GBROTAH CH60

The moonlight filtering into the unlit dorm from the balcony cast a mottled blue glow. The tall man half-crouched before the slender youth, a stalemate, unwilling to retreat.

His hands subtly began to move towards Xie Yuanxing’s knees again, fingers twirling, betraying an unspoken anxiety.

Xie Yuanxing sensed the danger first. Before those large hands could clasp his knees, he suddenly kicked Shen Bianye’s calf, growling fiercely, “Get lost.”

Shen Bianye’s gaze was deep as he looked at him. “Baby wants me to get lost?”

Xie Yuanxing stiffened his neck, feigning ferocity with a lack of confidence: “What’s wrong? Can’t I?”

Like a ruffled kitten lacking self-assurance.

But Shen Bianye wanted Xie Yuanxing to have boundless confidence. He stood up, calmly brushing off the faint foot print on his trousers. “I’m going now, baby.”

“Baby, you’re not in a state to go back to 603. Sleep here tonight.”

“I’ll sleep on your bed. It’s getting late, baby.”

Xie Yuanxing felt the energetic little mushroom, hesitated, and then, utterly ashamed, nodded.

When Shen Bianye suggested this, it was simply because he didn’t want Xie Yuanxing’s flushed, post-arousal state to be seen by others.

His thoughts were pure and clean.

But as he lay on Xie Yuanxing’s bed, his pheromones began to stir.

Dorm 603, with its lights off, wasn’t entirely quiet. Someone was still playing their last unfinished game under the bed, the keyboard clattering loudly. Someone else was watching videos, the sound played aloud.

They all felt it was still early, even at eleven o’clock.

Usually, these sounds would only cease when someone announced they were going to sleep.

But today, the sound of the keyboard stopped first, and then the video sound paused.

Someone spoke faintly, with difficulty, “Brother Shen, your pheromones…”

Pheromones are repellant between Alphas, and a high-ranking Alpha’s pheromones can suppress those of a lower-ranking one. Although he could still speak now, he was actually struggling to keep himself from fleeing out the door.

“Sorry.”

“Got a bit of a cold, pheromones are out of control.”

Shen Bianye rolled off the bed, not bothering with the ladder. He almost directly flipped over the bed rail and jumped down, quickly and cleanly.

The person still sitting below was startled by his move and silently said, “Cool…”

Cool?

Only Shen Bianye knew how much desperate escape was implied by that action.

He ignored the compliment that made him smile bitterly, opened the door, and walked out.

His pheromones were pathetic.

He was pathetic too.

Even though he could no longer taste Xie Yuanxing, he still felt the blanket carried the scent of milk.

He should have brought some inhibitors before coming over. Although others in Dorm 603 definitely had them, it would be too strange to ask someone to borrow inhibitors in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.

It was normal for a cold to cause a slight pheromone overflow, but if it was so much that he needed an inhibitor to calm down, a cold wouldn’t be a sufficient excuse.

That’s why Shen Bianye left so decisively.

It was fine if people found out he liked Xie Yuanxing; he wished they would.

But if they found out he had desires for Xie Yuanxing’s blanket, that was too perverted. He still had to live in A University.

Xie Yuanxing’s bed was very soft, like a fluffy milk cake.

The dorm door was already closed. Shen Bianye climbed over the dorm wall. In the middle of the night, driven by a strange impulse, he craved cake.

Halfway there, he felt like he had vaguely forgotten something, but he couldn’t recall what it was.

When Zhou Chao’s call came in, Shen Bianye was waiting for his milk-flavored cake at an all-night cake shop he had finally found.

Zhou Chao was concise: “Come out for a drink, I need to talk to you.”

Shen Bianye: “What kind of drink do you have in the middle of the night?”

Zhou Chao retorted impatiently, “If you don’t drink at night, do you drink in the morning?”

“Isn’t the night for drinking? So what do you say we do at night?”

Shen Bianye stared at the cake gradually taking shape behind the clear glass window and said without thinking, “Eat cake.”

