The eight-treasure porridge was sweet and sticky, melting in his mouth. The warm porridge slid into his empty stomach, and Chu Tao finally felt a bit satisfied.

After the meal, Jiang She went to wash the dishes while Chu Tao boiled some hot water.

Jiang She took out some bottled water from the fridge, mixed it with a little, and gave Chu Tao two large bowls to drink.

After replenishing fluids and eating, Chu Tao regained some strength.

“Shall we go back to school?”

Chu Tao stood up, leaning on the table. His temples throbbed slightly, but it wasn’t as bad as when he had first left the house in the morning.

Seeing that Chu Tao still didn’t look quite well, Jiang She felt a little guilty: “How about you don’t go? Just rest at my place.”

Chu Tao shook his head: “I can’t do that, I can’t skip a whole day of school.”

Since he was little, he had almost never been late, let alone skipped a whole day of class.

“Anyway, it’s just general review right now. Missing a day won’t affect your grades, and there’s always a first time for everything. Plus, if you went, the lecture wouldn’t help much either.”

For Jiang She, skipping class was no big deal.

Chu Tao asked again: “What about you? Are you going?”

Jiang She paused.

Logically speaking, since Chu Tao was already feeling better, he should go back to school as well.

But he didn’t want to leave him.

On such a rare, sunny afternoon, while every other high school student in China was studying, they didn’t have to. The thought of it was so satisfying.

“I’ll see. I’ll stay with you for a bit.”

Chu Tao furrowed his brow and gently pushed him: “You should go. You really can’t afford to waste any time. What if today’s lesson is on something that will be on the college entrance exam?”

Jiang She held Chu Tao’s hand tightly: “I already know everything being taught today. If it gets really bad, isn’t there still Teacher Chu to help me?”

Chu Tao was a bit helpless. He felt that skipping class with Jiang She felt a bit too extreme.

Jiang She, however, naturally tugged him and led him to the big bed in the bedroom: “Sleep a bit more, and go out once you’re fully recovered. If you go out now and catch a breeze, you might end up with a headache again.”

Chu Tao glanced up, noticing that the pocket pussy on the nightstand was gone.

He couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to that?”

Jiang She looked confused and raised an eyebrow: “What?”

Chu Tao stared at him for a moment, cleared his throat, and tilted his chin: “The one you left on the nightstand.”

Jiang She licked his lips and chuckled: “Do you want the truth or a lie?”

Chu Tao was stunned: “Of course, the truth.”

“That thing doesn’t satisfy me now. When I use it, I can’t imagine your face. Your skin is probably a few shades lighter than that, right?”

Chu Tao felt suffocated, constantly thinking he was just asking for trouble.

He seriously lowered his eyes, casually saying “oh” as he walked to the bed, sat down, and pressed on the soft blanket.

“Is there anything else you want to ask?” Jiang She followed him, standing between Chu Tao’s legs, looking down at him from above.

Chu Tao lifted his head, his peach blossom eyes moist, with the bloodshot veins now gone, leaving them clear and defined.

“What to ask?”

“How do I deal with it if I don’t use that?” Jiang She intentionally provoked him with the topic.

Chu Tao wasn’t foolish. Upon hearing that, he looked away, moved closer to the bed, and lay down on the edge, “I don’t want to know.”

Jiang She curled his lips, muttering, “Heartless. Move in a bit more. Don’t just stay on the edge. My bed isn’t small.”

Although Chu Tao had been to Jiang She’s house many times, most of the time he was there for extra lessons, spending little time in the living room, just lounging on the sofa for a while.

He had never touched Jiang She’s bed.

A bed was a very personal thing. For instance, he didn’t like others touching his own bed, especially while wearing outside clothes.

Chu Tao propped his head on the pillow and shook it: “No, I’m wearing my outside clothes. It’s dirty.”

Jiang She scoffed, “I don’t mind.”

“Still, no. It’s my habit.” Chu Tao only allowed a little proximity, quickly pulling away as soon as he turned.

Jiang She watched him for a while, then teasingly said, “If it’s no good with your clothes on, then take them off.”

Chu Tao’s muscles tightened slightly, blinking his eyes.

He still wore a short-sleeved summer school uniform on top, but below that, apart from his school pants, there was nothing left.

He could take off the uniform jacket, but what about below? He couldn’t possibly sleep on Jiang She’s bed wearing just his underwear.

Chu Tao closed his eyes and buried half his face in the blanket, muttering, “No need.”

“Tsk.” Jiang She stared at him for a few seconds, seeing Chu Tao wasn’t moving, so he bent over and enclosed him in his arms, “If you won’t undress, I’ll help you.”

