HSS CH35

Chapter 35: Stop Hitting

Lin Miao stared at the replies, his eyes wide with shock.

Beds, collapsing beds… The beds at Huo Yuchuan’s house were so sturdy; how could they possibly collapse?

No, no, he shook his head—it wasn’t that issue. How did the conversation suddenly devolve into bed collapses?

He chose to selectively ignore the subsequent replies and focused on the one that said, “Miss them when you can’t see them”: “It’s not like I think about him all the time. Just a little bit when I’m eating, and a little bit when I’m going to sleep.”

Then someone asked, “Just a little? What about at two in the morning? Or three or four? Do you think about him at midnight?”

And the replies went wild again.

“At midnight, who’s thinking? You should be kissing your buddy.”

“Kissing a buddy? You should be cuddling with your husband.”

“Sleeping with your husband? No, wait, you should be sleeping.”

“Just sleeping? Not moving at all?”

…

Lin Miao’s face and ears turned red as he shut off his phone.

Forget it, forget it. No more questions.

He hugged his quilt and rolled over, noticing a gift box on the bedside table.

It was the birthday gift he had prepared for Huo Yuchuan, which he hadn’t given him yesterday because he was angry.

Was he still angry now?

He wasn’t sure.

He took a moment to calm down, remembering that he had a part-time job at “Muse” tonight, and finally got out of bed.

Although he hadn’t figured things out yet, he still owed Huo Yuchuan money, and he needed to pay him back.

After finishing this semester, he would be interning next semester and could earn more.

He would save bit by bit, and eventually, he would have enough.

In the evening, as he packed his bag and headed toward the school gate, he received a message from Huo Yuchuan.

“I have something to do tonight. Little Zheng will pick you up.”

Actually, taking the subway to “Muse” was fine; he didn’t need Little Zheng to pick him up every time.

He replied, “No, I can go by myself.”

Huo Yuchuan: “He should be there soon.”

Lin Miao: “…” Alright.

Huo Yuchuan added, “Call me on video when you get off work.”

Lin Miao looked puzzled. “Why?” Didn’t they already see each other this morning? Hadn’t they fulfilled their daily quota of face-to-face interactions?

Huo Yuchuan: “Because I want to say goodnight.”

Then he sent a link—A Guide to Dating: Say “Goodnight” to the Person You Like Every Day.

Lin Miao: “……”

Huo Yuchuan put away his phone and stood in front of He Congshan’s house, seeing the open gate and several pairs of disheveled footprints outside.

Half an hour earlier, Little Zheng had called him, saying that Chairman Yu had broken into Boss He’s house and taken Teacher Yu away.

Huo Yuchuan walked in and saw He Congshan sitting silently on the sofa, half his face red from a slap.

Huo Yuchuan looked at him as if he were an idiot. “You really locked him up?”

“It’s not locking up,” He Congshan said, “I just wanted to talk to him.”

“Talked yourself into a slap?” Huo Yuchuan asked.

He Congshan raised his hand and rubbed his face. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s like a cat’s scratch.”

Huo Yuchuan sat down next to him, paused for a moment, and said, “He’s the youngest son of the Yu Group’s chairman. If he doesn’t want to, you should just…”

He Congshan frowned. “Who says he doesn’t want to?”

Huo Yuchuan: “If he wanted to, would he hit you?”

He Congshan: “So why does he only hit me and not others?”

Huo Yuchuan: “……Is he just used to hitting people?”

“You’re the one with issues,” He Congshan retorted indignantly. “Anyway, I think he has feelings for me.”

He kept Yu Jinwan there but didn’t take away his phone. He could contact anyone he wanted.

Yet, he seemed not to call for help. Over the past few days, he stayed in the house, by He Congshan’s side, as if he was forced to, yet also as if he chose to.

He Congshan, like a pervert, couldn’t get enough of staring at him. When he saw him come out of the bathroom, damp with water vapor, he would lean in and sniff, shamelessly saying, “Teacher Yu, you smell so good…”

Yu Jinwan, his face flushed from the hot water, dodged and whispered, “It’s the shower gel…”

He Congshan wouldn’t let him go, leaning even closer. “Is that so? But I don’t smell that good after showering.”

Yu Jinwan unconsciously stepped back until his back hit the white wall.

He lifted his face, his eyes wet, his lips redder under the light.

He Congshan looked at him for a few seconds before pulling him into a kiss.

“Mmm…”

The person in his arms tilted his neck, his fingertips clutching He Congshan’s chest tightly, trembling slightly but not dodging, his eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably.

He Congshan nibbled on him gently. His soft lips were a bit cool, but the waist beneath his palm was hot, just like that night, scorching with fine sweat, sticky and burning.

He Congshan grew increasingly restless, and in the haze of confusion, he couldn’t help but wonder—Why was he willing to let me kiss him but not date me?

Their warm chests pressed closer together, and Yu Jinwan’s loose pajamas slipped off his shoulder…

He Congshan suddenly kissed him fiercely, then abruptly let go.

“You go to sleep first. I’m going to take a shower,” he said, heading toward the bathroom.

Yu Jinwan, whose lips were now red from the kiss, was left speechless.

That night, He Congshan let Yu Jinwan take the bed while he slept on the sofa, dreaming the entire night.

Yu Jinwan quietly stayed with him at home, letting him kiss and hug him, but he refused to date him.

Until Sunday afternoon, when Yu Jinwan’s phone rang, signaling a message.

After looking at it for a while, he told He Congshan that he had to leave.

“Then promise me,” He Congshan grabbed his wrist, “that you won’t run away when you see me again.”

Yu Jinwan’s lips moved, but he didn’t speak.

His phone buzzed again.

His expression changed, and he suddenly became anxious. “I have to go.”

He Congshan refused to let go. “You haven’t promised me yet.”

Yu Jinwan’s phone started buzzing insistently, no longer a message.

Yu Jinwan grew even more anxious, shaking off He Congshan’s hand and trying to leave.

He Congshan grabbed his hand again. “Why are you in such a hurry? Whose call is it?”

Yu Jinwan didn’t answer, struggling and saying, “Let me go.”

He Congshan: “If you don’t tell me, I won’t let go.”

The phone kept ringing urgently, and in his frustration, Yu Jinwan raised his other hand and slapped him.

He Congshan’s eyes darkened as he stared straight at him.

Yu Jinwan, realizing what he had done, looked at his reddening cheek and felt a pang of guilt.

But he really had to go. “Let go…”

As he raised his hand to push He Congshan away, the latter thought he was going to hit again and grabbed his hand tightly.

“Stop hitting,” He Congshan said in a low voice, his breathing heavy. “If you hit me again, I’m going to get hard.”

Yu Jinwan: “……”