Fan Liang poked at his rice with his chopsticks: "Senior, may I ask you a question?"
"What?"
Fan Liang glanced around and lowered his voice: "What are some things to keep in mind regarding sex?"
"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng almost choked on a mouthful of rice.
Fan Liang, sensing his shock, quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, don't misunderstand! I don't want to talk to you, I just want to ask you for some advice! The answers online are all too unreliable. You're the only exception I know, which is why I came to ask you."
The first piece of information Ying Yunsheng gleaned from his words was: "A special case?"
Fan Liang used chopsticks to gesture three letters in the air.
Ying Yunsheng looked at him.
“I want to sleep with someone,” Fan Liang said to himself, cupping his face in his hands. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since he came back to Qiaozhong four months ago and shared his learning experience on the podium in our class.”
"love at first sight?"
“It’s not that exaggerated,” Fan Liang said honestly. “At most, it’s lust at first sight.”
Ying Yunsheng recalled the question the other party had asked at the beginning: "Are you already dating?"
Fan Liang blinked: "I guess so."
Ying Yunsheng remained silent.
"Senior, you've been through this before, do you have any experience you can teach me?"
Ying Yunsheng shook his head: "You should ask someone else, I don't know either."
Fan Liang, biting his chopsticks, asked, "How does it feel?"
"have no idea."
What do you mean by "I don't know"?
"I didn't do it."
“Uh…” Fan Liang was shocked: “When I was looking at the Changqiao Forum, hadn’t you and Senior Ji been together for over a year?”
"So what?" Ying Yunsheng ate a piece of green vegetable. "Does dating have to be like that?"
Fan Liang: "Have you thought about that?"
"Well……"
"Have you ever thought about why you don't go?" Fan Liang asked, puzzled. "You two can't get married or have a marriage certificate, so isn't the only indicator of how much you like each other's bodies the only thing that keeps your relationship going?"
"Well……"
"Senior Ji is unwilling?"
"Uh..." It's not that I'm unwilling.
The other party never asked him.
Ever since Ying Yunsheng heard the word "Plato" from Lin Chengshuang, a search of his mind opened the door to a whole new world.
After that, every time I saw Ji Li, all I could think of were images that couldn't be shown on TV.
He could never hide anything from Ji Li, fearing he would give himself away, but Ji Li's early arrival in the capital gave him a chance to cool down.
He thought that now that they were dating, things would naturally follow, but in the past year, she hadn't given him a single hint, and even their kisses were just fleeting touches.
This left Ying Yunsheng quite frustrated.
Whenever Ji Li showed even the slightest hint of that kind of interest during their interactions, he would take the initiative, but Ji Li never did.
Unlike him, Ji Li should know these things. Ying Yunsheng had no idea what he was thinking, so he was even more afraid that Ji Li didn't mean it in the first place, and that bringing it up rashly would seem too casual.
Fan Liang looked at him as if he were looking at the Buddha: "Are you just going to be soulmates forever?"
"It's fine as it is now. There's no need to take it any further. Nobody knows whether taking that next step will lead to flat ground or a cliff." Ying Yunsheng picked up his plate. "I'm leaving. You can eat."
.
The class group had just sent out a notice. Ji Li spent several days in the library with his computer, handed in his printed research report, and only then did he pick up his phone to send a message to the pinned post.
Are you staying in an apartment tonight?
The other party replied quickly: 【Okay.】
Before leaving, Ji Li made sure to take a quick look around the supermarket. When he got home, Ying Yunsheng still hadn't returned, so he cleaned out the expired items from the refrigerator and put the fresh ones in.
The two usually live on campus and only come to the apartment on weekends. Since their classes end at different times, they both send a message first to indicate that they are heading out, and buy some ingredients along the way for dinner.
However, Ye Ruhui always looked down on their behavior of renting a house outside but staying in the dormitory, which separated them from each other.
As soon as Ying Yunsheng opened the door, he smelled the aroma of pork rib soup simmering inside.
He walked into the kitchen and was about to touch the pot handle when Ji Li grabbed his hand: "Put on gloves before you touch it."
Ying Yunsheng had never worn an apron or gloves when cooking before, as these items were not exactly necessities. It was only after using the kitchen a few times under Ji Li's watchful eye that he was forced to buy the necessary protective gear.
Ji Li watched him put on the apron, then hooked the straps on both sides and tied a knot for him. She smiled as she tilted her head and said, "Now that you're like this, I'm thinking of getting you a stool."
Ying Yunsheng: "Huh?"
