CH 51

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51 – Confidential Conversations With Gay Friends

Translator: tamago

Editor: Yin

Liu Xiaochang, a successful man with experience surpassing everyone in this room, humbly asked the two laymen for advice.

“While in the moment, have you ever cried because you were too happy?”

After he asked, the whole dormitory fell into silence.

Fang Mo and Xu Xiran, feeling at a complete loss and lacking in confidence, did not even dare to look at each other.

“Hello? Hello hello?” Liu Xiaochang was a little embarrassed, “Talk to me.”

Xu Xiran looked dumbfounded and licked his lips: “…Is this topic a little too personal?”

Clearly, he had nothing to share and only wanted to hear him out.

”We can’t talk about it?” Liu Xiaochang tilted his head.

Although he knew it was not his original intention and it was very inconsistent with what he wanted to discuss at the moment, that movement matched his appearance, and it looked like he was showing off his cuteness. Fang Mo loosened up for a moment and was unexpectedly affected by his cuteness.

He coughed loudly, “I think… Your partner probably doesn’t want you to share this with others…”

Hearing this, Liu Xiaochang immediately frowned, feeling embarrassed: “You think so? That’s true… nevermind.”

After he finished speaking, he lay down and quickly sighed.

Fang Mo thought that he was trying to show off, but looking at his current appearance, it seems that he was not. He was unavoidably curious and while he was in his thoughts, Xu Xiran opened his mouth.

“Did you encounter any problems? Tell us and let everyone give you some ideas.”

Fang Mo couldn’t help but look to his side. This straight guy friend was too interested in the taboo topics among gay men.

Liu Xiaochang immediately sat up, opened his mouth, closed it again, then hesitated for a few seconds and spoke again: “Eh, it’s like this, I have a friend…”

Fang Mo looked at Xu Xiran, and found that Xu Xiran was also looking back at him. Then the two nodded in unison with tacit understanding.

“Oh, what happened with your friend?”

“He recently had a very exciting night.” Liu Xiaochang lowered his head, pointing his fingers together as he spoke, with a trace of unconcealable excitement in his tone, “But… something confusing happened during the moment.”

“Do tell?”

Fang Mo dragged his seat in front of him, sat down, and took out the unfinished seaweed from last time out of the drawer, and planned on eating it while listening.

“It’s just that, at the time, the other kept crying and crying,” Liu Xiaochang said, “The tears wouldn’t stop. It was hard to tell whether he was truly sad or if it felt too good.”

After he said this, there was only the sound of eating seaweed in the air.

Liu Xiaochang looked at them, felt a little embarrassed, then lowered his head and continued to add: “My friend is… quite confident in this realm… So he had always thought that he did too well… But thinking about it more, it is a little strange… If you really feel so happy that you cry, you should feel very satisfied, right? Why would you have such an unfriendly attitude the moment you get up and put on your pants?”

He finally finished saying everything and blushed as he raised his head to look at Fang Mo, who was right in front of him: “What do you guys think?”

Fang Mo opened his mouth, and his hand holding the seaweed froze in mid-air, motionless and silent.

Liu Xiaochang shifted his gaze to Xu Xiran.

Xu Xiran suddenly laid down, and reached out his hand to support his forehead: “What’s going on? I seem to have a fever again, my head hurts so much.”

Liu Xiaochang looked back at Fang Mo again.

Fang Mo had no other choice. He carefully put down the seaweed, and then asked tentatively, “Do you think you really did hurt this person?”

Liu Xiaochang lowered his head and fell into deep thought. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses and raised his head: “It’s my friend!”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Liu Xiaochang’s expression gradually loosened and finally gave up: “Okay fine, it’s me.”

“Actually, you can just ask this person these questions,” Fang Mo said, “Do you guys not have any other means of communication besides physically?”

Liu Xiaochang sighed: “The physical communication was too intense, I didn’t pay attention.”

“…What about after it was over?” Fang Mo said, “You can use your mouth to do some serious business, right? Didn’t you ask?”

Fang Mo bet that a person like Liu Xiaochang would definitely confidently ask Yang Lin after waking up if he was big, hot and awesome.

“I asked, of course I asked. But he seemed very unwilling to talk with me. I thought he was just being shy,” Liu Xiaochang said. “After all, although he cried a lot during the physical action, in other places he was still… still quite honest. It was not until I came back that I realized something felt wrong… I’m worried if he really was unhappy.”

