CFHE Chapter 92

The matter of going back to First High to see teachers on the 12th was thus decided, and Fu Yuhan had no choice but to agree to go along.

Because their renowned Wen Yu, Yu-ge, at the dining table, in full view of everyone, hooked his pinky finger and acted coquettish in a tender, lingering low voice.

However thunderstruck the other four were, that’s how soft Fu Yuhan’s heart was. His brain short-circuited and he agreed.

They ate together and then went to sing karaoke.

After the college entrance exam ended, everyone was liberated. They ordered a couple extra bottles of alcohol that evening. If Zhao Tong hadn’t called to urge several times, they wouldn’t have dispersed so quickly.

Wen Yu, who had the best alcohol tolerance, was also in the best spirits. He took charge of getting everyone heading the same or different directions into separate taxis, reminding them to send a message when they got home, before finally saying goodbye.

After everyone left, Wen Yu turned back with a smile: “Let’s go, we should also…”

His unfinished words disappeared in his throat.

He saw Fu Yuhan looking at him with burning eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Wen Yu asked.

“I’m sorry.” Fu Yuhan said. “Yu-ge.”

The warm summer wind blew past, thin t-shirts hanging on their bodies, outlining his somewhat slender frame.

Wen Yu’s brain, which had been excited by alcohol, suddenly calmed a bit. He was slightly stunned, then laughed: “Why are you suddenly apologizing again?”

“You did it on purpose, right? Acting coquettish with me at the table.” Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, looking at his hanging fingers, somewhat lost in thought. “I probably still didn’t do enough… made you feel insecure.”

Normally, Wen Yu would only talk to him like that in private.

And only when he wanted something from him.

Neither of them were the type to act coquettish all the time—even their coquettishness carried a steady, reserved flavor. No matter how Fu Yuhan thought about it, it was because Yang Fan was there today.

He’d liked Yang Fan for too long in the past. Wen Yu having a bit of a stress response… was understandable.

But Fu Yuhan just felt stifled inside, somewhat unable to breathe.

Like a dull ache.

Wen Yu was somewhat surprised, his gaze instantly softening.

“Xiao Han,” his voice was gentle, “may I hug you?”

This was the main road outside a KTV in the early morning hours, with countless young men and women who’d just finished singing karaoke waiting for taxis.

Two tall, handsome youths were already conspicuous, but Fu Yuhan didn’t hesitate at all and nodded: “Mm.”

Wen Yu closed his eyes, opened his arms, and gathered that slender figure into his embrace, a satisfied sigh escaping his throat.

He pressed against Fu Yuhan and sniffed. After a long while, he finally said: “Don’t apologize. I’m the one who’s wrong.”

Fu Yuhan didn’t make a sound.

“You’ve already done very well. It’s me… I’m too petty.” Wen Yu said. “Maybe it’s… since childhood I haven’t had anything that truly belonged to me, because no matter what Wen Ziming gave me, as long as he was unhappy he could take it away at any time… I’m always like this, paranoid. I tried to control it but the results weren’t so…”

“I don’t belong to you.” Fu Yuhan suddenly said.

After he spoke, he felt the arms holding him stiffen.

Fu Yuhan lightly swept a glance at the probing looks occasionally cast from around them, reached out to hug Wen Yu back, lowered his cool eyes, and said softly against the other’s ear: “I don’t belong to you. I just walked to your side. Don’t feel like you can’t hold onto me, because you don’t need to hold onto me.”

“We’re two complete people. No one is a possession. No one needs to hold onto anyone, and no one will be casually taken back by anyone. We just like each other, and then we came together.”

Bodies that had consumed alcohol were hotter than usual—both of theirs were.

This embrace, because of the summer night’s warm breeze and alcohol, or perhaps also sweet words, showed some restlessness, making one’s heartbeat involuntarily accelerate.

“Xiao Han…” Wen Yu’s voice suddenly became a bit hoarse, his heart melting into complete softness.

“I know. I liked Yang Fan for so long. Even if I tell you over and over that I’ve really let him go, that I like you, you probably still can’t completely convince yourself to believe it.” Fu Yuhan laughed softly. “I understand, Yu-ge. I just feel I didn’t do well enough and want to treat you even better. Maybe one day in the future, you won’t doubt anymore.”

“No, you’ve already…”

Fu Yuhan released him, one finger pressing against his lips.