Zhou Chao: ?

Half an hour later, Zhou Chao, who had rushed over, watched the cake being brought out by the pastry chef and placed in front of Shen Bianye, falling into an eerie silence for a moment.

He didn’t stand on ceremony, directly plopping down on the seat next to him, picking up a knife, fork, and plate, and serving himself a piece.

“Eating cake is fine too. I heard eating cake can also make people feel good.”

Shen Bianye’s brow twitched. He wanted to speak but held back.

It wasn’t worth arguing with his brother over a piece of cake. If Zhou Chao wanted to eat a little, he would.

Zhou Chao speared a soft piece of cake with his fork, and just as he was about to put it in his mouth, a hand reached out from the side and suddenly pressed down on him.

He turned his head, and the two looked at each other. In just one second, Shen Bianye went from being uncomfortable to being self-righteous, “Don’t eat this one. I’ll get you another.”

Zhou Chao: “…You won’t even let me eat a piece of cake? Are you so poor you’ve gone crazy?”

Shen Bianye coughed awkwardly, “No, this is milk flavored.”

In the silence, Zhou Chao, who didn’t hear the next sentence, spoke, “What’s wrong with milk flavored? Is it poisoned?”

Shen Bianye: “…No.”

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to snatch the fork from Zhou Chao’s hand.

“You won’t even let me eat a milk-flavored cake,” Zhou Chao said, slamming the table in anger after having his fork taken. “Then if I ask to borrow money from you later, should I even open my mouth or not?”

Shen Bianye bit his fork, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Open it. How much?”

Zhou Chao: “Three thousand.”

Shen Bianye immediately transferred three thousand yuan to him. “Is that enough?”

Zhou Chao looked at him faintly, “Enough. If I die, you can use these three thousand yuan to buy me cake, commemorate me once a year, from this year’s grave visit until your death.”

Shen Bianye clicked his tongue twice, shook his head, and teased, “A Black Swan cake is only enough for one grave visit.”

“We’re brothers. For your grave, I’ll definitely give you the best.”

Zhou Chao said from the bottom of his heart, “Thank you.”

Shen Bianye: “You’re welcome.”

He paused, then said, “Speak, what’s wrong?”

Zhou Chao usually wouldn’t open his mouth, and when he did, he asked to borrow thirty million, so he must have run into something.

Zhou Chao was unwilling to say more, stating faintly, “Nothing much. I want to fight for the family inheritance. I’ve run into some trouble.”

“I’ll definitely pay you back this money, with interest.”

Shen Bianye frowned: “Didn’t you never intend to fight for these things? No need for interest, save it for my grave when I die.”

“Remember to buy Black Swan.”

“Thirty million in interest is enough to buy Black Swan until you die.”

Zhou Chao was troubled recently. Hearing his best brother repeatedly talk about death made his inner annoyance worse. His long fingers took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The cigarettes he smoked were very special. The cigarette was long and slender, his hand was also long and slender, and the blue mouthpiece was in his mouth. The缭绕烟雾blurred his narrow, shrewd eyes.

“I used to think I didn’t need to fight, but now I realize power is a truly good thing.”

“Didn’t I take over a fireworks factory? I originally thought it was just the old man fooling around, throwing a废 factory at me to play with. But now it seems that’s not the case. It’s truly become a training ground.”

Shen Bianye held his cake, keeping it a bit further from Zhou Chao’s cigarette, listening to him talk about the factory matters, nodding as he listened.

Zhou Chao looked at him, and then chuckled, “Young master, you really are a bit carefree.”

Shen Bianye took a bite of cake, its rich milky flavor, and said casually, “If you knew at fifteen that you wouldn’t live past thirty, you’d be carefree too.”

He wouldn’t live long anyway, so thinking about so many troublesome things would only make him die earlier.

Zhou Chao was silent, and after a long while, he spoke, “Didn’t you say you’d get me another cake? Where’s my cake?”

