Chapter 32: Are You Washed Clean?
Chu Yang suspected he had either fainted or died in the bathroom, yet he showed no intention of getting up to check.
Pei Xilin didn’t know whether to be happy or not, but listening to Chu Yangâs internal grumbling, his desire only flared higher. The veins on his neck stood out, and his eyes were bloodshot. If Chu Yang were to walk in now, he would surely be terrified.
While listening to Chu Yang, he imagined the man’s expression.
His thoughts drifted back to the restroom where Chu Yang had saved him. He instinctively tilted his face up, as if Chu Yang were standing right there looking down at him. Pei Xilin shuddered with excitement.
Then he thought of the two men pestering Chu Yang in the lobbyâone had received a slap, while the other got a pat on the shoulder.
At the time, his head had been too foggy; he only worried if Chu Yangâs hand hurt from the slap. Now he realized something was wrong. It must be a close, familiar relationship, otherwise why would Chu Yang hit him without a second thought?
At that thought, Pei Xilinâs expression darkened. He wanted nothing more than to walk out and ask Chu Yang who that man was.
Has Chu Yang stopped being a straight man? The idea actually gave him a flicker of joy. He even began to speculate if Chu Yang was in the middle of a breakup fight and how he could take advantage of the situation.
But he also felt a pang of pain, hoping he was just overthinking it.
He had been too slow; he had already been absent from Chu Yangâs life for far too long.
As he brooded, his body heated up once again.
Chu Yang was oblivious to these thoughts; otherwise, he would have definitely called him a psycho.
“Pei Xilin.”
“Pei Xilin?” Chu Yangâs voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Pei Xilinâs expression turned into one of pleasant surprise. With a splash, the blood rushed straight to his lower abdomen. All his previous efforts had been rendered useless.
“If you’re not dead, why aren’t you answering?” Chu Yang stood before the door and gave it a knock.
“I…” Pei Xilinâs voice was hoarse. “I didn’t react in time…”
“Hurry up.” With that, Chu Yang turned and left again.
“…” Pei Xilin let out a bitter laugh. How was he supposed to hurry? Chu Yang likely had no idea what was happening to him; the man probably thought he was just running a fever and told him to shower to clear his head.
In reality, the only thing keeping him from pinning Chu Yang to the bed and taking him all night was his extreme self-restraint. He couldn’t afford the consequences of such an act.
He opened his palm; a trace of fresh blood drifted out and dissolved into the water. Truthfully, before Chu Yang arrived, he had been able to maintain control; the sensations weren’t that intense.
The moment he saw Chu Yang, the man became the fuse that ignited the fire in his body.
Chu Yang knew Pei Xilin had been drugged, but to him, aphrodisiacs were things that only existed in novels and dramas. Besides, from the moment he rescued Pei Xilin until now, the man hadn’t really lost his composure.
But Pei Xilin had indeed stayed in the bathroom for quite a long time. Chu Yang was halfway through his meal when the man finally emerged wearing a bathrobe. His hair was still damp, his lips were pale, and his exposed fingers were wrinkled from the long soak.
He walked to the bar with his back to Chu Yang and downed an entire bottle of water in several large gulps. After standing there panting for a long while, he finally approached Chu Yang.
He had broad shoulders and long legs, standing at about 1.9 meters tall. He projected a heavy sense of pressure.
Chu Yang could see that Pei Xilin was in excellent physical shape; even after soaking for so long to fight the drug, he didn’t sway as he walked.
“Want some?” Chu Yang tilted his chin toward the food on the table.
Pei Xilin shook his head and sat down at his feet.
Chu Yang frowned and pulled his feet back to give him space, but Pei Xilin shifted closer until he was touching Chu Yangâs feet.
Chu Yang stared at him with a frown, trying to read him, but Pei Xilin acted so naturally that it didn’t seem intentional at all.
The man even reached over to grab the tablet on Chu Yangâs other side. He was leaning in very close, radiating heat.
