How would you know whether or not you like someone if you donât seriously try it out?
Your familyâs Xiao Yan?
Interested?
Xia Zhiye was first dissatisfied with the first half of the sentence, then realized what the second half meant.
He asked: âWhat do you mean âinterestedâ?â
Shen Jiayan mysteriously said: âYou know, that meaning of âinterestedâ.â
âWhat meaning?â
âJust that meaning that youâre thinking of.â
âYou really mean the meaning Iâm thinking of?â
âRight, just the meaning of the meaning that youâre thinking of.â
The two faced each other and took turns saying a tongue twister.
Xia Zhiye was silent for three seconds: âWhy would you ask that?â
Shen Jiayan was angered into putting his hand on his hips: âYou still have to ask that?!â
Xia Zhiye: ââ¦â¦â
âClearly, the three of us were shopping around together, but did the either of you acted like I exist? It was as if your eyes were stuck on his body, and you kept looking at him and laughing. Also, when you play games you have a double standard. You ignore little girls, but when the player switched to Song Yan, you directly flashed over to block a big move for him. Is this really just a regular friendship between straight men?!â
Shen Jiayan interrogated the other righteously, as if the answer was clear.
Meanwhile, Xia Zhiye was unexpectedly unsure of the correct answer himself, and could only silently ponder over it.
Shen Jiayan saw the other didnât refute himself, then squinted his eyes and sneakily added: âAlso I think Xiao Yan might be interested in you.â
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrow slightly: âHow so?â
Shen Jiayan once again put his hands on his waist: âI have to explain this too?â
Xia Zhiye: ââ¦â¦â
Shen Jiayan felt the other couldnât be saved, then raised his fingers to count each one out for the other: âLook at this. Last time, Xiao Yan asked me for the learning materials, wasnât it to give to you?â
Xia Zhiye: ââ¦â¦Yeah.â
âYesterday when you and that girl came out to eat and you posted a Moments, didnât he call you and scold you?â
ââ¦â¦Yeah.â
âDidnât he take the initiative to buy a coupleâs bracelet with you tonight?â
ââ¦â¦Yeah.â
âSee.â Both of Shen Jiayanâs hands were spread, as if it all converged on a single answer, âYou guys are definitely in a two-way unrequited love.â
ââ¦â¦â
Xia Zhiye who hadnât completely confirmed whether or not he liked Song Yan yet, heard Shen Jiayanâs analysis, and unexpectedly felt what the other said made some sense.
He began to think about the things that had happened since meeting Song Yan.
Song Yanâs temper was cold, but specifically helped print out learning materials for himself.
Song Yan didnât like getting close to others, but the first time they ate together, Song Yan gave him a piece of his favorite food, pig liver.
Song Yan usually didnât like paying attention to others, but whenever Song Yan bought something, he would buy a share for himself. The same pen, the same book, the same bottle of milk, and today he even bought the same coupleâs bracelet.
The most unfathomable thing was that when Song Yan saw the photo of him and his female cousin, he said something like âyou should stay away from girls with unknown backgroundâ.
Even though he had explained that it was his sister, Song Yanâs attitude was still a bit strange. At that time he felt it was a bit inexplicable, but thinking about it now, it actually felt like Song Yan was acting jealous and throwing a tantrum.
So could it be that Song Yan may perhaps reallyâ¦â¦be secretly in love with him?
Shen Jiayan saw the otherâs face submerged in contemplation yet seemingly unsure of the answer, and hated iron for not being steel: âForget it, I should just go and directly ask Xiao Yan.â
The moment he twisted open the door handle, Xia Zhiye turned his head to look over, and calmly reminded: âWhat do you think would happen if you directly ask Song Yan that question?â
Shen Jiayanâs movements stilled, then he righteously answered: âAt this time next year, the grass at the head of my grave will be two meters high.â
âSo are you still going to ask?â
âForget it, thanks, Iâve bothered you.â
Shen Jiayan loosened his hand and shut the door, then silently walked back a few steps. A minute after his near death experience, he raised his head to look at Xia Zhiye: âThen what now?â
âNothing.â Xia Zhiye seemed to have no care in the world, âAnyway, donât say anything to Song Yan for now, just let nature take its course.â
He didnât think there was any problem with a boy liking a boy, and since he was young, heâd always had a generous disposition. He did whatever he wanted, liked whatever he liked, and never cared what other people thought.
