Chapter 15
"Pretentious!" Han Shuo thought to himself. He hadn't thought anything of it at first, but after Meng Yuxiu reminded him, Han Shuo really did have the illusion that his mouth was constantly secreting saliva.
He stared at Meng Yuxiu's beautiful lips in the night, swallowed hard, so that Meng Yuxiu wouldn't pick and choose them later.
"I'll try my best."
The two had already hugged at Han Shuo's house, so when Han Shuo put his arm around Meng Yuxiu's waist, Meng Yuxiu naturally put his arm around Han Shuo's shoulder as well.
Before it officially began, Han Shuo frowned deeply again, staring at Meng Yuxiu's lips, and said with a troubled expression, "To be honest, I'm also quite nauseous..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yuxiu glared at him again, withdrew his hand, and turned to leave.
"Hey, no, no, no!" Han Shuo grabbed his hand and put it back on his shoulder. "You're pretty domineering, aren't you? You're allowed to dislike me, but I can't even feel nauseous?"
Meng Yuxiu corrected him: "I didn't mean to disgust you, I just wanted you to stop drooling too much."
"Okay, okay, I got it." Han Shuo only just realized that Meng Yuxiu was easy to anger but also easy to coax, especially if he softened his tone when he was just getting angry.
The two began, their brows furrowing as they slowly drew closer. Their lips touched, but it was extremely difficult to stick their tongues out from between their lips and into each other's mouths.
Like two snails extending their antennae, the two tentatively touched each other with the tips of their tongues. In that brief second of contact, the two straight men's heads instantly went blank.
This sticky, soft, indescribable sensation gave them both goosebumps, and Han Shuo's toes were practically burrowing into the ground through his shoes.
However, there's no point in dragging this out any longer. Meng Yuxiu definitely won't take the initiative, even though he always seems to lose control of his tongue when their lips are touching.
But when the time came, he was tight-lipped. Han Shuo's mind was in turmoil, thinking that if it were ancient times and torture was used to extract a confession, the jailer probably wouldn't be able to get Meng Yuxiu's tongue out no matter what.
Meng Yuxiu frowned and stared at him. Han Shuo understood what he meant from his eyes. He had no choice but to go all out. Since Meng Yuxiu was a few years older than him, he had to let the one who had more experience teach.
He steeled himself and forcefully pushed his tongue inside. This caused Meng Yuxiu to suddenly open his eyes wide.
Han Shuo raised an eyebrow at him, signaling with his eyes: What's going on? Get your tongue moving!
After Meng Yuxiu understood the meaning, he immediately cooperated.
It was supposed to be the refreshing minty taste after brushing teeth, but when Han Shuo and Meng Yuxiu mixed it in, it felt like their tongues were connected to nerves, or like their saliva was mixed with alcohol.
For a moment, he was in a daze, thinking: So this is what French kissing is!
The next second, he thought, "Damn! Why are my legs going weak?"
Han Shuo's legs went weak, and he subconsciously took a step back, only to be pinned against the ginkgo tree trunk by Meng Yuxiu.
The two of them still didn't close their eyes. The moon was full tonight, so they could clearly see each other's expressions of trying to hold back their emotions.
Han Shuo initially grabbed Meng Yuxiu's waist and kissed him for a while, but then he grabbed the tree trunk instead and stopped looking at Meng Yuxiu's face. He could only force himself to shift his attention so that he could temporarily ignore the fact that he was French kissing someone of the same sex.
He was picking at the tree bark, while Meng Yuxiu was holding his shoulder. Meng Yuxiu was a smart and good student; after a few minutes of kissing, he got the hang of it.
In order to complete the task perfectly and leave no loopholes, the two kissed each other with all their might, their tongues working hard to entwine with each other's tongues.
The kiss made Han Shuo's tongue ache slightly.
However, he couldn't stop, because if he stopped, it would be easy for him to concentrate, and once he concentrated, he would feel as if Meng Yuxiu's tongue was swirling up in his throat.
It's fine if you don't think about it, but once you start, it's terrible. Han Shuo felt like he was having a stomach attack and couldn't help but gag.
He quickly held back.
Meng Yuxiu heard this and turned pale with fright, instinctively trying to retreat.
Han Shuo quickly grabbed the back of his head, kissing his lips and saying, "Don't go, don't go, I can hold back my vomiting..."
Meng Yuxiu glared at him and said, "Don't spit it in my mouth."
Han Shuo thumped his chest and made an "OK" sign with his fingers.
Just as Han Shuo was doing well, Meng Yuxiu had something else to do. Han Shuo felt Meng Yuxiu's tongue pushing against his own and into his mouth.
"?" Han Shuo abruptly pulled away from Meng Yuxiu's lips, turned his head away, and spat repeatedly.
What are you doing?
“That’s your saliva.” Meng Yuxiu frowned.
Han Shuo had been feeling unwell and had managed to refrain from using Meng Yuxiu as a dumping ground for his stomach, but Meng Yuxiu ended up treating him like a sewer.
He angrily shouted, "Damn it! You just used your tongue to push my saliva back at me? I haven't even pushed your saliva back to you yet! Do you have to be so fussy? Don't you even know what kissing is?"