Chu Yangâs brow twitched again. He barely restrained himself from kicking the man away, thinking that seeing Lin Zhiheng earlier must have made him start seeing everyone in a suspicious light.
Chu Yang assumed Pei Xilin wanted to re-order because he didn’t like the food on the table, but instead, Pei Xilin asked the front desk to send up a case of water.
Chu Yang figured he was trying to flush the remaining drug from his system by drinking water.
The service was fast. A moment later, the doorbell rang. Chu Yang glanced at Pei Xilin, about to ask if he should get it.
Without a word, Pei Xilin stood up. He returned shortly after carrying the water and immediately opened a bottle to drink. He was much more refined now that he was in front of Chu Yang.
After finishing his meal and resting for a bit, Chu Yang went into the bathroom to shower. Pei Xilinâs hand slipped, and half a bottle of mineral water slammed onto his leg, splashing everywhere.
He was starting to heat up again.
As the sound of the shower began, Pei Xilin became incredibly agitated at the thought of Chu Yang using the same shower he had just used.
His mind was a bit hazy. I cleaned the bathroom properly, right? I hope he didn’t see any of that ‘filth’.
Though he felt nervous, ashamed, and even a bit embarrassed, he realized that if Chu Yang had seen it, he might actually find it exciting.
Anyone who liked Chu Yang would probably feel the same.
After all, Chu Yang had a certain air of aloofness and was clearly a bit of a neat freak. Anyone with a trace of malice in their heart would want to stain himâeven if it was just making him look at their “filth.”
Seeing him look disgusted would be a thrill.
Pei Xilin’s thick Adam’s apple bobbed. He almost wanted to press himself against the bathroom door to listen. His thoughts were a mess, and with the AC on, the room felt like a steamer.
This sensation reached its peak when Chu Yang emerged drying his hair. At the same time, Pei Xilin realized that he would be spending the entire night in a single room with Chu Yang.
Chu Yang walked over and flopped onto the sofa. He was also in a bathrobe; his slender legs were long and white, with a few droplets of water still clinging to them.
His face was flushed, and water slid down his neck. His brows and lashes were still a bit damp, making his features look even more striking, like a traditional ink wash painting.
The bathrobe belt was tied loosely, swaying as he moved.
He leaned back lazily with one leg hooked up, replying to a few messages. Then, his handâflushed pink from the hot waterâgrabbed a bottle of mineral water, and he downed half of it in one go.
Pei Xilin silently turned up the AC. He picked up the hairdryer and walked over, tentatively taking the towel from Chu Yangâs other hand. He threaded his fingers through Chu Yang’s hair and began to dry it.
Chu Yang was like a lazy cat; after a momentary pause, he naturally leaned back, tilting his head to enjoy Pei Xilin’s service.
He continued to play on his phone.
From Pei Xilin’s vantage point, he could see a glimpse of Chu Yangâs collar as he raised his armâpink skin and a slightly heaving chest.
The skin inside was so white and delicate it was dazzling.
Patter. A droplet of water fell from Pei Xilinâs fingertip onto Chu Yangâs collarbone before slowly sliding down intoâ
Pei Xilinâs eyes glazed over as he watched the droplet vanish into a place he couldn’t see.
Damn it, here we go again…
Chu Yang turned to look at him. “You’re getting hot just from drying hair?”
“…Iâm sorry.”
Chu Yang: …What is he apologizing for?
“Iâll do it myself.” He reached for the hairdryer.
Pei Xilin pursed his lips and dodged his hand. “Iâll do it.”
He refused to let Chu Yang deprive him of the chance to serve him.
“…”
Both were in bathrobesâone standing and drying the other’s hair while the other sat. Their silhouettes reflected against the floor-to-ceiling window looked like a perfect match.
Pei Xilin couldn’t stop looking.
After finishing the task, he went back into the bathroom for another shower. This one lasted an exceptionally long time. The thought of Chu Yang lying on the bed outside left him in a state of high arousal.
