Chapter 8: Sleepwalking — “Ge, can I sleep with you…”
[Nian Nian You Yu: Ah?]
[LG: Typed wrong. I mean watching it made my heart itch. I want to ask Wifey for the link.]
So that was it.
The other party sent another message to divert his attention.
[LG: Is Wifey studying at Nan University?]
Jiang Yunian’s social circle was small, and he never leaked privacy. He was always cautious about such questions.
[Jiang Yunian: How do you know?]
The other party quickly sent a screenshot. It was a corner of his Weibo photo, with the street sign “Xichun Road” specially circled in red.
Are they looking with a microscope? To even spot this, their observation skills are too strong.
LG seemed to sense his vigilance and didn’t probe further. They chatted casually for a bit. The other party was lively and interesting, gradually making him relax. He felt the person was a very enthusiastic and cute girl.
[LG: I’ve already been captivated by Wifey. Thinking that others can also see such a beautiful Wifey makes my heart sour.]
[LG: I really want to hide Wifey away, lock you in a room, so only I can see.]
Why does this girl speak… a bit weirdly?
Like lines only the male lead in novels Hao Meng often reads would say.
Jiang Yunian’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating on how to reply.
[LG: Just kidding. Did I scare you? Don’t be afraid, Wifey, let me show you something fun.]
Then the other party sent a screenshot. It looked like a novel excerpt written by a girl in the comment section on her homepage, followed by an apologetic sticker.
Sure enough, I guessed right.
Looking at that pitiful sticker, the slight discomfort that had just arisen faded again. The other party was probably a young girl with passionate expressions, no different from the comments under his posts wanting to “push him down.”
He ended the conversation and quickly forgot about it. Before sleeping, he refreshed the comment section and was surprised to find that many of the phishing and unfriendly comments from before had been swallowed up. Even the jokes written by some girls were gone.
Strange.
Outside the window, heavy rain began to fall unknowingly, accompanied by a few peals of thunder. Silver light flashed suddenly, illuminating the entire bedroom.
Jiang Yunian was sleepy. He put away his phone, ready to sleep. Just as he was about to turn off the light, there was a knock on the door.
Not sleeping at this hour? Jiang Yunian got out of bed to open the door.
Jiang Yan huddled at the doorway hugging a pillow, wearing only a thin T-shirt. Looking closely, his lips were actually somewhat pale.
Jiang Yunian’s heart tightened, asking where he felt uncomfortable.
“Ge.” Jiang Yan’s voice was a bit hoarse. “Can I sleep with you…”
As soon as the words fell, another burst of thunder sounded. Jiang Yunian’s hand was suddenly grabbed and squeezed tightly.
Jiang Yan’s hand was shaking! The louder the thunder, the more severely he shook. Jiang Yunian really hadn’t expected that a grown man like Jiang Yan would be afraid of thunder.
Jiang Yan pursed his lips tightly. “Can I?”
That calmness under extreme restraint revealed a bit of pitifulness.
Perhaps something bad had happened before, causing him to have a stress reaction to thunderstorms. Even if he forgot, he still instinctively feared it. Jiang Yunian felt a prick in his heart, a dense numbness.
“Come in.”
Jiang Yunian patted the back of his cold hand and stepped aside.
Thunder rolled across the sky. Jiang Yan almost immediately burrowed into the quilt, covering himself tightly, curling into a ball like a child extremely lacking in security.
Jiang Yunian worried he would suffocate and wanted him to show his head. He lifted the corner of the quilt, only to find his eyes shut tight, lips trembling slightly. The fearful look was actually a bit… cute?
Jiang Yunian curved his eyes, tucked him in properly, and then went to turn off the light.
When he crawled into the quilt, his knee accidentally touched Jiang Yan’s calf. It was cold.
In his sleep, Jiang Yan seemed to sense a heat source. He turned over unconsciously, wrapping his limbs around him like an octopus, hugging him tightly, and let out a murmur.
“So cold…”
Warm body temperature transferred through the thin fabric. It was very warm, but a bit suffocating.
