“Lin, your friend is drunk.” Upon seeing Lin Zhou walking here, the bartender hurriedly commented.
Lin Zhou briefly scanned Zhang Jing, flicked his forehead, and asked in his ear, “Yo! It’s closing time! Can you still wake up?”
Zhang Jing uttered something, but didn’t move an inch.
Lin Zhou, slightly frustrated, looked behind him since a little one was hurriedly searching for his attention. He smiled at him to pacify him, and then looked back at the extremely drunk Zhang Jing.
“Bruh,” Lin Zhou booted Zhang Jing’s chair. “If you can’t drink then drink less!”
Lin Zhou pondered for a bit and walked over to the little one to tell him something. To show his disinclination, he slightly bit his lips. Lin Zhou, grabbing his chin, leaned forward and kissed his lips.
After some brief sentences, Zhang Jing continued to be as drunk as a puddle of mud.
When Lin Zhou was carrying Zhang Jing home, he was mumbling about his dizziness. As soon as Lin Zhou opened the door, he threw Zhang Jing on the sofa before taking off his own shoes. Then he reached into his pockets to make sure that both his phone and wallet were still there, since there was one time where everything in his pockets fell out as he carried the drunk Lin Zhou home.
Zhang Jing fell asleep the moment he turned over on the sofa.
Lin Zhou cursed a little and took off his shoes for him. Same with his clothes and pants. But as Lin Zhou unbuckled his belt, he seemed to react to it, so he immediately held his belt’s buckle and opened his eyes.
“Holy! You’re so alert,” Lin Zhou leaned his face towards him. “Look closely. Recognize this face. If I wanted to do something, you would’ve been dead by now.”
Lin Zhou can’t tell if he recognized him or not, but at least he loosened his hand from his belt.
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Lin Zhou took off all his clothes except for his underwear. Seeing Zhang Jing’s long legs, he sneered and felt Zhang Jing’s thighs. Feeling this, Zhang Jing slightly twitched and moved his hands. Lin Zhou is actually quite familiar with how his thighs feel, since he had done this numerous times when Zhang Jing was drunk.
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But after Lin Zhou carried him to the hotel room and showered him, he backed out. He hugged Lin Zhou’s neck to look intensely at his face, and firmly refused to continue. Lin Zhou was so confused and thought, “Did he just play me?” But before he even took action, Zhang Jing hugged himself closely and sobbed as if the whole world was doomed.
So that night Lin Zhou didn’t touch this fresh hunk.
But throughout these years, Zhang Jing had always been his favorite. He had the perfect appearance: he looked neither feminine nor weak, he had a perfect body due to consistent athletics, and his two long legs especially attracted his attention and affection.
But Lin Zhou just never had the will to actually do it.
While Lin Zhou was recalling his feelings and controlling his temptations, Zhang Jing was unaware and continued to sleep comfortably. Zhang Jing flipped around, grabbed a body pillow, and rubbed against it. Lin Zhou’s pupils darkened upon seeing the line from his shoulder blade to his waist and then to his calf—this perfect figure makes him really tempted.
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth, muttered a curse word, and walked to the bathroom to shower. After he came out, he threw a warm blanket to Zhang Jing. If there’s meat within proximity yet he’s not eating, even the wolf becomes a rabbit.
That night Zhang Jing had a dream.
The sunset colored the entire basketball court with a golden light: Everyone was surrounded by a golden ring. As the guys sweated, their sweat droplets fell on the floor carefreely.
After Zhang Jing received the ball from his teammate, he shifted his pressure to his ankles and performed a fadeaway jump shot. His three-pointer ball steadily fell from the hoop to the floor. He bumped his shoulders with his teammates’, and everyone had a grin and fresh vitality.
Zhang Jing found the most handsome face in the crowd winking at him, so he proudly raised his chin back at that face. That person ran in his direction to quickly whisper in his ears, “Baby you’re so talented.”
Hearing that made Zhang Jing’s entire heart melt.
Afterwards Zhang Jing began to look at him every time he scored, and he responded with thumbs ups. His eyes carried pride for his lover, respect, and overfilling, enthusiastic love.
The game was won without a doubt. Inside the changing room, Zhang Jing hugged the guy’s waist, and asked with a smile, “Am I handsome?”
The guy held Zhang Jing’s nape and ruthlessly bit on his lips, “You’re so handsome that I couldn’t even focus on the ball.”
Zhang Jing playfully criticized him for saying that.
Young lovers: sweating together on the same court, recounting each other’s highlights off the field, teasing each other for accidentally lifting their clothes and showing their waists while jumping.
“Maybe you shouldn’t play basketball in the future. Are you trying to make everyone fall in love with you?” The guy raised his thick eyebrows while pressing Zhang Jing onto his shoulder.
Zhang Jing bit on his arm, then curled his lips and asked, “Why should I care if others love me? But does the one I love love me back?”
“So, do you love me?” From the bottom of his heart, Zhang Jing said the name of the person he adores, “Ji DongXun.”
The guy firmly kissed his lips to show his answer.
In the dream, the two young boys wished to crush the other so that they could fit into one body. Their intense love undulated until they were fluttering, even if this is just a dream.
……
“You’re still sleeping?”
Lin Zhou unrestrainedly kicked Zhang Jing’s butt, “Our house’s sofa is completely dirtied by your vomit, and yet you’re still sleeping.”
Zhang Jing crossed his eyebrows and woke up.
The love in his dream was overly rich and pure, so the contrast between his dream and reality caused an empty hole the size of his fist. A pitch dark, bottomless hole.
Zhang Jing closed his eyes again, and couldn’t speak for a long time.
“Stop pretending to be dead,” Lin Zhou squatted down and tapped Zhang Jing’s face. “So you’re now addicted to drinking at my bar cuz you’ve done it so much? After you’re done drinking you just safely fall asleep there knowing that someone will carry you home. Hey let me ask you, what do I earn from doing all this?”
Zhang Jing flipped to his other side and faced the sofa, not wanting to respond.
“Wow!” Lin Zhou stopped talking to him, got up, and walked to the restroom.
Expressionlessly, Zhang Jing opened his eyes and gazed at his hand: On the back of his hand is a group of tiny scars that became a bunch of white dots after many years.
He slowly clenched his fist, and pressed his heart with this same wounded hand.
Four whole years. It wasn’t enough to fill the hole in his heart.
aww poor guy. He was really scarred by previous relationship (how could you, ML!!)
I’m really curious what kind of misunderstanding happened between them. They seemed to be crazy about each other.
Thanks for this chapter.