Chapter 45: Can I Stay and Sleep Here Tonight?
Without a moment of hesitation, he stepped toward it, bent down, and picked up that small piece of fabric. Holding it in his palm, he brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed gently. His dark eyes instantly became stained with gloom, yet he still felt it wasn’t enough, naturally stuffing it into his pocket.
After doing all this, he unhurriedly pressed the toilet flush, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and twisted the door handle with his wet hands.
Wen Yuhuai stood outside the door, looking at him speechlessly. “Are there no bathrooms anywhere else? Did you really have to come to mine?”
Lin Shiyu’s expression remained unchanged, but his gaze accurately landed on Wen Yuhuai’s overly red lips. “When nature calls, you have to answer. Be understanding.”
Wen Yuhuai turned and sat on the bed, his legs spreading habitually. The hem of his bathrobe parted uncontrollably with his movement, exposing a large patch of pale skin with light blue veins meandering across it, full of eroticism, making one uncontrollably want to go up and take a bite.
“It’s so late. Do you need something?”
Lin Shiyu withdrew his hidden gaze, lifting his eyes to meet those beautiful peach blossom eyes.
“Can’t I come looking for you if there’s nothing?”
Wen Yuhuai lifted his eyelids to glance at him. “You can, but could you look at the time before you come?”
Lin Shiyu mock-glanced at his watch. “Ten-thirty at night. The nightlife has just begun.”
After saying that, he stepped closer without treating himself as an outsider. “Can I stay and sleep here tonight?”
Wen Yuhuai casually grabbed a pillow and smashed it at him. “Get out, get out, get out. What are two grown men doing sleeping together? Go back to your own home and find your own mom—”
Lin Shiyu lowered his eyelashes in disappointment. “You know I haven’t had a mom since I was little.”
Wen Yuhuai was choked to the point of being speechless.
He also regretted what he just said.
Mother Lin and Ms. Jiang were best friends, which was why the two of them played together since childhood. But unlike Jiang Jing, Mother Lin was a complete romantic fool. A few years after marriage, when she saw through Father Lin’s true nature as a scumbag, she became deeply depressed, and ultimately suffered a mental breakdown, jumping off the hospital roof.
They were only ten years old that year.
The result was that just two months after Mother Lin passed away, Father Lin couldn’t wait to bring his mistress into the house, along with an illegitimate son who was one year older than Lin Shiyu.
Wen Yuhuai always tried his best to avoid bringing up this topic in front of him, but he accidentally let it slip today.
“It’s okay, Ah Yu. Don’t take it to heart. I’ll get going then. Have a good rest.”
Seeing him turn around to leave with a disappointed face, Wen Yuhuai’s heart instantly softened into a puddle. He thought that surely everyone around him couldn’t be gay, so he couldn’t help but say, “How about staying and sleeping together tonight?”
Lin Shiyu turned his head in a second, looking at him with bright eyes, and asked with feigned reserve, “Can I?”
Wen Yuhuai felt a bit of regret. “If I say no, will you leave?”
Lin Shiyu turned his head and went back into the bathroom. “I’ll go take a shower first. Wait for me.”
Wen Yuhuai sat alone on the large bed, feeling conflicted. Why did these words sound so ambiguous? Wait for him, and then what? What could two grown men possibly do?
Lin Shiyu took a very long shower, so long that Wen Yuhuai was almost asleep by the time he came out of the bathroom, dripping wet.
He was wearing Wen Yuhuai’s bathrobe, carrying the exact same body wash scent as him, with a flush from the steam lingering on his cheeks.
“Let’s sleep.”
Wen Yuhuai’s eyelids twitched, and he uncontrollably got goosebumps all over.
Sleep then sleep. Who was he showing this shy look to? Could two grown men sleep and produce flowers?
The bed was big enough to fit three or four people without a problem, let alone the two of them. Wen Yuhuai went to find another quilt, warning him, “No sneaking into my quilt tonight.”
The two of them used to sleep together often. For some reason, halfway through the night, Lin Shiyu always liked to sneak into his quilt. As long as they slept together, Wen Yuhuai would always wake up in his arms the next morning.
That wasn’t a big deal either; two grown men didn’t have to worry about who was taking advantage of whom. The main issue was that Lin Shiyu was very excited in a certain area every morning, and several times Wen Yuhuai was poked awake by it.
While he was still letting his thoughts run wild, Lin Shiyu had familiarly climbed onto the bed. With a soft click, the main lights were turned off, leaving only a small night light on the bedside table.
“It’s getting late. Go to sleep.”
Wen Yuhuai turned over and climbed onto the bed, hugging his own quilt and occupying half the space. He thought he would suffer from insomnia, but unexpectedly, he fell asleep very quickly. Right up until the second before he fell asleep, he was still curious: Lin Shiyu came looking for him but asked nothing at all; was he really just here to mooch a bed to sleep in?
The breathing beside him gradually steadied. Lin Shiyu, who had been lying quietly on his back, opened his eyes without warning, his eyes clear and devoid of any sleepiness.
He turned to his side, his gaze falling on the person next to him. He was sleeping deeply, and halfway through, seemingly feeling hot, one leg dishonestly stretched out, draping over the quilt.
The bathrobe rode up with his movement, bringing a large expanse of white skin into view, blindingly white in the dim room.
Lin Shiyu stared deeply at that patch of white. After a moment, he finally lifted his quilt and slowly leaned over.
………… ……
The night was deep. Lin Shiyu gently pulled down the hem of the bathrobe bunched up around Wen Yuhuai’s waist, covering the slightly reddened skin and shallow teeth marks on his inner thigh. Then he got up and entered the bathroom again.
The patter of water sounded, mostly muffled by the frosted glass. Also muffled were the young man’s faint, muffled groans and hoarse murmurs.
Wen Yuhuai was woken up by his alarm clock the next morning. Without even opening his eyes, he struggled to press the alarm. Missing it, his wildly waving arm brushed against a patch of warm skin.
Wait—
Wen Yuhuai’s eyes snapped open, and he immediately froze.
Lin Shiyu lay beside him, bleary-eyed from sleep, his upper body bare, revealing his beautifully and cleanly defined chest muscles.
Wen Yuhuai’s eyes immediately turned red with jealousy.
Fuck, taking his clothes off like this early in the morning, he had to be doing it on purpose. Who was he underestimating? He had abs too, okay?
While thinking this, Wen Yuhuai lifted his bathrobe for a glance. His heart instantly felt better. Thank goodness, his abs were still there.
Lin Shiyu slowly turned his head, trying hard to open his eyes and smiling at him. “Morning.”
You don’t smack a smiling face. Wen Yuhuai also returned a “morning.”
He was quite well-behaved today. They were in their respective quilts, with enough space between them to fit another person.
It was just that, whether it was his illusion or not, his two legs felt a bit sore and weak, as if he had engaged in some intense exercise.
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