He had never slept with anyone before and wasn’t used to being hugged. He raised a hand to push him, softening his voice, “Loosen up a bit, okay?”
Jiang Yan didn’t wake up, just nuzzled unconsciously against his chest, his breathing gradually evening out.
Not okay.
Fine… Jiang Yunian could only force himself to ignore the restraint around his waist as much as possible. Listening to the pattering rain outside the window, he slowly relaxed. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep.
In the latter half of the night, the rain gradually lessened, leaving only dim night light.
In a daze, Jiang Yunian felt his chest was stuffy and itchy, like being repeatedly rolled over by bouncy jelly.
His eyelashes fluttered, lifting uncomfortably. Seeing the scene before him clearly, his drowsiness vanished instantly.
He saw the head buried in his embrace, lips slightly parted. And a large patch of his pajamas on his chest was wet. The cold, sticky sensation reminded him that it was…
Jiang Yunian was startled. “You…”
Jiang Yan half-opened his eyes, clouded with a hazy mist. He paused for two seconds, then rubbed against his embrace lovingly, spilling a vague, muffled voice:
“Mom…”
Phew, so it was sleepwalking.
Is he missing his mom?
Jiang Yunian endured the discomfort, pushed that clingy head away a bit, and patted him soothingly. “Sleep, Gege is here.”
Jiang Yan indeed quieted down. Jiang Yunian patted him twice more. Drowsiness swept over, and his eyelids soon grew heavy.
The breathing beside him gradually steadied. In the darkness, Jiang Yan quietly opened his eyes. There was not a shred of sleepiness in his deep, dark eyes. He stared at that small patch branded by himself and licked his lips with satisfaction.
Mine.
In his sleep, Jiang Yunian turned over. His pajamas rolled up to his waist, revealing a section of slender waist, indistinctly visible. Jiang Yan’s gaze fell heavily on that shadow. Silent for two seconds, he gently pressed his hand on it.
Also mine.
Early the next morning, Jiang Yunian woke up with slight discomfort in his chest. There was a ring of dried water marks on his pajamas. He frowned with his delicate brows and rubbed it carefully.
He turned his head.
The culprit was still clinging to him, sleeping soundly.
Really unfair.
Jiang Yunian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, moving very lightly. He took out the dress and bra for today’s shoot from the wardrobe, wrapped them up, and stuffed them into the bottom layer of his backpack.
Then he zipped it up and closed the bedroom door.
“Xiaolin, the Academic Affairs Office is rushing for the form!”
“Oh, okay.”
Fang Xiaolin’s backpack strap was hooked on the chair back nail. She was in a flurry when another shout came from outside the door: “Hurry up! They’ve urged several times.”
“Coming, coming!” She tossed her backpack haphazardly onto the last row of desks and trotted out hurriedly.
As soon as the back door opened, she moved too fast without checking if anyone was there and almost stepped on a foot at the doorway. She braked dangerously, her shoelaces askew and scattered on the ground.
“Sorry!” Fang Xiaolin looked up in panic, crashing into a pair of emotionless eyes. Her gaze froze slightly.
A strong fragrance assailed his nose. Jiang Yan held his breath and took a step back.
The other party didn’t mind that she almost bumped into him and even made way for her. Fang Xiaolin felt her ears heat up. “…Thank you.”
Just as she was about to lift her foot, she realized her shoelace was loose. She bent down, her flowing hair inadvertently sweeping across the other’s sleeve.
Jiang Yan frowned and put his hands behind his back.
“Almost bumped into someone’s arms. Not adding WeChat to apologize?” Zhou Shu’s lazy voice came from the end of the corridor.
Fang Xiaolin’s ear tips flushed red. Her movement of tying shoelaces slowed down noticeably. After waiting a moment, there was no movement. Too embarrassed to block the door any longer, she sped up her hands and walked away with small, quick steps.
“Why doesn’t He Qing add you on WeChat?” Jiang Yan turned his head to look at him, his tone flat. “Does he not have one?”
