Everything in front of him was a blur, and breathing was difficult.

He didn't know if it was because he was too nervous or because Yan Hang was choking his neck.  

But Chu Yi could still feel Yan Hang's temperature, a little hot, when he pressed against him in the midst of the chaos.  

His brain couldn't process the information normally. He still hadn't recovered from the shock of "Oh my god, he actually kissed Yan Hang" and "I'm doomed to be beaten to death." Suddenly he sank into a state where he was completely enveloped by Yan Hang's aura.  

Whether it was his brain or body, it was as if the pause button had been pressed and he was petrified.  

Only some residual consciousness still stubbornly held on without turning to stone.  

Yan Hang's lips were soft. The rushed breathing that blew on his face carried warmth. Pushing up his clothes, the hot palm and cool fingertips.  

And the tongue.  

Yan Hang's tongue slid over his lips, wet and soft.  

His residual consciousness couldn't process all this information at all. Even his breathing had disappeared into the depths of consciousness.  

Until Yan Hang slapped him in the face when his tongue failed to explore between his teeth, he suddenly snapped back to his senses from the confusion.  

Like a tidal wave, the sensations overwhelmed him instantly.  

He heard his own panting, felt Yan Hang's hand reaching down, and realized his teeth were clenched as if to resist someone poisoning him.  

Yan Hang's hands were beautiful. He didn't even need to look. Just imagining and feeling, he could visualize Yan Hang's actions right now.  

The tingling shock was like an electric shock, making him unable to suppress that involuntary moan despite biting his lips.

He could no longer describe or resist the sensations that followed.  

Until Yan Hang lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed, he was still in a trance.

"Cover yourself," Yan Hang said as he walked out of the bedroom.  

"Huh?" Chu Yi responded.  

He didn't understand at all what Yan Hang was saying. All his senses and IQ were seized by the intense stimulation that had just appeared in his body.

Yan Hang didn't speak again and left the bedroom.  

Lying in bed, unable to see or hear clearly, all Chu Yi could hear was buzzing in his ears. He couldn't even think about where Yan Hang had gone, what he was doing, where he himself was, or what had happened.

Yan Hang walked into the bathroom and closed the door.  

He didn't turn on the light.  

In the dark small space of the bathroom, he could hear his somewhat heavy breathing.  

It happened so suddenly. He could feel Chu Yi was confused the whole time.  

He himself was not much better.  

But now he had no time to think about it. He had to deal with some things first.  

Actually it would also work to do it in bed. Having his source of stimulation next to him would make it even better.  

But after all, there was still an indescribable sense of shame. In the end he chose the bathroom. He didn't even have the courage to turn on the light.  

This was probably the most magical plane* he had ever flown in his life after reviewing so many.

*T/N: Jerking off

After he was done, he turned on the bathroom light while washing his face. Leaning on the sink, he looked at himself in the mirror.  

Still...quite handsome.  

An expression that clearly said "That was pretty awesome."  

Extremely shameless.  

Yan Hang lowered his head to wash his face. He returned to the bedroom with water droplets hanging on his face.  

The bedroom was still dark. Only a little moonlight coming in through the curtains. He could see Chu Yi still lying in bed motionless, the quilt not pulled over him.  

His clothes weren't even pulled down. Still pushed up to his chest.  

He sighed softly, walked to the bedside, knelt on the edge with one leg, hands propping himself up on the mattress, lowered his head and felt Chu Yi's face: "Puppy?"

"Mm," Chu Yi responded.  

"You alright?" Yan Hang asked.

"Ah," Chu Yi responded again, his voice a little hoarse.

"Didn't I tell you to cover yourself? The heating isn't on yet." As he spoke, Yan Hang reached to pull the quilt over his belly.  

"Don't cover me," Chu Yi said softly.  

"Hm?" Yan Hang stopped his hand and pulled Chu Yi's clothes down a bit.  

"I..." Chu Yi moved a little and said with great difficulty, "I need to change my pants."

"Oh," Yan Hang kind of wanted to laugh but suppressed it with effort, "Let me get you a pair of mine?"

"Okay." Chu Yi nodded.  

"I'll turn on the light okay?" Yan Hang said.

"Wait, don't, don't turn it on yet," Chu Yi said.  

"Alright." Yan Hang lightly caressed his nose ridge with a finger.

When he took out a set of clothes from the closet and turned around, he saw Chu Yi was already sitting up cross-legged on the bed, head lowered.  

"Here." Yan Hang handed the clothes to him.  

Chu Yi took the clothes, got off the bed, rushed out of the bedroom and rushed into the bathroom.

Yan Hang smiled. He turned on the bedroom light.  

Glancing at the things on the bed, other than the sheets being a little wrinkled, nothing else was out of place, let alone anything being made a mess of.  

After all, Chu Yi had kept his pants on the whole time.  

He put on a thick house coat, took a cigarette, and stood on the balcony.  

In the rising cigarette smoke he let out a long breath, looking at the specks of light in the distance.  

He couldn't describe his current feelings.  

For himself of course it still felt pretty awesome, but Chu Yi...probably didn't get to enjoy it much. He was too nervous, it was too sudden...

Yan Hang frowned. He felt his behavior was a bit inappropriate.  

Come to think of it, Chu Yi was still a kid.  

He clicked his tongue.  

Whether Chu Yi was more of a puppy or a tough guy was simply a world puzzle to him.

Chu Yi stayed in the bathroom for quite a while. When he returned to the bedroom holding his now washed pants, seeing Yan Hang on the balcony, he hesitated between the bed and balcony.  

"Still so diligent in the middle of the night huh," Yan Hang waved at him, "Come here."

Chu Yi went onto the balcony and hung up the clothes, even hanging the hanger with underwear on the very edge.  

When he lowered his head to walk inside after hanging the clothes, Yan Hang grabbed his arm and pulled him into an embrace.  

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.  

"Nothing," Chu Yi's body was still somewhat stiff.  

Yan Hang rubbed his back for a good while before Chu Yi finally relaxed and leaned into him.  

Yan Hang was not very good at comforting people, but he could usually find something to talk about to change the subject. However, right now he really didn't know what to say.

So he just held Chu Yi, until Chu Yi turned his head away and sneezed. Only then did Yan Hang notice that Chu Yi was just wearing the tracksuit he had given him.