Not to mention that Chu Yangâs clothes and underwear were still in the bathroom… heâd help wash them so the man could take them back tomorrow.
His rough fingers smoothed out the white fabric of the underwear as he scrubbed them meticulously.
His large build looked entirely out of place handling the delicate garment, yet he worked with great relish, even more excited at the prospect of seeing Chu Yangâs sleeping face when he went back out.
However, when he finished and walked out, Chu Yang wasn’t asleep. He was lying on the bed watching TV. He shot a glance at Pei Xilin. “That took you a long time.”
As Pei Xilin tried to think of an excuse, Chu Yang asked again, “Are you washed clean?”
Pei Xilinâs body stiffened. “I’m clean.”
He didn’t know why Chu Yang was asking; he instinctively felt it was strange.
Then, something unbelievable happened. Chu Yang sat up slightly and beckoned with his finger. “Come here.”
As if he had been put on a leash, Pei Xilin followed Chu Yangâs finger and walked over step by step.
Then, Chu Yang leaned in and sniffed him. He frowned. “How much body wash did you use?”
Pei Xilin remained silent. He didn’t know how to respond; he had used a lot of body wash specifically to cover up that scent…
Chu Yang: “Whatever, you seem clean enough. Get in.”
Pei Xilin was stunned by those words. He stood frozen, staring at the man in a daze.
What does Chu Yang mean by letting me on the bed? What does ‘clean’ mean?
Does it mean what I think it means? One bed…
Pei Xilinâs pupils contracted violently. He was already considering whether he should go back and shower again; Chu Yang had complained about the scent being too strong, so he should wash it off.
“You’re blocking the TV.” Chu Yang looked up at him again.
Pei Xilin flinched. Chu Yang gave him a strange look as the man hurried to climb into the other side of the bed, leaving a huge gap between them.
Chu Yang raised an eyebrow.
The reason he let Pei Xilin on the bed was because he didn’t want to go through the hassle of getting another room, but it also wouldn’t be right to make a drugged person sleep on the floor. Heâd just have to put up with it.
Chu Yang slept soundly that night. Pei Xilin, on the other hand, didn’t sleep a wink. He spent the night in a state of torment, excitement, and immense satisfaction.
He knew how much Chu Yang valued cleanliness and how difficult it was to be allowed onto his bed.
He couldn’t bear to sleep, staring at the man until he was burning up. Heâd rush into the shower and then come back to keep watching. He repeated this cycle throughout the night.
When Chu Yang woke up the next morning, it was already quite late. Fortunately, he hadn’t planned on going to class anyway. The first thing he saw was Pei Xilin, already fully dressed.
The man must have had someone deliver clothes; there was even a set for Chu Yang on the sofa.
Chu Yang stretched. After a night of sleep, his bathrobe had come loose, exposing a large patch of skin. He looked down and didn’t seem to care much, signaling toward Pei Xilin. “Are those clothes for me?”
“Yes.” Pei Xilin immediately brought them over.
It was a perfectly ordinary morningâsomething that would be common for a married couple. But given the wrong identities and the wrong time, someone’s heart was trembling uncontrollably.
He had chosen the sizes of those clothes with meticulous care.
Translator’s Note:
Cultural terms:
- King-sized bed (ĺ¤§ĺş – DĂ chuĂĄng): Again, emphasizes the “sharing a bed” trope.
- Dirty things/Filth (éŤćąčĽż – ZÄng dĹngxÄŤ): Can refer to ghosts, but in this context, it refers to bodily fluids or the “impure” thoughts and reactions Pei Xilin is having.
- Ink wash painting (ĺąąć°´çŤ – ShÄnshuÇhuĂ ): A traditional Chinese style of painting. Comparing Chu Yang’s features to this emphasizes his elegant, classic beauty.
Will Chu Yang realize how “un-straight” his rescuer is? Find out in Chapter 33! đđ°
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