GBROTAH CH40

Shen Bianye watched the person sprawled asleep on the table, his face sinking. He reached out and pushed him. “Wake up.”

He clearly couldn’t hold his liquor, yet he wouldn’t beg or act cute.

He was a very principled person and wouldn’t force anyone to drink.

Xie Yuanxing didn’t wake up; his body didn’t even budge. Shen Bianye reached out and squeezed the round ears, scoffing, “I should just leave you here to teach you a lesson.”

He remembered how Xie Yuanxing had dodged so much he almost leaned on someone else when he had wanted to pinch those ears before. Now that Xie Yuanxing was asleep, he rubbed them fiercely, as if taking out his frustration.

The nearby waiter watched the man’s push, which was as light as a caress, and was momentarily silent.

Such a light touch paired with a fierce tone usually meant the voice would wake the person up first.

The waiter finished settling the bill and politely returned Shen Bianye’s phone, asking, “Do you need us to help him back?”

Shen Bianye: “No need, the driver will be here soon.”

He leaned down and scooped the person up, carrying him horizontally. Feeling the light weight in his arms, he clicked his tongue, “What a hassle.”

He ate so much but never gained weight, and now that he’d drunk, he was troublesome enough to need carrying.

But with Xie Yuanxing resting against his shoulder in his bear hat, he was actually… quite well-behaved.

The driver, who had just arrived at the entrance, quickly opened the car door when he saw Shen Bianye. Shen Bianye placed the person inside and then sat in the back seat himself.

Shen Bianye held Xie Yuanxing with one hand and took out his phone with the other to message the second oldest in the next dorm: “Tell Shi Tingting that Xie Yuanxing is drunk and I’ve taken him back.

“No need to look for him later, I’ve already paid the bill.”

Second Oldest: “Okay, Brother Shen.”

As he put away his phone, Fang Zhi casually asked, “What’s wrong?”

Second Oldest: “Brother Shen and Xie Yuanxing went back to the dorm first. He told me to let you know.”

“So you don’t worry if you can’t find them later.”

Fang Zhi looked thoughtful: “Did the two of them go back together?”

The second oldest didn’t think much of it and nodded, “Xie Yuanxing was drunk. Brother Shen is in the same dorm as him, so of course he had to take him back.”

“Alright, enough about that, let’s keep playing.”

Fang Zhi mumbled a perfunctory “Mhm,” “Coming right over.”

He walked slowly behind, feeling that something was very strange, something he couldn’t quite figure out.

The lively atmosphere on the lawn continued there, while the Maybach had already driven far away.

The car drove smoothly, but Xie Yuanxing still woke up.

He rubbed his eyes. Physiological tears made his eyelashes clump together, wet and glistening. His eyes were moist, staring intently at Shen Bianye.

For some reason, Shen Bianye felt his throat go dry from the stare. “What is it?”

Xie Yuanxing didn’t speak. He reached out and touched the seat beneath him, then slowly uttered a single word, “Car.”

Shen Bianye’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He suppressed the urge to touch his face and asked, “What’s wrong with the car?”

Xie Yuanxing seemed to be attracted by his voice, staring blankly at him, then slowly said, “Fifty yuan.”

Shen Bianye: ?

What car, what fifty yuan?

Shen Bianye: “You want to buy my car for fifty yuan?”

He raised an eyebrow, not hesitating at all: “Alright, I’ll sell it to you.”

“Give me fifty yuan, and the car’s yours.”

Shen Bianye extended his hand, his well-defined knuckles beckoning in front of Xie Yuanxing. “Transfer or cash?”

Xie Yuanxing tilted his head slightly, his dark, moist eyes filled with displeasure. “How can you ask me for money?”

“I get it, you want to raise it to a hundred yuan.”

Shen Bianye’s temple twitched. He thought, What is this all about? But he also realized that Xie Yuanxing was awake, but not quite sober.

“Little drunkard, if you cause any more trouble, I’ll throw you out.”

Xie Yuanxing frowned, his voice unhappy and trembling, “You wouldn’t dare!”

Shen Bianye was yelled at, but instead, he smiled. “You’re still able to throw a tantrum when you’re drunk. Good, better than when you’re sober.”

Xie Yuanxing, however, reached out to him. “Give it back to me, fifty yuan.”

His eyes were round and bright, and he spoke each word distinctly, seemingly with great force, but because he was drunk, even when he tried to maintain a facade, his slurred speech sounded no different from petulance.

