PPS Chapter 107
by VolareGu Yusen wrapped the person up tightly and tossed him onto the bed.
All thoughts were thrown to the back of his mind as he considered finding some cold medicine for him to drink.
Chu Zhaoyi was physically weak. The weather had been much cooler these past few days, and he would catch a cold easily if he wasn’t careful, or even get a fever if it was serious.
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t even know how many times he’d caught a cold or had a fever in the past few months.
No wonder Gu Yusen treated him like a porcelain doll.
It was all from experience.
When Gu Yusen came back in with the dissolved cold medicine, Chu Zhaoyi had buried his head entirely in the pillow.
Gu Yusen touched the back of Chu Zhaoyi’s head that was exposed.
“A’Yi? What’s wrong?”
He knew Chu Zhaoyi’s little actions. Usually, this kind of situation meant that he felt wronged and was a little angry.
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t say anything. A silver hearing aid lay scattered on the bed.
Gu Yusen picked up the hearing aid and looked at Chu Zhaoyi’s appearance of not wanting to communicate, feeling perplexed. Had he done something?
He pulled Chu Zhaoyi’s head out. Chu Zhaoyi was angry, but he still obeyed Gu Yusen’s movements.
Gu Yusen put the hearing aid on for him.
The cold medicine on the bedside table was steaming.
“What’s wrong? A’Yi?”
Gu Yusen then saw Chu Zhaoyi’s reddened eyes and completely panicked. In these past few months, no matter how much he provoked him, he hadn’t made him cry.
At most, he would just pull off his hearing aids and refuse to communicate.
“Does Brother Sanmu dislike me now?” Chu Zhaoyi didn’t cry, but his eyes were faintly red. He stared at Gu Yusen’s face, still wrapped in the blanket. He had rubbed off his hearing aid after struggling with it for a long time.
Gu Yusen was stunned by this question.
Normally, he would have coaxed him with a “I like you” long ago. Chu Zhaoyi was usually clingy, and always asked if he liked him, so he was used to answering the question.
But today was different.
Having impure thoughts about his own boy was already filthy enough, how could he face this question directly?
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t get an answer for a long time, and his eyes gradually became redder, even faintly glistening with tears.
He rarely cried. When was the last time he cried?
It was six years ago, the first time he met Gu Yusen, hiding in the mushroom house and sobbing.
So, he really didn’t like him?
“I like you, I like A’Yi, how could I not like you?” Gu Yusen was so flustered that he quickly hugged him with the blanket, trying to soothe the uneasy boy with his body temperature.
“Brother Sanmu is lying to me.”
“You didn’t even let me into the bathroom. It wasn’t like this before,” Chu Zhaoyi accused, his head buried in Gu Yusen’s chest, subconsciously nuzzling. Clear tears stood on his eyelashes, about to fall.
Mr. Gu, who didn’t want to be seen naked by his crush: …
He had trouble expressing his feelings.
“You didn’t even look at me just now, and you wrapped me up and threw me on the bed.”
Chu Zhaoyi felt even more aggrieved when he thought of this. It wasn’t written like this in the novels.
Could it be that his relationship with Brother Sanmu wasn’t as good as the two protagonists in the novels?
Gu Yusen felt even more wronged. First, he realized that his shirt was full of the smell of smoke, smelling terrible. Second, he knew the weather was cool, and the bedroom window was open for ventilation, so he was afraid he would catch a cold.
In his panic, he did something that even he now thought was a bit stupid.
“Isn’t it because I’m embarrassed that you didn’t wear any clothes when you were taking a shower?”
“Why did A’Yi think of wearing my clothes? This one is dirty, and it’s a bit thin. Your body isn’t good, wear something thicker, and I was afraid you’d catch a cold, so I wrapped you up in a blanket in a moment of panic.”
Gu Yusen tried to explain.
Chu Zhaoyi was dubious.
“But you weren’t like this before.”
Gu Yusen had no way to argue.
“I was wrong,” Gu Yusen decided to apologize directly, unwrapping the “zongzi” Chu Zhaoyi, and rubbing the boy’s aggrieved head.
He cursed himself for being worthless.
