GBROTAH CH63

Xie Yuanxing wanted to move back to the dorm.

Shen Bianye, however, was immediately unwilling. This heaven-sent opportunity couldn’t simply be satisfied with just moving back to the dorm.

In many ways, dorms were inconvenient, especially the small beds; they were too small, making it cramped for two people.

How to convince Xie Yuanxing became Shen Bianye’s primary problem.

The secondary problem was to make the family of the brat who bumped into Xie Yuanxing pay up.

He had already found the family and had only one thing to say to them: either pay ten thousand yuan or go to court.

This amount of money was nothing to Shen Bianye, and being injured wasn’t a big deal to him either. But the thought that if he hadn’t been there, Xie Yuanxing would have been the one injured, made it impossible for him to forgive that clumsy child.

Xie Yuanxing had already suffered burns before; to experience another scalding, how pitiful that would be.

Another reason Shen Bianye didn’t want to let this go was that after checking the surveillance footage, he found that when the tall, chubby brat pushed forward, his family was right there but did nothing.

For Shen Bianye, teaching that eleven or twelve-year-old brat and his family a lesson was far more important than ten thousand yuan.

If it weren’t for a slight moral bottom line about not bullying the weak, Shen Bianye would have even wanted to secretly find someone to give that family a good beating, including the brat. Being so fat, they were bound to have thick skin and be able to take a beating.

The secondary problem was easy to solve. Although he couldn’t hit people, with surveillance footage and hospital records, he wouldn’t lose a lawsuit.

As for the primary problem of convincing Xie Yuanxing to live off-campus…

Shen Bianye thought of a bunch of reasons, then presented them to Xie Yuanxing. “Darling, how about we move out? More space, and many things will be more convenient.”

Xie Yuanxing: “Okay.”

Shen Bianye: “I know freshmen are required to live on campus, but there’s only half a month left, and darling, you’re already living in a sophomore dorm, so there aren’t as many room checks to deal with.” He suddenly paused, reacting a beat later: “Darling, what did you just say?”

Xie Yuanxing was folding clothes. Hearing this, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Shen Bianye very seriously: “I said ‘okay’.”

A whole pile of reasons instantly became useless. Shen Bianye felt a sense of loss, like going to battle fully armed only for the opponent to surrender before the fight even began.

No, that’s not quite right. A more accurate image would be that he had prepared all sorts of tricks, but before he could even use them, just by going in, Xie Yuanxing was already satisfied. He was satisfied, even a little proud, but also felt an emptiness from not having a chance to use his tricks.

It also felt a bit dreamy, so dreamy that Shen Bianye felt the pain in his shoulder was fake. For a moment, Shen Bianye almost wished the wound on his shoulder would never heal.

He didn’t speak for a long time. Xie Yuanxing looked at him strangely. “Why aren’t you talking? What are you thinking about?”

Shen Bianye’s mind was still dazed, and he subconsciously blurted out what he was thinking: “I wish this wound would never heal.”

Xie Yuanxing’s lips immediately straightened into a thin line, his expression appearing somewhat cold. “Shen Bianye.”

He only called Shen Bianye’s name once, and Shen Bianye instantly jolted, his entire being quickly realizing that Xie Yuanxing was angry. Almost without thinking, he blurted out: “I was wrong, darling.”

Xie Yuanxing: ……

Shen Bianye: ……

Xie Yuanxing’s expression was a bit subtle. He wanted to say something, but then pursed his lips and said nothing. Shen Bianye, however, felt a slight annoyance. When did he develop the conditioned reflex of apologizing the moment Xie Yuanxing’s face turned cold?! If it were just the two of them, it would be fine, but what if he reacted like this unconsciously in front of others one day? That would be truly embarrassing.

Shen Bianye looked at Xie Yuanxing, wanting to say something, like how they should discuss things from now on and not suddenly give him a cold shoulder, or that if he kept saying he was wrong, it would be embarrassing if it became a conditioned reflex in front of others.