Chu Tao was startled, immediately opening his eyes and gripping his zipper, “Jiang She!”

But his strength was no match for Jiang She’s, especially after just recovering from a fever. Jiang She hadn’t used suppressants, and his pheromones were already affecting Chu Tao.

Before Chu Tao could resist much, Jiang She grabbed his wrists, lifted his arms, and tore open the zipper.

The loose school uniform jacket fell on the bed, the oversized short sleeves rolled up in the struggle, exposing a small part of his white, toned abs.

Chu Tao, feeling weak, was rolled on the bed by Jiang She twice, and his jacket was removed. Seeing that the jacket couldn’t be saved, Chu Tao immediately grabbed his pants leg, curling into a ball.

Jiang She was both amused and helpless. He tugged at the hem of the shirt, covering his exposed waist, “I won’t do anything, I’ll let you sleep. Hurry up.”

Half coaxing, half forceful, Jiang She pulled Chu Tao’s hand away and removed his uniform pants.

At that moment, it would be a lie to say he had no ulterior motives.

Chu Tao’s body was pale, not short, slender, with long legs, well-proportioned muscles, not weak but graceful.

Jiang She gripped his ankle, his Adam’s apple involuntarily rolling, his hand tightening.

The short-sleeved uniform hung loosely, perfectly covering his thighs, with glimpses of his beauty barely hidden. If Jiang She were more animalistic, he wouldn’t have stopped at this point.

This day really was torturing him.

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Chu Tao was exhausted from Jiang She’s teasing. He angrily raised his leg and kicked Jiang She, though he didn’t have much strength. Still, it made Jiang She take two steps back and let go.

Chu Tao swiftly rolled and dove into the blanket, wrapping himself tightly.

A thin layer of red tinted his fair face. The usually strong and dominant Chu Tao, who had never undressed in front of others, felt a bit embarrassed.

“Jiang She, wait until I regain my strength,” Chu Tao mumbled from under the blanket, his voice muffled.

Jiang She watched Chu Tao’s pale legs disappear from his view and felt a bit regretful.

But it was Chu Tao who was sick after all.

Jiang She smiled, pulling at the corner of the blanket. “What do you plan to do once you regain your strength? Strip me? You don’t need to wait, we can do that now.”

Chu Tao struggled to breathe under the blanket and finally stuck his mouth out, grumbling, “Jiang She, has anyone ever told you that you have thick skin?”

Jiang She casually lay down on the bed, his weight pressing down and making the soft mattress bounce.

“You’re so reserved. If I didn’t have thick skin, we’d both be joining a monastery together.”

Chu Tao retorted, “That could work. Nowadays, the Qingquan Temple in the capital only accepts people with a bachelor’s degree to join. You’d be sweeping the floors and telling fortunes, eating vegetarian meals, reciting Buddhist scriptures, living in a small meditation room. No work pressure, and you could still earn a good salary.”

Jiang She reached out and pulled both Chu Tao and the blanket into his arms.

“I’m so rich, how about this? You be the monk, and I’ll be the benefactor. I’ll take care of you, only you. During the day, you can go out and tell fortunes, wearing a robe and a shaved head, acting all serious like a master. At night, I’ll lock you in the meditation room and make you chant the ‘Seductive Sutra.'”

Chu Tao was firmly held by Jiang She, the blanket like a rope trapping him, unable to move.

The blanket had a faint scent of Jiang She’s pheromones—soft, yet rich and soothing, calming him down.

Chu Tao’s face was very close to Jiang She’s, only two fists away. He could clearly see each of Jiang She’s eyelashes and a faint mole on the inner corner of his double eyelid.

“Stop talking nonsense. Don’t you know what it means to have reverence for the divine?”

Jiang She only grew more amused as he thought about it, and couldn’t resist pecking Chu Tao’s lips.

“A good student is just a good student, always thinking of new ways to play. I can’t come up with such a creative play.”

Chu Tao, furious, squirmed, wanting to shake off Jiang She’s hand. “Who’s thinking of that? It was obviously you!”

He had only casually mentioned the career prospects of joining the monastery, and Jiang She twisted it into some costume play scenario.

Jiang She rubbed Chu Tao’s back through the blanket. “If you keep squirming, you won’t even get to graduate before joining the monastery.”

“I’m not joining a monastery!” Chu Tao stretched his neck to bite Jiang She’s fingers.

His teeth were sharp, and his tongue soft, but he didn’t exert much force.

“Chu Tao, do you always act like this during your sensitive periods?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Chu Tao, like a little dog, bit and nibbled without using much force. His emotions were unusually sensitive, easily ignited.

Jiang She thought to himself, a few more times like this wouldn’t be too bad.