Chapter 174 Confession
Comparing the two, the childhood sweetheart who had been with him for decades and the stranger classmate he had only met once, which one was more important? Shi Nianzhu made the decision in an instant.
"Sorry." Shi Nianzhu greeted Chen Yasheng with a hint of apology.
Chen Yasheng snorted with an ambiguous tone, his face extremely gentlemanly: "Okay, I look forward to seeing you next time."
Jiang Duan seemed unwilling to endure for a moment. Before he could finish his words, he half-hugged Shi Nianzhu and walked out of the private room and left the restaurant.
Nian Zhu remained silent throughout the short walk. It wasn't until they both got back into the car and it started moving that he cautiously turned his head to look at Jiang Duan's profile and hesitantly opened his mouth, "Brother Duan, are you not on good terms with him?"
Nian Zhu responded with silence and two breaths so soft that they were barely audible.
Jiang Duan rolled down most of the car window, and the slightly cool evening breeze of early June blew into the car, clearing his foggy mind a little.
He woke up after blowing, but Shi Nianzhu, who was still dazed after drinking a bottle of sparkling wine, shuddered.
"Brother Duan? What's wrong with you? Don't you like that person?"
The sound was crushed and blown away by the wind. Jiang Duan caught a glimpse of Shi Nianzhu's slightly hunched shoulders and silently raised the window.
"Let's talk about it when we get home. Brother doesn't want to mention him now."
Jiang Duan's extreme disgust for Chen Yasheng might have left a deep impression in Shi Nianzhu's heart. He pursed his lips, which were soaked in alcohol and heated, and obeyed Jiang Duan with a "hmm".
The two automatically muted men didn't make a sound for a full half hour.
After arriving home and opening the door, Shi Nianzhu was about to say something when Jiang Duan said, "Wash up first. I smell from the dinner party, and I don't like it."
Chen Yasheng sprayed on perfume. It stinked. He had never smelled anything so bad before.
"Okay, I'll drink some warm water first." Shi Nianzhu understood him very well. He took a glass of water and sat obediently on the sofa, drinking it in small sips.
More than ten minutes later, Jiang Duan came out of the bathroom in pajamas with half-dry hair. Shi Nianzhu didn't think too much about it, said, "I want to take a shower too," and went into the bathroom.
After two seconds of going in, he pulled out in surprise, "Brother Duan, why are you taking a cold shower? It's not very hot yet, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Yeah." Jiang Duan said, "I know my limits."
"Okay." Shi Nianzhu turned back to the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature to his favorite temperature for a bath.
After taking a shower, blowing his hair, and applying moisturizer to prevent his face from drying out, Shi Nianzhu returned to the bedroom feeling relaxed, except for his cheeks which were still a little hot and red from the effects of the alcohol.
As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, Jiang Duan, who was sitting beside the bed, looked up at him.
Shi Nianzhu noticed that he didn't have his phone or book in his hands, and asked curiously, "Brother Duan, were you just daydreaming?"
Jiang Duan rarely daydreams. From childhood to adulthood, Shi Nianzhu has seen him daydreaming only a handful of times. When he suddenly saw it, he was quite interested.
"I'm thinking." Jiang Duan clapped his hands to his sides and said, "Come sit here."
Shi Nianzhu followed his instructions and sat next to him, a smile on her lips, her voice as sticky as ever: "What are you thinking about? That classmate you don't like?"
Jiang Duan: "Yes and no."
"What do you mean?" Shi Nianzhu didn't quite understand.
"If I tell you that my classmate tonight is a homosexual, how would you feel?" Jiang Duan stared at his face, not wanting to miss any details.
"Gay? Is he? Oh my God, I really didn't tell." Shi Nianzhu's thoughts jumped to the dinner party, and he tried hard to recall how the man's every move resembled homosexuality.
Jiang Duan pressed on, "So you don't hate it? You don't have even the slightest bit of dislike for it?"
