Chapter 39: Making a Decision
Bai Qi’s face instantly exploded in red.
He hadn’t done it on purpose; he just happened to scroll down and see it. He hadn’t even read the words clearly before Bo Yan saw the phone.
Why did it have to be those specific words?
Shame flooded him like a tide. Seeing Bo Yan about to lift the towel to show him, Bai Qi frantically rushed over to cover it, but it was like throwing himself into the other’s arms. He was pulled directly into Bo Yan’s embrace.
A refreshing scent invaded him. His two hands held Bo Yan’s waist without any hindrance. To be honest, the touch was exceptionally good—like tender egg white or soft tofu, though it quickly became tense and hard upon contact.
Bo Yan’s body also pressed over, so Bai Qi’s crimson face was pressed directly against the springy chest muscles. That close-up sight of bright red was dazzling.
Hearing the thump-thump of Bo Yan’s heartbeat, Bai Qi’s own heart beat exceptionally fast, his breathing becoming messy.
His whole body turned red bit by bit, but something seemed different from before.
He clearly should have wanted to run, yet he didn’t want to run that much.
Just one more hug.
Bai Qi’s soft, slender arms wrapped around Bo Yan’s lean waist. The cold-white torso before him suddenly tensed, its lines clear and smooth.
Heavy breathing could be heard in the room.
“Qiqi, why have you been stealing glances at me all day today?”
Bai Qi looked up in surprise. He hadn’t expected to be found out.
Seeing this, Bo Yan smiled. He raised an eyebrow and said, “There’s nowhere on my body you can’t see. No need to be so careful. If you want to see somewhere, just take action.”
Bai Qi was made even more embarrassed by his words. He shook his head repeatedly: “N-no, I didn’t want to see that. I just wanted to know you a bit better.”
“I was too dense before. Now, I want to make up for it.”
Bo Yan was stunned.
His heart rate suddenly accelerated. Then, he asked with a mix of disbelief and suppressed joy, “You want to get to know me?”
Bai Qi felt increasingly that he had been too much in the past. Couples were supposed to understand each other; he was too late.
He nodded obediently and asked in a small voice, “You don’t actually like eating beef, right? You like eating vegetables?”
Bo Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Bai Qi didn’t know if he felt nervous or relieved, but he asked again: “Then you’re not used to sleeping early and waking up early at all, right?”
This time Bo Yan didn’t nod. Instead, his tone was as casual as possible: “My sleep doesn’t have much of a pattern. I can sleep anytime. As long as I can sleep with you at night, it’s fine.”
Bai Qi pursed his lips and insisted: “Then I’m going to try staying up late tonight too. Tomorrow we’ll both wake up a bit later.”
Seeing Bo Yan frown, Bai Qi stuck out his neck: “If you can sleep early, I can sleep late for a bit. Anyway, there are no classes tomorrow morning.”
As he spoke, the warm breath from his red lips blew directly onto Bo Yan’s chest. Bo Yan let out a sudden cough, the lines of his arms tightening.
Afterward, he didn’t object further: “Okay. But we must be asleep before eleven.”
Any later would be bad for Bai Qi’s health.
Bai Qi nodded on the surface, but he was surprised in his heart.
Eleven was already very late, yet Bo Yan said it with a tone as if it were early. As expected, he was used to staying up late.
When he suddenly changed his schedule in the dorm, Bo Yan must not have slept well.
Surprise and touch were interwoven in his heart. At the same time, seeing Bo Yan…
He thought about it and felt it wasn’t good; it would be too easy to hurt his heart.
Bai Qi paused his steps, turned back, and stood on his tiptoes to give Bo Yan a kiss on the cheek. Then he hurriedly ran off to shower.
Behind him, Bo Yan stood dazed for a rare moment.
The place that had been kissed turned visibly red. He couldn’t even maintain his detached aura, staring blankly at Bai Qi’s back.
By the time Bai Qi entered the bathroom, he discovered that Bo Yan had already prepared the hot water for him, and the temperature was just right.
There were many such details in their daily life. Bo Yan looked cold but was actually very meticulous, while he himself, aside from being moved, hadn’t even thought about doing something for him.
Bai Qi soaked in the bathtub and continued to ponder what gift he should buy for Bo Yan.
Summarizing the fans’ words, he discovered that Bo Yan didn’t seem to have any particular hobbies. His material desires weren’t strong either; in the “big dye vat” that was the entertainment industry, he was almost a bit Buddhist.
Yet his eyes looked so full of ambition…
What should he buy for such an indifferent person? Thinking it over, Bo Yan usually didn’t show a strong desire for anything, unless it was related to Bai Qi…
Bai Qi unconsciously splashed the water. Perhaps it was because of the steam from the hot water, or perhaps because the bathroom light was a bit yellowish, but he felt hotter and hotter.
His lips pursed again and again. Finally, he made up his mind. His soft, white body leaned against the edge of the tub as he searched online for how to make one’s significant other happy.
However, after clicking the search button, the top-voted words were incredibly shameful.
[It’s very simple. Wear a beautiful piece of clothing and let your partner help you take it off. The rest will happen naturally.]
The short sentence had a huge impact. Bai Qi couldn’t help but let out a small cough.
Crystal water droplets reflected on his milky-white forearms, showing a pinkish hue. He closed his eyes and hurried back, then thought for a moment and rephrased his search.
[What is the best gift between couples?]
[Pearls, diamonds, gold. Believe me, no one hates these three things.]
Bai Qi was silent, unable to imagine the scene of himself giving these to Bo Yan.
Perhaps he wouldn’t like them very much.
Exiting the search bar, he finally hesitated for a while and couldn’t help but boldly search for both of their names. Something called the “Bo-Qi Super Talk” directly jumped out.
What is a Super Talk? Bai Qi was very confused by these things. He clicked in out of curiosity.
[Post 1: A comprehensive analysis of the evidence that Bo-Qi is a real couple based on Bo Yan’s micro-expressions.]
[Post 2: Bai Qi is so fragile and pure; he clearly hasn’t been “done” yet. But Bo Yan’s desire in that area must be very strong. Hehe, he must be holding back very painfully.]
[Post 3: Archeology of materials. Bo Yan previously hinted that he likes his other half wearing a suit. At the time, everyone thought Bo Yan was asexual and just saying things casually. Looking at it now, this “ideal type” is definitely a guy! I beg you, can we one day see Bai Qi wearing one? He’s so white, he’d definitely look good in one.]
Bai Qi was stunned.
A suit?
He had only worn one once. Right when freshman year started, he had been dragged into a club. When he was about to return to the dorm, it rained, so the class monitor lent him his suit jacket and an umbrella. That was the only time he had worn a suit, and it just so happened that he bumped into Bo Yan on his way back.
What a coincidence.
If it were before, he wouldn’t have thought much about it, but now he couldn’t help but guess: could it be because of him that Bo Yan liked them?
Bai Qi’s eyes lit up.
He tried his best to ignore the outrageous words about wearing beautiful clothes and letting his boyfriend take them off, focusing entirely on wanting to buy a black suit identical to the one from that day.
Bo Yan had many suits, but they were too large and expensive, and they weren’t that specific style. He would have to ask the class monitor exactly what kind it was.
Maybe he should go tomorrow after school—find an opportunity to go out alone and buy it, then bring it home to wear for Bo Yan.
If it were a gift, and he liked it, then everyone would be happy. If he didn’t like it, Bai Qi would just pretend it never happened and secretly choose another gift.
After making the decision, Bai Qi’s mood finally lightened.
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