Chapter 8

The night is long and Feng Shou once again teased Qiao Yu a few more times.

Qiao Yu used his blanket to cover his face while secretly giggling.

“Tonight, let me play with you.” Feng Shou lowered his voice as if he is whispering to Qiao Yu.

This sentence was originally said to tease Qiao Yu as he wanted to see his reaction but on his face was only a look of ignorance.

Qiao Yu finally caught on and with his eyes in stagnation and his face red and steaming, he pulled the blanket up to cover his head. From within the blankets, a muffled voice was heard, “You’re so shameless!

“In front of you, I am shameless. What shame should I have?” Feng Shou said.

Qiao Yu hid inside the blankets and rolled himself into a bundle. It was like that person was standing right next to him. He panicked and spilled out a few words “No! If you dare! I will-I will cut it off!”

“Wow, that’s amazing. You’re not afraid of pain?” Feng Shou laughed. “Aren’t you afraid that I would also cut yours too?”

“You!” Qiao Yu twisted the blanket further and his heart hammered against his chest,

The two were holding onto each other’s life roots…….

Qiao Yu had always been in the weaker position. He eventually hid inside his blankets and started crying.

Feng Shou comforted him, “I’m just joking. Why are you crying? Don’t tell me you haven’t done it before?”

Qiao Yu sniffled and revealed a pair of teary red eyes. Staring at Feng Shou he looked very pitiful.

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“Okay, okay. I am a twenty-four year old man. I’m not you. It’s normal to have some needs.” Feng Shou said this sentence very sincerely. Not to mention the fact that he was dealing with such a beautiful body every day. He wasn’t Liu Xia Hui, how could ne not have a reaction.

When Qiao Yu heard this, his eyes that were red like a rabbit from crying once again started leaking.

“Don’t cry. I was just saying it. I won’t tease you in the future,”

“But, you……you did to my body, that-that kind of thing……” Qiao Yu’s voice trembled.

“What kind of thing!” Feng Shou interrupted him. “Your brother, I, was just teasing you. Brother has his needs, and it is very strong BUT! Brother is enduring it?!”

“Ah?!”

“Why are you saying ah? I said I didn’t do it so I didn’t do it. I’m enduring it! What? This brother didn’t do anything and you’re a little disappointed?!”

“No.” Qiao Yu lowered his voice. His heart was a mess. He couldn’t even organise a decent sentence.

“You can rest assured. I said I won’t do anything so I won’t do anything. What kind of person am I? It’s not like we only know each other for a day or two.” Feng Shou crossed his arms and spoke to him reasonably.

“I was just teasing you but you didn’t realise. I tease you a little and you cry. Have you seen a one metre eighty-six man huddle in bed crying? Although you are young, you’re almost eighteen! Look at you. Where is your manliness? Crying like a sissy.”

After saying this, Feng Shou froze. He realised that he had spoken too harshly. How can he call the other person a sissy?

He rubbed his nose with his index finger and tried to explain, “That, earlier I……….”

But he saw Qiao Yu poke his head out of the blankets like a little hamster and say, “I won’t cry anymore” The tone of his voice was quite firm.

Feng Shou scratched his chin and internally lamented: Why is he so cute ah.

Qiao Yu’s red eyes blinked a few times.

Feng Shou was temporarily rendered helpless by those little eyes. His throat moved and in a moment of anxiousness, “That I-I’m going to take a shower. You can continue with reviewing. There wasn’t any homework today. They just discussed the paper I gave you yesterday. Good night.”

Qiao Yu responded: “Okay. Okay, thank you. Good night.”

The video call was promptly hung up.

Feng Shou charged into the bathroom and took a shower.

A cold shower.

That night, Qiao Yu had a ‘spring’ dream. (KKnotes: AKA wet dream)

The two people in the video that entangled with each other were replaced with him and Feng Shou. He woke up gasping for air and stared at the reaction between his legs. It was still damp with desire. He shyly went and washed the damp underwear.