Chapter 193 I felt like I had done an anaerobic exercise.

Bian Ji gently closed the door and changed her shoes.

As you pass through the entryway, the motion-sensor light automatically turns on, casting a warm yellow glow over the wooden floor, creating a particularly gentle effect.

Bian Ji had already mentally prepared himself to face a completely dark room.

The noise from the concert was still reverberating in his ears, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

Knowing that Lu Yinzhao had returned to their shared little home, it was as if a small pebble had fallen into the lake of his heart, rippling outwards from the center, creating concentric circles of waves.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room. The milky white lampshade softened the light into a cotton-like texture, gently covering the shadow of the person curled up on the sofa.

Lu Yinzhao was wrapped in a cat-patterned blanket that they had bought together last winter, her head leaning against the armrest.

The boy's wisps of hair on his forehead trembled slightly from his breath, and he was still clutching his phone in his right hand. The phone's display was always on, and the screen was not locked.

The above are all video information from Weibo about his concert confession.

Bian Ji smiled silently, squatted down in front of Lu Yinzhao, gently took the phone from his hand, and placed it on the coffee table.

Bian Ji could roughly guess Lu Yinzhao's feelings. He had been worried that he might have really scared her or made her angry, but now it seemed that he hadn't.

This guy... clearly cares about it too.

She even deliberately ignored his messages.

Bian Ji reached out, intending to pick up Lu Yinzhao around the waist and carry him into the bedroom.

The moment her hand touched her clothes, Lu Yinzhao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then he slowly opened his eyes...

Those eyes were still sleepy, blinking dazedly before slowly focusing on Bian Ji's face.

"You're back?" Lu Yinzhao rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

The boy's voice, just after waking up, was a little hoarse and soft. When Bian Ji heard it, her heart instantly melted into a pool of warm water, and her previous fatigue vanished.

"It's past midnight, it's quite late. Let me carry you back to your room to rest."

After Bian Ji finished speaking, he continued to complete the action he had not finished earlier.

Before Lu Yinzhao could react, she was already airborne, instinctively grabbing the other person's neck.

"..."

Lu Yinzhao watched silently as Bian Ji carried him into the bedroom.

The moment he put him down, Lu Yinzhao said, "What happened at the concert... was something you planned all along, wasn't it?"

"Um."

"They didn't even tell me."

"If you tell me, there won't be any surprise."

Lu Yinzhao jumped out of bed. "You're just scared! You have no idea that all the fans around me were looking for that person. They were glancing at me, and I was so panicked!"

Bian Ji's lips were always curled into a smile as he listened to Lu Yinzhao's long-winded rant.

"Zhao Zhao," Bian Ji suddenly called out.

"Huh? What?"

"Your injuries should be healed by now, right?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly changed.

Lu Yinzhao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. After a long while, he hummed softly and added, "The wound on your arm is just a shallow mark and won't affect your mobility at all."

To be fair, this 19-year-old recovers very quickly. After the stitches were removed, he was left with virtually no aftereffects. Although there is a scar now, the doctor said that if he continues to apply scar-removing medication for a period of time, it will gradually disappear.

Lu Yinzhao didn't care about these things, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter, as Bian Ji wouldn't dislike him because of it.

Have you washed up?

Lu Yinzhao continued to nod: "Mmm..."

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Um."

Lu Yinzhao seemed speechless. His heart was pounding, and his body seemed to know what was about to happen and was giving him a warning.

The moment the sound of water came from the bathroom, Lu Yinzhao quickly went online to review the "tutorial".

He put down his phone, took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily.

Then I did something decisively...

...

A moment later, the sound of water stopped, but the steam in the bathroom had not completely dissipated.

Bian Ji walked out, drying her half-dry hair, her upper body completely naked.

Looking at Lu Yinzhao, who had wrapped herself up like a little human hill on the bed, Bian Ji smiled and walked over.

"You're wrapped up so tightly, be careful you can't breathe."

While speaking, Bian Ji reached out his hand in that direction.

The man's fingertips first touched the cool corner of the blanket, and he just lifted a corner when he suddenly stopped.

The person in the blanket was lying on their side with their back to him, and the small orange lamp in the bedroom perfectly outlined the smooth lines of their back.

Bian Ji never expected that Lu Yinzhao would actually be down to just a pair of light gray cotton underwear.

The skin on his lower back was flushed with a light pink, and even the tips of his ears were tinged with a faint pink, like cherries soaked in warm water.

“Zhao Zhao, you…” Bian Ji’s heart stirred slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

In the past, when the two shared a bed, Lu Yinzhao always liked to wear loose pajamas. Such an open and honest demeanor was almost unheard of. Even if it was, it was only during Zhaozhao's childhood.

Lu Yinzhao's sudden action at this moment seemed to be... a somewhat clumsy initiative.

Lu Yinzhao turned her head away, her ears red, and impatiently urged, "Hurry up and come in. I'm so cold from keeping the blanket up!"

How can this person still be dazed when they're about to do *that* kind of thing?

Lu Yinzhao was still hesitating about whether to take off even the last layer of underwear, and struggled for a long time, when Bian Ji had already come out of the bathroom.

Without saying anything more, Bian Ji lay down directly, and the mattress sank slightly.

Suddenly, the two were enveloped in the same soft layer.

