He leaned against the escalator, sending a message to “m” as if he were clocking in: [m, I ate too much tonight, I’m so full]

Knowing that “m” wouldn’t reply: [I can’t stand, I can’t sit]

Little Crab: [Little cat is a sinner JPG]

Unexpectedly, after a minute, he received a message from “m”.

m: [Why did you eat so much?]

Bian’er was excited, he suddenly stood up straight, pulling on his overloaded stomach. He hissed and quickly returned to his original position leaning against the escalator.

Little Crab: [I went to eat at a buffet with my roommates tonight]

Little Crab: [I always want to eat a little more]

m: [Do you have any digestive medication?]

Little Crab: [No]

“m” didn’t reply to Bian’er’s message immediately. After about two minutes, he sent a video.

m: [Abdominal massage for digestion, you can try doing it for ten minutes]

Bian’er clicked on the video and saw a doctor teaching gluttonous people who had eaten too much how to massage their abdomens to aid digestion.

Bian’er was a little full, but he didn’t want to move. After all, he would be able to digest it in another 20 minutes or so. During this time, he could still play on his phone.

Little Crab: [No need, I’ll be fine after a while]

“m” sent a rather cold message a minute later, [Little Crab, you’re not even willing to take good care of your body]

Bian’er: “…”

“m”‘s words were not exaggerated, it seemed like he was simply stating a fact, but Bian’er could sense a slight unease in “m”‘s message.

Bian’er wasn’t really unwilling to do abdominal massage exercises, he just wanted to play on his phone more. His description of his discomfort to “m” was slightly exaggerated.

Little Crab: [m, are you upset?]

Little Crab: [m, I’ll go do it now, okay?]

This was a trivial matter, Bian’er was very willing to accommodate Jiang Yuan, who had the hands that touched his soul.

m: [How can I be sure you did it?]

Bian’er: [Are you doubting my integrity?]

Little Crab: [Little kitty is wronged JPG]

m replied concisely: [You’re still chatting with me now]

Little Crab: [Can I record a video for you?]

m: [Okay]

Cheng Xu and Song Yongzhao were both playing on their phones in the dormitory. Bian’er thought for a moment and then went into the bathroom, supporting his stomach. They had a phone holder in the bathroom, and Bian’er turned on the camera. After thinking for a moment, he quickly took a quick shower, even though his stomach was still a little bloated. After changing into a pure white, loose-fitting T-shirt, Bian’er pulled the waistband of his gray sweatpants down a little.

He watched the instructional video “m” sent twice and learned all the movements. Bian’er licked his moist lips, turned on the front camera, and lifted his shirt.

Bian’er had a thin waist and flat stomach, but today, because he had eaten too much, his lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Perhaps because the novel from last night was still fresh in his memory, Bian’er stared at his slightly protruding abdomen in the camera and suddenly remembered the scene in the novel where the attacker, after finishing, stroked the receiver’s clearly protruding abdomen and whispered in his ear, “Baby, you really ate a lot.”

Damn, damn, damn!

Stop thinking about it, that’s not scientifically possible in erotic novels. If it really happened like that in reality, they would have been exhausted long ago.

Bian’er blushed and tried to suppress the lingering thoughts, placing his hands on his abdomen and massaging it in a clockwise circle, alternating hands. Then, he placed his hands on the belt meridian on the sides of his waist and pushed inwards with moderate force.

When he was learning the movements, Bian’er had discovered that this exercise was very effective for digesting food. After two minutes, his stomach wasn’t as bloated, and now, after doing it for five or six minutes in front of the camera, Bian’er could clearly feel the discomfort in his abdomen disappearing.

He persisted for another two minutes, feeling that his stomach was fine, and then ended the video recording.

He didn’t dare to send it directly like that. The phone’s position captured his flat chest. Bian’er used a video editing software to crop out the top half, only revealing a little bit of the white T-shirt tied in a knot. The T-shirt was tied below his chest, and below that was Bian’er’s slightly protruding abdomen.

Bian’er watched the video until the end. Massaging requires some force, and his skin is very prone to leaving marks. When he stopped, his abdomen was red in patches, as if someone had been playfully slapping him on the bed.

Bian’er, you’re really a custard filling.

Bian’er berated himself, feeling that he was truly a lecher seeing lechery.

m: [It’s been 18 minutes, haven’t you finished your digestive exercise yet?]

“m”‘s message flashed across the top of the phone.

Bian’er didn’t think any further, and quickly sent the video to “m”.

The “typing” indicator on the top of the phone stayed for a while before “m” sent a new message, expressing confusion: [Why did you lift your shirt to record the video?]

Little Crab: [Didn’t the doctor in the instructional video you sent me show his abdomen?]

m: [That was to let you see the specific acupoints and techniques clearly]

Little Crab: [I didn’t think much of it. I saw that the instructional video was recorded with the abdomen exposed, so I recorded it like that.]

m calmly sent a message: [I thought you were trying to seduce me again]

Heaven is my witness! Although he had sent “m” those kinds of photos to arouse his most primal desires, he didn’t have a single thought of seducing him tonight.