Shen Bianye slapped his hand, palm to palm, making a crisp sound. “No, and even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you.”

Xie Yuanxing stared at him for a long time, then turned his head away. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Breaking up?”

“Are you a child? Still playing ‘breaking up’,” Shen Bianye scoffed, “Then break up, break up.”

Xie Yuanxing propped his head up, tilting little by little with the car’s movement, his expression so displeased he looked like he could hang an oil lamp from his mouth.

Shen Bianye tilted his head to look at him: “Why aren’t you talking?”

No response.

Shen Bianye frowned, then said again, “Speak, Xie Yuanxing.”

Still no response.

Shen Bianye: “You reached out and asked me for fifty yuan, and you’re mad when I don’t give it to you? What’s our relationship? Why should I give you money?”

Still no response.

The car was quiet, like a monologue.

The driver in the front, listening, suddenly recalled something from a few months ago and awkwardly said, “Little President Shen, the fifty yuan he’s talking about might be from last time he took the car, you told me to charge, and I charged fifty yuan.”

Shen Bianye turned to look at Xie Yuanxing, utterly bewildered. “You’re holding a grudge over something like that until now?”

Xie Yuanxing silently turned his head in the other direction, clearly indicating he didn’t want to talk to him.

Shen Bianye clicked his tongue, took out his phone, transferred fifty yuan to him, and then pressed the successful transfer screen against Xie Yuanxing’s face. “I’ve paid you back.”

“No breaking up.”

Xie Yuanxing pursed his lips and smiled, his voice soft: “I wasn’t going to break up with you.”

Shen Bianye hummed a laugh, thinking it wasn’t bad to spend fifty yuan to see a face change, and…

Xie Yuanxing had never brought this up before, but now he had. It must be because he was drunk and more honest. Could he use this opportunity to ask about something?

Shen Bianye carried the drunkard out of the car and back to the dorm. The process was a bit difficult; Xie Yuanxing was drunk and unsteady on his feet, swaying and nearly falling several times.

He wanted to just carry the person the whole way, but Xie Yuanxing started kicking his legs, not staying still for even a minute.

Tsk, now he’s making a fuss, but when he was angry and wanted to break up, he was quiet and didn’t say a word.

Finally, they reached the dorm. After the door opened, the dizzy drunkard sat down. Shen Bianye was about to sit down himself when he was called.

“So thirsty.” Xie Yuanxing reached out a finger, his chin slightly raised. “You, pour me some water.”

His eyes were moist and glistening, his face flushed with the blush of alcohol, adorned with a dark tear mole. He was prim and beautiful, like a cat with a curled tail, directing its litter cleaner.

Shen Bianye glanced at him, not bothering to argue with the drunkard. He went and got a cup of water, placing it in front of Xie Yuanxing. “I want to ask you something.”

Xie Yuanxing held the cup, taking small sips, and nodded, “You ask.”

Shen Bianye hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, “Why don’t you let me call you Xingxing?”

This matter had bothered him for a long time; the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t understand.

If X and Xie Yuanxing were in a romantic relationship and X could call him that, it would be normal. But Shi Tingting and Xie Yuanxing had only known each other for a few days, and he and Xie Yuanxing had known each other since the beginning of the semester.

He couldn’t ask last time under the guise of X, and if he missed this chance, he didn’t know when he would be able to figure it out.

Asking would make it seem like he cared a lot, but not asking would leave him unsettled.

Shen Bianye wanted to know, but at the same time, he began to hope that Xie Yuanxing would have a blackout when he woke up the next day from being drunk.

Xie Yuanxing blinked. “Xingxing is only for close people and friends to call.”

Shen Bianye gnashed his teeth, “I’m not a friend?”

Xie Yuanxing stared at him upon hearing this, as if trying to identify who he was.

After a long time, he slowly said, “You speak annoyingly, you’re not.”

Shen Bianye: ……

He gritted his teeth, both angry and anxious: “You don’t like those words, I haven’t said them for a long time, right?”

“Saying you’re seductive, saying you’re an Omega, saying your pheromones are inferior, can you just let it be that I was dizzy during my susceptible period?”

Xie Yuanxing shook his head, the round ears on his head also turning, looking obedient and sweet, but when he spoke, he said, “No.”

“I hold grudges.” He even nodded very seriously to emphasize his point.

Then he turned around, fumbled around in the desk drawer, pulled out a notebook, opened it, and read from it, “You called me delicate seven times, troublesome thirteen times, stupid sixteen times, ten.”