Fang Mo almost came up with an image in his mind. He shook his head, trying to clear it immediately.

“He hasn’t responded to the message I sent him.” Liu Xiaochang frowned.

Fang Mo felt that he might have been infected by Xu Xiran’s influence, and after a moment of deduction, he came up with a reasoning that he thought was very credible.

The two of them got angry and then after getting a room, they fought for three hundred rounds, and Yang Lin was very happy all night. Then once they woke up, and Yang Lin faced Liu Xiaochang’s self-satisfied attitude and his questioning, he couldn’t keep himself from losing face, and became angry from embarrassment.

He thought for a while, and then he had an idea: “There is a way that maybe we can know how he felt yesterday.”

Liu Xiaochang immediately asked: “What way?”

“If he ignores you, then you don’t go looking for him either,” Fang Mo said. “In a week or so, when he has pretty much recovered, you can contact him again and ask him…”

“What?”

Fang Mo lowered his voice, sneaking: “Just ask him if he wants another date.”

“……”

Liu Xiaochang didn’t say a word. There were also some noises from the bed behind Fang Mo.

“If he still ignores you, then it really may have felt bad for him,” Fang Mo said, “If he agrees… then you’ll know.”

Liu Xiaochang clearly understood. His expression became a little unnatural: “But in this case, wouldn’t our relationship become…”

Xu Xiran, who had been lying on Fang Mo’s bed pretending to be dead for a good while, suddenly said, “Do you like him?”

Liu Xiaochang pursed his lips and remained silent.

His appearance looked like he wanted to be comforted, Fang Mo couldn’t help but feel soft-hearted, but didn’t know what to say to console him. After struggling for a while, he handed out a piece of seaweed.

“Want one?”

Liu Xiaochang reached out to take it and then sighed.

“Think positively,” Fang Mo tried to give him a little confidence, “It was probably because it felt too good that he cried.”

“That’s not a good way of thinking,” Liu Xiaochang frowned, “Doesn’t this mean that he doesn’t like me at all?”

Fang Mo’s heart was suddenly touched. He would rather believe that his skills were poor. Liu Xiaochang may be more serious about Yang Lin than he thought.

“Would you cry if it felt too good?” The distressed Liu Xiaochang asked the big question again without warning.

Fang Mo took a deep breath, then shook his head cautiously: “No, probably not.”

After he finished speaking, he looked back subconsciously, and unexpectedly met eyes with Xu Xiran.

Xu Xiran was looking at him in thought.

The eyes of the two were deadlocked for less than two seconds until Xu Xiran pulled Fang Mo’s blanket completely over his head.

“My head hurts so much,” He said sullenly under the blanket.

Fang Mo’s mind was in a mess, and he turned around in a daze, only to find that Liu Xiaochang was looking at his phone screen in surprise.

“He responded,” he said.

“What?” Fang Mo immediately stretched his neck, “What did he say?”

“I asked him if he was not feeling well,” Liu Xiaochang said, “And he said that he was fine, and told me not to worry.”

After he finished speaking, he put down his mobile phone and looked relieved: “As long as he’s fine then that’s good.”

Fang Mo immediately hated that iron could not be made into steel: “You’re stupid! Do you think if he says it’s fine, then it’s fine? If you like him, then hurry up and care for him!”

Liu Xiaochang hesitated: “How do I care for him? What do I say? Does it still hurt?”

Fang Mo was exasperated: “Do you know where he is now? If you know, go to him. Caring for him is more sincere than sending a message.”

Liu Xiaochang was a little demented: “Ah? But I don’t know.”

Behind him was Xu Xiran’s muffled laughter.

Fang Mo was exhausted and pointed at his phone: “Then go ask him!”

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Liu Xiaochang fiddled with his phone for a while, and quickly left the dormitory.

Before he left, he thanked Fang Mo and Xu Xiran, and at the same time showed a subtle smile.

“Let’s talk again sometime,” he said.

Xu Xiran looked up at the ceiling, Fang Mo looked down at the concrete floor, and no one responded until they heard the sound of closing the door.

If Liu Xiaochang and Yang Lin were to really be together, Fang Mo would be happy to see it happen. In the beginning, one wanted to top Xu Xiran and the other wanted to be bottomed by Xu Xiran, but now that the extra Xu Xiran was removed, they would a perfect match for each other.

