Chapter 28 Chapter 28 "Brother Shuyu, close your eyes."...
There was a sound of water splashing in the bathroom, and soon it stopped.
The door opened, and Lu Hean only half-poked out, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms. Drops of water slid down his slightly damp hair, dripping onto his collarbone, leaving a faint, shimmering mark.
He had a pure and harmless smile on his face, his eyes sparkling: "Brother Shuyu, ok, come in and wash up."
Pei Shuyu sat on the sofa, his hands splayed across his knees. His palms were sweaty, and he kept unconsciously rubbing them against his pants. Hearing Lu Hean's call, he clenched his fists like a robot with a switch flicked on, stood stiffly, and moved forward step by step.
"I myself..." Pei Shuyu still wanted to fight for himself.
Before he could even utter the word "wash", Lu He'an didn't give him a chance to refuse. His bony hand, damp from the bathroom, quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Pei Shuyu only felt a powerful force pulling him forward. He had no time to react and was dragged into the bathroom by that force.
"Bang!"
The bathroom door closed softly behind him, blocking out everything outside.
The air was filled with warm steam, like a hazy veil, blurring the cold edges of the tiles and the air between the two people.
The freshly poured hot water ripples slightly in the bathtub, emitting warm steam.
Pei Shuyu stumbled and nearly fell into Lu Hean's arms. He subconsciously used his injured hand to push against it, and the sharp pain made him groan. Then he was surrounded by Lu Hean's aura.
It's a refreshing licorice and woody scent mixed with water vapor, and a hint of... an extremely faint, indescribable sense of oppression.
Pei Shuyu couldn't remember what the smell was for a moment, but he felt that he had smelled it before and it was a little familiar.
Lu Hean released his wrist and moved slightly to the side to make way for the bathtub. There was even just the right amount of concern on his face: "Brother Shuyu, be careful, the floor is slippery."
Pei Shuyu stood firm, not daring to look Lu Hean in the eye. His gaze hurriedly swept over the smooth tile floor and the steaming bathtub, and finally stopped at his own clothes. He felt that they were out of place in this sparkling clean bathroom.
"Brother Shuyu, what are you staring at?" Lu Hean's voice was particularly clear in the humid air, even with a hint of coquettishness at the end. He reached out to pull Pei Shuyu's clothes, "Let me help you. You'll catch a cold if the moisture dissipates."
Pei Shuyu flinched back as if scalded, his back nearly hitting the cold tile wall. "No need!" His voice trembled slightly, even with a hint of subtle panic. "I can really do it myself! You...you go out..."
"Brother Shuyu, is your hand okay? Let me do it." Lu Hean seemed to be completely unaware of his resistance. Instead, he moved closer, his fingers nimbly grasping the buttons of Pei Shuyu's clothes, pretending to unbutton them.
"Really... no need... Lu Hean!" Pei Shuyu raised his voice a little, with a hint of warning, and he subconsciously grabbed Lu Hean's wrist.
The boy's wrist had distinct joints and the skin was warm. Pei Shuyu's heart skipped a beat, as if he'd been electrocuted. He wanted to shake it off, but it felt too deliberate, so he could only hold on stiffly.
Lu Hean's wrist was grabbed by him and he stopped moving.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Pei Shuyu. His big eyes, which always looked innocent, blinked. Tiny water droplets hung on his long eyelashes, making him look particularly harmless.
"What's wrong, Brother Shuyu?" His tone was filled with just the right amount of confusion and a hint of grievance. "I just wanted to help you. How can you reach your back by yourself?"
As he spoke, he moved closer to Pei Shuyu.
"Enough... I can reach it..." Pei Shuyu defended himself, feeling his face getting even hotter. He didn't know if it was due to the steam or something else.
He looked at Lu Hean's face so close to him. The boy's smooth skin was faintly pink due to the heat.
Pei Shuyu's gaze seemed to be burned, and it quickly moved away, falling on the shower head next to him that was still dripping water.
"I... I can take off my clothes by myself." His voice was dry and trembling slightly, trying to regain some initiative.
After saying that, he reached out to unbutton his clothes, but his fingers were a little clumsy due to nervousness and arm pain, and he failed to unbutton them after several attempts.
Lu Hean stood next to him, watching his clumsy movements quietly, without urging him or helping.
The gaze was calm, yet seemed to have real warmth, falling on Pei Shuyu's knuckles that had turned slightly white due to the force, on his Adam's apple that was rolling up and down due to nervousness, and on the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
The bathroom was so quiet that the only sound was Pei Shuyu's heavy breathing.
He had unbuttoned his clothes by himself in the dormitory before, so why couldn't he do it this time? The more Pei Shuyu thought about it, the more anxious he became. It was as if the buttons were welded to his clothes.
"Do you need help?" Lu Hean's voice finally rang out, breaking the suffocating silence.
The voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in this humid and enclosed space, with a low magnetism, and every word was like a feather scratching Pei Shuyu's eardrum.
He didn't ask "Do you want me to help you?", but directly asked "Do you need help?", as if he was certain that Pei Shuyu would eventually need him.