“Xie Yuanxing!” Shen Bianye was shocked, astonished and annoyed, and subtly a little embarrassed. “You even write this stuff down in a notebook?!”

“What kind of dark, evil mind do you have?!”

Xie Yuanxing silently held out his palm: “Five times dark.”

Shen Bianye laughed in exasperation, and with a smack, he slapped his hand away. “Don’t write that down!”

He didn’t use much force, yet Xie Yuanxing sat there pouting, rubbing his hand. Shen Bianye then felt a little unsure of the force he had used. “Did it hurt?”

“So…” delicate.

Before the word “delicate” could even leave his lips, Xie Yuanxing had already gotten up to grab a pen. “You hit me, I need to write that down.”

Shen Bianye: …….

He was defeated.

Using his height advantage, he reached over Xie Yuanxing’s head to snatch the damn notebook. The moment his hand touched it, Xie Yuanxing quickly pressed it down.

Xie Yuanxing: “What are you doing?”

Shen Bianye gnashed his teeth: “Let go, I’ll throw away this wretched notebook for you.”

The little bear ears on Xie Yuanxing’s head shook like a rattle drum, “Can’t throw it away, I’ll get revenge later.”

Revenge?

Shen Bianye looked at him deeply, then after a moment, he scoffed and let go. He wanted to see how Xie Yuanxing would get revenge on him later.

Those unpleasant words like “seductive” and “pretending to be an Omega” he shouldn’t have said.

But what about “delicate” and “stupid,” were those also insults?

Petty.

He thought Xie Yuanxing was slowly becoming less gloomy, but he was still a gloomy mushroom hiding in a corner, secretly holding a little notebook to record grudges.

How old was he? Still keeping a grudge notebook, so childish.

Xie Yuanxing watched him warily, then quickly put his notebook away. His hurried movement to put things away caused him to bump sharply into the edge of the nearby wardrobe with a thump.

“Ow.”

Tears immediately flowed down, pat-pat-pat, like broken pearls.

Shen Bianye quickly walked over, saying, “So clumsy, you can even bump into that.”

He wanted to reach out and touch where he hit, but Xie Yuanxing, clutching his forehead, dodged backward, his eyes watery: “Don’t hit me.”

Shen Bianye’s movement stiffened, then amidst Xie Yuanxing’s flinching and dodging, his hand gently landed on Xie Yuanxing’s forehead.

“Baby,” he called.

Xie Yuanxing’s reaction to the pain was completely different from his reaction when he said he’d record being hit on the hand.

Saying “don’t hit me” with tearful eyes made Shen Bianye’s heart ache and soften with pity.

He reached out and pulled Xie Yuanxing into his embrace. “It’s my fault, okay?”

“I shouldn’t have fought you for the notebook, baby wouldn’t have bumped your head then.”

Xie Yuanxing came to his senses, as if realizing the person in front of him wasn’t the fierce aunts and uncles. He couldn’t help but wag his tail again. “It’s good you know you were wrong.”

Shen Bianye: …….

He endured it.

He coaxed the person to brush his teeth and wash his face, then stood by Xie Yuanxing’s bed, watching him lie down. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Xie Yuanxing scoot towards the corner and pat the bed. “Come sleep.”

Shen Bianye froze. “What did you say?”

Xie Yuanxing: “It’s cold, will you warm up the bed for me?”

Shen Bianye subconsciously turned his head to look at the air conditioner hanging on the wall, which he had forgotten to turn on. Then he turned back to look at the small empty space on Xie Yuanxing’s bed.

Xie Yuanxing wanted him to sleep together.

Xie Yuanxing was already so pitiful… it wouldn’t hurt to sleep with him for one night…

No, no, no, it wasn’t sleeping together, it was warming the bed for Xie Yuanxing.

He was an Alpha, healthy, hot-tempered, and had a high body temperature, perfect for warming a bed.

Mainly, Xie Yuanxing was pitiful; this could only be considered helping others.

Yes, helping others.

Shen Bianye quickly washed up and got into bed. As he passed his desk, he brushed his hand, sweeping a small, rectangular object into the drawer.

The narrow single bed was crowded with two people. They couldn’t even create a little distance, only shoulder to shoulder, leg touching leg.

Xie Yuanxing didn’t pull away; instead, he leaned closer to Shen Bianye. “You’re so warm.”

