Chapter 34 Part 2

Pei Ran moved a spare chair over and sat down next to Yan Zhun. “Still chatting?”

Yan Zhun hummed in acknowledgment. “He’s prying for information.”

Pei Ran paused. “Prying for what?”

Yan Zhun said, “Prying about my boyfriend.”

Pei Ran’s action of biting into a grape paused for a moment, and he couldn’t help but glance at the phone screen.

Lin Xuhuan had many questions. An entire screen of the chat history was almost all him, asking “is he good-looking,” “what year is he in,” “do you have a photo.”

Yan Zhun had only replied with one sentence: “Good-looking.”

Pei Ran’s swallowing motion slowed. Looking at it this way… it was as if he was praising himself.

Yan Zhun sent Lin Xuhuan a “busy” and put Pei Ran’s phone back on the desk. In the process, he accidentally touched the mouse, and the computer on standby instantly lit up.

Yan Zhun glanced at the screen. A few games, a few drawing software he didn’t recognize, and some art drafts saved on the desktop.

The last art draft caught his attention. Even from the thumbnail, he could tell it was the painting Lin Xuhuan had previously discovered on Fei Yu Yi’s Weibo.

On Weibo, Fei Yu Yi’s caption for it was a simple [Share Picture].

But in private, on Pei Ran’s computer, its file name was “Yan Zhun”.

Pei Ran had his head down, scrolling up through the chat log between Yan Zhun and Lin Xuhuan just now. “Will it be inconvenient for you to live at the Base?”

Yan Zhun said, “No, I’m used to it.”

“About what happened at the dorm last time… did the dorm manager say anything?”

The person beside him was quiet for a moment, then suddenly called his name, “Pei Ran.”

Pei Ran subconsciously looked up. “Hm?”

Yan Zhun leaned back in his chair, his hands hanging casually at his sides, and asked, “Besides me, have you drawn anyone else?”

Pei Ran blinked and said, “Yes, many.”

Yan Zhun: “…”

“I have several life models added on my WeChat, and they are all very professional,” Pei Ran said. “I’ve also taken private commissions, drawn celebrities, and also esports players.”

Realizing his question was a bit stupid, Yan Zhun couldn’t help but pull at the corner of his lips. “I mean… besides all that, privately, on your own, have you drawn anyone else?”

Pei Ran’s gaze flickered. He said, “No.”

He paused, then added seriously, “I’ve only ever drawn you.”

Yan Zhun met his gaze for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his eyelids and asked, “Are the grapes sweet.”

Pei Ran said, “They are, try one.”

Yan Zhun hummed an “mhm,” turned his shoulder, and leaned down to lick his lips.

Pei Ran’s back instantly went rigid. His hand was still holding a grape, frozen in place.

Yan Zhun pulled away right after the lick, sensing the faint sweetness spreading in his mouth. He didn’t move back to his original position. Their noses were still touching, so close that if either of them moved forward even an inch, they would touch.

“How much does Teacher Pei usually charge for commissions?” Yan Zhun asked.

Pei Ran didn’t know why he was asking this. His heart was pounding wildly. He tensed the corners of his mouth and stated a number.

“Expensive, can’t afford it,” Yan Zhun said. “How about this, don’t book anyone else next time. I’ll be your life model.”

“…”

Pei Ran had drawn many life models. His former mentor pursued beauty and harmony, and the models he hired had figures that were better than the last.

But to Pei Ran, studying was just studying. His gaze towards any model was calm, and he never had a single other thought or idea.

But at this very moment.

He recalled Yan Zhun’s taut and smooth collarbones, the prominent Adam’s apple when he tilted his head up, his fair, well-defined fingers.

After a long while, Pei Ran said, “You can’t be one.”

Yan Zhun: “Why.”

“I wouldn’t be able to draw…” Pei Ran said honestly. “If you take off your clothes, my mind won’t be calm. I won’t be able to draw.”

Even his dead-serious reply sounded like a seduction.

Yan Zhun seemed to let out a very light laugh, or maybe he didn’t. Before Pei Ran could see clearly, he was kissed again.

There was no one else in the dorm, and there was no sound of rain this time. Hearing the sounds he and Yan Zhun were making together, Pei Ran’s ears were burning.

One of Yan Zhun’s hands rested lazily on his waist. Pei Ran’s waist was very thin, something that was obvious even normally. He could feel the smoothness underneath the clothes, without a single bit of excess flesh.

The moment Yan Zhun’s hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, Pei Ran’s entire head went numb.

Even though that hand didn’t touch anywhere else, just resting in the same spot as before.

The air conditioner’s heating finally started to kick in slowly. As the indoor temperature rose, Pei Ran felt a bit suffocated, yet he also felt a strange sense of comfort.

Until he let out a very soft, muffled groan.

Pei Ran froze, unable to believe that sound had come from him. Yan Zhun also paused for a moment, then half a second later, he let go of Pei Ran.

This time, Pei Ran saw clearly. Yan Zhun was truly smiling.

He said, “Thank you for the affirmation, Teacher Pei.”