Part 2
The grease from the mutton had seeped into the buckle. Crap, Yan He thought. He leaned in closer, his head practically buried in He Ting’s lap.
He Ting looked down and saw the back of Yan He’s neck, the white skin and the slight prominence of his vertebrae. He was diligently wiping between his thighs, his masked face almost resting on his upper thigh. The blood in his veins, like a slumbering beast suddenly awakened, began to boil.
In his haste, Yan He twisted the napkin into a small strip, trying to poke it into the small holes of the buckle to clean out the grease. He tugged at He Ting’s belt, trying to create a tiny bit of space.
It was too much effort, so he rested his arm on He Ting’s thigh for leverage. Through the fabric of his uniform trousers, he felt a startling heat.
Yan He froze. The position felt… a little off.
He looked up. The fabric below the belt was slightly raised, its shape faintly visible.
He Ting’s voice exploded from above him. “Yan He.”
So, has it been verified now?
Wow—!
With this for comparison, just how big was Yun Xiao, the one the author herself had labeled the “big bird baby”?
Yan He couldn’t help but marvel internally.
He Ting: “…”
He Ting glanced at Yan He’s expression and felt a strange sense of speechlessness. He had no idea why Yan He was so convinced that Yun Xiao was the biggest among the F4.
Or… has he seen it?
The thought leaped into his mind, and the emotions he had been trying to suppress began to slip out of his control.
Wait a minute.
What was that fluffy black and gold thing?
Yan He blinked, and the thing vanished.
He Ting pressed himself firmly against the chair, hiding the fluffy tiger tail behind him. He scowled. “Get up!”
Yan He was truly strange. He could easily suppress his animalistic nature, but he could also inexplicably cause him to semi-transform!
Yan He quickly stood up, a flash of embarrassment in his eyes. “Young Master He, I know this is a normal physiological reaction for a man. I get it.”
Just like morning wood, it had nothing to do with sexual orientation.
He Ting remained silent, regulating his breathing. He suddenly reached up and unbuttoned his black uniform jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it to Yan He. It revealed his lean, muscular torso in a white undershirt, the faint outline of sweat-slicked abs visible.
Holding the jacket, Yan He blurted out, “Didn’t the grease get on the belt buckle?”
Why is he taking off his jacket?
He Ting lowered his eyelids. “Or would you rather I unbuckle my belt?”
Yan He: “…”
Unbuckling a belt and taking off pants in front of another man was way too gay. The thought made Yan He, a straight man, cringe. He wished he could dig a hole and jump in.
But the jacket?
“Don’t freeze to death,” He Ting said.
Yan He had noticed before that while the F4’s uniforms looked the same as the other students’, the workmanship and fabric were worlds apart—the difference between a buyer’s show and a seller’s show. This was high-end stuff.
He really was cold from the air conditioning, and his cold hadn’t fully recovered. Seeing no other meaning in He Ting’s expression, he quickly put the jacket on. It was instantly warmer.
He Ting was tall, and his jacket was a size bigger, fitting Yan He easily, almost perfectly.
“Thank you, Young Master He,” Yan He said repeatedly.
He stared at He Ting’s belt buckle and asked tentatively, “So, this buckle…” Did it still need to be cleaned?
“Forget it,” He Ting said flatly. “I’ll switch to one that’s easier to unbuckle next time.”
Did that mean he didn’t have to pay for it or clean it?
Yan He breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the remaining breakfast on the table, the desire to earn extra cash still stirring. “Young Master He, are you full? Can I feed you some more?”
He Ting rolled up his sleeves. “You’ve already fed me my fill.” He issued an order to leave. “Go back.”
No more swallowing? Yan He was slightly disappointed. He touched the uniform jacket he was wearing. Seeing that He Ting didn’t ask for it back, he guessed that a young master like him would have a thing about cleanliness and would only take it back after it was dry-cleaned. He quickly and quietly backed out of the dining room. When he reached the lounge area, he saw Yun Xiao sleeping soundly and left the F4’s common area.
Yay, off work~
Today’s 1-hour shift, complete √
Yan He cheerfully took out his phone and decisively opened the Meng Shou app. He saw several unread messages, all from User 15737, his second boss, He Ting.
They had been sent throughout the night.
Yan He saw that the last message was a screenshot of He Ting’s WeChat QR code.
Awkward.
Yan He quickly saved the QR code and switched to WeChat. He saw a new friend request.
The profile picture was an ice crystal snowflake. The note: He Ting.
The request had been sent in the middle of the night, hours ago.
Crap, Yan He thought. He immediately sent a new friend request to He Ting, adding the note “2”.
The other party accepted quickly.