He rubbed his face against Shen Bianye’s shoulder, as if searching for a comfortable spot.

Shen Bianye pinched his palm, trying his best to stay calm, and said, “You’re drunk, you should sleep.”

He had already done enough by warming Xie Yuanxing’s bed. What was all this rubbing against him? Unseemly, truly unseemly.

Xie Yuanxing tilted his head, “Why don’t you call me ‘baby’ anymore?”

Shen Bianye abruptly looked at him, his eyes deep and dark, with a faint anger mixed with excitement.

Xie Yuanxing thought he was X.

Just because of the word “baby.”

Perhaps the after-effects of the alcohol were kicking in, and he was already a bit disoriented, or rather, starting to confuse people.

Shen Bianye said in a deep voice, “You want me to call you baby?”

Xie Yuanxing nodded, his voice soft and sticky, with a long trailing sound: “Mhm, mhm, very gentle.”

Shen Bianye recalled how he had said “baby” just now, coaxing a hurt Xie Yuanxing, of course it was gentle, so gentle that Xie Yuanxing mistook him for X.

“Don’t you dislike me?”

“Just now you were still holding a grudge, and now you want me to call you baby?”

The dorm lights had been turned off when they went to bed. The night was thick, and the room was dark.

Xie Yuanxing couldn’t see clearly, and his mind was hazy, as sluggish as a slow snail. “Mhm, I dislike many parts of you, but I only like a tiny bit.”

“You call me baby.” He pushed Shen Bianye. “If you call me, I’ll like you.”

He wanted to say two, that he only liked the one who called him “baby,” but the words stuck in his throat. He subconsciously felt he couldn’t say it, and glumly changed his mind.

Shen Bianye took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to bite Xie Yuanxing to death.

Whoever called him “baby,” he’d like them?

“Liar.”

He reached out and pinched Xie Yuanxing’s cheek. “When I was in susceptible period and called you ‘baby,’ you only called me an idiot.”

Xie Yuanxing tilted his head. “Did I?”

Shen Bianye sneered, “Didn’t you? You even hold grudges, and you write them down in a notebook. But you don’t remember how many times you called me an idiot.”

Xie Yuanxing shrank into the quilt, protecting his little face, and mumbled, “If you call me, I won’t curse you.”

“Just call me, call me baby,” his hand under the quilt reached for Shen Bianye’s hand, tugging lightly. His voice was soft as marshmallow. “You have to call me Xingxing baby.”

Shen Bianye’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He suddenly sat up and rolled over onto Xie Yuanxing, his gaze deep and dark as he looked at him. “You want me to call you that? What can you give me in return?”

Xie Yuanxing blinked blankly, then after a slow moment, said “Ah,” reaching out to poke under his own eye. “You can kiss me.”

“You can kiss the little mole.”

Even drunk, he couldn’t bring himself to say “lick” to Shen Bianye. His voice was soft, clumsily telling Shen Bianye to kiss him.

Kiss that little mole that the other person had been craving for a long time.

Shen Bianye licked his lips, his voice suddenly hoarse, “Really?”

“Not enough,” he said, “Baby, this isn’t enough.”

Saying “not enough,” he nevertheless leaned down first and kissed the small tear mole.

Last time the room was too dark, he couldn’t see anything clearly.

This time, although the lights weren’t on, an Alpha’s eyesight was excellent, and with the moonlight spilling in from the balcony, Shen Bianye could clearly see that small, enticing tear mole.

He was kissing Xie Yuanxing’s tear mole, as Shen Bianye.

The moment this thought appeared, it almost instantly excited Shen Bianye. On one hand, he felt it was wrong and strange to be so excited now.

On the other hand, he felt it wasn’t strange to be a little excited after wanting to lick it during his susceptible period and being rejected so many times by Xie Yuanxing.

Shen Bianye couldn’t control himself. He stuck out his tongue and heavily licked it. He wanted to hook that small mole into his mouth to suck and bite, to chew it up and swallow it, so that the tear mole wouldn’t continue to sit on Xie Yuanxing’s face, making his heart impatient.

But the skin under the eye was thin and delicate. He had only licked it a little too hard when Xie Yuanxing pushed him, trembling, softly crying out in pain.

“Wait… wait a minute, stop.”

Shen Bianye, following the pushing force on his shoulder, slightly raised himself. His eyes were dark and obscure, staring at Xie Yuanxing’s face, flushed scarlet from the alcohol, and at the tear mole beneath his eye that seemed to sparkle.

