ASSHKHME Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Quite the Innocent

All of Chen Zhuo’s panic melted away in Xie Yu’s warm, furnace-like embrace.

He recovered from his startled state and realized that the booming sound was just a sonic boom from an aircraft. His cheeks flushed red, and the color quickly spread to his neck.

Too embarrassed and ashamed, Chen Zhuo nestled in Xie Yu’s arms, not moving for a while.

Xie Yu was still chattering incessantly in his ear, “As good youths of the motherland, we must break away from low-level interests and pursue higher-level spiritual goals. Besides, what kind of decent man would show his face and wiggle around on the internet?”

Chen Zhuo didn’t say a word as he struggled out of his arms, rolled into his own blanket, and covered his head as if nothing had happened. “Tired, going to sleep.”

Suddenly feeling empty in his arms, Xie Yu felt as if a corner of his heart was missing.

Silence returned to the room.

Chen Zhuo used his fingers to pull the blanket away, revealing a pair of dark and bright eyes. He stared blankly at the curtains, which were slightly stirred by the night breeze, through the dimness.

It was strange, really. He had been so angry that his head was spinning when Xie Yu touched his phone without permission, but now, only five minutes later, he couldn’t find even a trace of anger.

Come to think of it, he and Xie Yu were always like this. One second they were attacking each other, and the next they could calmly chat.

He heard the slight rustle of fabric as someone turned over. Chen Zhuo breathed lightly, sensing that Xie Yu was lying on his side, looking at him. He felt two pokes on his back, but he didn’t say anything.

Xie Yu propped himself up on his arm, his voice a little low in the tidal darkness. “Hey, Chen Zhuo, can I ask you a question?”

Chen Zhuo “Mm”ed, considering it an answer.

Xie Yu hesitated for two seconds, “How… how did you know that you liked men?”

Chen Zhuo turned his head to roll his eyes at him, scoffing, “How did you know that you liked women? Are you a moron? Is that thing on top of your neck just for show?”

“You’re mocking me again. I’m just asking. And I now…”

Now, he wasn’t even sure if he still liked women.

Xie Yu swallowed the second half of the sentence. He sighed deeply.

His mind was a mess. Everyone said that sexual orientation was innate, but before meeting Chen Zhuo, Xie Yu had thought that he liked women.

Ever since that dream about Chen Zhuo, Xie Yu had been thinking about the question of “whether sexual orientation can be fluid.”

When he watched adult videos, his gaze was clearly focused on the female actors.

But when he put down his phone, Xie Yu realized that the object of his fantasies was vague.

At this energetic and dirty-minded age, when his friends were drooling over beautiful girls with “big breasts, a small waist, long legs, and a plump ass,” he seemed to have never had any transgressive thoughts about women.

Xie Yu once thought it was because he had a strong sense of morality.

Until he had that dream, the vague object of his fantasies gradually became clear, outlining Chen Zhuo’s figure.

In his mind, those impulses that should only be generated for girls seemed to all point to Chen Zhuo.

Xie Yu was very confused. Was the dream just an unreal fantasy, or was it the personification of his subconscious?

Was it really as Chen Zhuo said, that he was a homophobe in deep closet, a latent homosexual who hadn’t been discovered?

But if he was homosexual, why was only Chen Zhuo special? He would only find it disgusting when Zhao Jiashu and Li Ang ran around naked.

It was all that inexplicable dream’s fault. If it weren’t for that dream, he wouldn’t have become abnormal…

Chen Zhuo didn’t know about Xie Yu’s complex psychological changes. He was still waiting for him to continue, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn’t help but ask, “And you now what? Are you bent?”

“Of course not!”

Xie Yu realized that he had overreacted and asked awkwardly, “Hey, Chen Zhuo, if you watch A/V, do you get a reaction?”

Chen Zhuo curled his lips to mock him, “Is it appropriate for you to talk to a gay man about such a private topic?”

Xie Yu cleared his throat to make himself sound normal, “Just asking, I don’t mean anything else, just curious.”

Chen Zhuo suddenly raised the corners of his lips, turned over to prop his head up to look at him, his eyes sparkling with cunning, “Practice makes perfect. Why don’t you watch G/V yourself? Want to see?”

Xie Yu remembered those two white guys who had caused him psychological trauma, and refused, “Forget it, I don’t want to watch that stuff.”

However, Chen Zhuo had the mind to tease Xie Yu and didn’t care about his answer at all.

Smiling, he took his phone from the bedside table, found his collection in the hidden folder, and opened it without saying a word.

Xie Yu squinted, blinded by the sudden light.

Before his eyes could adjust to the light, a sharp and enchanting moan exploded in his ears.

Xie Yu never knew that a man could make such a sound, and he immediately got goosebumps all over his arms.

What he didn’t expect was that this Chen Zhuo actually liked things this direct.

There wasn’t even a bit of plot, it just started right away.

Chen Zhuo held his phone, leaning against him. The faint light of the screen illuminated half of his face. He looked expectantly to see Xie Yu squirm. “How is it?”

Xie Yu felt very strange, and uncomfortably narrowed his eyes, focusing his vision on the person being bullied to the point of almost suffocating.

Not as good-looking as Chen Zhuo.

The skin is not as delicate as Chen Zhuo’s.

The waist is not as thin as Chen Zhuo’s, and the legs are not as long.

There are no cinnabar-like small red moles on the hip bones either.

In short, nowhere near as good as Chen Zhuo.

In the corner of Xie Yu’s eye was Chen Zhuo’s smooth and soft profile, his nostrils were filled with a faint citrus fragrance, and his throat was a little dry. “Not good, don’t watch it, it’s boring.”

Chen Zhuo examined Xie Yu’s calm expression, which didn’t seem fake. He reluctantly changed a few different types of films for him.

Xie Yu couldn’t bear it any longer, snatched Chen Zhuo’s phone, his voice with an imperceptible hoarseness, “Why aren’t you done yet?”

Chen Zhuo blinked, “popped” to turn on the bedside lamp, and then brazenly lifted Xie Yu’s blanket, whistling a rogue, “Wow.”

The veins on Xie Yu’s forehead bulged, and he snatched the blanket back from his hand to cover himself, “You pervert, are you crazy?”

Chen Zhuo wasn’t angry at all, giggling non-stop.

His bright eyes were full of the joy of a successful prank. He approached Xie Yu, “This straight man, now you know the answer, right? People are visual animals, it’s just a natural reaction.”

Xie Yu’s fingertips touched the soft corner of Chen Zhuo’s pajamas, which seemed to still be warm. It spread upwards along his fingerprints, like a kitten’s claws gently scratching his palm.

Xie Yu looked at Chen Zhuo, who was laughing happily, his heart itching and chaotic.

He felt like he had been poisoned, poisoned by something called “Chen Zhuo.”

Chen Zhuo giggled and patted Xie Yu on the shoulder in comfort, “It’s okay, no need to be shy, it’s normal.”

Xie Yu shook off Chen Zhuo’s hand, “Turn off the lights! Go to sleep!”

“What are you being so fierce for? You’re quite the innocent.” Chen Zhuo turned off the bedside lamp and lay down again.

Xie Yu was wide awake. The dead gay next to him was still gloating, laughing so hard that the bed was shaking.

Xie Yu was so angry that he wanted to strip him naked and reenact everything he had just watched, to see if he could still laugh!