The skin on my chest is clearly smooth and clean, without even a tiny wound, so how could it hurt?
Isaac didn't know how to answer; he understood the question in Yun Wei's words.
This was completely different from the romantic unfolding he had imagined.
This made him feel anxious and at a loss.
With a "pop," a bubble on the surface of the water burst open. The ambiguity in the bath seemed to be like that tiny droplet on the surface of the bubble, expanding to its limit before returning to the water.
The two remained frozen in their poses, still locked in a silent confrontation.
But Yun Wei felt a surge of annoyance, annoyance that was irrational and without reason, yet perfectly matched the summer nights of his youth.
The chest that his palm touched was cold and solid. Isaac was so tall that almost his entire upper body was above water while maintaining this pose.
His well-toned upper body was almost completely exposed in the cool moonlight.
A slight throbbing sensation came from under my palm; my heartbeat was much slower than that of a normal person.
Isaac's heart was only a few inches from his palm; perhaps a simple water arrow spell would be enough to severely injure him. Yun Wei thought to himself, his eyes darkening, his already dwindling patience gradually wearing thin during the long wait.
Yun Wei's little finger inevitably swept across the area beyond the chest, where it rose more prominently, like majestic hills. His gaze followed the fingertip, carefully examining the follower's sculpted muscles and bones.
The lines were clear and broad, the texture tight and firm, the contours not exaggeratedly rugged, yet he had no doubt about the explosive power contained within. But at this moment, the other person was like a dormant volcano, simply gazing at him silently, without uttering a word.
"You are a nobleman who is richer than a country and has everything, while I am just a beggar with only a silver coin. How can I afford to lose when I sit at the same gambling table as you?" Yun Wei said to Isaac in his heart.
The unwavering confidence in the other person's eyes just now was so unfamiliar that it made him feel uneasy.
He hated gambling.
He was afraid of losing.
To avoid becoming penniless, the best way is to stay away from the gambling table in the first place.
The crackling of candlelight in the distance shattered the silence, and the last vestiges of patience were burned out.
"Isaac, when did you learn to lie?" Yun Wei laughed, his voice soft, but his eyes were like a dry well, unfathomable.
However, in the blink of an eye, the balance of power completely reversed.
Yun Wei regained the initiative in this confrontation, even though he was currently bound between Isaac's arms. He gently pinched the other's hard muscles, raised an eyebrow, and met Isaac's gaze directly.
Yun Wei asked, "I didn't realize you liked men?"
His tone was calm, but he secretly widened his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the expression on Isaac's face, not missing even the slightest hint of emotion.
Sure enough, he saw obvious panic on the other person's face. He heard Isaac answer without thinking, "No, of course I don't like men..."
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, dimming the starlight of the night, and more and more bubbles in the pool burst as time passed.
Yun Wei sneered and looked away.
At that moment, it was as if he were the victor on the battlefield, launching a charge against the routed enemy.
“Oh, that’s really unfortunate, Isaac,” Yun Wei interrupted the follower’s stammering explanation with a smile. His thumb traveled a long way to press on that light brown spot, slowly rubbing it as if drawing a circle.
As he expected, the other person's body trembled slightly with tension, then tensed again with trembling, before he continued, "As you can see, I like men. I like men like you."
His eyes grew increasingly dark, and he felt he was about to give up.
So Yun Wei took a deep breath and began his desperate fight. He gathered all his strength in his left hand and pushed upwards and forwards with tremendous force—
Isaac, who seemed to be looming over him like a mountain, was easily lifted up by him and fell backward into the water in a disheveled state.
Yun Wei stood up. In the deep darkness of the night, he stood in the pool, his eyes clear, looking down at his followers.
He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as frost, saying, "But you can rest assured, I don't like you."
"Don't get the illusion that just because I like men, I'll like you. Isaac, where did you get that confidence?"
"I'm telling you this for only one reason: I hope you'll be more mindful of your boundaries when you interact with me in the future."
"If you find this disgusting, I'm sorry. But it's okay, my bottleneck has loosened again. If things continue like this, give me at most another six months, and I will become a Grand Magister again."
“At that moment, the first thing I will do is to break the contract, and you—at that time, will be completely free.”
Phew! He finally said it.
The black-haired youth stood with his hands at his sides, his voice clearly audible in the quiet bathroom.
Hot water droplets slid down his jet-black hair, past his jade-like collarbone and waist, and fell limply onto the still water, instantly shattering them into countless tiny splashes.
A chilling stillness hung over the house, making the impending storm all the more terrifying.
Isaac finally moved, staggering over Yun Wei and walking towards the edge of the bath. He was clearly strong, but now he appeared weak and disheveled.
His voice was unusually flustered, and he could only say, "I...I'm done washing. Yun...no, Claude, I'm going back now."
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei lowered his eyes to look at the water, and the light in his eyes turned even colder, as if it had been tempered with ice.
His gaze lingered on the hazy outline of Isaac sitting in the water just moments before.
He closed his eyes, letting his world sink into darkness, far removed from the absurd light and shadow.
Only after the bathroom door slowly closed and the other person had left did he immerse himself in the now-cooled water again.
History is indeed an endless cycle.
He messed everything up again.
However, compared to himself at the age of fourteen, he now possesses far more courage.
Even if he's all alone, he can still live a good life.
...
From early the next morning, Yun Wei noticed that Isaac was deliberately avoiding him.
When they arrived at the classroom, Isaac, who had been silently following behind him, returned to his usual seat in the last row.
So when the school bell rang, Xie Mulang, with a stern face, sat to Yun Wei's left, next to Richard, who kept winking at him. To his right, across the aisle, sat Vivian, who looked slightly melancholy.
She was dressed in light green today, and Yunwei suspected that she had considered the entire color scheme when she ordered the clothes.
By the afternoon, Isaac had completely disappeared.
Yun Wei glanced at Vivian beside him, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and said casually, "Let's go, Vivian, to the library. Sid is waiting for us."
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