Bian Ji could sense that Lu Yinzhao's back tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment before returning to normal.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead, his palm slid over Lu Yinzhao's waist and abdomen, and with a little force, he flipped him over.

The two faced each other, extremely close.

Bian Ji pulled Lu Yinzhao into his arms and asked, "Are you sure you're really ready?"

Lu Yinzhao nodded: "Mm."

"Then I'll keep my promise."

Before Lu Yinzhao could reply, Bian Ji's lips descended, showering him with kisses that spread slowly from top to bottom.

The room quickly became hot and stuffy, with an ambiguous and passionate atmosphere in the air.

The night outside the window was pitch black, but the light inside the room never went out.

When the autumn wind blows, the leaves rustle and sway.

The slender branches in the low shrubs trembled gently, each time they were about to break but they grew and stood strong in the wind.

Bian Ji couldn't remember how many times he had turned the person around, but Lu Yinzhao had already lost all his strength.

When their noses touched, Bian Ji could see the moisture in Lu Yinzhao's eyes.

Looking at Zhao Zhao now, Bian Ji gently stroked his chin with his thumb, then lowered his head and kissed him without hesitation.

The moment their lips touched, Bian Ji could taste the lingering minty toothpaste flavor on his lips.

Lu Yinzhao's response was soft, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly, and her breathing became rapid again.

The room remained scorching hot until dawn.

In their warm little nest, there is only the joy of embracing each other and a tender affection that seems to want to meld each other into their very bones.

*

Lu Yinzhao slept until 3 p.m. before regaining consciousness.

His mind was completely blank, and his body was also blank.

It felt as if my limbs and bones no longer belonged to me.

The tutorial was a tutorial, but no one told him it would be this tiring.

If he had known it would be this tiring, he would have definitely gotten a good night's sleep first and recovered his strength before doing anything else.

He had a blast at the concert yesterday for several hours, and he was busy all day. Then he did this in the middle of the night, and his body just couldn't take it anymore.

He now greatly admires Bian Ji's energy.

You should know that putting on a concert is extremely tiring and demanding for a singer.

In the latter half of the night, Bian Ji actually got more and more excited, and Lu Yinzhao was practically spitting blood in his heart.

In the end, no matter how many times he shouted "stop," it was no use.

Because the man in front of him had become ruthless and impulsive, and so had he himself...

Completely following one's instincts, one gets trapped in that vortex and can't get out.

He was only in a daze, but he vaguely felt that there was someone next to him and that the sheets had been changed several times.

He had no recollection of what happened after that.

Lu Yinzhao opened her eyes and it took her a while to realize that the blanket covering her was not the same one as yesterday.

What a tragedy!!!

The door opened, and a familiar figure walked in.

"Zhaozhao, are you awake?"

Bian Ji took a glass of warm water, lifted Lu Yinzhao's head slightly, and slowly fed him the water.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Yinzhao kept a faint, indifferent look in his eyes, as if he were a living person with a hint of death.

Bian Ji felt embarrassed by Lu Yinzhao's gaze for the first time. She turned her eyes away and said, "Are you hungry? I've prepared some food for you. It's kept warm in the insulated box. If you don't want to get up, I'll bring it in for you."

Lu Yinzhao asked a surprising question: "Brother, did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Cough cough cough..." Bian Ji choked on a mouthful of saliva, then continued, "Zhao Zhao, let me help you get dressed."

Lu Yinzhao knew how "open" he was under the covers. He closed his eyes and sighed like an emperor, "Get out of here. I can dress myself."

Bian Ji: "..."

Seeing that Lu Yinzhao could still make fun of him at this moment, Bian Ji felt relieved.

Both were young men full of vigor, and their first time experiencing sex was inevitably a little excessive.

Bian Ji was also a little guilty. After it ended last night, he took a look and found that Zhao Zhao's body was covered in marks left by him.

Bian Ji silently left the room and went to the dining room to set up the food and dishes.

Lu Yinzhao propped himself up on his arms, his bones practically cracking, and his muscles aching.

He felt like he had undergone an anaerobic exercise.

I'm afraid I won't be able to return to school safely these next few days.

The red mark around her neck alone would scare her roommate to death.

Lu Yinzhao struggled to change his clothes and went to the restaurant like a walking corpse.

The thoughtful person even provided a thick, soft cushion for the seat.

Even so, Lu Yinzhao still hissed as he sat down.

Bian Ji pushed a bowl of tomato and egg soup in front of him, and Lu Yinzhao didn't stand on ceremony, immediately grabbing the bowl and starting to drink.

"Drink slowly. You missed brunch, so your stomach is empty right now. Don't eat too fast."

Mentioning this, Lu Yinzhao rolled her eyes at Bian Ji again.

"Did I want to miss brunch? You freak," she said irritably.

Bian Ji touched his nose and said fearlessly, "You were calling me 'Brother Ji' last night, how come you're turning your back on me now?"

Countless fragments flashed through Lu Yinzhao's mind; he simply couldn't believe how he had managed to utter those words back then.

When people are in a position of power, they are capable of anything.

Lu Yinzhao didn't want to think about those things anymore, so she chose to fill her stomach first and restore her body's energy.

He's going to slack off today, so I have to cater to him all day long!

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Author's Note: Zhao Zhao: One act of bravery resulted in a month of self-isolation [shrug]