BTMDY Extra 8

To speed up his return home in the future, Shi Yuan’s studies weren’t exactly easy, so getting even a few days off was already a big deal.

Just the trip from home to Sigwell took two full days round-trip, so they didn’t stay long—only four days—before boarding the international flight.

Every time this happened, Lin Wangye couldn’t help but feel a little reluctant to leave.

Sigwell wasn’t actually bad. The locals were friendly, the scenery was unique, but the food was far too plain compared to home, and for Lin Wangye, it got boring fast.

And it wasn’t just Lin Shen who found life dull.

Lin Wangye felt the same way.

In fact, he was even more bored than Lin Shen. Lin Shen had classes to attend, and his boredom only hit on those rare days off when work slowed down.

Lin Wangye’s boredom, on the other hand, was pure, unrelenting boredom.

When Shi Yuan was in class, he literally had nothing to do, wandering around aimlessly, so idle that he half-joked about sweeping up every leaf on the streets.

He’d thought about finding a job locally, but Sigwell was sparsely populated and life moved slowly. In a foreign land like this, without planning a long-term stay, it was nearly impossible to find a professional job that fit.

The only options were restaurants or cafes.

Putting aside whether Lin Wangye even wanted a menial job like waiting tables or cleaning, Shi Yuan certainly wouldn’t let him go through that kind of struggle for nothing.

If Lin Shen knew, he’d probably storm overseas just to punch someone.

After exploring every place nearby, when Shi Yuan went to class, Lin Wangye had to entertain himself—playing games, reading, or tinkering with DIY projects at home.

Living with Lin Wangye every day, Shi Yuan quickly noticed this.

Knowing Lin Wangye’s family and friends were all back home, and that he could only revolve around himself in Sigwell—and that Shi Yuan couldn’t be with him every moment—he had thought about letting him go back home.

But after discussing it a few times, Lin Wangye had refused without hesitation.

Rather than being apart and worrying over each other day and night, he’d rather watch the birds in the sky or ants on the ground in Sigwell for a few days.

Shi Yuan had no choice but to rush back to him as soon as classes ended and got a pass from the school, giving Lin Wangye free access to the library and many other places on campus.

With that pass, life suddenly felt a lot more fulfilling.

The university library was a fantastic place, especially at such a top school—most people couldn’t get in easily.

Now that he could come and go freely, Lin Wangye often went to school with Shi Yuan.

While Shi Yuan attended classes, he’d head to the library to read, waiting for Shi Yuan to find him or meeting him outside the classroom when he finished.

Reading books entirely in a foreign language was tough, but as long as he could settle down and focus, he could understand them. Whether or not he expanded his knowledge didn’t matter—at the very least, his foreign language skills shot up several levels.

Before Lin Wangye had actually stepped into the school, Shi Yuan’s classmates and friends had only heard that he wasn’t single.

When Lin Wangye started showing up at school with Shi Yuan more often, word spread quickly. People who knew Shi Yuan or interacted with him regularly couldn’t help but get curious. So even when Shi Yuan wasn’t around, Lin Wangye would still get greeted while wandering the campus alone, with a few casual words exchanged.

Most conversations were simple—“What’s your name?” “How long have you two been together?”—followed by some friendly well-wishes when parting ways.

Lin Wangye was genuinely happy that Shi Yuan had his own friends.

In his past life, he’d hardly seen Uncle Shi Yuan have any social circle at all. He was always alone, his life revolving entirely around work and, apart from that, around Lin Wangye himself. Everything was centered on him.

Back then, Lin Wangye had been thrilled that Shi Yuan valued him so much.

But no normal person could really isolate themselves that way.

It was just that Shi Yuan had been through a lot, subconsciously shutting himself off, unwilling to interact with too many people or things.

So, every time someone unfamiliar greeted him at school, Lin Wangye would take note of their names and tell Shi Yuan later, asking how they knew each other.

Yet surprises always happen. One day, while Lin Wangye casually mentioned a name over a meal, Shi Yuan suddenly looked up.

“Vincent?”