"No, what does his being gay have to do with me?" He seemed to have no idea of the causal relationship between the two.
"What if someone of the same sex likes you? What if they confess their love to you? Can you still be so open-minded?" Jiang Duan unknowingly moved a little closer to him.
When he said "like me", a distressed look appeared on Nian Zhu's face. After a brief moment of confusion, he said hesitantly: "If I don't like him, I will reject him...?"
His hesitant eyes seemed to look into Jiang Duan's heart, making Jiang Duan want to drown in it and risk everything.
"What if it was me?"
Shi Nianzhu's eyelashes twitched, and she turned away. The area behind her ears was as red as peach blossoms soaked in wine. She didn't know whether she was drunk or embarrassed. "Brother Du, Brother Duan, what do you mean by 'if it was you...'"
The sound gradually weakened until it disappeared.
Suddenly, the pair of hands with a familiar touch broke the ripples in Shi Nianzhu's heart.
Jiang Duan gently held his rosy face, and slowly turned his face towards him without any resistance, so that they could face each other honestly.
"I like you, are you willing to like me?"
"I, I..." Shi Nianzhu drooped his eyelids in panic, and clenched his hands nervously on the bed sheet, leaving no gap.
In fact, there was almost no space between him and Jiang Duan.
Jiang Duan stared at his soft lips, which were slightly pursed due to panic, for a while, then raised his eyes and fell back into Shi Nianzhu's eyes, "Can I kiss you?"
As if remembering something, he added two more words: "Baby."
Extreme embarrassment and nervousness rushed straight to her head, and a chaotic backlash of emotions made Shi Nianzhu almost cry, "Stop, stop talking."
Jiang Duan's agitated mood barely managed to regain some rationality. His Adam's apple moved, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry."
Shi Nianzhu glared at Jiang Duan with tear-filled eyes, "If you want to kiss me, don't say so much."
Jiang Duan was startled, a surge of joy washing over him. With a slight exertion of force on his wrist, Shi Nianzhu's chin was effortlessly lifted by his palm. The lips he had long coveted appeared before him. Without a second of hesitation or thought, Jiang Duan lowered his head.
Shi Nianzhu's eyes darkened, and a warm touch pressed down tightly and firmly.
First, the lips were lingered on repeatedly and affectionately, and soon, the teeth were pried open and penetrated.
“Hmm…”
The breathing sounds that were too embarrassing to hear were piled up.
Jiang Duan felt Shi Nianzhu's grip on his shoulder tighten, then gradually weaken. After an unknown amount of time, Shi Nianzhu exerted force, pounding the hand hooked on Jiang Duan's shoulder a few times, and then, with a single push, pushed him away.
He covered his mouth, his chest heaving, and shrank back, a tear falling from his pink eyelids.
Jiang Duan's veins stretched from the back of his hand to his forearm, clearly still immersed in the sweetness of the moment. Seeing Shi Nianzhu shrink back, he subconsciously stepped forward: "Niannian, I..."
"No!" Shi Nianzhu was frightened by him, "I can't kiss you anymore, I, I can't breathe."
"Ahem..." Jiang Duan coughed dryly, like a young fool, his face flushing unnaturally. After a moment, he looked away in a reserved manner: "No more kissing."
Shi Nianzhu felt relieved and sat quietly aside, his mind blank.
It was a good bed, but the two people drew a 38th parallel in the middle, each taking half, and not daring to go beyond even half a centimeter.
"I--"
"you--"
The two people spoke at the same time and then shut up at the same time.
Jiang Duan: "You speak first."
Shi Nianzhu grunted for a long time before finally saying, "You're being a hooligan."
"Yes." Jiang Duan admitted the crime and asked, "Since I've acted like a hooligan, are you willing to let me take responsibility for you? I'm serious."
Shi Nianzhu looked at Jiang Duan, pursed her extremely swollen lips, and moved closer, slowly kissing him on the face. The force was very light, as if in a dream:
"Yes, I like you."
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