Then he looked steadily at Wen Yu and smiled, shaking his head.

“You thinking I’ve done well enough and me wanting to treat you even better don’t conflict.” he said. “Alright, let’s go home.”

“Mm.” Wen Yu threaded his fingers through his, interlocking them tightly together, saying in a low voice, “Let’s go home.”

On the way home, Wen Yu seemed somewhat silent, as if thinking about things.

Every young person’s growth is accompanied by many long periods of contemplation. Fu Yuhan didn’t disturb him.

The two returned home silently and placed the Jigglypuff together with the Haunter that had been stuffed in the cabinet for a long time on the TV stand across from the large bed. That way, they could see them as soon as they woke up.

When surging emotions that make one certain cannot be expressed in words, they are expressed through intertwined bodies. On this summer night carrying a certain heat, Wen Yu called his lover’s name over and over until the other was so tired even his fingertips couldn’t move, falling into deep sleep in his arms.

Only then did he contentedly place a silent kiss on the other’s forehead.

For students tortured by the college entrance exam for a year… or more, idle time at home always passed quickly.

The two spent several days with game consoles, movies, and sweet words. In the blink of an eye, the morning of the appointed day arrived.

When the first alarm sounded, Fu Yuhan opened his eyes. His hand accurately found the alarm switch on his phone and turned it off. Then, squinting, he pushed the person beside him: “Get up… Move over a bit, you’re holding me and it’s so hot.”

“That’s worth complaining about? Didn’t I tell you to turn the AC lower…” Wen Yu frowned, saying groggily, “What time is it?”

“The alarm was set for 7.” Fu Yuhan sniffled. “Setting the AC too low isn’t good for your health, and besides…” He coughed twice, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. “The reason I don’t want you holding me is because you’ve practically worn me out these past few days, okay? I’ll never use the ‘three husky idiots’ to tease you again. You’re just a Teddy¹“Three Husky Idiots” (雪橇三傻) – This is a Chinese internet slang term referring to three sled dog breeds known for being energetic, destructive, and difficult to control: Siberian Husky, Alaskan Malamute, and Samoyed. They’re called “idiots” (傻) affectionately because of their wild, uncontrollable energy. Teddy (泰迪) – Refers to Teddy Bear dogs (usually toy poodles). In Chinese internet slang, calling someone a “Teddy” is a humorous/crude way of saying they’re overly sexually active or can’t control themselves, because these small dogs are stereotypically known for humping things constantly..”

“…” Wen Yu was choked by his words and couldn’t help laughing.

Boys have instinctive physiological reactions in the morning. Usually, just leaving it alone and calming down would be fine.

But these past few days, taking advantage of the vacation, he’d chosen other ways to handle it. Maybe it had gone a bit too far.

Fu Yuhan gave him a punch with his eyes closed: “Get up. It’s far from here to First High. What if there’s traffic… Get up early.”

“You’re not getting up?” Wen Yu propped himself up with his elbows while lying down, looking at him.

The room was very dark, but Fu Yuhan’s cool-toned fair skin seemed to carry its own soft glow, making him very clear to see.

He couldn’t help lowering his head to kiss the corner of his forehead.

“Tired…” Fu Yuhan said vaguely. “Want to sleep ten more minutes.”

“Then I’ll call you after I wash up?”

“Mm.” Fu Yuhan nodded, tilting his head and falling back asleep.

Wen Yu jumped out of bed.

His problem with not being able to get up lately had improved a lot. Mainly because when Fu Yuhan called him, he had morning grumpiness but nowhere to vent it. Over time, it actually cured his problem of waking up full of anger. On the contrary, Fu Yuhan, who used to wake early, had been influenced by him to wake up later and later.

But Wen Yu thought this was a good thing.

Fu Yuhan used to be a light sleeper, often having nightmares in the middle of the night. At first, Wen Yu didn’t know, until once when he was letting Fu Yuhan stay over and was awakened by sobbing sounds.

He’d never seen Fu Yuhan cry while awake. At that time, Wen Yu was drowsy and didn’t think much before turning on the bedside lamp.

Fu Yuhan woke almost instantly, turning over with a large movement and covering half his head with the blanket.

Wen Yu didn’t know whether to thank his sharp eyes.

In the instant Fu Yuhan turned, he saw crystalline light flash on his long lashes—tears.