As he looked at Xie Yuanxing, Shen Bianye’s gaze fell on Xie Yuanxing’s face, seeing his cold brows and eyes, the mole under his eye, and his slightly pursed lips. The small, dark mole under his eye flickered on his pale face, and his lips were crushed to a delicate red, dangerously captivating.

The words caught in his throat. Shen Bianye subconsciously took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Xie Yuanxing in fascination, making his mouth water. “Darling.”

“I was wrong, darling.”

“I admit my mistake to darling, can darling let me kiss the mole under your eye?”

Xie Yuanxing: …..

Xie Yuanxing’s expression became even more complex. He didn’t understand where Shen Bianye’s ability to switch emotions so quickly came from. He took a step back and shook his head: “No, we’re outside here.”

“You used to say, what’s the difference between biting outside and doing it in public, and you called me shameless.”

This time, Xie Yuanxing wasn’t deliberately bringing up old issues; it was just that Shen Bianye minded even a bite outside. Xie Yuanxing was merely using this to remind Shen Bianye of his own bottom line.

Shen Bianye, however, didn’t know Xie Yuanxing’s thoughts and felt a bit stiff, yet also felt that Xie Yuanxing had been particularly easygoing these past few days and didn’t want to give up.

He watched the mole under Xie Yuanxing’s eye sway as Xie Yuanxing blinked, making his mouth dry. His voice was urgent and hoarse:

“Darling, just a lick.” Realizing his first sentence was wrong, he quickly corrected himself: “No, a kiss.”

“It’ll be quick, darling.”

When Xie Yuanxing’s face was cold, that mole under his eye was exceptionally beautiful, like an added sharpness, like a dangerous black raindrop that could corrode everything.

Whenever he noticed it, Shen Bianye always wanted to hold it in his mouth and lick or bite it, absolutely craving it. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he moved closer to Xie Yuanxing’s face.

He said he wanted to kiss, but his lips were slightly parted, more like he wanted to lick.

Xie Yuanxing, however, stepped back at this moment. Shen Bianye’s heart had anticipated this outcome, but a sense of disappointment still surged. The next second, he heard Xie Yuanxing speak: “Tongue, stick it out a little.”

Shen Bianye thought he had permission and tried to move closer, but Xie Yuanxing shook his head at him. He was confused, his eyes anxious and puzzled, yet he obediently, uncannily, slowly stuck out the tip of his crimson tongue. Xie Yuanxing’s earlobes, hidden beneath his dark hair, were slightly red, but his face still looked cold and indifferent.

He extended his hand, and his long, pale fingers lightly tapped the small mole on Shen Bianye’s tongue. “Isn’t there one here? Lick this.”

Before Xie Yuanxing could retract his hand, Shen Bianye heavily licked and nipped Xie Yuanxing’s fingertip. His eyes were dark and deep, filled with surging desire, like a brewing tsunami, almost ready to devour the person who had provoked him. He wanted to lick, to kiss, to taste every inch of Xie Yuanxing’s skin. When he spoke, his voice was astonishingly hoarse: “Darling.”

The laundry area wasn’t a suitable place for long conversations, just as Shen Bianye had initially only wanted a quick kiss on that mole, a touch-and-go sort of thing. So now, even though many thoughts churned in Shen Bianye’s mind, he ultimately just took a deep breath, sighing somewhat helplessly, “It’s hard, darling.”

Xie Yuanxing’s pupils suddenly constricted. He was dumbfounded and so embarrassed that he was at a loss. “Then… what should we do?”

“You… I… I just touched your tattoo, this…”

Shen Bianye clicked his tongue, sighing softly: “Darling, do you really not know how tempting you were just now?”

“You’re so beautiful, darling.”

“Was darling intentional? Intentionally retaliating for me teasing darling here last time?”

Xie Yuanxing murmured: “I wasn’t.”

