Thirty seconds later, Sheng Renxing sat up on the bed, staring at him blankly with an irritated expression.
It took a long time before he actually woke up and was able to use his brain to formulate a response: “You’re so childish!”
Xing Ye turned on his phone while keeping his face blank, saying: “It’s 8:46.” His other hand was pointing to the bathroom.
Sheng Renxing ruffled his hair, rubbed his face vigorously, and then felt more awake, swaying out of bed to go and wash.
When Xing Ye saw that he had entered the bathroom, he lowered his eyes to look at his phone.
The text just now had been from Huang Mao, saying that there was a traffic jam so he might be late.
Lu Zhaohua followed the text with a [plus one].
Within five minutes, Jiang Jing also texted: [plus one].
Cui Xiaoxiao was speechless: [You guys can’t even bother to find another excuse?]
Huang Mao was the first to squeak: [Excuse me, I’m actually stuck in traffic, want me to take a picture for you?]
Usually, when the five of them agreed to meet up, this sort of thing didn’t happen – if you were going to be late, it would be enough to just show up later and tell everyone a few minutes before. Sometimes you wouldn’t even need to say it.
But this time it wasn’t just the five of them – there were also girls, and people like Chen Ying who they didn’t know very well, so naturally, they cared more about their image.
Jiang Jing: [Who are you calling fake?]
Huang Mao: [Are you lying again? I still haven’t heard the sound of the door to your house opening.]
Jiang Jing: [Do you fucking listen to my family all day long?]
Dong Qiu: [How do you know that his door hasn’t opened if you’re stuck in traffic?]
…….
Several people were making a fuss in the group chat, and Cui Xiaoxiao couldn’t bear it any longer: [Xiao Ting and I have already arrived, we are waiting for you all! Who can tell me that they will be on time?]
The group immediately quietened down.
None of them could arrive on time.
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Xing Ye estimated the time it would take for him and Sheng Renxing to get there, and typed in the group: [Sheng Renxing and I will be late.]
Before anyone could reply, he followed it with [Who wants us to bring breakfast by the way?]
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After the shouting was over, the group fell silent again, and Cui Xiaoxiao asked once more: [Is anyone here yet?]
After a while, Chen Ying replied: [I’m here…]
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Xing Ye put down his phone, raising his eyes just as Sheng Renxing came out of the bathroom – he had wiped his face using a piece of toilet paper and swept over his half-wet bangs in an attempt to dry it.
As soon as he came out, he saw that Xing Ye was still sitting down, on his phone. He walked over and sat down with one leg bent on the bed. Wiping his hair, he asked,
“What time is it?”
Xing Ye glanced at his hair: “8:56.”
“…” Sheng Renxing figured that it would take at least ten minutes to get there. “Who’s there already?”
“Cui Xiaoxiao, her friend, and Chen Ying.” Xing Ye scrolled through the chat records.
“Chen Ying’s there?” Sheng Renxing was slightly stunned, half-turning around to get his phone.
Sure enough, a series of messages had been sent by Chen Ying to him, asking when he would arrive – the feeling of burning eyebrows was beyond words.
He opened QQ, glancing at their chat records, then replied to Chen Ying: [Will take around twenty minutes, do you want me to bring breakfast for you?]
Chen Ying replied instantly, as if he hadn’t left his phone: [Just get two of whatever you buy.]
Sheng Renxing threw his phone on the bed after reading the message, the phone bouncing on the quilt, and got up to change his clothes.
This time, he was only going to Wuhu Fangte and he would be back the same day, so he didn’t need to bring anything in particular, except for money.
As he dug out various t-shirts and sweatpants from his closet, he suddenly realised that he had no idea what the weather was like today.
Wei Huan had bought the curtain, and it was particularly suitable for sleeping in – when they were closed, the sun was no use.
Sheng Renxing turned to check the weather outside, and when he turned back round, he saw Xing Ye half-leaning on the headboard of the bed, still on his phone. The old god looked as though he was ready to fall asleep.
He chucked his clothes at him: “Wake up.”
Xing Ye caught them, looking up at him.
“You didn’t spend last night messing around with your phone, did you?” Sheng Renxing walked over to the bed to examine him.
Xing Ye stayed looking at him with no energy.
He then rubbed his face, urging him noncommittally: “Hurry up.”
Sheng Renxing didn’t move – he stayed looking at him.
Xing Ye, who didn’t know why: “?”
The two held eye contact for a while, when Sheng Renxing suddenly took off the shirt he had worn to sleep in.
Xing Ye: “…”
Sheng Renxing threw his clothes on the bed, put his hand on the elastic waistband of his trousers, and raised his chin at Xing Ye both teasingly and provocatively.
Xing Ye’s eyes circled his bare chest and abdomen and flinched a little, as if he wanted to get away, but when he looked at Sheng Renxing’s minute reaction, he sat back down.
He then raised his eyebrows at him with his arms folded, signalling for him to do as he pleased.
Originally, Sheng Renxing had seen that Xing Ye hadn’t stood up, so he had taken the opportunity to kick him out. Who knew that Xing Ye wouldn’t play his cards according to the routine – he was riding a tiger: he stiffened, and the elastic band his hand was on now felt like a minefield.
He was the one flirting, so why should it be him that was so shy!
He had what he had, what was there to be ashamed of? Besides, his figure wasn’t shameful!
The most important thing was, if he admitted defeat first, he definitely would not be able to hold on after that!
With that thought on his mind, he gritted his teeth, bowed his head slightly, and took off his pyjama pants with a “What is this?” expression. Still looking away from Xing Ye, he quickly put on his trousers – by this time, though he had tried his best to keep his face indifferent, the blush had already spread from his ears to his neck, a clear crimson colour.
After he put them on, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and went to pick up the shirt that Xing Ye was currently holding. However, Xing Ye didn’t let go after he tugged.
As soon as Xing Ye drew, Sheng Renxing drew back.
Sheng Renxing quietly looked at Xing Ye’s expression while putting on his t-shirt.
But by then, Xing Ye had already lowered his head to play with his mobile phone again.
Sheng Renxing was instantly flooded with unwillingness.
He squinted, then suddenly pounced, stuffing his cold hand down the collar of Xing Ye’s shirt.
Though Xing Ye was startled, he reacted quickly, stopping him.
The two rolled around on the bed a few times, the quilt thrown to the ground. After Xing Ye pressed him down, restraining him, he rubbed his face hard, declaring victory before standing up calmly.
“Stop playing. We’re late.”
Sheng Renxing: “…” Who started it first?
He stayed where he was on the bed, staring at Xing Ye while taking a few breaths, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: “Why are you blushing?”
Xing Ye paused, “How am I blushing?” with an angry look on his face.
Then Xing Ye looked at him from top to bottom, and, just when Sheng Renxing thought that he wouldn’t be able to answer, he heard Xing Ye say: “The waist is good.”
After he spoke, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Sheng Renxing was stunned for a while, the blush that had just receded making a comeback. He then scolded the empty room quietly: “Where are you looking!”
He laid fully on the bed, looking out the window. It was still cloudy outside, but the sun was pouring into his heart.
Thinking about it, he happily reached for his phone, preparing to take a photo to record the moment –
This was Xing Ye’s first time taking the initiative since the arena.
After blindly patting the bed for a while, Sheng Renxing suddenly realised that something was wrong.
He suddenly sat up straight, and stared at the mobile phone that was half-covered by the quilt laying on the ground. The screen was covered in cracks.
Sheng Renxing: “…”
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thanks for the chapter <3
Never failed to leave me giggling screaming alone in my room congrats.
oh no the phone!! XD, anyways ty for the translation!!!
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️