But he cared about Song Yan.
If Song Yan couldnât accept a boy liking a boy from the start, or if Song Yan didnât like him, then what if they couldnât even be friends because of this matter?
But what if Song Yan really did like himâ¦â¦
The bottom of Xia Zhiyeâs eyes were filled with a hint of laughter that even he didnât seem to realize.
Shen Jiayan who had been watching him from one side felt it was baffling: âWhat are you suddenly laughing about?â
Xia Zhiye slightly raised his eyebrows: âI laughed?â
ââ¦â¦â
You laughed.
Not only did you laugh, but your laugh was even like a spring breeze1.
Shen Jiayan stared at Xia Zhiyeâs face full of longing for love, yet remaining completely unaware of it, and knew this handsome asshole was unsalvageable. After sighing with exasperation, he took out his skincare and face wash: âFine, Iâm going to shower first. You think it over yourself then.â
âHm, okay.â
The bathroom door shut, and the room regained its quiet.
Xia Zhiye walked to the balcony, wanting to get some air and calm down. But he turned his head and saw the neighboring balcony covered in the pale yellow light from the room next door.
Seems that when Song Yan sleeps alone he doesnât turn off the lights at all.
He also didnât know if Song Yan would be afraid if he wasnât there to accompany the other?
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a bang from the neighboring room, as if a heavy object had fallen down, and was even accompanied by the drizzling sound of water. At that moment, Xia Zhiye didnât think, just directly turned to run in the direction of the neighboring room.
The door wasnât locked, and he was able to open it. Then he directly pushed open the bathroom door: âSong Yan, Areâ¦â¦you okay.â
Song Yan was fine.
His upper body was bare, and was only wearing a pair of silk pajama pants. He was holding a big, heavy, bottle of body wash, and it seemed he had just picked it up off the floor.
The shower head next to him was already turned on, and hot water drizzled down. The steam lingered in the air under the warm, yellow light, soaking the hair on Song Yanâs forehead, as well as his skin.
His skin appeared white and smooth, like foggy porcelain, and his muscles appeared delicate and exquisite, leading into a thin and narrow waist.
It was so thin, but didnât make others feel as if it were excessively soft. Instead it appeared tenacious, and he really wanted to try and see how far that waist could bend.
You could even vaguely see two small back dimples exposed under the black cloth, and underneath the back dimples wereâ¦â¦
âDo you want to die?â
A cold sound interrupted Xia Zhiyeâs intention of continuing to look downwards.
Xia Zhiye immediately snapped out of his lovely dream and guiltily realized his dirty thoughts. He fought to remain unperturbed, and coughed: âUm, I heard something and thought you fell, so I came to check.â
âSo now that youâve checked, can you leave?â
Song Yan originally wanted to directly kick Xia Zhiye out, but upon hearing the otherâs reasoning, he reigned in his temper, and very politely chased him away.
Xia Zhiye also didnât dare to look at him again: âOkay, itâs good that youâre fine. Then Iâll go first, if you need anything, just call me.â
He strove to keep his voice calm, then quickly ran out of the room as soon as he finished speaking, his departure flurried and panicked.
He just happened to bump into Shen Jiayan who had just finished showering, and upon seeing his appearance, the other bewilderedly blinked: âWhy are your ears so red?â
âOh, no reason. The heating is just too high and itâs hot. Iâll be fine after showering.â Xia Zhiyeâs face remained the same, and his heart stayed calm. After speaking, he walked to the other bathroom, and locked the door.
Shen Jiayan, who had been left behind in the living room, raised his eyebrows. Was the heating too high? Perhaps Xia Zhiye couldnât stand the heat, so he smoothly lowered the central heating to the lowest temperature.