Meng Yuxiu said, "Didn't you feel nauseous just now too?"
"I've already put up with feeling nauseous, can't you? And why do I have so much saliva? Don't try to muddy the waters and push your own issues onto me!"
Han Shuo launched into a tirade, and Meng Yuxiu, perhaps realizing he was in the wrong, fell silent.
Seeing his aggrieved expression, Han Shuo wiped his lips. "Alright, alright, I just wanted to tell you that we'll be doing this often in the future. We'll have to get used to it, right? Aren't I slowly accepting it too?"
Meng Yuxiu was silent for a moment, then frowned and said, "I want to adapt, but it's difficult."
Han Shuo thought for a moment, "Then do this: when you kiss me, close your eyes so you can't see me, and imagine me as a woman in your mind, and just pretend you're kissing a woman."
Meng Yuxiu: "I can't imagine it, I've never kissed a woman."
"You've seen the movie before, haven't you? You imagine me as someone from the movie."
Meng Yuxiu: "I haven't seen the film."
"..." That's true. Meng Yuxiu was only seventeen years old over there, and since he was a bookworm, it's unlikely that a seventeen-year-old would have watched porn.
Han Shuo stood there thinking for a moment, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck him. He said to Meng Yuxiu, "How about this! When you kiss me, you touch my butt."
Meng Yuxiu was startled. "Why did I touch your butt?"
Han Shuo chuckled mischievously, "You know what excitement is? If you can't imagine kissing a woman, then imagine my butt as a woman's butt."
Meng Yuxiu was skeptical. "Really?"
"Why don't you try and see?" Han Shuo said, already putting his arm around Meng Yuxiu.
When the two kissed again, Meng Yuxiu hesitantly placed his fingers on Han Shuo's buttocks.
As he closed his eyes, Meng Yuxiu thought to himself, "Although Han Shuo looks tall and thin, his butt... is quite soft."
The next moment he had to admit that Han Shuo's method was very effective; the heat and touch between his fingers made his breathing slightly rapid.
Although he still couldn't imagine that buttock as a woman's, it was already pretty good.
Similarly, Han Shuo no longer felt nauseous. His buttocks were being pinched and squeezed, causing him excruciating pain.
He reached out to grab Meng Yuxiu's wrist, adding, "That's enough, don't actually pop my ass like a balloon."
However, just as he took his hand off Meng Yuxiu's shoulder, he accidentally bumped into something.
The next second, Meng Yuxiu took a step back as if he had been electrocuted, as if he had also been startled.
"Holy crap..." Han Shuo's eyes widened, and he reached out and touched that spot in disbelief.
"What are you doing?!" Meng Yuxiu instinctively slapped Han Shuo's hand away forcefully.
The slaps nearly made Han Shuo's hand swell up red, and Han Shuo grimaced in pain, stomping his feet and howling in pain.
However, after shouting, he was both shocked and wanted to laugh. In the end, he couldn't help but slap his thigh and laugh so hard he couldn't stand up straight.
Hahahaha!
Meng Yuxiu gritted his teeth in anger and embarrassment.
"Hahahaha, no way." Han Shuo laughed, half-squatting down and pointing at his pants, "You actually touched my butt and got yourself hard? Holy crap! Hahahaha!"
Meng Yuxiu felt a surge of heat rush to his head. He stared intently at Han Shuo, who was mocking him, and felt humiliated for the first time in his life.
He could no longer stand there and turned to leave.
"Holy crap! Are you angry?" Han Shuo quickly grabbed his arm.
Under the moonlight, Meng Yuxiu stubbornly turned his face to the side, a faint blush appearing in the pale light.
He was so angry that his chest was heaving violently.
The bad idea came from Han Shuo, but Meng Yuxiu lost face. Han Shuo could actually understand; after all, Meng Yuxiu, a well-behaved boy who had never even been exposed to the harsh realities of life, couldn't possibly withstand such a shock.
So Han Shuo comforted him, "What's there to be embarrassed about? You've been kissing and touching his butt, so it's normal to have that reaction. It's not just you, even a seasoned man would react the same way."
Meng Yuxiu did not react, continuing to stare straight ahead.
To convince him, Han Shuo added in a low voice, "Actually, I feel the same way."
Meng Yuxiu finally turned his head, staring at Han Shuo with a questioning look in his eyes.
“Really,” Han Shuo continued, “I’ve already had an arousal before I’ve even touched your butt. There’s nothing shameful about it.”
Han Shuo originally thought that he would be done once he appeased Meng Yuxiu, but he never expected that Meng Yuxiu would be so serious and would imitate his previous actions by touching his crotch as well.
Han: "..."
Meng: Sen*wan*organized*…
Han Shuo was speechless.
Meng Yuxiu withdrew his hand, his handsome face disappearing into the night, but even without looking closely, Han Shuo could almost hear the sound of his teeth chattering.
"Han Shuo..."
"Uh..." Han Shuo's lips twitched twice.
Meng Yuxiu practically spat it out between clenched teeth: "You're lying to me! You weren't even hard!"
