“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You really smell good, so I sneak over every night to sniff you. I’ve been trying hard to hold back, but… I can’t sleep if I don’t.”
The more Ke Zhengchu said, the more incredulous Zhong Nian became.
What did he mean couldn’t help it? Every night? Can’t sleep without sniffing…
Zhong Nian couldn’t listen anymore. “Do you know what you’re saying? Are you serious?”
Ke Zhengchu nodded.
Zhong Nian fell silent, then asked, “Are you a pervert?”
It was a rhetorical question. A normal person would either clam up in shame or defend themselves, but Ke Zhengchu nodded again.
“I am. I’m not normal…” Ke Zhengchu admitted it.
Zhong Nian was stunned speechless.
In the darkness, they could only make out each other’s silhouettes and eyes.
He didn’t know what expression Ke Zhengchu had, but it definitely lacked the shame or guilt a normal person would feel.
This guy even leaned closer, climbing onto his bed, his body nearly enveloping him.
“Little Nian… I’ve never dared to say it. I-I like you.” Ke Zhengchu stammered his confession. “No one’s ever applied medicine to me so gently, or cared about my wounds like that. You even gave me the doughnuts from Zhan Lu. You’re so caring toward me…”
Zhong Nian was backed against the wall with nowhere to retreat. Seeing the guy still pressing forward shamelessly, he shoved his head hard without thinking.
The action successfully shut the other up, stopping any more shameless words.
“I applied medicine to you and treated you well, so you like me—that’s fine. But you can’t actually act like a pervert toward me.” Zhong Nian’s chest heaved with emotion, his breathing unsteady. “E-Even if I smell good, you can’t stay up every night crawling onto my bed to sniff me.”
Toward this roommate he spent every day with, Zhong Nian still felt a bit soft-hearted. “Since you know you’re not normal, go get treatment.”
“It can’t be cured,” Ke Zhengchu said.
Zhong Nian didn’t understand why he sounded so certain. “How do you know it can’t?”
“I’ve tried treating it.”
“…”
Zhong Nian didn’t know what to say.
Ke Zhengchu continued, “Little Nian, can you help me?”
“How can I help?” Zhong Nian had never helped treat someone’s psychological issues.
“If you let me sniff you, I might feel a little better.” As Ke Zhengchu spoke, he leaned his face closer.
Zhong Nian hadn’t even agreed, yet he shamelessly pressed in. Already on high alert, Zhong Nian reacted instinctively, yelling “Get lost” and kicking out with one foot.
He always kicked hard, but Ke Zhengchu solidly took it without falling off the bed. He quickly pinned the foot in his arms.
Zhong Nian froze, trying to pull his foot back but unable. “Let go!”
Ke Zhengchu held on tight. In a fit of anger, Zhong Nian kicked with his other leg, this time aiming at Ke Zhengchu’s chest.
A muffled grunt showed it hurt, but he still didn’t let go, hugging both legs now.
With both legs delivered right to him, Zhong Nian’s little face flushed red with urgency.
“You really need a beating, huh?”
Ke Zhengchu had no shame left. Scolded, he still inched forward, rubbing his face on Zhong Nian’s legs like a clingy little dog. His hard nose tip and cool-warm lips brushed against them.
Zhong Nian relied on the wall behind him to stay upright. Without legs, he still had hands. In shame and urgency, he didn’t hold back and smacked toward his head.
Unexpectedly, Ke Zhengchu suddenly lifted his face and took the hard slap directly.
“You…” Zhong Nian knew how hard he had hit; the sound alone showed it wasn’t light.
Seeing Ke Zhengchu silent and no longer rubbing, he assumed the pain had made him realize his mistake. His tone softened a bit. “If you know it hurts, let go. Or I’ll hit you again.”
At those words, Ke Zhengchu hugged his legs even tighter, stubbornly saying, “No.”
Zhong Nian trembled with anger, struggling hard with both legs. In the motion, he kicked and stomped at the opponent’s weakest spots—stomach and lower abdomen—to make him loosen from the pain.
He didn’t know if Ke Zhengchu was too good at enduring pain or just deranged, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Ke Zhengchu!” Zhong Nian yelled his name furiously.
Ke Zhengchu kept his head down silently, hugging tighter, burying his face in Zhong Nian’s knees.
Any more stomping, and the position would be wrong.
“Mmph…”
Ke Zhengchu’s breathing suddenly grew heavier.
Zhong Nian didn’t notice anything amiss. Seeing punches and kicks alike useless, sweating from his own anger, he simply collapsed onto the bed and ignored it.
“If you’ve got the guts to keep holding, fine. I’m going to sleep.” He pulled the blanket over his face, giving up.
Anyway, Ke Zhengchu’s arms were pretty warm; his feet wouldn’t get cold.
Of course, he couldn’t sleep—not because of the Flower Tea anymore, but entirely from anger at Ke Zhengchu.
With eyes closed, he silently cursed in his heart.
How was his roommate such a shameless thing? He’d acted so well before. And he’d been so nice to him…
As he cursed, he heard a plea from outside the blanket.
“Little Nian, please.”
Zhong Nian thought, I’m not forgiving you. Pleading won’t help.*
His apology wasn’t even proper—he was still holding the legs.
“Little Nian… I…” Ke Zhengchu’s voice trembled slightly, breathing heavily. “Sorry.”
Zhong Nian lifted the blanket. “If you know you were wrong, then…”
He was scared speechless by the next action. His legs weren’t gripped as tightly anymore; instead, his ankles were seized and dragged forward.
Ke Zhengchu pleaded humbly, “Sorry. Can you step on me like before? Please…”
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