The room fell silent.

Zheng Xunqian said nothing, silently staring at Jing Tian’s face.

Jing Tian’s face was already red, and now he became even more restless, even his fingers clutching the blanket began to tremble slightly.

His heart was pounding incessantly, and under extreme nervousness, even his head began to feel dizzy, as if he were drunk again.

Zheng Xunqian’s gaze carried a strong sense of scrutiny, as if carefully analyzing his expression and subtle body language to determine whether his previous words were true or false.

Jing Tian’s psychological defenses quickly collapsed completely.

Just as he closed his eyes tightly, resigned to admit his mistake and seek forgiveness, Zheng Xunqian let out a shallow sigh.

“…Here we go again.”

Jing Tian squinted his left eye slightly, stealing a glance.

Zheng Xunqian shook his head speechlessly, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed.

Jing Tian quickly closed his eyes again.

His malfunctioning brain instantly came up with some out-of-place thoughts.

He really did like boys after all, otherwise why would he get so excited seeing Zheng Xunqian naked?

The sound of rustling fabric came from the bed, Zheng Xunqian was getting dressed.

Jing Tian swallowed hard again, thinking, this guy doesn’t seem to have any intention of avoiding suspicion. Then, isn’t it strange for me to act so unnaturally?

He sneakily opened his eyes again, only to meet Zheng Xunqian’s gaze head-on.

Jing Tian panicked and exclaimed, lifting his hand to cover his eyes.

“…What’s wrong with you?” Zheng Xunqian muttered softly.

“I’m sorry!” Jing Tian shouted, covering his eyes.

After shouting, he realized he was overreacting.

Zheng Xunqian had already put on his pants, only bare-chested, it’s not like there was anything boys couldn’t see.

As he lowered his hands, Zheng Xunqian sat back on the edge of the bed.

Jing Tian sneaked a glance at his dark jeans.

These jeans were soaked last night, and now they probably haven’t dried completely yet. It must be uncomfortable wearing them like this.

He worried silently but dared not ask, fearing that Zheng Xunqian might notice his slip-up.

Zheng Xunqian seemed not to intend to delve into his fragmented memory of last night’s drinking. He turned to look at him and asked, “Are you hungry?”

Jing Tian rolled up the blanket again, lowering his head. “Um, I’m… okay.”

“What do you want to eat?” Zheng Xunqian asked again. “I’ll go buy it.”

“It’s okay, I’ll manage later on my own…”

Before Jing Tian could finish, he was interrupted.

“Rest a little longer,” Zheng Xunqian said, “You were barely able to stand at the end of last night. You probably won’t recover so quickly.”

“You really don’t remember anything?” Zheng Xunqian asked again.

Jing Tian tensed up, not daring to respond.

With a helpless expression, Zheng Xunqian stood up, raised his hand, and lightly tapped Jing Tian’s forehead.

Jing Tian shrunk his neck, his heart pounding.

“Do you have a reset button back there?” Zheng Xunqian said, “I’ll have to be careful to avoid it next time.”

“W-w-w-what next time!” Jing Tian stuttered in fear.

Zheng Xunqian didn’t answer that question, he put on his shirt and left the room.

After he left, Jing Tian did something very sneaky.

After wailing under the blanket for half a minute, he bravely got out of bed, struggled to dress with his uncomfortable body, and then sneaked out.

Just as he left the hotel, his phone rang abruptly.

He picked it up and saw the big words “Zheng Xunqian” on the screen, almost scaring him out of his wits.

After a moment of hesitation, he shook his hand and pressed the mute button, then disregarding his body’s protests, he quickened his pace.

Half a minute later, his phone vibrated again.

Zheng Xunqian sent a photo, asking him which flavor of rice ball he wanted.

Ignoring it any longer would be rude.

Jing Tian forced himself to compose a message.

—”No need! Thanks! I suddenly remembered I have something urgent to deal with! Going back to school now! Goodbye!”

After sending it, he quickly turned off the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

The system reminded him that he had several unread messages from others, but he didn’t open them.

About two or three minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

Jing Tian struggled between looking and not looking all the way until he walked into the school gate. Finally, he gathered the courage to open the chat window.

Then he found that because of his extreme anxiety, there were two obvious typos in the message he had just sent.

But that didn’t matter anymore.

The new message was indeed from Zheng Xunqian, only five simple words, accompanied by a punctuation mark oozing with a cold aura.

— Start chaos, end in abandonment.

Jing Tian’s head buzzed, but he didn’t reply.

When he reached the downstairs of the dormitory, he remembered to take a look at the other messages.

Chu Chen Tao had sent him several messages last night, asking how he was doing and what he was up to.

Calculating the time, he was indeed in the middle of something passionate with Zheng Xunqian.

Yang Yue had also sent messages, asking similar questions, but the tone was completely different.

Not only last night, just over two hours ago, Yang Yue had texted him to boast, saying that he had secretly helped Jing Tian sign in during class attendance, and the teacher didn’t notice.

Jing Tian didn’t reply to any of them because he had already reached the entrance of the dormitory.

As soon as he entered, Yang Yue, who was sitting at the desk, immediately looked up. “You finally came back!”

Jing Tian smiled awkwardly at him. “Sorry, I just saw your message.”

Yang Yue, who had originally been smiling, quickly realized something was wrong after seeing his expression. “What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing,” Jing Tian walked to the cabinet, “I’m going to take a shower.”

On his way back just now, he could clearly feel an unnatural stickiness between his legs.

He had a general impression of what had happened last night.

But after all, he was very drunk at the time, and many details were fuzzy.

He remembered that both of them had cleaned up after the first time.

