What a strange feeling…
Clearly, he felt offended and violated by Qiu Ye, psychologically resisting it intensely, yet physically there was only that tiny bit of pleasure — but it was like tasting the marrow of desire, and now he couldn’t stop craving that sensation, constantly recalling that scene.
It was obviously just touching his leg.
Bai Yao himself had touched his own legs plenty of times before, yet he had never experienced anything like this.
It was as if Qiu Ye’s hand possessed some kind of magic.
There was no doubt about it — Bai Yao was in heat… He actually had an erotic dream, which was rare for him.
In the dream, Qiu Ye pinned him against the wall in a classic wall-slam, kissing him, his hand reaching toward places it shouldn’t — just like the couple he had seen in the school garden before.
He wanted to refuse yet welcomed it, resisting in shame while excitedly giving in.
And then he woke up in confusion.
“Mmm?”
Bai Yao’s legs were tightly clamping the blanket.
He dazedly opened his eyes, still with tears glistening in them.
His body seemed to still retain that wonderful, addictive sensation from the dream.
His first instinct was to close his eyes again, go back to sleep, and see if he could continue the dream.
But the system’s daily settlement notification already rang in his mind.
[Good morning~ Miss Bai Yao…]
Now he was completely unable to fall back asleep.
Bai Yao helplessly let out a whimper and buried his entire head under the blanket.
What the hell am I doing! Wanting to sleep more just to continue the dream!
Shouldn’t I feel disgusted?!
His underwear felt wet and sticky, so uncomfortable…
Bai Yao suddenly jolted, reached down to check — thank god, little brother was still there with him.
Even though he knew little brother would eventually leave home one day, as long as it was still there, he could keep deceiving himself that he was still a man, giving his psyche a bit of comfort.
“Ahh~” Bai Yao let out a lifeless sigh.
He wanted to do naughty things… It’s all Qiu Ye’s fault, messing with him in the dream like that.
How could he have such a dream?
It made him seem exactly like the thirsty slut the system kept calling him.
Curled up in the blanket, a guess suddenly appeared in Bai Yao’s mind.
Could it be… that deep down, he really is someone who can easily get addicted to naughty stuff?
But he wasn’t like this before…
As he waited for his body’s reaction to slowly calm down, Bai Yao glanced at his phone — it was already past eight.
He got a fright, but then saw it was Tuesday and his first class wasn’t until ten, so he relaxed again, lay back in bed and spaced out.
He still kind of missed the feeling from the dream…
Bai Yao kept replaying and fantasizing about it in his mind, but rationally he felt a bit resistant — after all, he had been a man for eighteen years.
Fantasizing about being pinned against a wall and touched by another man was really hard to accept.
“Awake?”
Through the bed curtain, Qiu Ye poked Bai Yao’s pillow.
The two of them slept head-to-head, so any small movement Bai Yao made was easily noticed by Qiu Ye — the curtain blocked light but not sound.
“Mm.”
Qiu Ye was actually very guilty.
Last night when he saw Bai Yao glaring and hissing at him, he got impulsive.
Touching his leg was clearly something only couples should do.
It made Bai Yao so angry that he went to the bathroom and then straight to bed, leaving Qiu Ye worried and unable to sleep well all night.
Fortunately he got a response — at least he wasn’t being ignored.
“Wanna go get breakfast together?”
“Not hungry.”
Bai Yao stayed hidden in the blanket, too lazy to get up.
“Uh…”
Qiu Ye wanted to apologize, but it was past eight and even if some roommates weren’t awake yet, at least one or two probably were.
He didn’t want others to overhear.
So he took out his phone and messaged Bai Yao: “Are you angry?”
Angry?
If Bai Yao were simply angry, he wouldn’t be this conflicted.
But he had just discovered his hidden potential to become a total slut…
“Let me do anything you want! Kneeling catboy apology.jpg”
Anything I want?
Bai Yao’s eyes lit up — wouldn’t that make completing system tasks super easy?
But… Qiu Ye might misunderstand, right?
He became even more conflicted and started biting his nails.
Five hundred yuan though…
Anyway, Qiu Ye was the one who offended him first last night.
If he just kissed Qiu Ye on the cheek, Qiu Ye probably wouldn’t mind, right?
If he got misunderstood or disliked, he could just explain it later.
Bai Yao secretly felt a tiny bit of anticipation.
He was anticipating that maybe Qiu Ye actually liked him — otherwise he wouldn’t have taken the initiative to hold hands or touch his leg last night.
But he didn’t dare think too deeply in that direction and kept persuading himself it was just Qiu Ye’s prank to make him uncomfortable.
He didn’t even know what he would do if Qiu Ye really liked him — accept or reject — but just being liked by someone definitely felt good.
Bai Yao pulled open the bed curtain: “Come in?”
“Huh?” Qiu Ye was stunned, then quickly crawled in, climbing onto Bai Yao’s bed.
Perhaps because the curtain enclosed the space, the girlish fragrance on the bed became especially clear.
Bai Yao usually slept without pants.
Right now he was wearing only a white T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.
Half his legs were under the blanket, half exposed — fair, tender thighs that jiggled softly like tofu with the slightest movement.
The leg openings of the boxers gently dug into the thigh flesh, creating a small, chubby ring of soft meat — not fat-looking at all, but instead adding a cute kind of sexiness.
Qiu Ye awkwardly sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, watching Bai Yao sit up at the head of the bed yawning, stretching lazily like a cat, his slender waist and back arching into a beautiful curve, the small soft mounds on his chest trembling slightly.
No matter how you looked at it, he didn’t seem angry at all?
Qiu Ye guiltily lowered his gaze, but looking up landed on the chest, looking down landed on the thighs — nowhere felt polite, so he turned his head to stare at the messy pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.
Seeing Qiu Ye’s cheeks flush red, looking all restrained and too shy to even look at him, Bai Yao frowned slightly and studied the guy up and down.
“Why did you tell me to come in?”
“You said I could make you do anything?”
Qiu Ye instantly became nervous.
Although Bai Yao was usually quite proper, he did have mischievous moments.
What if he asked for something impossible, like picking stars or the moon?
Or something humiliating and embarrassing? He wouldn’t have to cross-dress too, right?
“Mm.”
Qiu Ye nodded, pretending to be calm on the surface.
Suddenly a sweet breeze hit him.
He only felt something warm and soft gently touch his cheek, light as a dragonfly skimming water, leaving behind a faint, slightly cool sensation that seemed to carry a fragrance.
Qiu Ye froze.
Only then did he turn to look at Bai Yao.
Bai Yao’s face was expressionless and tense, but his cheeks were burning so red they looked like they would drip blood.
He put on an indifferent act, lowered his head to fiddle with his phone and check the bank transfer notification, his voice trembling as he stubbornly explained:
“That’s payback for disgusting me last night…”
Only then did Qiu Ye belatedly realize — he had just been kissed by Bai Yao.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed the spot on his cheek that had been kissed, then looked at Bai Yao in a daze.
Bai Yao’s body instinctively tensed, ready for any reaction Qiu Ye might have.
Anyway, the system gave him five hundred yuan — even if Qiu Ye made him beg for forgiveness or call him daddy, as long as he didn’t hit him!
If he got hit he would definitely cry from the pain!
“Uh… it’s nothing, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Qiu Ye dazedly climbed off the bed, crashed into several chairs with loud bangs, but didn’t seem to notice at all.
He floated toward the bathroom in a complete trance.
Holy shit! I never want to wash my face again in this lifetime!
“Bai Yao” is being translated to “White Yao”
i have fixed it