“It’s probably Jiang Ling and the others. They’re likely discussing what to eat tomorrow. I’ll check later—Brother Lu, you go ahead and shower first.”
His words were all but shoving Lu Quan toward the bathroom.
Lu Quan: “Okay.”
Once the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Liang Zhixia finally let out a slow breath. He grabbed his phone and slipped behind his bed curtain.
When he unlocked his phone, the screen was flooded with friend requests.
He went through them from top to bottom, approving one by one.
He skipped the weird ones, like Beauty Harvester and Richest Prospective Male College Student.
Some were eager—almost the instant he approved them, messages rolled in.
【AAAA University Hottest Male God】: Hey!
【AAAA University Hottest Male God】: Let me introduce myself first.
【AAAA University Hottest Male God】: Sophomore in computer science, 185.3 cm tall, love lifting weights, got a solid six-pack, available anytime.
Liang Zhixia read the intro carefully and typed back.
【Summer】: Could you send a photo?
Worried the guy might not want to show his face, he added:
【Summer】: Face optional.
AAAA University Hottest Male God sent a photo.
He tapped it open. The guy was showing his face, but Liang Zhixia wasn’t all that interested. He scrolled down to inspect the body, silently counting the abs under his breath. Six, for sure.
The guy followed up with another photo right away.
It was a height measurement shot, with his roommate’s face blurred out beside him.
Talk about thorough—the height really was precise down to 185.3 cm.
【Summer】: Got it. I’ll think it over. Thanks.
The physique was decent enough, but it was missing that certain something.
【AAAA University Hottest Male God】: Alright.
He moved on to “interview” the rest. His standards might have been too high—few caught his eye.
Just as he was about to lower his expectations, a guy named LLL sent him a photo.
【LLL】: Photo now?
【LLL】: Fresh out of the shower pic.jpg
The guy’s upper body was bare to the air, his muscles taut and defined. Eight perfectly aligned abs flowed into sleek, sexy V-lines that dipped teasingly below the waistband of his gray sweatpants.
The build wasn’t over-the-top bulky—just refined and balanced, exactly Liang Zhixia’s type. It had shed the last traces of boyishness for a mature masculine edge, every contour radiating a wild allure that made his gaze blur.
He even noticed a small black mole an inch above the guy’s crotch, right where a glistening droplet of water trailed down from the abs. Incredibly sexy.
All the previous photos vanished from his mind. This one lingered, and it felt strangely familiar.
Reluctantly, he backed out to the chat and typed.
【Summer】: It’s you.
【Summer】: When are you free?
【Summer】: I’m open all weekend.
This body was worth asking the coffee shop boss for time off.
In the bathroom.
Lu Quan had a gray dry towel perched on his head as he looked down at Zhizhi’s reply on his phone.
He glanced up at the mirror, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as a pleased smirk curved his lips.
Zhizhi had taken the bait.
The next day.
Bored university students noticed that A University Campus Wall had reposted yesterday’s model-seeking notice.
The screenshot showed just two updates.
【Anonymous】: Thanks everyone for the help—I found a model! ^-^
【Anonymous】: I’ve asked Wall Wall to delete the contact pic from the last post. Please don’t add me anymore, thanks! ^-^
The comments section exploded again.
【Someone actually got added???】
【Me too! Thought everyone was just talking big!!!】
【So real (thumbs up) (thumbs up)】
【Which bro beat out my big bro?! My big bro actually lost!!!】
【Heh~ Got a boyfriend and meal ticket now~~~】
【Upstairs salty? They said it’s for a model, what’s with the dirty mind???】
【Who is it?! WHO!!! Better body than mine!!!】
【Tomorrow’s A Uni headline: Dozens of jacked dudes melting down in the comments ^-^】
【Upstairs reminded me—my roommate’s got a killer voice and is sweet. Any hot guys looking for a date?】
【My roommate’s a 170cm boss babe—date her and get a pressure cooker free!!】
Liang Zhixia was completely oblivious. He had messaged A University Campus Wall and washed his hands of it.
Right now, his entire focus was on LLL.
He had even shoved Lu Quan to the back of his mind.
The weekend arrived.
Liang Zhixia had reserved an art studio on campus ahead of time.
He arrived half an hour early, set up all his tools, and drew the white gauzy curtains. Sunlight filtered through, casting a soft glow on the floor.
Footsteps passed by the door now and then, but none belonged to the person he was waiting for.
His shoulders slumped as he idly played a little game on his phone.
Suddenly, a set of footsteps halted right outside the studio door.
This door had an issue—it squeaked noisily when opened or closed.
Liang Zhixia heard it and looked up, his gaze colliding with Lu Quan’s just as he pushed the door open.
“???”
His expression puzzled, he asked, “Brother Lu, you looking for me?”
Lu Quan mirrored the perfect amount of confusion between his brows. “Zhizhi? It’s you?”
