The other seemed equally surprised by the sudden intrusion, his dark eyes widening slightly.
Their gazes met. He Siheng immediately raised a finger to his lips. “Shh—”
He pointed at the door, mouthing silently, “Your mom.”
Tan Jing showed no reaction, just looking at him expressionlessly.
He Siheng thought he hadn’t understood and was about to gesture again when Tan Jing slightly rose, lifting an arm to grab the towel hanging nearby. Unhurriedly, he draped it over the key area from his waist down to above his thighs.
The spot had been partially obscured by shower gel foam before, but as he shifted with gravity, more of it inevitably emerged through the white bubbles.
“!”
He Siheng hadn’t noticed at first, but now he did, his eyes widening. His mouth fell open unconsciously, the whole person frozen like stone.
Tan Jing’s tone was flat as he lightly scolded, “Pervert.”
He Siheng: “…”
He Siheng visibly flushed from his neck to his face, as if steam would rise from his head. He subconsciously wanted to explain, but remembered Jiang He was still outside and forcibly shut his mouth. His face grew even redder.
In the bedroom, Jiang He entered and heard the bathroom door slam. She found it odd but didn’t dwell on it. Seeing Tan Jing was showering, she set down the fruit plate and left.
Finally, with the bedroom quiet again, He Siheng hurriedly tossed out, “I didn’t mean to!”
Then he bolted from the bathroom without looking back. This time, he didn’t care how Tan Jing would get out after his shower. He climbed out the window and fled.
The bathroom door slammed shut once more. Tan Jing sat on the chair for a long while, motionless.
After the Omega’s agitated emotions, pheromones leaked out. The light floral scent mixed into the humid steam, effortlessly enveloping him completely, with no escape.
He paused, then raised a hand, pinching his earlobe.
It burned hot.
Tan Jing hung his head, damp strands of hair falling over his forehead, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
After a long wait, the tenting under the towel showed no sign of subsiding.
He wasn’t sure if it was due to the mind-bewitching pheromones in the steam or those panicked amber eyes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. Suddenly, he covered his eyes with one hand.
Utterly disheveled, he cursed under his breath. “Fuck.”
The previous scene’s impact was too strong. He Siheng forgot to climb back through his own window and charged straight through the front door, only to run smack into his parents in the living room.
He Yunlang wasn’t surprised by him coming home at this hour but still nagged. “So late again. Were you at an internet cafe messing around?”
“Heng Heng, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?” Shu Qiu noticed something off and came over to feel his forehead.
“N-no, I’m going to my room to shower!”
With a face redder than a boiled shrimp, He Siheng fled back to his bedroom in embarrassment.
He didn’t even undress before turning on the shower. The cold water jolted him awake halfway, but the other half of his mind was still stuck on that inescapable swinging image.
Damn it.
He Siheng scrubbed his face in frustration. Couldn’t he just cover it with his hand? Did he have to stand up for a towel?
This guy…
He Siheng showered with hot water for ages until his fingertips pruned. Finally somewhat calm, he dried his hair and stepped out of the bathroom.
Seeing the person in his school uniform shirt sitting on his bed, he froze.
“W-why are you at my house?” He Siheng stared at him warily.
Tan Jing sat relaxed, arms lazily propped on either side, long legs stretched out on the floor. His head tilted slightly as he smiled at him. “Didn’t you tell me to come?”
“When did I?”
He Siheng was baffled. Seeing no cast on his leg made it even weirder. “Your foot’s all better?”
Tan Jing ignored that, crooking a finger at him.
Realizing something was off, He Siheng frowned but walked over anyway, standing before him and asking awkwardly, “What?”
Tan Jing didn’t speak, just tilted his head up to look at him. At the same time, his slender fingers reached for his shirt collar, undoing the buttons one by one.
One, two, three…
First, sharp collarbones appeared, then a full, finely textured chest.
He Siheng hurriedly grabbed his hand to stop him. “What are you doing?”
Tan Jing gripped his hand in return and chuckled lowly. “Don’t you want to touch?”
The flush that had just faded rushed back to his cheeks. He Siheng paused for seconds before yelling, “W-who wants to t-touch your abs? It’s not like I don’t have any!”
He flailed his wrist in panic but couldn’t break free. Instead, Tan Jing yanked him, making him lose balance and pitch forward. They tumbled onto the bed together.
Pinned beneath him, Tan Jing’s black hair splayed messily across the soft light-colored quilt. His dark eyes stared unblinkingly at He Siheng.
He Siheng blanked out for a moment. He felt his hand still gripped by Tan Jing, guided slowly until it landed on a certain spot.
Tan Jing’s eyes curved quickly, his low, magnetic voice laced with an indescribable amusement. “I meant here.”
“…”
Like a punctured balloon, He Siheng exploded.
He snapped his eyes open, still panting uncontrollably.
It was… just a dream…
Thank god it was just a dream!
He Siheng had barely relaxed when he felt a slight cool wetness beneath him.
His body stiffened. Propping himself up on the bed, besides the dampness clinging tighter to his skin, he sensed another burning, throbbing ache.
Hoping against hope, He Siheng lifted the covers. Seeing the evidence, he closed his eyes in despair.
No way, bro. Dreaming about a guy? What’s your dick so excited about?
Because of this sinful dream, Young Master He, who loved sleeping in, lost his chance for a snooze. With dark circles under his eyes, he got up super early while everyone was still asleep. He stealthily stripped the bedsheets and covers, personally hauling them to the laundry room to erase the “evidence” without a trace.
But a house like his clearly wasn’t a place to hide secrets—especially not on such a large bedsheet.
He Siheng struggled to hand-wash everything before throwing it into the washing machine again and then into the dryer. Once the dryer finally finished, he hugged the now-dry sheets and bedding back to his room—only to run smack into Shu Qiu, who had just gotten out of bed.
Shu Qiu came down the stairs with the drowsiness of morning still clinging to her. “Heng Heng, what are you up to so early? It’s rare for you to be up this early on a weekend.”
He Siheng couldn’t hide the bundle of sheets behind his back even if he tried. Clutching the mound to his chest, he braced himself and replied, “Nothing.”
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