Meanwhile, Xia Zhiye in the bathroom had just raised his hand to support himself against the bathroom countertop, and lowered his head to take deep breaths, in a great attempt to calm the rush of blood surging through a certain part of his body.
But despite spending a long period of time to calm himself down, his entire head was still filled with the scene he had just witnessed. Other than that skin as pale as snow, as well as that exquisite waist, he also pictured the delicately curved yet slender pair of legs below the exposed pair of back dimples. The more he remembered, the more he felt his throat become drier, and tighter.
Xia Zhiye felt he was probably done for.
If he felt something for someone for the first time, it could be considered an accident. The second time could be considered a coincidence. But if he didnât acknowledge the truth by the third time, then it really was inexcusable.
Of all people, that someone was his own roommate.
Xia Zhiye thought back to him saying he was perfectly straight a month ago, and felt his face hurt a bit.
But what else could he do.
As an honest youth in puberty with normal physiology and psychology, he couldnât control himself just by saying âcontrol yourselfâ.
He could only resign himself to his fate, turn on the faucet and take a shower to force himself to calm down. Once he regained calm, he finally changed into the pajamas provided by the hotel and walked out of the bathroom.
Shen Jiayan had already laid on the bed and had fallen asleep. There was an empty spot as well as an entire blanket, left next to him for Xia Zhiye.
But Xia Zhiye felt sleeping on the same bed after meeting for the first time was awkward, and he was also eighty to ninety percent sure he was bent, and thought it wasnât good to sleep in the same bed as another boy.
So he simply pulled out a heated blanket from the closet, and walked out to the living room.
He had just laid down on the sofa when he heard a creak, and the door to the single room opened.
The light from the room cascaded out the door frame, cutting out a distorted ray of light into the dark living room that just happened to envelope Xia Zhiyeâs figure on the sofa.
Song Yan stood outside the boundary of the light, knitting his eyebrows: âWhy are you sleeping in the living room?â
Xia Zhiye didnât even blink as he lied: âShen Jiayan snores too loudly, I canât sleep.â
Song Yan: â?â
Shen Jiayan snores?
How come he didnât remember that.
Seeing Song Yanâs skeptical expression, Xia Zhiye continued putting on a show, and pulled the blanket around him tighter: âItâs fine, sleeping in the living room is also pretty goodâ¦â¦Ah-choo!â
Xia Zhiye hadnât finished speaking yet when he turned his head to the side, covered his face, and lightly pretended to sneeze.
Only then did Song Yan realize the temperature in the living room was quite low, and Xia Zhiye only had a thin heated blanket.
Also, while the sofa wasnât quite narrow, it wasnât wide either. After all, Xia Zhiye was 1.87meters tall, and he couldnât completely stretch out on the sofa. He could only bend his long legs, and just looking at him made Song Yan feel uncomfortable.
Xia Zhiye kindly agreed to be a free tour guide for them, and there was no reason for them to be unable to provide him with a good nightâs rest.
Song Yan believed he wasnât feeling distressed2Â for Xia Zhiye, and was only doing the bare minimum as a guest and host, so he coldly said: âIf you think itâs cold in the living room, come in and sleep.â
After saying this, he entered his room, but didnât close the door behind him.
From Xia Zhiyeâs angle, he could clearly see a bed that wasnât that big inside the bedroom.
So Xia Zhiye continued to act, coughed twice, and helplessly said âAy, thereâs no helping it, itâs just too cold outsideâ. He then hugged his blanket with a smile that couldnât be concealed, and unhurriedly followed behind Song Yan to enter the room.
See, Song Yan loved him dearly.
Would normal boys be so distressed for other boys?
No.
Therefore, reasonable exploitation of oneâs roommateâs sharp-tongued, soft-heartedness was a necessary and useful skill for contemporary single male high school students.
After all, how would you know whether or not you like someone if you donât seriously try it out?
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TN: not xzy having a gay awakening after seeing some back dimples
1. Spring breeze is a metaphor for romantic feelings.
2. Author uses å¿ç¼, which generally translates to feeling sorry for someone out of love. Something like âi canât bear seeing the person I love sufferâ.