Shen Bianye glanced at him. “No mouth? Order it yourself.”

He was still pondering what he had forgotten, always feeling that something was wrong, an indistinct feeling of something about to emerge from the beginning until now. If he tried to think deeply, he couldn’t recall anything.

Shen Bianye finished the last bite of the four-inch small cake. The milky scent lingered in his throat. In that instant, he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

The clothes.

That piece of clothing.

In the dorm, Xie Yuanxing finally waited for the reaction to subside. The dorm’s lights-out time had long passed, and his phone was still in Dorm 603 across the hall.

It wasn’t appropriate to go get it at this time. Fortunately, Xie Yuanxing wasn’t someone who couldn’t be without his phone for a moment.

He fumbled in the dark onto Shen Bianye’s bed. The bed was very clean and tidy. Even if Shen Bianye didn’t like to fold his quilt, he would spread it flat on the bed.

Xie Yuanxing lifted the quilt and slipped in. As soon as he lay down, his hand touched something soft, like a piece of clothing.

He had been roommates with Shen Bianye for so long and knew that the young master was a clean person who wouldn’t stuff dirty clothes into the quilt. So when he felt the clothing, Xie Yuanxing only thought Shen Bianye had casually put it down and forgotten it.

It wasn’t until he wanted to fold the clothes and put them aside, picking them up to shake them out first, that Xie Yuanxing felt something was a little off.

The dorm was very dark, with only a tiny bit of moonlight coming in from the balcony.

But even with just a little light, Xie Yuanxing could recognize the clothes he had worn for many years.

It was soft and loose, very comfortable to wear. But at this moment, holding a corner of it, Xie Yuanxing vaguely felt it was almost burning his hand.

Could someone tell him.

Why was his pajama in Shen Bianye’s quilt?

He hadn’t seen this shirt since he washed it; he thought he had lost it.

It turned out… it was left on Shen Bianye’s bed?

Xie Yuanxing held it, his fingertips trembling, but he still brought it to his nose and sniffed. He was relieved when he didn’t smell any strange, strong odor.

But then, realizing that the clothes carried a faint scent left by a laundry bead, he slowly blinked again, as if stunned.

Why… was it washed?

Under what circumstances would his washed clothes need Shen Bianye to wash them again…?

He used large bags of laundry detergent for his clothes, definitely not this scent. So, it must have been Shen Bianye who washed it again, dried it, and then put it on the bed…

Xie Yuanxing’s ears were scarlet. He dared not think deeply, folded the clothes, placed them at the foot of the bed, and lay down, forcing himself to close his eyes and sleep.

He liked X’s obsessive, burning, direct desire for him, just like a mushroom in an unheeded corner also had a beam of exclusive sunlight that would never shine on anyone else.

But when X and Shen Bianye gradually merged, and he found that Shen Bianye’s perverted obsession was not much less, it still gave him quite a shock.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the wrinkled state of the clothes in the quilt when he discovered them.

Xie Yuanxing sighed in distress, turned over to face the wall, and reflected.

He just didn’t want to face the embarrassment of reacting and returning to the dorm. Why did he fall into another subtle embarrassment?

When hanging clothes in the corridor, the moment the light went out, he should have refused Shen Bianye’s approach, disguised as X.

A firm refusal.

Xie Yuanxing woke up before dawn. As soon as he sat up, he saw the neatly folded white clothes at the foot of the bed.

Xie Yuanxing: …

He sat for a while, and guessing that someone in the dorm was awake, he took his clothes and returned to 603.

No one was on his bed. Xie Yuanxing didn’t think much of it, assuming Shen Bianye had gone for his usual run.

His tall, thin roommate, who was an early riser, saw him, his face full of curiosity. Out of consideration for the still-sleeping roommates, he didn’t speak. Xie Yuanxing quickly grabbed his phone and toiletries and ran off.

Xie Yuanxing took a photo of the clothes in his hand with his phone, hesitating, unsure whether to send it to Shen Bianye.

