Don’t You Like Me

Chapter Ch81 - [Extra: Wang Tiantian] Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

Translator: reiyu; Editor: GlitteryPanda

The wind, carrying the scent of midsummer, blew in through the window screen and into the dorm room. Wang Zhuo had just taken a shower and his body was still damp, and as the wind passed over him he felt very comfortable and refreshed. He stood in front of the window, enjoying the breeze, then felt that it was not enough and took off his shirt, slinging it over the back of his chair. Shoulders bare, he opened his arms to the wind.

He Hao, who was bent over gathering his toiletries for washing up, straightened and immediately saw Wang Zhuo’s exquisite body in front of the window. Wang Zhuo was also stupidly waving to the dorm room in the opposite building, where someone was screaming loudly for some reason, and yelling back, “Third-year seniors, hello!”

He Hao pursed his lips, walked over, and calmly pulled the blinds shut.

The white curtains lifted in the wind, but still did not hide anything. Wang Zhuo, still oblivious, happily took off his pajama pants as he said to He Hao, “What a cool breeze. Aren’t you hot, wearing long pants on such a warm day? It’s a crime against humanity, isn’t it?”

He Hao’s gaze drifted from Wang Zhuo’s rail-thin body, devoid of an ounce of flesh, to his purple underpants. Wang Zhuo was pale by nature, and the bright colour made his skin look even paler.

Wang Zhuo had seven pairs of underpants. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. One colour for every day of the week… his life was very orderly.

He Hao glared harshly at Wang Zhuo. Then without warning, he stuck his hand out and lifted Wang Zhuo’s half-shed pajama pants back up!

Wang Zhuo was stunned. “… Damn it, you scared me to death.”

He Hao: “How did I scare you?”

Wang Zhuo patted his chest. “I thought you were going to do a monkey and steal peaches!”

He Hao: “……”

Was there still time to steal them now?

“Careful not to catch a cold, taking off all your clothes like that.” He Hao dragged the bare-shouldered Wang Zhuo away from the window and pushed him to the desk. “Do your homework. You still haven’t finished it for these two subjects.”

Wang Zhuo opened the exercise book, stretched lazily in front of his desk, then pillowed his head on He Hao’s shoulder. “The wind made me sleepy. I’m not in the mood to study.”

He Hao flipped open his own exercise book and thought, I’m the one who’s not in the damn mood to study.

Wang Zhuo straightened up and did two practice questions, then leaned on He Hao again. His upper body stuck lazily to He Hao’s and he said, “Ritian, I want to eat ice cream.”

He Hao flinched slightly, so slightly it was nearly unnoticeable. “You’ve eaten so many sticks of ice cream already today. You started eating them the moment you got out of class. Do you still care about your stomach or not?”

Wang Zhuo laughed out loud and said cutely, without any reservation at all, “Darling.”

Wang Zhuo’s features were quite fine, but he had a mischievous appearance. It was better when he was not smiling, but the moment he smiled he looked devilish, as if his entire stomach was full of mischief.

He Hao did not move nor speak, as if he wanted to hear more.

Wang Zhuo reached up and hooked an arm around He Hao’s neck, wickedly blowing a breath into his ear. So cute that it could kill, he whined, “Hao Hao, baby, sweetheart, go downstairs and buy three ice cream sticks for me. Strawberry or tiramisu flavour. I still have homework to do for two subjects, but you only have homework for one, so run this errand for me? Tonight I’ll give you a shoulder massage.”

He Hao smiled and got up. “One stick. Any more and you’ll get a stomachache.”

Wang Zhuo: “Three sticks, darling.”

He Hao: “Two sticks, darling.”

Wang Zhuo blew him a kiss. “Three sticks, darling, all right?”

He Hao was silent for a moment. “… If you get a stomachache I’m not taking care of you.”

As he finished, he went downstairs and climbed the wall to buy ice cream for Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo smiled with happy satisfaction and went back to his homework. He felt that he was very good at haggling! A smooth operator!

