MVCFO CH25

Chapter 25: “Next time, we’ll try a different position.”

Lin Xiangqi wasn’t sure if it was because he was overwhelmed by pleasure or embarrassment, but after it ended, he completely collapsed onto Lu Cong, motionless.

Lu Cong wrapped the thing in his palm with a tissue and tossed it into the trash bin. Lin Xiangqi’s peripheral vision slowly followed the movement.

“Want to take a shower?” he asked Lin Xiangqi.

Lin Xiangqi replied with a cold nasal sound: “Hmph.”

Lu Cong stared at him for a while, trying to understand the true meaning behind Lin Xiangqi’s little expression—nose not quite a nose, eyes not quite eyes—but failed.

Lin Xiangqi could be 100% oppositional when throwing a tantrum.

Afraid Lin Xiangqi would find it annoying, Lu Cong didn’t carry him to the bathroom. Instead, he just dampened a towel and wiped his body.

Lin Xiangqi didn’t struggle, roughly tacitly agreeing.

After Lu Cong finished tidying him up, Lin Xiangqi returned to his cold attitude, not speaking or looking at Lu Cong at all, as if he wanted to treat him like air.

Lu Cong felt helpless but couldn’t help but find it amusing.

He knew Lin Xiangqi’s personality well—if he were truly angry, he wouldn’t even allow Lu Cong to come near.

Lin Xiangqi’s current behavior was less anger and more like a form of coquettishness he didn’t even realize himself.

Thinking carefully, it was easy to guess why.

Lin Xiangqi seemed carefree on the surface but his skin wasn’t as thick as he thought. Having enjoyed himself so thoroughly under Lu Cong’s hands, he definitely needed some time afterward to calm down.

But Lu Cong didn’t give him that chance to ease off, always hovering nearby after it was over, impossible to shoo away.

Lin Xiangqi could only cover his embarrassment with a fake angry posture—but he overdid it, and this “anger” wasn’t convincing enough to fool Lu Cong.

When he saw Lu Cong holding up the little underwear with Jerry’s face printed on it from “Tom and Jerry,” Lin Xiangqi was mortified and shouted, “Don’t touch it! Put it down, put it down!”

Lu Cong slightly raised his eyebrows, showing an innocent yet sincere expression, walked to him, and said, “Not going to wear it?”

Lin Xiangqi locked eyes with him, inexplicably feeling his fingertips tingle: “…Of course I want to wear it.”

Lu Cong bent down, grabbed Lin Xiangqi’s ankle with long, strong knuckles, and lifted his leg—scaring Lin Xiangqi to tightly clamp his legs together and not dare open his eyes.

“I’ll help you put it on, don’t move.” Lu Cong’s tone was gentle, but his actions were domineering, leaving no room for refusal or struggle. He helped Lin Xiangqi put on the underwear, then smiled and commented, “You still like Tom and Jerry so much.”

Lin Xiangqi couldn’t understand why Lu Cong would help him put on his underwear, but his body didn’t show strong resistance. He just covered his face and glared at Lu Cong through his fingers: “What’s wrong? I like it, what’s wrong with that!”

He knew the cartoon print on his boxer shorts was a bit childish, but it was cute!

Who said eighteen-year-olds can’t like Tom and Jerry?

He would always love Tom and Jerry. Period!

“Okay.” Lu Cong stood by the bed, looking at him and smiling, “Very cute.”

Although it was a compliment, Lin Xiangqi didn’t feel happy about it at all. In a rage, he raised his foot and kicked Lu Cong.

The kick was neither light nor heavy; it landed on Lu Cong’s stomach. When his foot touched the firm abdominal muscles, he instinctively pulled back.

Lu Cong grabbed him firmly.

Lin Xiangqi’s feet were smaller than boys his age, with healthy pink soles. Probably because of his slender bones, even though his figure was thin, his flesh was soft and tender to the touch.

Lu Cong’s fingertips pressed on the top of his foot, gently massaging it, and thought untimely: No matter how you look at him, the person in front of me is stunningly outstanding. How did I never realize Lin Xiangqi was an Omega before?

Lin Xiangqi, tickled by the massage, kicked him again: “Let go.”

Lu Cong either didn’t hear or deliberately ignored him, changing the topic instead: “Hungry? Want me to make a midnight snack?”

“You…” Lin Xiangqi looked at him helplessly, “Why do you have to grab my foot when you ask?”

Lu Cong continued the massage, moving from the top of his foot to his ankle, then felt around and pressed his calf, speaking calmly: “Your muscles are too tense, need to relax a bit.”

Lin Xiangqi didn’t want to admit the massage felt really good, so he snorted coldly: “I just sat there until my legs nearly cramped, and you didn’t let me relax. Now you want to act nice? Go away.”

When Lin Xiangqi said “just now,” he meant when he was sitting on Lu Cong’s lap doing math problems—the hardest few minutes of his life, biting his teeth to keep his body from trembling too much while trying hard to calculate answers.

His calves had no support point, so once tightened too much, they were prone to cramping.

“Sorry, that’s my fault.” Lu Cong lowered his head obediently, using the right amount of pressure to massage him, and said, “Next time, we’ll try a different position.”

Lin Xiangqi looked at him in horror: “?”

Lu Cong smiled, “Lying down might be more comfortable.”

“Who’s going to have a next time with you?” Lin Xiangqi pulled his leg back hard, crawled to the corner of the bed, and covered his head with the blanket, “Go back to your side, I want to sleep.”

Lu Cong glanced at the time and said, “It’s nine-thirty, can you fall asleep?”

Lin Xiangqi jokingly said, “Doing math is so brain-consuming, I’m exhausted. I’ll be asleep the moment I close my eyes.”