[2: ? You didn’t see my request?]
[Little Sprout He: I saw it, but I wanted to add you myself.]
He Ting sat at the dining table, his fingertips tracing the smooth edge of his phone. He suddenly smiled.
[2: Wealth from all directions?]
Yan He knew He Ting was talking about his profile picture. The original owner and he had only one thing in common—a love for making money. So, Yan He liked this “Wealth from all directions” avatar and hadn’t changed it.
Yan He sent a cute “Mm-hmm” sticker.
[2: Then I’ll be your ninth direction.]
A transfer of 106,000 yuan came through.
Yan He: !!!!
Big Bird, if you don’t give me a raise soon, I’m really going to quit.
Yun Xiao didn’t know how long he had slept. When he woke up, rubbing his eyes, the surroundings were unusually quiet. “Mmm… Yan He? Yan He!” he called out groggily.
Yan He was gone. Even He Ting had left.
Receiving no response, Yun Xiao’s mood sank uncontrollably. He couldn’t control He Ting, but Yan He was his lackey. How could he leave without saying goodbye?
Yun Xiao had just had a dream. He dreamt that he had transformed again, becoming a golden eagle that had completely lost its human reason. Humans were chasing him, trying to tame him.
An endless number of herders appeared, trying to use the seven-day eagle taming method to force him into submission, to become an accessory to humans.
As the eldest son of a wealthy family and the lord of the skies, how could he surrender, even in a dream?
He outlasted them, one by one.
Until Yan He appeared in the dream.
He just stood there, doing nothing.
And he had submitted, becoming a bird of prey with invisible shackles on Yan He’s arm.
That was his lackey. How could he submit to his lackey?
Yun Xiao felt a strange sense of unease, finding the dream particularly bizarre. Maybe it was because he had seen Yan He before he fell asleep?
Yun Xiao didn’t want the dream to come true. He remembered his grandmother once telling him that dreams were the opposite of reality, and that telling someone the dream would break its power. He could tell the protagonist of the dream.
“Leaving without even saying goodbye. You’ve got some nerve, Yan He,” Yun Xiao muttered to himself. He had to go and ask him.
A massive golden eagle silently flew out of the F4 lounge.
Inside the specially-enrolled students’ dormitory.
After another long and boring lecture, Yan He was back in his room studying for his Subject One driving test. He had tested himself and could already score above 90. He planned to take the test in a couple of days.
He heard that after the welcome party in the next two days, the week-long freshman orientation would end, and their noble academy life would officially begin.
Yan He searched the area around the dorm but couldn’t find the white husky. It was a real shame about the 199-yuan silver collar, especially since Pan Ze had snatched it. He probably wouldn’t get it back.
Although he suspected Bai Yuzhou was the arctic wolf the AI had identified, he had never seen it with his own eyes.
Bai Yuzhou came back and saw Yan He straddling a chair, his chin resting on the back as he reviewed test questions. His gaze quickly shifted to Yan He’s wardrobe, from which a faint bestial scent emanated.
Probably belongs to one of the F4, right?
Bai Yuzhou’s feelings were a complicated mix. He suddenly raised a hand to touch the wound on his neck from the hyena.
“Hiss—”
Yan He heard a sharp intake of breath. He looked up and saw that the scabbed-over wound on Bai Yuzhou’s neck had somehow split open, and fresh blood was seeping out.
“Are you okay?” Yan He asked with a frown.
Bai Yuzhou’s face was pale. He tilted his neck back and asked for help. “Can you help me bandage it? I can’t see it, so it’s awkward.”
Yan He thought the academy’s veterinary department was truly terrible. Not performing neutering was one thing, but a wound from a beast fight was getting worse under their care.
Since they were roommates, helping each other was the right thing to do. Besides, he was still waiting for Bai Yuzhou to make it big and remember his kindness.
Yan He tossed his phone on the table and immediately went to help.
Bai Yuzhou tilted his neck back, resting his head gently against Yan He’s arm to expose the bloody wound.
Yan He couldn’t help but sigh internally. Seeing Bai Yuzhou’s fragile state, it was no wonder he was the protagonist uke! Strong, but with a pitiful, delicate side. A straight man like him, who would swallow his broken teeth and blood, could never make such an expression.
Mimicking how he used to coax his little niece, Yan He said softly, “Be good. Just bear with it.”
Bai Yuzhou’s gaze drifted past Yan He’s arm and met the fiery eyes of a golden eagle perched silently on a branch outside the window. Their gazes clashed.
A slight smile curved Bai Yuzhou’s lips, a hint of provocation in his eyes. “Mm, I’ll be good,” he said.
What big bird baby? It should be—white wolf baby.
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