“Then you should sleep with me now,” Chu Zhaoyi was still thinking about the plot in the novels.
According to the novels, Gu Yusen’s eyes should now be filled with undisguised flames, and then the two of them would go to bed…
Sleep.
Gu Yusen: ?
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Chu Zhaoyi had long coveted his body.
Gu Yusen thought about Chu Zhaoyi’s strange behavior today.
He belatedly realized that the boy was seducing him.
Gu Yusen: …?
Gu Yusen remembered when he caught a glimpse of Chu Zhaoyi’s naked body, with nothing on.
The same structure as his own.
He didn’t feel anything before.
But looking at it now…
Remembering the scene he had just seen, his breathing gradually became heavy, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he could hear the drumbeats of his accelerating heartbeat. His body unconsciously tensed, the lines of his muscles faintly visible under his clothes, revealing an unspeakable tension and desire.
Damn it.
Gu Yusen felt the abnormality in his body and pushed Chu Zhaoyi out of his arms without leaving a trace.
Chu Zhaoyi’s mind was full of the two words “sleep”. He was old enough to understand desire to some extent, but when the word “sleep” was placed on a person of the same sex…
He treated the word as a noun.
But Gu Yusen treated the word as a verb, full of strange thoughts, arousing himself with his thoughts.
Gu Yusen suddenly jumped out of bed, wanting to go out and light a cigarette to calm down. He hadn’t smoked much in the past few months and didn’t crave it much, but today he smoked a pack and became addicted.
Chu Zhaoyi grabbed Gu Yusen’s hand. His eyes, which were about to close due to sleepiness, were now wide open.
As if saying: You don’t want me again? We haven’t slept yet?
Chu Zhaoyi insisted on following the process.
Gu Yusen’s face was burning, wondering how this little thing called Chu Zhaoyi could have so many dirty thoughts in his head while remaining so calm on the surface.
Although the people in their circle played around a lot, his parents had a good relationship, and they were very affectionate. Under their influence, Gu Yusen also had a kind of heartfelt respect for love.
He never messed around with male/female or male/male relationships.
Before he met Chu Zhaoyi, he never thought he would like a man with the same body structure as himself, or even get aroused when he saw the same body structure.
Although he now realized that he liked Chu Zhaoyi, and Chu Zhaoyi also liked him.
But they weren’t officially together yet.
How could they do other things?
Gu Yusen decided to be a Liu Xiahui for once, going out to light a cigarette to calm down. The wrist where Chu Zhaoyi grabbed him was also terribly hot.
“I’m going out to smoke a cigarette, you go to sleep first,” Gu Yusen cleared his throat, trying to hide his abnormality.
“I want to smoke too,” Chu Zhaoyi blinked his eyes. He used to think Gu Yusen didn’t smoke, so he didn’t touch them much. Now that he found out Gu Yusen also smoked, he could have one too.
So, the situation evolved into the two of them squatting on the balcony in the living room, lighting cigarettes.
The cigarettes Gu Yusen bought were naturally excellent, but even the best ones would damage the body.
Mother Gu personally lit Chu Zhaoyi’s cigarette, putting the matter of quitting smoking together on the agenda.
Gu Yusen never thought he would have someone he liked in this life, and he never thought he could smoke with someone he liked.
Gu Yusen lit Chu Zhaoyi’s cigarette first, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lighting it for himself. When he looked up, he saw Chu Zhaoyi’s appearance.
He was undoubtedly beautiful. His exquisitely perfect appearance didn’t make him look feminine. If you ignored his dark eyes, he gave off a sense of aloofness.
He held a slender cigarette in his hand, which complemented his slender fingers, making him particularly eye-catching. The undeniable sense of aloofness and arrogance made him seem like an outsider, an observer of everything in the world.
But the burning cigarette in his hand brought a hint of worldliness and rebelliousness, and the lightly exhaled smoke blurred the boy’s face.
The boy’s face was delicate and exquisite, his features three-dimensional as if carved. Between his eyebrows, he revealed an unspeakable arrogance and indifference. His eyes, like cold stars, revealed endless indifference, but when he looked at himself, they carried a bit of starlight.
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