He thought the ending scene was a little bit spicy, but he thought it was because he was a lecher seeing lechery, after all, he was fair-skinned with a custard filling.

Could it be that he was actually a little bit spicy after all?

After questioning himself, Bian’er licked his dry lips and explained: [m, I didn’t intend to seduce you tonight, I just didn’t think much of it]

“m” coldly questioned: [Really?]

Bian’er: [Yes, yes, yes, of course, absolutely, 100%, if I had intentionally seduced you tonight, I’d be single for the rest of my life!!]

This vow is scary enough, right? It should add some innocence points back in “m”‘s heart.

“m” changed the subject: [I need to do an experiment now, I’m not chatting anymore]

Little Crab: [It’s already 9 pm, how late do you have to work?]

m: [Not sure]

Little Crab: [Then go ahead, I won’t disturb you]

m: [Hmm]

Later that night, Bian’er sent “m” a few messages to keep the conversation going, but “m” didn’t reply. He sent a good night message before going to bed, but he didn’t get a reply from “m”. When he woke up the next morning, he saw that the other party had replied with a good night half an hour after he sent the good night message.

Shocked.

He had been sending good morning, good afternoon, and good night messages for almost half a month, and finally, it wasn’t a one-sided monologue.

Bian’er had to work at the coffee shop today, so he had very little free time. He sent “m” a few brief messages, and “m” didn’t know if he didn’t want to reply or if he was also busy. Every time he sent a message, it would be a few hours before he would reply with two lines.

Monday and Tuesday were both busy, and his contact with “m” maintained the frequency of the weekend, where replies were not timely but always came.

On Wednesday night, Bian’er and Song Yongzhao went to the gym near the school.

As two gay men who cared about their figures, Song Yongzhao and Bian’er had bought gym memberships and would go to the gym to exercise from time to time. Huai University had a campus gym, but it had too few equipment. The two of them preferred the professional gyms outside the school.

Bian’er liked to admire men’s well-defined abs, but he was born with less muscle than normal men, and he didn’t exercise very often, so he didn’t have abs, only a six-pack.

After they changed clothes in the locker room, they started their weight training.

Bian’er didn’t like to train exaggerated, tight biceps and pecs, so he started with assisted pull-ups. This position can correct posture, making you stand tall and chest out. Then he trained his core, waist, abdomen, and buttocks. Finally, he went on the treadmill and walked briskly for half an hour.

He wasn’t drenched in sweat, but his cheeks were flushed from exertion, his breathing was rapid, and sweat occasionally dripped from his cheeks onto his collarbone.

Bian’er raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. Song Yongzhao was chatting with someone and wouldn’t be back to the dorm for a while.

He thought for a moment and took out his phone from his bag. He went to the corner where the floor-to-ceiling mirror was, pulled down the hem of his gray sweatpants, and lifted the hem of his black T-shirt. He didn’t exert his core, so he couldn’t see his two beautiful six-pack lines.

But in the photo, his thin white waist looked like it could be clasped by a single hand, and below that was a smooth hip line.

Bian’er added a grayish filter to the photo, reducing the clarity of his narrow waist and adding a hazy sense of exploration.

He cropped out the top part that showed his chest, and Bian’er sent the photo to “m”.

Little Crab: [Picture]

Little Crab: [I’m at the gym working out]

He shouldn’t have told “m” about the incident of overeating last week, it made him seem too indulgent. Tonight, he would be a disciplined little crab.

But…

Bian’er stared at the newly sent photo. Because of the filter, the photo had a kind of artistic beauty, but it wasn’t seductive enough.

Well, it’s better not to let “m” think he always likes to do spicy things.

After a few minutes, Bian’er received a reply from “m”.

m: [Are you really at the gym?]

Little Crab: [Of course I’m at the gym, why would I lie to you?]

Little Crab: [And I sent you a photo, you should be able to see the exercise equipment in the background]

m: [The photo could have been taken before]

Bian’er was a little angry, he pursed his lips and typed: [What do you need to believe me?]

He was really confused. When did he give “m” the impression that he couldn’t be easily trusted?

“m”‘s message came a while later, [Does the gym have a pen?]

Bian’er, confused, sent a message: [It should have one, right?]

m: [Go borrow a pen now, write “m” on your left waist, take a picture and send it to me]

Bian’er was stunned. To prove that he was indeed at the gym, he immediately went to the front desk to borrow a marker.

The pen was a signature pen, and the ink was much thicker than the neutral pen used for writing. Bian’er stealthily looked around and found a corner with few people.

Bian’er used his left hand. He was naturally very flexible, and it wasn’t difficult for him to write “m” on his left waist with his left hand.

He capped the marker and went to the corner where the floor-to-ceiling mirror was. He lifted the hem of his shirt, aimed at his left waist, took a picture, and sent it to “m”.

Little Crab: [Picture]