But after that, they quickly had a second time.

And then, it was like they just wiped it off with tissues.

On the way back, the things that still lingered in his body gradually slid out with his steps, making him very uncomfortable and embarrassed.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Yang Yue was still sitting in the same position.

Their eyes met, and Yang Yue hesitated to speak.

Jing Tian forced a smile at him.

“Something is up with you,” Yang Yue frowned, “I think…”

“What did you think?” Jing Tian asked.

“You didn’t come back all night, and you didn’t even reply to my messages,” Yang Yue said, “What else could I think?”

That was not wrong.

Jing Tian frowned, walked to the position next to Yang Yue, and sat down.

As soon as his butt touched the chair, he immediately felt uncomfortable, so he carefully adjusted his posture.

But even after adjusting, he still felt strange, so he had to change his center of gravity.

After struggling for a while, he still couldn’t get comfortable, and Yang Yue’s eyes on him gradually became deeper.

Jing Tian’s face turned red, and he stood up, holding onto the back of the chair.

“You… it’s pretty obvious,” Yang Yue said.

Jing Tian had a mournful look. “I did something really bad.”

Yang Yue glanced at his butt. “How bad is it?”

Jing Tian thought of the five words Zheng Xunqian had just sent.

Start chaos, end in abandonment.

“Did you two sleep together again?” Yang Yue asked.

That was too direct, and Jing Tian’s face immediately turned half red.

When he was taking a shower just now, he had seriously thought about it.

There was no need to hide this from Yang Yue. First, he probably wouldn’t be able to hide it, and second, he really needed someone to talk to.

“Feeling terrible?” Yang Yue began to guess randomly, “Did he make you uncomfortable? You don’t like him?”

Jing Tian couldn’t answer, especially the last question.

He didn’t even want to think about the answer.

Seeing him remain silent, his expression becoming increasingly conflicted, Yang Yue grew anxious. “What’s wrong? Did he force you?”

Standing up, he grabbed a cushion and placed it on the chair. “Sit down first and tell me slowly. Did he do something… really inappropriate?”

“It’s not him,” Jing Tian stiffly took a seat. “It’s me… I did something wrong.”

Yang Yue furrowed his brow. “What did you do?”

“I told him I don’t remember what happened last night.”

“…Huh?”

“In fact… I do remember…” Jing Tian wiped his face. “I just didn’t want to admit it, didn’t know how to face it.”

Yang Yue stayed silent for a while.

“Is it really that bad?” Jing Tian wailed.

“Um…” Yang Yue was at a loss, thought for a moment, and said, “It’s not necessarily so. As long as it happened with both your consent, it’s not good to force yourself to handle it afterwards. Unless you promised something before doing it, did you?”

Jing Tian immediately shook his head.

“Then it’s not that bad,” Yang Yue said. “You just wish it didn’t happen, right?”

Jing Tian lowered his hands, hesitated for a moment, and nodded. “Seems like it.”

“Do you really not have any feelings for him?” Yang Yue asked.

“I can’t say,” Jing Tian said. “I… I’m a bit scared of him.”

Since their first meeting, he had harbored an almost instinctive unease toward Zheng Xunqian. It wasn’t aversion or dislike, but a strange emotion close to panic yet different.

The feelings from last night weren’t terrible, and he now realized what his past self felt toward Zheng Xunqian.

Continuing naturally like this seemed fine, but deep down, another voice kept reminding him not to.

“Is he very fierce?” Yang Yue couldn’t understand. “Isn’t he?”

“I seem to… remember some things,” Jing Tian said. “I didn’t get along with him well before.”

“I’ve told you this before, you were always picking on him, always looking at him like you hated him,” Yang Yue said. “But you’ve been together a lot recently, so your relationship should be pretty good, right?”

“It’s not… not like that,” Jing Tian shook his head. “I can’t say.”

When he woke up and saw Zheng Xunqian’s sleeping face so close, besides familiarity, there were some very unfamiliar emotions.

It was very similar to the sudden sadness that had struck him when he was drunk last night.

“It’s like my subconscious was telling me, ‘Run away.'”

Yang Yue blinked, looking at him somewhat worriedly.

“And then I ran away secretly,” Jing Tian said softly.

Yang Yue scratched his head. “Could it be something that happened before? Did this person do something to upset you? Is that why you’re so hostile toward him?”

Jing Tian shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Yang Yue frowned, feeling guilty. “I shouldn’t have called him over yesterday.”

“It’s not your fault!” Jing Tian hurriedly said, “Everything was a mess yesterday, blame me for being stupid and making random phone calls. I won’t drink so much in the future.”

“Think carefully, you do bear some responsibility,” Yang Yue pursed his lips, “You must have had something with him in the past. If I had known earlier, how could I have matched you two?”

Jing Tian lowered his head guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

“Ah,” Yang Yue sighed. “Not to blame you, but you really lack a bit of judgment when it comes to men. None of them seem quite right.”

Jing Tian felt wronged, but dared not refute.

“Don’t think too much about it,” Yang Yue comforted him. “Anyway, what’s done is done. The one surnamed Zheng won’t suffer, you don’t owe him anything.”

Jing Tian sighed inwardly. Two days ago, Yang Yue was speaking up for Zheng Xunqian, but now, knowing there might have been some unpleasantness between them, he immediately changed his tune to “the one surnamed Zheng.”

He subconsciously wanted to explain for Zheng Xunqian, but the words stopped at his lips and he swallowed them back.

There’s really no fun in love, friends are better.

Yang Yue would always consider him, and he didn’t want Yang Yue to feel neglected again.

Anyway, they both didn’t have partners, so playing together was still fun.