Lu Cong sighed helplessly: “Yanyi.”

Lin Xiangqi coldly said, “Yanyi is asleep.”

At this point, Lu Cong had no reason to linger.

Before leaving, he helped clean up the wet bathroom, tidied the draft papers and workbook on the desk, then said “Good night” to Lin Xiangqi and left the bedroom.

Hearing the door close, Lin Xiangqi finally peeked out, cautiously waited a few minutes to be sure Lu Cong wouldn’t surprise him again, then quietly got out of bed and walked to the desk, flipping to the draft paper with his math solution.

Though ridiculous, at this moment, what he cared about most was this.

He found it incredible.

The problem he thought he would definitely never solve, he actually wrote out so simply. The solving process was very clear, with no guessing. Every step he could clearly recall how he derived it.

Damn it.

What had Lu Cong done to him?

Could it be that he secretly fed him some memory bread when he wasn’t paying attention?

No, that’s not it… The formulas were memorized by Lin Xiangqi himself, and the answers were also calculated by him. The only thing Lu Cong did was to push him.

Under the double pressure of body and mind, Lin Xiangqi couldn’t focus on anything else; his mind became as sharp as if his meridians had been unlocked.

Lin Xiangqi put down his pen, and his head thudded on the desk.

He actually discovered his own learning method in such an absurdly illogical way.

So funny.

This is some real cutting-edge science, should be awarded three days of applause.

Lin Xiangqi’s ears caught some sounds, so he quietly reached up to lift the half-curtain of the window and saw that Lu Cong, who had originally gone home, actually walked out of his yard again.

For a moment, Lin Xiangqi felt nervous.

He thought Lu Cong was coming to look for him again.

But soon, he realized that after Lu Cong pushed the gate, he was heading away — not toward him.

Looking closely, Lin Xiangqi noticed that Lu Cong had changed into casual sportswear.

He was going for a run.

Lin Xiangqi wrinkled his nose and muttered, “Such endless energy.”

Time passed from 9:30 to 10:00.

Lin Xiangqi couldn’t sleep at all, bored lying in bed playing on his phone, eyes and ears alert — basically listening for any sounds from the next yard.

But Lu Cong still hadn’t come back.

He’s been running for half an hour, isn’t he tired?

And his pace didn’t seem slow at all.

Because he wasn’t focused on the game, Lin Xiangqi got ambushed several times while passing through bushes, dying three times in a minute, getting scolded by both teammates and enemies over voice chat for being “trash.”

His competitive spirit flared up after being scolded, so he flipped over, lay on his stomach, fingers skillfully swiping the screen, and finally, after ten minutes, led his team to a comeback victory, earning high praise.

The support player asked, “You’re so good — why were you feeding just now?”

Lin Xiangqi, to save face, shamelessly replied, “That wasn’t me.”

After all, behind a screen, no one knows if what he said was true.

The support player understood and said, “No wonder. Playing for your partner?”

Lin Xiangqi casually answered, “Mm hmm.”

The support asked, “Can you carry me next game? I keep getting bad teammates; it’s rare to find someone good.”

Lin Xiangqi almost kindly agreed, but suddenly heard footsteps downstairs.

He hurriedly changed the chat reply from “Okay” to “No,” then peeked out the window.

Sure enough, Lu Cong had returned.

Wow, this guy had been running for 40 or 50 minutes; his stamina is way too good.

Watching Lu Cong walk into the neighboring yard, panting, Lin Xiangqi reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

He didn’t even know why he was spying here.

He was the one who chased Lu Cong home.

But now he felt a little regretful for missing out on the midnight snack Lu Cong would have made.

Lin Xiangqi sighed and got ready to wash up and sleep, to stop overthinking.

Just when he was about to quit the game, he saw three consecutive messages from the support player on screen:

“Why not? I’m playing pretty well.”

“What heroes do you like? I can coordinate with you.”

“Why no reply? Is that your avatar or your partner’s?”

Lin Xiangqi’s account was linked to his social app, and the avatar was a photo of himself.

The photo was taken during a vacation a year ago when he and Lu Cong traveled together and asked a passing woman to take a picture for them.

Actually, the full photo showed them standing by the sea, with a huge sunset and rising tide behind them.

Lin Xiangqi liked this photo very much, so both he and Lu Cong had changed their avatars to it.

But at that time, classmates often complained to him that their avatars looked exactly the same, and many times when they wanted to gossip or complain, they accidentally sent messages to Lu Cong instead.

What’s the difference between this and passing notes to the homeroom teacher by mistake!

Feeling pity for his classmates’ complaints, Lin Xiangqi and Lu Cong agreed to crop the photo to a close-up of their individual faces.

But Lin Xiangqi didn’t want to explain all this to a stranger in the game, so he just casually replied, “Logging off.”

The support finally left him alone, saying, “Okay, what a pity. I really think you’re good. Let’s rank up together next time.”

Then he sent a friend request.

Lin Xiangqi ignored it, turned off his phone, and prepared to fall asleep.

However, after tossing and turning for a long time, Lin Xiangqi still couldn’t sleep.

Around eleven o’clock, he suddenly sat up from bed. The faint light was still on in Lu Cong’s bedroom on the second floor next door, indicating the other was still awake.

Lin Xiangqi decided — he wanted a midnight snack.

One minute later, Lu Cong’s phone received this message:

“Hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry [cat kicking door.jpg]”

At that moment, Lu Cong had just stepped out of the bathroom.

He lowered his head, saw the message on the screen, his black hair fell forward, droplets of water dripping down his high nose bridge.

He didn’t have time to wipe off the cold water on his body, licked his dry lips, and calmly replied to Lin Xiangqi:

“Coming.”