Want a hug

Jin Zhou was afraid that the smell of cigarettes would not dissipate completely, so he sprayed some perfume before going upstairs. He couldn't find Song Shuyang anywhere. Everyone else was concentrating on watching the fireworks and didn't notice where he had gone.

Guo Zixiu was not there either. Jin Zhou checked the rooms one by one along the corridor, starting from the first room after the stairs. His heart tightened every time he opened a door, and his mood was no different from playing with a revolver.

This is the last one.

He pushed open the door and saw Song Shuyang sitting on the bed in a daze in the dark, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is your partner?" he asked, leaning against the door.

His sudden voice startled Song Shuyang, who shuddered for a moment. Coming back from his trance, he muttered, "He's gone."

Jin Zhou turned on the light, and the bright light blinded Song Shuyang. He sat down beside the bed and asked him, "What are you doing? You look like you've just finished something."

Song Shuyang pushed him hard and said angrily, "Are you sick?"

He only lost his temper with Jin Zhou, but he was not the coward who was trembling on the bed just now.

Recalling the scene just now, he was still frightened. He felt a slight disgust towards Guo Zixiu, who had tried to force a kiss but failed. However, he did not have the same thought of "he is disgusting" as he had that night towards Jin Zhou. He was confused about everything that had happened in the past two months and subconsciously asked Jin Zhou for help: "Brother, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Hmm? Tell me about it."

Song Shuyang hung his head, sucking his fingers distractedly. "I think I should like Chen Xi, but I was so scared when she wanted to kiss me. Now I think I should like Guo Zixiu. Just now, when he wanted to kiss me... I almost slapped him to death."

"Don't suck your fingers," Jin Zhou scolded him lightly, and then asked him, "Why do you think you should like them?"

"I don't know how to reject them!" Song Shuyang was so annoyed that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He grabbed the sheets and raged at Jin Zhou. "One is the senior student I've been chatting with for a long time, and the other is my roommate who I see every day. How are we going to get along after I reject them? You don't understand at all!"

He changed the subject and hissed, "No, you should understand. Haven't you been pursued by your colleagues before?"

Jin Zhou was silent for a while and then said, "It really hurt when she hit me."

Song Shuyang was amused again. It was really embarrassing for an angry person to be amused. He turned his back and didn't want to pay any attention to Jin Zhou.

"Zizi, you have such a good personality. The outside world's feedback to you is that you are a good person, a warm man. You are so restricted by your own personality that you can't refuse someone who is even slightly enthusiastic pursuing you."

"What about you, Jin Zhou?"

Jin Zhou smiled and said, "I don't have any such worries. My external business persona is always that of a cool and aloof guy."

"Tsk, you're the only one who's so aloof."

It's really cool to some extent.

Song Shuyang turned around again, hugged his legs and leaned his face on his knees.

His voice was muffled. "I don't know what type I'm into right now. I don't even know what gender I'm into."

The woman tried it, the man tried it, and no matter how they tried, it felt awkward.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen. As an animal with a lower body, when faced with a good-looking person, you should have a reaction even if you don't like them that much.

"Then you try it first and see if you like boys or girls."

Song Shuyang was just about to ask him how to try this when his wrist was suddenly held very lightly by Jin Zhou. He watched as the hand with distinct finger bones and long knuckles guided him and touched his abdominal muscles.

Song Shuyang's breathing became heavier and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally.

Jin Zhou lowered his voice, "Now, suppose I'm an ordinary man with no relationship to you. Would you be disgusted by our contact like this?"

Song Shuyang nodded honestly, "A little bit."

"Describe it in detail. What does it feel like?"

"itch."

"Where does it itch?"

"It's just... around the waist, and also, there's a weird feeling in my heart."

Jin Zhou looked him in the eyes seriously, "Song Shuyang, I want you to describe it in more detail."

Facing such a Jin Zhou, he felt scared again, and his voice unconsciously became tearful, "I don't know..."

Jin Zhou helped him out, "Are you feeling depressed and wanting to withdraw your hand, but also wanting to continue exploring?"

Song Shuyang hesitated and said "hmm".

Immediately afterwards, Jin Zhou took his hand and touched it more firmly. Now his entire palm was covering his abdominal muscles through a thin layer of clothing, and he could even feel the temperature from this body.

Song Shuyang tried to pull his hand back, but Jin Zhou held him down tightly. He then asked, "What now?"

"It's so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, Jin Zhou, I don't recognize you anymore."

"Shh," Jin Zhou stretched out his index finger and placed it against his lips at a distance of one centimeter. "Don't think about who I am. Just tell me how you feel."

"My body... was very hot, my breath was hot, my heart was beating very fast, and I was very scared."

"Well, scared, what else?"

"I feel dizzy."

Jin Zhou let go of his hand, and Song Shuyang thought he had finally let him go. However, when he raised his head, he was completely stunned.

He took off his shirt.

Jin Zhou scolded him lightly: "Don't look up at my face, look below the neck."

After hearing what he said, Song Shuyang focused his attention on the male body with perfect muscle lines.

He suddenly remembered what the AI ​​said: [Users desire close contact with tall, powerful, mature men]

Jin Zhou's voice was low, like the slowly pouring sound of a cello. "Now tell me what you really think."

"When you see the body of this unknown, unfamiliar adult man in front of you, your truest thought is—"

Song Shuyang felt limp all over and his heart almost stopped beating.

He tried hard to brainwash himself, this was not Jin Zhou, this was a photo he saw in some random photo album.

He moved his lips.

Jin Zhou scolded him again: "Song Shuyang! Speak properly."

He was so scolded that his heart trembled and he could no longer deceive himself.

"I want...I want a hug..."

Maybe because Jin Zhou's aura today was different from usual, the moment the dream became reality, Song Shuyang's heart became clear instead. At that moment, he was very sure.

He is indeed a pure homosexual, and it seems that he is more inclined to be the one who receives the pleasure...

After coming out of Jin Zhou's arms, Song Shuyang's face turned a little red. He made eight hundred fake moves in a second to ease the embarrassment, but every time his face faded a little, his brain reminded him that he had just hugged Jin Zhou, and the red sea that had just receded began to rise again, and this cycle continued.

So he could only try to make the current atmosphere more brotherly and less gay, and deliberately patted Jin Zhou's butt boldly, "Nice body, bro."

Jin Zhou: “…”

As he put on his T-shirt, he said, "Don't feel too burdened. Sexual orientation is innate and no one can change it. Once you've determined it, don't try to harm girls."

Song Shuyang nodded obediently.

"Have a good sleep. I'm right next to you. Call me if you need anything."

"Um."

Jin Zhou stood up and looked at Song Shuyang, who was kneeling on the bed with tears in his eyes. He suppressed the urge to strike while the iron was hot and do something.

When he was hugged tightly, he didn't dare to move, not even to breathe hard, because he knew that once he responded, it would instantly destroy all the trust between them and make Song Shuyang fall into a state of confusion about his sexual orientation again.

In the end, he restrained himself and lifted up a small tuft of his hair, saying with disgust, "Okay, don't think about it anymore."

"I'm not even thinking about it!"

"Go to bed early, Zai Zai. It's already late. Think about it tomorrow."

"Also, happy 20th birthday, Song Shuyang."