“I used to think he was a very sophisticated and all-knowing person,” he sighed to Xu Xiran, “I don’t know if I was too blind or if he was too good at putting on airs back then.”

Xu Xiran had already lifted his blanket, and turned his head and squinted at him, but didn’t speak.

“What are you doing?” Fang Mo felt awkward.

Xu Xiran raised his hand and pointed at the corner of his eye: “People with moles here like to cry.”

Fang Mo quickly came back to his senses, his face was red, and he tried to stare at him: “You are sick!”

“It’s true,” Xu Xiran said, “My wife is like that.”

Fang Mo sat down with his back facing him: “Who is your wife!”

“Xiaoyao,” Xu Xiran said in a natural tone, “You don’t even remember who my wife is? Do you have a fever too?”

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, and soon lost his temper.

“You don’t even remember what you said when you were fevered dumb this morning,” he said loudly, “You said Xiaoyao is a fake wife and you don’t want a fake wife.”

Xu Xiran didn’t make a sound.

Fang Mo couldn’t help but turn his head and found that this guy was in a daze.

“Really?” he asked, “Then who is my real wife?”

Fang Mo stood up: “You’ve been single all day long that you learned how to fantasize. Go back to your room and don’t lie on my bed.”

Xu Xiran sat up reluctantly: “You are so mean to me. I’m still sick.”

As soon as he showed weakness, Fang Mo couldn’t help but soften his heart.

In any case, he would definitely have to help Xu Xiran bring dinner later, and it wouldn’t be too late to drive him back after eating, so he might as well let him sleep here for a bit.

Just as he was thinking, Xu Xiran stood up and walked slowly to the other side of the bedroom.

“Is this mine?” He said, took his coat from the hanger at the end of Fang Mo’s bed, held it in his hand and looked at it.

Alarm bells rang in Fang Mo’s heart. Before he could stop him, Xu Xiran had already found the location of the zipper.

“It’s not broken? Isn’t it working fine…” He glanced at Fang Mo while talking, “If it’s not broken, I’ll take it back.”

Fang Mo was unhappy, but couldn’t find an excuse to stop him.

“Whatever you want.” After he finished speaking, he turned around and lay down where Xu Xiran had just been lying down, “Take your coat and go.”

Xu Xiran looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then hung up his coat.

“Nevermind, if you like it, I’ll give it to you,” he said.

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then was overwhelmed by shame: “No. I didn’t mean to lie to you about your coat, I…”

He just wanted to trick Xu Xiran on purpose to have his coat, but not because he liked his coat, but because he liked Xu Xiran.

Xu Xiran laughed: “You look good in it.”

“……”

“This is one of the few clothes from this brand that I could get my hands on,” Xu Xiran said, sitting on the edge of the bed, “My mom bought it for me. This brand seems to be quite famous, right?”

He didn’t recognize it, but Fang Mo did. It was a trendy brand that has just become popular abroad in recent years. It was not sold in China, so it could only be purchased from others and was quite difficult to buy. It was not very expensive but not cheap either.

Xu Xiran probably saw that he liked to dress well, and he defaulted that he would like this style.

Fang Mo didn’t want to be misunderstood by him as being greedy for some small gains, nor was he willing to give up this great opportunity. He struggled for a while, then climbed off the bed: “Otherwise… I’ll change it with you. My cabinet is over there. You can see if you like anything in it, and take whatever you like.”

“No need,” Xu Xiran said with a smile, “Your clothes are all so flashy, and I can’t find anything to match them. You wear such strange clothes.”

Fang Mo didn’t want to give up the chance to let Xu Xiran wear his clothes. He dragged him to the closet and opened the door: “There are simpler styles too. Here, for example, this one. It won’t be tight for you to wear.”

Just as he was about to take out his clothes and force Xu Xiran to try them on, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

It was Zou Shun.

“Take it!” Fang Mo couldn’t help but stuff the clothes into Xu Xiran’s arms before pressing the answer button.

He had a bad premonition in his heart. If he were in his situation and everything went well, he would never have the time or thought to call Zou Shun.

Sure enough, Zou Shun’s tone on the other end of the phone sounded extremely depressed.

“Momo, what should I do,” he said, “I can’t find him.”