Back then their relationship wasn’t that good. Wen Yu didn’t comfort him, pretending he hadn’t noticed anything and getting up to use the bathroom. But later he’d think of that scene from time to time, so occasionally when he exhausted Fu Yuhan harshly at night and watched him fall into deep sleep, he’d actually feel quite happy inside.

He quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, shaved, and changed clothes. Seeing he could delay no longer, he finally returned to the bedroom and crouched down by the bedside.

“Fu-ge,” he called in a soft voice. “Time to get up.”

“Mm…” Fu Yuhan squinted and struggled to pull down the blanket covering his face.

Wen Yu turned on the bedside lamp, looked at his sleepy face, and as if bewitched, lowered his head to peck at his lips.

“Haven’t brushed my teeth yet…” Fu Yuhan groggily dodged him.

“What’s there to fear? At worst, I’ll go brush again later.” Wen Yu took advantage of the opening when he spoke to deepen the kiss. “Not convinced? Then get up.”

“Mm…”

Kissing like this, forget sleepiness—even if there was no fire in his body, this would kindle one. After kissing him for a while, Fu Yuhan suddenly opened his eyes, pushed him away, his waist springing up as he sat up and threw off the blanket to get out of bed: “I’m going to wash up…”

He covered his mouth and fled in defeat.

Wen Yu laughed, sitting without moving, calming himself down.

Early in the morning—important matters came first after all.

Lingering would delay things.

After each washing up and changing clothes, the two went downstairs to eat breakfast, preparing to take a taxi to First High.

From Third High to First High required crossing through the busy downtown area. The road was indeed somewhat congested. By the time they arrived at First High’s entrance, quite a few people had already gathered in small groups.

Fu Yuhan was somewhat unfamiliar with this place.

The place he should have tested into, but couldn’t attend because his mom secretly changed his application. Out of some complex emotion mixed with sadness and pride, along with a young person’s fragile self-esteem, he’d barely come here over three years.

Even when occasionally in the area, he’d deliberately take detours unless it was truly unavoidable.

Now that he was actually at the entrance, he felt somewhat awkward. Fortunately, the graduates there weren’t wearing school uniforms, which reduced his discomfort.

However, when the two walked over, Fu Yuhan realized that group over there were all people from Wen Yu’s class.

Yang Fan, Chu Lei, Pi-qiu, and Beanpole had already arrived. There were also several other boys and five girls, including Zhao Tong, whom they all knew.

“Yu-ge!” A boy Fu Yuhan didn’t really know waved at the two. “Over here!”

The two walked over, and a group of people surrounded them. A boy laughed and said: “Long time no see, Yu-ge. How did you do on the exam?”

“Not bad,” Wen Yu smiled at them. “The scores aren’t out yet, who knows?”

“Wen Yu definitely did better than you. Stop humiliating yourself.” A girl rolled her eyes at the boy.

“Oh my,” the boy showed a pained expression, teasing her. “Protect him, keep protecting him.”

“Don’t talk about her. Just ask the other girls in our class,” another girl said with a smile. “If you and Wen Yu got in a fight, see which side the girls in our class would take.”

“This cold, heartless, face-judging world.” The boy said heavily.

After speaking, he lifted his head, glanced at Fu Yuhan, and asked curiously: “Hey, who’s this?”

“Uh, I’m Wen Yu’s…” Fu Yuhan suddenly turned his head.

It was somewhat magical—when he placed his gaze on Wen Yu’s face, he discovered the other was also looking at him.

Eyes met, and they seemed to magically understand each other’s meaning.

Because Fu Yuhan saw Wen Yu smile at him with crinkled eyes, then pick up where he left off.

“Family.” Wen Yu’s arm came across to hook around Fu Yuhan’s shoulder. “Let me introduce everyone—this is my boyfriend.”

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  “Three Husky Idiots” (雪橇三傻) – This is a Chinese internet slang term referring to three sled dog breeds known for being energetic, destructive, and difficult to control: Siberian Husky, Alaskan Malamute, and Samoyed. They’re called “idiots” (傻) affectionately because of their wild, uncontrollable energy. Teddy (泰迪) – Refers to Teddy Bear dogs (usually toy poodles). In Chinese internet slang, calling someone a “Teddy” is a humorous/crude way of saying they’re overly sexually active or can’t control themselves, because these small dogs are stereotypically known for humping things constantly.