Han Shuo gave a dry laugh: "Well... well..."
Before he could finish his story, Meng Yuxiu turned and left.
Damn it! Han Shuo really wanted to slap himself twice. Why couldn't he hold back his laughter just now? And what kind of mess has happened today! He finally managed to calm her down after she got back to school, and now he's angered her again.
This time, Meng Yuxiu really couldn't coax Han Shuo, and ignored him for several days in a row.
Even if Han Shuo ran to the back door of Class 1's classroom during the ten-minute break every day and talked for ages, Meng Yuxiu wouldn't even give him a second glance. Even if Han Shuo followed him after evening self-study, he chose to ignore him.
Given the current situation, Han Shuo didn't dare to be too shameless, for fear of adding fuel to the fire. In that case, he would really have to work for others for the rest of his life after graduation and then die of old age in this world.
Until a solution is found, Han Shuo will temporarily stop harassing Meng Yuxiu.
Pidan and Doufu were quite surprised that he didn't run downstairs after class.
"Why don't you go play with Meng Yuxiu anymore?" Doufu asked him.
Han Shuo felt annoyed when he heard the name Meng Yuxiu, but he was proud, so he leaned lazily against the wall and said, "Meng Yuxiu has been busy studying these days. Every time I ask him to play, he has to drag me to read. I need to relax a bit, right?"
Pidan snorted, "You're playing with Meng Yuxiu every day now, but I haven't seen your grades improve. Look at you, you're at the bottom of the class again in this exam. The homeroom teacher will definitely call you in for a talk."
Doufu was also puzzled: "Yeah, I heard from the homeroom teacher that Meng Yuxiu tutored you. What did he tutor you on?"
Han Shuo was so annoyed by their constant references to Meng Yuxiu that he simply closed his eyes and ignored them.
Just then, the girls in the class were talking about a vendor selling oranges on the playground. Han Shuo heard this and opened his eyes.
He suddenly remembered something, hurriedly walked to his desk, took out his schoolbag from the desk drawer, felt around, and was overjoyed when he found five cents.
Damn! He almost forgot that Han Hong gave him an extra 50 cents when he returned to school this week. It was a real lifesaver.
He and Meng Yuxiu ate those tea eggs for dinner on Sunday. He thought to himself, wasn't it those tea eggs that made him appease Meng Yuxiu before?
The reason he can't appease Meng Yuxiu now is ultimately because he can't offer anything else. It's true that both men and women need gifts to win them over.
"Where are you going, Han Shuo?"
"Going to the toilet." Han Shuo strode out of the classroom, clutching a five-cent banknote, heading straight for the playground.
However, just as he reached the corridor, someone called out to him from behind.
Han Shuo turned around and saw that it was Jiang Xiaowen, the male class monitor, who had called out to him. Jiang Xiaowen was handsome and refined, but not very tall. However, because he had the best grades in the class, he was quite aloof and never associated with Han Shuo and his group of students who were not good at studying.
"What's up?"
For once, Jiang Xiaowen didn't look down at Han Shuo with his chin. He glanced at the other people in the corridor, pursed his lips, and hesitantly said, "Han Shuo, could you... could you come with me for a moment?"
Han Shuo was in a hurry to buy oranges, afraid of wasting time while the vendor carried his load to the next place to do business.
"Let's talk on the stairs then."
Jiang Xiaowen followed Han Shuo to the stairs. Seeing his hesitation, Han Shuo said impatiently, "What did you call me for?"
After looking around again, Jiang Xiaowen quietly took something out of her pocket, then held it by one corner and handed it to Han Shuo.
Han Shuo looked down and immediately widened his eyes. It was a piece of paper torn from a draft notebook and folded into the shape of a heart.
Seeing Jiang Xiaowen's shy expression, Han Shuo was stunned for a moment.
Gay men are prevalent in this world, and Han Shuo is used to seeing men give love letters to people like Pidan Doufu, but this is the first time he has ever experienced it himself.
Perhaps because he's been in this world for so long, he's neither interested in nor contemptuous of these things now.
Holy crap! There's actually a guy who has a crush on him?
He was puzzled at school because no girls liked him. He thought to himself, "I'm handsome and roguish, how come I haven't even received a love letter from a girl?"
So it turns out he's the type that attracts men.
Receiving a love letter from a man out of the blue, he even felt a surge of vanity at the thought of attracting men as a man.
However, vanity aside, his sexual orientation remains unchanged. Besides, Jiang Xiaowen looks like a bean sprout; even if he became gay, he still wouldn't be able to stomach this type.
He was half a head taller than Jiang Xiaowen, so he stood in front of Jiang Xiaowen with one hand in his pocket and the other hand reaching out to push the love letter that Jiang Xiaowen was handing over in mid-air back.
"I appreciate your kindness," Han Shuo raised an eyebrow slightly, "but I don't plan on dating for the time being."
Jiang Xiaowen was taken aback, then suddenly showed a wry smile. "Han Shuo, don't tease me. I want you to help me deliver this letter to Meng Yuxiu in Class 1. I know you two are on good terms now."
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