Five minutes later, He Hao came back and threw the three ice cream sticks to Wang Zhuo. Seeing that Wang Zhuo was currently writing attentively, he picked one up, opened the wrapper, and put it to Wang Zhuo’s mouth, touching Wang Zhuo’s lips with the coffee-coloured ice cream. Wang Zhuo had thin lips and a sharp mouth, making him seem cold and aloof. But the moment the ice cream touched his lips, they seemed to go as soft as flower petals…

Wang Zhuo opened his mouth, trying to eat the ice cream by his mouth, but He Hao snatched it back as if he were possessed, and then touched Wang Zhuo’s lips with the ice cream again.

Wang Zhuo: “……”

He Hao: “……”

Wang Zhuo was amused. “Bored, are you?”

He Hao exhaled. “No.” He pushed the ice cream into Wang Zhuo’s hands, looked down, and did his own homework.

Wang Zhuo ate the ice cream a stick at a time with his left hand, while still happily writing his homework with his right.

Around ten, Wang Zhuo had finished his homework and He Hao was lying on his bunk reading a novel on his e-reader.

Wang Zhuo closed his exercise book and leaped enthusiastically onto He Hao’s bed, spread his legs, and jumped onto He Hao.

He Hao uncomfortably retreated. “What are you doing?”

Wang Zhuo showed his trademark cocky smile. “Giving you a shoulder massage, Your Majesty.”

“All right, go on.” He Hao hurriedly turned around and lay on his stomach, as if trying to hide something!

Wang Zhuo sat down on He Hao’s butt and started fervently kneading He Hao’s shoulders. When he was done kneading, he started massaging He Hao’s back. After lightly hitting for a while, Wang Zhuo craned his neck to look at He Hao’s e-reader. “What book are you reading? Is it interesting?”

He Hao had not flipped the page in a while. He licked his lips and said, “Quite good. A horror book.”

Wang Zhuo was excited. “I like horror. What’s it about?”

He Hao: “A pen spirit.”

Wang Zhuo: “That’s no fun. There are already too many pen spirit stories.”

He Hao went back to the summary page for the novel and read the description ‘Gentle loyal top x silly earnest bottom’. His thoughts took a strange turn and he started promoting the book to Wang Zhuo. “But this one is very good and the pen spirit is just the hook. The rest of the book is about other types of ghosts.” Seeing that Wang Zhuo now looked interested, He Hao summarized the plot for him.

“It sounds interesting.” Wang Zhuo slapped He Hao’s back twice and said, “Done with the massage… When you’re done with that book, lend it to me.”

He Hao answered immediately, “Sure.”

Wang Zhuo got off He Hao and scooched to one side, back against the wall as he messed with his phone. After a while, Wang Zhuo asked out of nowhere, “Hey, have you tried summoning a pen spirit before?”

He Hao had done it before, but now that Wang Zhuo was asking, he shook his head. “I haven’t. Do you want to try?”

His gaze casually swept over Wang Zhuo’s pale and slender hands. Whenever Wang Zhuo exerted strength with his hands, the bones would beautifully show through the back of his hand.

“Then let’s try it? I haven’t tried before.” Wang Zhuo’s eyes glittered like a child’s.

He Hao acquiesced. “Sure.”

He Hao took out a pen and a piece of paper and made preparations on the desk to summon the pen spirit. First, he wrote the words Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing on the paper, then wrote yes, no, male, female, the Arabic numerals and the Latin alphabet… he was clearly familiar with this!

Wang Zhuo asked earnestly, “Have you played this before?”

He Hao flinched. “No… I just read it in the novel.”

Wang Zhuo accepted this explanation.

When the paper was ready, both of them wrapped their hands around each other’s, holding the pen. Both looked excited, but they were excited about different things.

Wang Zhuo recited the spell to invite the pen spirit, but He Hao was not paying attention, wholeheartedly focusing on the sensation of his skin against Wang Zhuo’s. He Hao did not believe in spirits. He thought that when two people summoned the pen spirit, the pen would ‘move on its own’ because the two people had different levels of strength, and it was the stronger person who was subconsciously moving the pen…

As He Hao was thinking, the pen in their hands suddenly moved a little.