The small mole was licked and bitten until it was red, pitifully clinging beneath his eye.

Shen Bianye couldn’t help but rub it, his gaze growing more fixated. The next second, he licked it heavily again.

Xie Yuanxing’s eyes stung from the licking. He reached out to push him, his eyes watery as he looked at him. “Wait, wait, I let you kiss the little mole.”

“You should call me baby now. When are you going to call me?”

“Not enough,” Shen Bianye said in a hoarse voice, his tone somewhat odd, “Baby, this isn’t enough.”

“You have more, right? Something else you can exchange with me.”

Xie Yuanxing didn’t speak, just stared at him in the darkness. Beta eyesight wasn’t that good, and he was drunk, so he couldn’t actually see anything clearly. He quickly gave in.

In his interactions with X, darkness made him feel secure. So, half-dully and half-naively, he thought, “It’s fine, an exchange is an exchange.”

Xie Yuanxing rustled in the quilt, slowly taking off his clothes. He couldn’t see, and the bed was very cramped. He struggled to take them off for a long time, then got anxious and reached out to grab Shen Bianye’s hand.

“Here, you can touch here too.”

In his haste, he didn’t find the right spot, and his hand slipped to his chest. Shen Bianye’s hand was guided and pressed onto his chest.

A tender nipple pressed against his palm, the surrounding skin smooth. Shen Bianye couldn’t control the turbulent, obscure thoughts that churned within him. He instinctively clenched his hand, grasping it.

It was surprisingly tender, feeling as if it could be pinched and pulled, shyly enticing to an extreme degree.

His breathing suddenly grew heavy. He closed his eyes, straining to resist the urge to rub it fiercely, and withdrew his hand.

Shen Bianye spoke, his voice tense and hoarse: “Baby, don’t tempt me anymore.”

“I’m sorry.” The little drunkard, still apologizing while drunk, was so pitiful that it made one want to bully him even more.

Not just a grab, but to pinch, knead, suckle, and lick with wet saliva, rolling it into his mouth.

If he went too far and Xie Yuanxing felt pain, he wouldn’t have to worry.

All he had to do was coax him, call him “baby” a few times, praise him for being “so sweet” and “so good,” and Xie Yuanxing would tremble and offer himself to his mouth.

Damn it.

Shen Bianye silently cursed in his heart, then rolled over to get the suppressants from the drawer.

Xie Yuanxing’s hand, however, frantically grabbed his at that moment, pitiful and wronged: “I’m sorry, I found the wrong spot.”

His hand pulled Shen Bianye’s hand up to his shoulder, “It’s here, right? It’s here.”

Shen Bianye felt a slightly uneven, tender patch of skin—Xie Yuanxing’s scar on his shoulder.

His expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Xie Yuanxing for a long time without speaking.

X didn’t know about this scar on Xie Yuanxing. If Xie Yuanxing was treating him as X, why would he let him touch here?

Was he drunk and mixing up two events and two people?

Or…

Did Xie Yuanxing know he was X?

He remained silent for so long that Xie Yuanxing became a little annoyed. “You’ve already touched it, how can you go back on your word?”

Shen Bianye came back to his senses, pulling him into an embrace. “I’m not going back on my word, baby.”

“Our Xingxing baby is so well-behaved. Promise me you won’t drink randomly outside anymore, okay?”

X and Shen Bianye had nothing in common. When he sent things, he had them routed through S City.

His phone was always with him, and Xie Yuanxing had never seen it.

Fang Zhi also didn’t know that the WeChat ID pushed to Xie Yuanxing was his.

From any angle, Xie Yuanxing couldn’t possibly know that X was him.

So, he must have been drunk and mixed up the two people and two incidents.

Just two glasses of wine, and he could get this dizzy. A single “baby” could coax Xie Yuanxing into pulling his hand to touch his nipple.

So clumsy.

Shen Bianye looked deeply at the drowsy person in his arms. It was a good thing he hadn’t felt at ease and had followed him to this mixer.

Next time, Xie Yuanxing wouldn’t even get a drop of alcohol.

If it were with X… he could have a little.

…

Xie Yuanxing, content with being called “baby” and praised, fell asleep. His face was buried in the quilt, no longer pale, but adorably soft.

Shen Bianye rolled out of bed, tiptoed to the drawer, took out the air conditioner remote, and turned on the air conditioner.

Then he found the box of suppressants, opened one, and sat in the chair, injecting himself one needle at a time.