The warm pad of his finger pinched the slightly cool earlobe, causing He Siheng to tremble involuntarily.
He Siheng swatted away Tan Jing’s hand and covered his ear as he denied it. “Anyway, it wasn’t you!”
With this guy’s temperament of taking a mile when given an inch, how could he possibly confess honestly?
Tan Jing tugged at the corner of his lips. The hand that had been pushed away circled to the back of He Siheng’s neck and pressed against the freshly marked gland, pinching it neither lightly nor heavily.
He Siheng shuddered all over like a cat grabbed by the scruff of its neck. The hand pressed against Tan Jing’s chest clenched his collar tightly. “You… you…”
He wanted Tan Jing to let go, but he was afraid that opening his mouth would lead to an uncontrollable whimper.
The rustling of clothes and bedding fabric sounded as the person threatening him leaned closer, burying his head in He Siheng’s neck. His muffled voice was very soft, and the gentle tone carried a pitiful meaning. “Dream of me tonight, okay?”
Warm breath sprayed on the skin of He Siheng’s neck, and the submissive plea drilled into his ears. The rising heat spread from his ear roots throughout his body.
It was as if electricity coursed through his entire body, even numbing his tailbone.
His heart softened into a complete mess, but one spot, inappropriately, was on the verge of exploding.
He Siheng sensed that something was seriously wrong. He parted his lips. “Don’t act so…”
Spoiled…
Before he could finish, under the covers, Tan Jing suddenly bent his knee and pressed it between He Siheng’s legs, nudging the part that had already lifted its head. He Siheng’s unfinished words turned into a lost, muffled grunt.
Tan Jing’s lips brushed against his earlobe, his voice laced with amusement. “You said okay.”
“…”
In the end, he hadn’t hidden it. He Siheng shamefully covered his flushed face. “I’m eighteen too—full of youthful vigor! So what!”
Tan Jing chuckled and planted a kiss on his fingertips covering his face. “That’s good. From now on, in dreams and out of them, it’s only me.”
The winter break after the Spring Festival passed especially quickly. In the last two days of the holiday, He Siheng frantically caught up on a vacation’s worth of winter homework.
This was his usual habit: party hard in the first half of the break, then use the countdown days to make up homework as a transition back to study mode, and conveniently cram for upcoming tests.
But this year, on the day He Siheng was doing his homework, there was an extra distracting disaster by his side.
“Heng Bro, what happened to your mouth?”
Outside the school gate, Zhou Yu rarely ran into He Siheng on the way to school. The moment they met, his gaze was drawn to the wound at the corner of the other’s mouth.
He Siheng reflexively touched his lip, recalling the tragedy from two days ago.
Two days prior was Valentine’s Day. Tan Jing had originally wanted to go on a date with him, but He Siheng had homework to finish and review for the placement test. Studies came before romance, so he naturally refused without hesitation.
Tan Jing didn’t say much and expressed understanding of his prioritization of studies. He just regretfully grumbled that spending their first Valentine’s Day as a couple drowning in a sea of questions was such a pity. A simple kiss that didn’t take time should be okay, right?
He Siheng’s ears softened, and in the end, he couldn’t resist the request.
The sinful beginning started right after that nod.
That bastard Tan Jing pretended to be understanding and tolerant on the surface, but unleashed all his temper into that kiss—like a puppy biting someone, kissing fiercely and ruthlessly. It was far beyond mere dissatisfaction; he was practically pent-up with desire.
He Siheng’s mouth had been kissed raw and swollen for two days. He’d worn a mask at home for two days, and it had only just subsided enough today.
He Siheng coughed lightly. “I accidentally bumped into the edge of the table.”
Zhou Yu shuddered with lingering fear. “Good thing you didn’t hit your head.”
He Siheng: “…”
Why did that sound a bit off?
“The class monitor is on duty today,” Zhou Yu said, spotting Tan Jing on patrol at the school gate with sharp eyes.
He Siheng glanced toward the gate. The young man stood tall and straight, his arm banded with the red disciplinary armband, holding paper and pen as he calmly and indifferently checked students’ uniforms.
This guy turned into a model fake-prude once outside.
He Siheng huffed lightly through his nose. “Putting on an act.”
Two days ago, he’d been so angry after the kiss that he’d kicked the guy out of his room. He hadn’t wanted to see him since.
Zhou Yu just thought He Siheng was habitually trash-talking Tan Jing and didn’t mind. “Our little O loves this type. Otherwise, the class monitor’s fan support group wouldn’t have grown so big.”
“…”
It felt like after just one winter break without seeing him, Zhou Yu’s blind worship of Tan Jing had leveled up again.
Indeed, compared to last semester, Zhou Yu no longer flinched at the sight of Tan Jing. As they reached the gate, he even enthusiastically greeted him. He Siheng planned to ignore him, but instead, he was called out.
“He Siheng.”
“You’re calling me?” Being singled out by Tan Jing, He Siheng subconsciously touched his earlobe. He wasn’t wearing an earring today.
“Routine check.” Tan Jing walked over, his gaze indifferently sweeping over his lips. The swelling had gone down, but the wound at the corner was still noticeable.
“Fought with someone?” he asked casually.
As expected, he was met with the other’s eyes dark with anger.
He Siheng glared at him irritably. “Got bit by a dog.”
Zhou Yu, standing nearby, was baffled. Hadn’t he just said he fell and bumped it?
Tan Jing lowered his gaze, meeting the bristling person’s eyes for two seconds, then imperceptibly hooked his lips. “Your dog sure loves you.”
He Siheng ground his teeth. This bastard didn’t mind claiming the dog identity at all. He’d never seen anyone with such thick skin.
With a face full of indifference, his tone provocative, he said, “What, getting bit by a dog counts as a uniform violation now?”
“Of course not.” Tan Jing looked at him with a half-smile. “But… be careful when playing next time.”
“…” It sounded like a proper reminder, but that ambiguous tone was just right to let those in the know hear the flirtation.
He Siheng’s face heated up, and he turned to leave.
Zhou Yu watched the two of them at daggers drawn. Tan Jing was still polite enough, but He Siheng’s attitude toward Tan Jing was much worse than before the break.
He gave Tan Jing an awkward smile and hurried after He Siheng. “Heng Bro, did something happen between you and the class monitor over the break? Why’s your relationship worse?”
He Siheng touched his still faintly aching lip and snorted coldly. “He deserved it.”
Zhou Yu didn’t get it. Seeing He Siheng so pissed, he didn’t dare press further.
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