“Back in elementary school, I didn’t know how to cook. The only people who ever cooked for me, besides the chefs at restaurants, were you.” Ji Li gestured. “You were so small back then that I had to use a stool to stand on so I could tell whether the food in the pot was raw or cooked.”
"Well……"
"And you can't see the countertop. If there's soup in the dish, you have to put the bowl on the ground so it doesn't spill when you pour it."
"Well……"
"You need to pull the rope before opening the refrigerator, and you need to remove the chopstick holder completely before you can take out the chopsticks, and then you can rinse the rice..."
Ying Yun was so angry she wanted to gag him: "I've grown taller now!"
Ji Li smiled and said, "Don't you think it's cute?"
Ying Yunsheng didn't think so.
If he could, he would just want to erase those dark memories from the other person's mind.
The fleeting memories are only momentary, but the overlapping scenes now seem like a cycle. They met and parted, parted and met again, going around in circles, but in the end it was still the two of them, standing in a small house with only the two of them, cooking and cleaning for each other, and it seemed that they would continue like this forever.
Ji Li lifted the lid of the pressure cooker, scooped out a little soup with a ladle, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to the person: "Try it, is the saltiness just right?"
September in Beijing offers the perfect temperature for living; the wind outside the high-rises is cool, but the kitchen feels like another world.
The person in front of me still had their hand in mid-air, with blue veins showing through their wrist, and the stainless steel spoon handle reflecting a bright white light.
Ying Yunsheng suddenly remembered hearing someone say that when a person is moved, their body temperature will rise by about 0.2°C compared to normal, and the person in question will feel as if their body is hot, like having a low-grade fever.
He couldn't tell whether the heat in his body was due to the poor ventilation in the kitchen or because of the person.
After waiting for a while without any response, Ji Li pushed the spoon forward again: "What's wrong?"
Ying Yunsheng lowered his head and finished his soup: "Can we sleep together tonight?"
Ji Li nearly threw the ladle into the pressure cooker: "What did you say?"
"I want to sleep in the same bed with you." Ying Yunsheng could almost hear the echo of his own heartbeat as he spoke. "Is that okay?"
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 54
Chapter 54
Birthday party
As Ji Li was typing at his desk, there was a knock on the door.
It was exactly 10 p.m., but Ying Yunsheng had been pacing outside the door for almost an hour. He finally mustered up the courage to turn the handle and, after receiving the other person's gaze, he said in a low voice, his face burning, "You said I could sleep with you tonight."
Ji Li hummed in agreement, then looked down at the computer screen again: "I still have some things to write. If you're sleepy, you should go to sleep first."
“Uh…” Ying Yunsheng: “Oh.”
He slowly climbed into bed, pulled back the covers, and wrapped himself up completely.
Ji Li's bed sheets, blankets, and pillowcases are all the same style, with a black and white cow pattern. She bought them during a supermarket promotion, and Ying Yunsheng's place also has the same layout.
Logically speaking, he should have gotten used to it by now since he sleeps there every day, but Ying Yunsheng acted as if it were the first time he had seen it. He couldn't help but touch and feel it was different from his own in every way, and the warmth was a level higher when he lay down on it.
Ji Li was typing on the computer, unaware of his subtle movements.
Ying Yunsheng buried his chin in the blanket, only his eyes showing, gazing at the back of the figure in front of the desk, the folds of his pajamas outlining the light from the screen.
When will you finish writing?
Ying Yunsheng really wanted to ask, but he was afraid of interrupting the other person's train of thought, and he was also afraid that asking such a question would be too unreliable, especially in the current environment, making him seem too eager.
When will you finish writing?
Ying Yunsheng didn't have his phone, and he didn't want to leave. With nothing to kill time, he could only curl up in the blanket and roll from one end to the other until he finally rolled into a perfectly cooked spring roll.
When will you finish writing?
Ying Yunsheng is studying two majors at the same time, which inevitably means that some classes will overlap. He has to make his own choices and make up for the missed classes in his spare time.
He attended long classes all day and spent all his free time going through borrowed notes and course materials. After taking a shower, he felt exhausted very quickly, and his eyelids slowly closed.
When will you finish writing?
When Ji Li clicked save and turned around, he saw a ball of blankets rolled up on his bed.
He walked over, pulled back a corner of the blanket, and whispered, "Ying Yunsheng?"
In his half-awake state, Ying Yunsheng felt a sudden burst of light before him, mumbled a few words incoherently, but did not open his eyes.
Ji Li turned off the light and crawled into bed.
He had just lain down when a hand reached up to his waist.
Ying Yunsheng's voice was a little hoarse, still carrying a lingering sleepiness: "Ji Li."
"Mm." Ji Li pressed his hand down. "Go to sleep."