Song Mu entered Ye Xun’s home with a skip in his step. He clenched his phone, wondering if he should run to his room and quickly text Ren Yi. But would that make him too needy?
As he got lost in his good mood and wandering question, a voice spoke near him, causing Song Mu to scream and jump. The scream was embarrassing as he let out a high-pitch one.
“Did Xian Bo’s makeover make a difference?” Yao Wen asked, ignoring the scream from before. Honestly, he blocked it out.
Song Mu scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks were red due to embarrassment from his scream. Although, it didn’t ruin his happiness over having Ren Yi’s number. “Ah, yeah?” His word came off as a question because there was a slight problem—which he will block out.
But, he did end up with his crush’s number in the end. “Ren Yi gave me his number.”
“That’s good.” Yao Wen nodded before continuing, “You should text him tomorrow. Make him wonder when you are going to text, don’t seem too needy.”
Yao Wen seemed to have answered his question for him. But, even though he heard it, he could not stop the way his fingers itched to message Ren Yi. Maybe, he should lock his phone away from him the rest of the day.
“I can guess what you are thinking; you must learn patience. When Xian Bo and I first met, I had to teach them patience because they are always ready to jump someone’s bones. I mean, they were a sex enthusiast, and I was supposedly someone innocent.
“It was funny when we first had sex, and I tied them down, slowly riding them while not letting them take any con—”
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“I think that is enough storytime.” Song Mu quickly cut off Yao Wen, fearing where this conversation was going. He already had a car ride with Xian Bo talking about their sexual experiences; he doesn’t need to hear more from Yao Wen.
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Before Song Mu could say anything, Chang Min walked into the room, typing on his phone while drinking from a juice box. Noticing stares on him, Chang Min glanced up. “Oh, how was your day? And where is your cardigan?” He asked Song Mu.
“I left it in the car, and I ended up with Ren Yi’s number.” Song Mu replied, feeling that his favorite author had saved him from a continued conversation with Yao Wen. Yao Wen did give him some good advice, but he feels like the man would tell him another erotic story.
Chang Min congratulated him, “Oh, that’s good! You should wait until you text him, though. Once you don’t train patience with someone, your lover will keep trying to get you in bed. Ye Xun wakes me up almost every morning with his hand down my—”
Song Mu blocked out Chang Min, changing his mind. There is no saving in this house. Everyone here is so out of place; he almost wants to cry. But then again, he has never grown up around ordinary people.
His father is a muscle head, his mother is a hobbyist on anything she could get her hands on (she is the jack of all trades at this point), and when he did find a friend, they were always weird.
Now, he lives with people who are so different from the image they show the public. They are incredible and hardworking. But behind doors, Song Mu questions their sanity.
“I would recommend trying a system with Ye Xun, but I notice that he could get very seductive if he wanted to.” He heard Yao Wen comment as he tuned in the conversation again.
Chang Min groaned, agreeing with Yao Wen, “He is like temptation walking; a forbidden fruit.”
Song Mu slowly backed away from the conversation, making sure he stayed silent as he walked back to his room. He would rather stay away from the conversation between them.
Once he entered his room, Song Mu set his phone on his bed before entering the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower. When he felt the water was warm, he stepped in, letting the water wash over him.
He grabbed his soap, rubbing it over his body until he stopped near his stomach, remembering Ren Yi’s touch there. Song Mu bit his lip, ignoring his reaction; he could still feel Ren Yi’s fingers on him.
Leaning to the side, Song Mu kept telling himself he would not masturbate to Ren Yi. Every time he would have a wet dream about the man, he would ignore his reactions. But, now, it was difficult since Ren Yi touched him.
And the way Ren Yi looked at him with begging eyes, asking for him to take off his pants, had his fingers twitching. His hand slowly slipped towards his stiff member, almost touching until he stopped himself.
His breathing was erratic as he bit his bottom lip harder while thinking of anything to calm his throbbing reaction. He closed his eyes, picturing things he hated until he felt himself growing flaccid. It took a couple of minutes before he calmed down.
Song Mu took another second before he started cleaning himself again; this time, he moved faster, ensuring his reactions did not take over him again.
When he finished, he stepped out of the shower, drying himself. He entered his room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck,” Song Mu screamed again, holding his towel tight when he saw Xian Bo sitting on his bed. He swears the couple is trying to make him have a heart attack. His rapid beating heart could not take any more scares.
“I heard that you got Ren Yi’s number.” Xian Bo greeted, barely fazed by Song Mu’s semi-naked body. They had seen it before when they woke him up for shopping, so they did not have any more compliments to give.
“Yes, I did.” Song Mu responded, wondering if he should get his underwear or not. He did not want to drop his towel in front of Xian Bo. “Can you get out, please?” He is going to have to lock his door from now on.
“I will if you send me his number. I would love for him to make some clothes for me.” Xian Bo negotiated. Honestly, they wanted to stay longer because Song Mu’s expressions were funny. They love messing with people.
Song Mu did not know if Ren Yi would like him to give his number out. But he knew Xian Bo would not leave without him agreeing. So, he did. “Okay, I will. So, can you please go?”
Xian Bo laughed as they stood up, “You’re awesome. You should also send some shirtless pics to Ren Yi; anybody would appreciate your body.”
“Xian Bo!”
“I’m walking out; I’m walking out.” The door closed once Xian Bo walked out.
Song Mu rubbed his face; Xian Bo really knew how to do the impossible, like affect his excited mood. How could he send a shirtless pic to Ren Yi? That is beyond embarrassing.
You’ll do it sooner or later don’t worry 🤭
Haha that’s what I was thinking! The idea is going to sink in and stay there 😄