“I didn’t think you’d…”

…get hard so easily and suddenly. Last time, no matter what he said, it was a relatively sensitive area, just a little off his inner thigh. The hot, steaming breath and wet sensation lingered there, making it hard for him not to react. But Shen Bianye…

Compared to Xie Yuanxing’s hurried escape last time, Shen Bianye was quite natural. He returned to his dorm, half-biting the corner of his clothes, revealing his well-defined abs and smooth, clear V-line, which extended further down, next to a half-clenched hand. X’s WeChat account was still blocked and hadn’t been unblocked, but it didn’t matter, he had another one.

Shen Bianye: “I didn’t lie to darling, did I?”

Xie Yuanxing’s face was flushed crimson. “This kind of thing! No need to prove it!”

“I don’t really want to know.”

Shen Bianye: “How can that be? Darling needs to know.”

“Stingy darling, I’ve told darling my time and size, and I’ve shown darling too. I haven’t even seen a blurry photo of darling’s things.”

“Will darling’s be very beautiful? After all, darling’s little tip is very pink.”

Xie Yuanxing’s pale face was now scarlet. Blushing this much, he didn’t dare go back to 603. He hugged his dried clothes, crouching in the laundry area, facing Shen Bianye’s increasingly outrageous messages, looking pitiful as if he had nowhere to hide.

Wait.

He suddenly thought of something, pressing his lips together, ignoring Shen Bianye’s words, and typed: “Are you… typing again… So your injured hand is moving too?”

“Even though the injury is on your shoulder, the doctor said to avoid strain as much as possible recently.”

Shen Bianye replied quickly, as if he had kept his phone in his hand: “Then does darling want to help me?”

“Then I won’t have to do it myself.”

“Do you want to come, darling?”

“Darling, do you remember what X used to say? I’m better than him, darling doesn’t have to use their mouth, hands are fine too, darling.”

Xie Yuanxing’s face was steaming hot. For a moment, he was both embarrassed and speechless, wanting to remain silent. The person in the dorm, seeing no reply, regretfully licked his lips, a hint of obscurity in his eyes. Shen Bianye knew he couldn’t coax the person over, and only spoke this way because Xie Yuanxing was soft-hearted after his injury and wouldn’t easily block him.

But doing it himself was truly boring. His desires were usually quite mild, but he didn’t know why Xie Yuanxing just sparked them so easily. Unable to find relief, Shen Bianye felt a little restless again, sending messages to his darling: “Darling, can I have one of your clothes, darling?”

“Alphas don’t get relief that easily, darling, it’s uncomfortable.”

“Darling, darling, Xingxing darling, darling wouldn’t bear to see me holding back all the time, would you?”

“Good darling, please, darling, it’ll be faster with clothes.”

“The dorm door isn’t locked, darling, just come right in.”

Xie Yuanxing worried about Shen Bianye’s shoulder injury. He didn’t understand; when he was burned, he was in pain and his face was pale all day, so how did Shen Bianye have so much energy? Even if Shen Bianye’s injury wasn’t as extensive as his, it was still a real burn from scalding molten iron, and the blood could stain the gauze when the dressing was changed. It definitely hurt; it was impossible not to hurt. But precisely, Shen Bianye still had the energy to do all this.

The person already holding clothes, with a crimson face, sneaked into Shen Bianye’s dorm like a thief. The moment he saw him enter, Shen Bianye’s eyes suddenly became incredibly dark. The object in his hand was provocatively pointed at Xie Yuanxing, and he called out in a low, hoarse voice: “Darling.”

Xie Yuanxing’s earlobes turned hot. He haphazardly dropped the clothes in his hand and turned to leave. Shen Bianye clicked his tongue: “Darling, not the washed ones.”

Xie Yuanxing gritted his teeth. He no longer wanted to call Shen Bianye a pervert, but his voice, even lowered, still carried annoyance: “Don’t push your luck.” With that, his gaze darted around, he snatched the phone from Shen Bianye’s left hand, and with a face so red it looked like it would explode, he quickly scurried away like a thief.

In the dorm, Shen Bianye held the clothes in his hand, wrapping and winding them, silently licking his canines. Pushing my luck? Perhaps a little. This time it was darling’s clothes, next time could he expect darling’s hand?