Liang Zhixia blinked, a bizarre thought suddenly flashing through his mind.
No way?
“Brother Lu, you’re LLL?”
Lu Quan: “Yeah? How’d you know? Are you Xia?”
Liang Zhixia’s suspended heart finally sank.
What a roundabout way—it had ended up being Lu Quan after all.
“You… Brother Lu, why’d you come… to model like this?”
Lu Quan: “Saw it was paid, so I added.”
“…”
Yeah, right. He didn’t buy that for a second.
Still, what was done was done. Time to paint.
Truth be told, seeing Lu Quan made his racing heart inexplicably settle. And now he could finally paint Lu Quan’s bare torso.
A strange thrill bubbled up.
He licked his lips and had Lu Quan sit in the chair at the center of the studio first. Then he dashed to the door and locked it.
“Brother Lu, go ahead and take off your shirt.” He quickly added, “Just the top.”
Lu Quan obediently stripped off his upper clothes.
“Like this? Okay?”
Liang Zhixia stared at his long-coveted prize, excitement nearly bursting out of him.
“Yeah.”
He said in a voice thick with restraint.
Rough outlines quickly took shape on the paper clipped to his easel. Liang Zhixia’s expression was one of utter focus when Lu Quan suddenly spoke up. “Want me to strike a pose?”
Liang Zhixia paused. “Just show your upper body, Brother Lu. Tense up a bit— I need to capture the muscle lines.”
Lu Quan raised a brow. “Got it.”
Truth be told, he hadn’t needed the reminder. The moment Zhizhi’s eyes landed on him, his body had tensed on instinct.
If Zhizhi reached out to touch, he’d discover those abs were rock-hard.
Once Liang Zhixia slipped into painting mode, the outside world faded away. He blocked out everything.
It took Lu Quan a while to realize this, after striking various poses to no reaction whatsoever from Zhizhi.
“…”
A single painting took more than one or two hours from start to finish, plus endless refinements.
Liang Zhixia set down his brush and propped his chin on his hand, sneaking glances at Lu Quan’s abs now and then.
Seeing the shift in his expression, Lu Quan sensed his chance.
He cleared his throat lightly. “Zhizhi, want to feel them yourself?”
Come on, touch.
Liang Zhixia blinked, his ear tips heating up. But he was genuinely tempted by Lu Quan’s offer.
He walked over, putting on a stern face like he was conducting a rigorous scientific experiment.
The tips of his pale fingers had just brushed the man’s abs when he felt how genuinely hard they were. He had figured Lu Quan would sneakily relax or suck in his gut—holding tense that long had to be exhausting.
He’d tried sucking in his own stomach before in secret. By the end, he was wiped out, and everything ached.
Slender fingertips danced like playful sprites, pinching at his pecs one moment and prodding his abs the next. Liang Zhixia kept his eyes lowered, his gaze flickering faintly, but his hands showed no hesitation whatsoever.
He pinched here, prodded there.
He noticed that Lu Quan’s arms were impressively toned too. Circling behind the man, Liang Zhixia admired how perfectly sculpted his back muscles were.
Lu Quan’s physique was truly flawless.
Taking advantage of the fact that the other man couldn’t see him, he ogled the body before him without restraint.
It was exactly to his taste.
His fingertips trailed over the man’s back muscles, sliding down to the sexy dip at his waist.
Suddenly, inspiration struck.
Lu Quan’s body grew hotter and hotter, his breathing turning heavier and heavier. Just as he narrowed his eyes to seize Zhizhi’s hand, he could only watch helplessly as Liang Zhixia dashed to the easel and snatched up his brush again.
Torture.
The agony of being able to look but not touch—or taste.
Liang Zhixia slipped back into the zone, huffing and puffing away at his canvas for several hours. Excitement bubbled up as he watched the nude figure take shape.
He glanced up at Lu Quan, who hadn’t budged an inch. “Brother Lu, you can move now.”
Lu Quan murmured an acknowledgment, but he still didn’t stir.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move—he couldn’t, and he didn’t dare.
One twitch, and Zhizhi would notice.
Time slipped away unnoticed. The sunlight pooling on the floor gradually shifted to the other side, casting an even richer golden glow.
Liang Zhixia was putting the finishing touches on his work. Golden light filtered through the curtains, catching perfectly on his long lashes and illuminating the canvas.
Lu Quan felt his heart thundering wildly in his chest, as if it might burst free at any moment. He lifted his gaze to the young man bathed in sunset hues, his eyes filled with utter fascination.
If Zhizhi was a god, then he was surely the most devout of believers.
“All done!”
Liang Zhixia set down his brush and looked up excitedly, eager for Lu Quan to see. But his eyes involuntarily drifted to the particularly prominent bulge.
His expression froze, and the words tumbled out.
“Brother Lu, you…”
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