Pei Shuyu's fingers suddenly stopped, frozen on the stubborn button on his collar.
He could feel Lu Hean's gaze locked on him like a searchlight. There was no teasing or mocking in that look, only a kind of... calm, patience waiting for the prey to fall into the net, and a hint of indescribable aggression that was almost covered by moisture.
Is it his illusion?
The rising water vapor blurred the outline of Lu Hean's face, but made his eyes appear deeper, like a deep pool, clearly reflecting his current embarrassment and his tension that could not be hidden.
Pei Shuyu's throat seemed to be blocked.
The words of refusal were stuck on his lips, but he couldn't spit them out. The pain in his hand reminded him of his powerlessness at the moment. He didn't know why, but Lu Hean tonight made him feel an invisible, heart-pounding oppression.
Pei Shuyu seemed to be nailed to the spot, with no way out.
Refusing would seem hypocritical, while accepting would feel like actively stepping into some unknown, dangerous territory. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, sliding down the tense lines of his face.
Lu Hean took a small step forward.
The distance between the two was instantly shortened to a dangerous level.
Pei Shuyu could even clearly see the slightly undulating lines of his chest under the collar of his plaid shirt, and could feel the warm body temperature mixed with water vapor emanating from him.
"Don't move." Lu Hean's voice became a little deeper.
He raised his hand, but did not touch the button. Instead, he placed it directly on the back of Pei Shuyu's hand which was frozen at the collar.
Pei Shuyu shuddered, as if struck by an electric current! The hand, with gentle strength, completely enveloped his cold, trembling fingers. Lu Hean's fingertips, covered with thin calluses, gently stroked the back of his hand, as if to soothe him.
Then, his fingers flexibly squeezed between Pei Shuyu's stiff fingers and the button, and easily unbuttoned the button that had troubled Pei Shuyu for a long time.
One after another.
The pounding heartbeat was unusually clear in the silent bathroom.
Lu Hean's movements were neither hurried nor slow, with a strange sense of concentration and ritual.
His fingertips would occasionally inadvertently brush against Pei Shuyu's collarbone, causing Pei Shuyu's skin to instantly tense and tremble slightly.
Every touch is like plucking a string stretched to its limit.
Pei Shuyu was forced to raise his head, and his sight could only fall on Lu Hean's neat jaw and slightly rolling Adam's apple.
He felt like a disassembled object, with nothing to hide under the other person's focused gaze.
Breathing became extremely difficult. Every breath he took was filled with hot steam and the strong pheromone scent from Lu Hean, making him dizzy.
The clothes were pulled off the shoulders, revealing the vest underneath which was also soaked with sweat.
Lu Hean's gaze then dropped, sweeping across the lines of his shoulders and back, which were tense with tension. Then, it moved down to the glaring, blood-soaked bandage on his hand, and his eyes darkened a little.
His fingers did not leave, but slid gently down the inside of Pei Shuyu's arm, finally stopping at the edge of the blood-stained bandage.
The warmth from the fingertips was transmitted to the wound through the thin bandage, bringing a strange stimulation mixed with pain and numbness.
Pei Shuyu felt uncomfortable and unconsciously tried to move his hand back, but Lu Hean grabbed his wrist, preventing him from dodging.
"Does it hurt?" Lu Hean asked in a low voice, his voice so close that his breath brushed against Pei Shuyu's sensitive earlobe.
It's Lu Hean's pheromone...
Pei Shuyu's body trembled uncontrollably, and a suppressed, almost inaudible sob escaped from his throat.
It was not simply because of the pain of the wound, but because of the airtight encirclement, because of the extremely ambiguous touch, and because of the silent yet surging pheromones that almost swallowed him.
The pheromones of two alphas were exclusive, and they were no exception. Pei Shuyu's inner irritation was aroused almost the moment he smelled Lu Hean's pheromones, but he was very restrained and didn't show it.
He was like a moth caught in a spider's web, entangled in layers of invisible silk threads. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank. And the spider, named Lu Hean, was watching his futile resistance with patience and interest.
"It doesn't hurt anymore... Really. I can do it myself. I'll wash... You can go out now..."
At this point, Pei Shuyu still naively believed that Lu Hean was just kind enough to help him take a bath.
As for pheromones, it was probably an accident.
Lu Hean is just a college student.
What bad ideas could he have?
The two of them stood face to face in silence in the humid bathroom, separated by the steaming mist. Pei Shuyu's hand pressed tightly against the back of Lu Hean's hand, and he could clearly feel the pulse beating under his skin, which mixed with the drum-like heartbeat in his chest, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Drops of water dripped from Lu Hean's hair and hit Pei Shuyu's bare shoulders. The cold touch made him tremble slightly.
Lu Hean didn't struggle or retreat, but just tilted his head slightly, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.
He moved closer, a negligible amount, his warm breath brushing against Pei Shuyu's neck. His voice was low, with a strange tone that was somewhere between coquettishness and command:
"Brother Shuyu, close your eyes."
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The author has something to say: I often write in the early morning, and when I reread, I find something strange and will revise any inaccurate parts.
Ahhh my queue is messed up again [burst crying][burst crying]
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