He thought about it and then deleted it.

Instead, he wrote on VX: “Last semester, X and I only met three times.”

“You’ve used up your quota.”

“Don’t come looking for me in the dark again. I know you’re the one who turned off the light in the corridor.”

He didn’t use emojis, trying to convey his serious emotions with cold text.

Shen Bianye was still eating milk-flavored cake at 2 AM yesterday morning. He woke up at 7 AM to see the message, his face grimmer than a ghost.

The message was sent to Shen Bianye’s account, and Shen Bianye vaguely felt something was wrong.

Shen Bianye: “Baby, X even licked baby’s tear mole. I haven’t even licked it.”

“He also kissed baby twice, and I’ve only kissed baby once.”

“We can’t just count by meetings, baby. That’s not fair.”

Xie Yuanxing only replied with four words, four incredibly effective words: “Say that again, and I’ll block you.”

Shen Bianye: …

His lifeblood had been squeezed by baby. This was bad.

He hurried back to the dorm, and when he returned, he coincidentally bumped into Xie Yuanxing leaving with his bag. The two met in the corridor, surrounded by people heading out for their early morning classes.

Some people saw Shen Bianye and greeted him enthusiastically. Shen Bianye nodded in response. He walked towards Xie Yuanxing, but Xie Yuanxing avoided him, not even sparing him a glance.

Having experienced this for so long, Shen Bianye still felt a suffocating sensation, as if his pulse was being choked.

In the dark, Xie Yuanxing was obedient enough to willingly part his lips and let him kiss deeply. In the daylight, in front of others, Xie Yuanxing treated him worse than a stranger.

This vast difference in treatment kept Shen Bianye suspended, his heart constantly swayed by Xie Yuanxing.

Even though Xie Yuanxing had already pulled away and left, he still couldn’t help but look back.

He longed to chase after him, drag him to a dark, secluded corner for a deep kiss, asking Xie Yuanxing who he was while kissing him. If he heard “X,” he’d reach into his clothes and ask again. If it was still “X,” he’d use Xie Yuanxing’s saliva as lubrication and go deeper.

He wouldn’t stop until he heard the name “Shen Bianye,” until he was acknowledged.

But in reality, he couldn’t.

Using this method, Shen Bianye would never get true acknowledgment.

He could only wait, like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

Shen Bianye returned to the dorm, opened the door, and looked at the bed. He saw the neatly folded quilt, the empty bed laid bare, with only the quilt and pillow, no clothes whatsoever.

Sure enough…

He’d been caught…

Shen Bianye initially thought he would feel embarrassed, as this matter was quite impolite no matter how you looked at it.

But now, he just wanted to sigh.

X was also out of bounds, baby’s clothes were gone, and even the times he could be cursed at were used up. Nothing was left.

From now on, Xie Yuanxing would probably only ignore him, not say a single word.

Only Xie Yuanxing’s words about going out to play during the summer vacation still kept him hooked, making Shen Bianye yearn for the holidays more than ever.

Because those words meant.

His baby might be willing to forgive him when summer arrived.

Shen Bianye was tormented by Xie Yuanxing’s coldness, yet he also felt that Xie Yuanxing was too soft-hearted.

He once thought Xie Yuanxing was a gloomy, poisonous mushroom, but the closer he got to Xie Yuanxing, the more he realized it was just a beautiful black mushroom.

Perhaps poisonous, but not fatal, only secretly using spores to counterattack those who tried to harm him.

Shen Bianye carried his book towards the classroom, switching accounts on his phone as he walked, sending a message to Xie Yuanxing from X, “Baby.”

Class hadn’t started yet, and the other side quickly replied with a tilted cat head emoji indicating confusion.

This account wouldn’t be blocked. Shen Bianye breathed a sigh of relief, hesitating for only a second between politeness and impoliteness. “That piece of clothing…”

“Can baby return it to me?” (The other party is not yet your friend…)

Shen Bianye: …He was wrong.