Zhou Shu’s mouth twitched. Bringing up the pot that isn’t boiling.
He Qing deleted him again last night. A string of red exclamation marks made him jump with rage. He really wanted to pin him down on the bed and teach him a harsh lesson.
“What do you know? He’s playing hard to get!”
Jiang Yan didn’t care and asked why he was here.
Zhou Shu draped himself over his shoulder, deliberately grossing him out: “Of course I missed you. A day apart feels like three autumns…”
“Sent it to him.” Jiang Yan held his phone.
“Don’t, don’t! If he suspects something between us, he’ll make a scene with me.” Zhou Shu let go immediately. “You know, my wifey says he dislikes it, but actually loves me to death. Last night…”
Jiang Yan got annoyed and pushed the door open to enter directly.
Just as he sat down, Jiang Yunian sent several WeChat messages, instructing him to listen carefully to lectures, get along well with classmates, and saying he had topped up money on his meal card; ask him if it wasn’t enough.
[Yan: Is Ge not eating together?]
Who is he texting? With such a rippling look in his eyes.
Zhou Shu leaned over and glimpsed a silly puppy sticker, getting goosebumps all over.
This kid actually knows how to act cute!
Sure enough, his brain is broken.
[Ge: No, it’s too far. You go eat with your classmates.]
[Ge: Little Cat Fighting.jpg]
[Yan: ╥﹏╥]
Fang Xiaolin stepped in with the class bell, her face flushed red. She looked left and right, hesitatingly sidled to the last row, picked up her backpack, and circled to the window seat, separated from Jiang Yan’s seat only by a narrow aisle.
The girl at the front desk turned back: “Eh? Why are you sitting in the back today?”
Does she not usually fight to squeeze to the front?
Fang Xiaolin looked unnaturally at the person beside her, mumbling vaguely, “…It’s a bit hot. It’s cooler by the window.”
The front desk muttered, “Isn’t the fan on in the front?”
The Science College had the afternoon off. The corridor was quiet. Jiang Yunian lifted his skirt hem and moved furtively to the restroom entrance.
Just as he was about to enter, his skirt accidentally snagged on the fire hydrant handle. He bent down to untangle it, but He Qing’s voice suddenly sounded coldly from behind.
“Hey.”
Jiang Yunian straightened up in shock. The binding belt at his waist almost came loose. He covered his waist and turned his head. “?”
He Qing pointed to the male restroom sign above his head.
Jiang Yunian certainly knew what that was. He guiltily pretended not to see it. “Oh, wrong way… thanks.”
He Qing looked at his awkward posture covering his stomach. Thinking of something, he fished a pink package out of his crossbody bag. Then, extremely naturally, he pulled out a sanitary pad. “You wanted this, right?”
Jiang Yunian stared at the pink packaging on it, his eyes widening slightly: “Why do you have this?!”
He Qing: “Hao Meng’s.”
Jiang Yunian: “Why is hers with you?”
He Qing: “Leftover from buying for her.”
He paused, his gaze so candid that Jiang Yunian felt he was the one with the problem. “Is there a problem?”
A gay man buying sanitary pads for a girl and keeping them in his bag… it looks weird no matter how you look at it.
Jiang Yunian said dryly: “You and Hao Meng…” Relationship is quite good.
He Qing frowned and interrupted, “You misunderstood. There’s nothing between me and her.”
Jiang Yunian: “…”
Why explain suddenly?
He Qing didn’t know why he wanted to explain either. “Yesterday was an emergency, so I helped buy it. She forgot to take the leftovers.”
Oh.
Quite incredible. Straight men would feel somewhat uncomfortable entering the feminine hygiene section, let alone a gay man. He’s so practiced. Could it be… he had a girlfriend before?
“Why not take it?” He Qing shook the thing in his hand and asked him: “Not used to pure cotton?”
Pure cotton… he really isn’t a simple gay man.
Followed all the way to the restroom. Being so concerned, does he want to…?
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