Chapter 30 (1/2)

Chapter 30 (NSFW)

Edited by: Planetes

“Change, I’ll definitely change.” Song Yuanxun’s reply came very quickly, making Fang Zhaomu doubt if he even knew where he needed to start changing from.

However, Fang Zhaomu was a little tired thinking about all these, and was just in a fit of anger, and so was exhausted. “Song Yuanxun, I want to take a nap.”

Without any signals from Fang Zhaomu, it seemed like Song Yuanxun did not dare to do anything. He stiffly grasped Fang Zhaomu’s palm, “Alright, go to sleep.”

Fang Zhaomu leaned against Song Yuanxun, his leg across Song Yuanxun’s body, his face next to Song Yuanxun’s arm. Reaching out, he poked at Song Yuanxun’s abdomen, feeling that the muscles there were quite firm. With his eyes closed, he asked casually, “Your photos on the app are all fake?”

“Mn.” Song Yuanxun placed his hand on the back of Fang Zhaomu’s hand.

“Where did you find them?” Fang Zhaomu asked. “Are there any more?”

Song Yuanxun’s reaction was much bigger than what Fang Zhaomu had expected. Vigilant, he clasped his hand around Fang Zhaomu’s wrist. “Why?”

“Just asking.” Fang Zhaomu tried to pull his hand away.

Song Yuanxun did not let go. “There’s no other photos.”

Fang Zhaomu found Song Yuanxun’s feigned casualness very funny, and purposely said, “I don’t believe you, I’ll do a google search tomorrow.”

“You can’t.” Song Yuanxun groped around on the bedside, switching on the lights of the guest room.

Fang Zhaomu was no longer sleepy. Song Yuanxun drew closer, holding Fang Zhaomu down and repeating, “You can’t.”

“Why can’t I?” Fang Zhaomu shifted to the side. He placed his hands on Song Yuanxun’s shoulders, wanting to push him away a little. He put in some force, but Song Yuanxun did not move, and so Fang Zhaomu gave in. “Forget it then.”

Song Yuanxun lowered his head a little, looking at Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu was a little scared of Song Yuanxun when he was like this. Song Yuanxun’s eyes were very scary. When he looked at him, in his eyes, there were undisguised feelings of invasion, possession, aggression and… infatuation.

Fang Zhaomu did not want to continue watching, and so shut his eyes. Song Yuanxun however took advantage of that and kissed him.

Song Yuanxun’s kiss was even more forceful than before, crushing Fang Zhaomu’s lips, prying his teeth apart, sucking on his tongue. Something hard was pressing against Fang Zhaomu’s belly, causing his belly to be dented slightly. Even through a pair of trousers and a sleeping robe, Fang Zhaomu could still feel its heat and size.

Song Yuanxun’s kisses left Fang Zhaomu out of breath. He shoved at Song Yuanxun, and Song Yuanxun finally pulled back a little, continue watching Fang Zhaomu silently.

“Song Yuanxun…” Fang Zhaomu said. “I’m having a cold. You still said you would change?”

Song Yuanxun kissed him on the cheek and let go. “I won’t do anything.”

Song Yuanxun sat up, caressing the back of Fang Zhaomu’s hand preciously. He then stroked Fang Zhaomu’s face, and straightened up Fang Zhaomu’s sleeping robe. “You should sleep.”

He again reached out to touch Fang Zhaomu’s hand.

Fang Zhaomu could neither laugh nor cry. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

Song Yuanxun’s phone suddenly vibrated. Fang Zhaomu glanced at it, the caller seemed to have the last name Zhao. Song Yuanxun took his phone and rejected the call straight away.

Fang Zhaomu was still looking at him, so he told him, “Sleep.”

His phone rang again, and Song Yuanxun walked out of the room with it.

When Fang Zhaomu woke up after his short nap, he found himself with a slight fever. Going downstairs to inform Song Yuanxun, Song Yuanxun found a thermometer and checked his temperature, thirty-eight degrees celsius. Fang Zhaomu felt it was still okay, but despite looking emotionless, Song Yuanxun was actually a little anxious.

In the blizzard, it was very difficult for a doctor to come, and he ended up having a half-hour phone conversation with the doctor. Fang Zhaomu was listening by the side, and the more he heard, the more he was amused.

When Song Yuanxun hung up, he gave some medicine to Fang Zhaomu and watched him eat some porridge before taking the medicine.

Fang Zhaomu’s illness was not serious, and his fever receded in the evening. Song Yuanxun was very particular, and would check his temperature every few hours, saying that the fever might come back. Having just fallen asleep, Fang Zhaomu was awoken by him. It happened over and over again, and he finally could not take it, deciding to chase Song Yuanxun out. In the end, he was held down by Song Yuanxun and kissed a few times, and Song Yuanxun told him that he could pass him the cold back.

Fang Zhaomu’s fever did not come back. As for Song Yuanxun, no matter how much he wished, the extreme weather was soon over.

Classes had been stopped for three days. Fang Zhaomu had also stayed at Song Yuanxun’s place till Wednesday, and then went back to his own place.

There was less than two months before Fang Zhaomu was returning home. Fang Zhaomu did not have many things to settle in the lab, and so he did not have much interactions with Song Yuanxun daily.

Fang Zhaomu was constantly prompted by Song Yuanxun to go back to using his phone. Song Yuanxun had known Fang Zhaomu for more than a semester, and with his wavering status in Fang Zhaomu’s heart, he finally managed to get Fang Zhaomu’s personal contact details.

The Thursday after a week of blizzard, a new apparatus was delivered to the lab. The professor called all the lab students for a meeting.

Song Yuanxun went to pick Fang Zhaomu up, and the two of them were delayed in the car for a while. They were the last ones to arrive at the meeting.