“Yeah, I think I got that right.” Lin Wangye lightly bit his spoon, trying to recall the person from earlier that day. “Tall guy, blue eyes, probably Nordic, pretty easy on the eyes.”

At that moment, Lin Wangye suddenly remembered something and raised his arm to show his wrist.

“He had a tattoo there. I didn’t see the exact design clearly… probably some kind of animal.”

Hearing this, Shi Yuan seemed to piece things together and asked sharply, “A wolf?”

“Maybe…”

Lin Wangye hadn’t looked too closely. He speared a piece of sausage and asked casually, “You know him, right?”

Shi Yuan, almost done eating, put down his utensils, leaned slightly forward on the table, and instead of answering, asked back, “Did he add you as a contact?”

“He did.” Lin Wangye nodded. “He said he’s your friend and that I could reach out if I needed anything.”

“Let me see.” Shi Yuan held out his hand.

Without a second thought, Lin Wangye handed over his phone.

Opening the local Sigwell social app on Lin Wangye’s phone, Shi Yuan searched and, unsurprisingly, found someone saved as Vincent. He clicked into the person’s profile and posts, confirming it was exactly who he thought.

“I’m deleting him.”

With that, Shi Yuan tapped a few times and added the person to his blacklist.

Shi Yuan was usually polite, always asking Lin Wangye’s opinion first. Lin Wangye rarely saw this side of him—so assertive, deleting someone from his contacts without even asking.

Wide-eyed, Lin Wangye sensed something was wrong and immediately asked, “What’s up? Did you have a fight with him?”

“No.” Shi Yuan returned the phone and explained, “This guy has a terrible reputation. He flirts with everyone, especially other people’s boyfriends or girlfriends. I don’t even know him. If he added you, it’s definitely not for good reasons.”

“Ah!”

Hearing about this, Lin Wangye felt instantly nauseous. Staring at his phone screen, it was as if something dirty had crawled inside, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe it all clean.

Recalling how friendly and cheerful this guy had seemed when he approached him earlier, a shiver ran down Lin Wangye’s spine. Shaking with unease, he tossed the phone aside.

“Are there really people like this? Doesn’t anyone stop him?”

“Stuff like this, personal behavior and character issues, the school has no say in it.” Shi Yuan took a napkin and wiped the salad dressing off Lin Wangye’s chin, continuing, “He’s so bold because he comes from a wealthy family, looks good, spends freely, and many people are happy to hang out with him. There are plenty of people chasing him. The fact that he reached out to you? He’s got his eyes on you. From now on, if you see him, stay away.”

Lin Wangye recalled that he had even complimented this guy’s looks not long ago, and a pang of regret twisted his gut.

Grossed out and unsettled, he couldn’t even eat anymore.

Glancing at Shi Yuan’s expression, Lin Wangye dropped his knife and fork, ran over, and clung to him, speaking in a sweet, careful tone: “I definitely won’t add random friends anymore.”

Seeing Lin Wangye put down his utensils and start clearing the table, Shi Yuan paused, his gaze softening, a gentle curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not mad at you. This isn’t your fault.”

“I’m really bad at this,” Lin Wangye said, climbing onto Shi Yuan’s lap to face him, lips downturned in a pitiful expression. “I felt something off in his eyes when he talked to me, a little too… enthusiastic. But I thought he was your friend, so I didn’t think much of it.”

Shi Yuan wrapped one arm around his waist, resting the back of his hand on the edge of the table, smiling softly.

“I was always worried about taking care of you. Now, if some random person claims to be my friend, they could easily trick you.”

Normally, Lin Wangye might have said something like, ‘I’ll be careful next time’ or ‘I won’t talk to strangers.’

But his eyes flickered, an idea sparking, and he said instead, “Then I won’t go out to see anyone else. I’ll just stay home, waiting for you every day.”

Hearing this, Shi Yuan’s eyes darkened slightly, unmistakable possessiveness shining through, though his words remained calm.

“Wouldn’t that get boring?”

Sigwell was a land that celebrated love openly, where people expressed their feelings in the simplest ways.

Lin Wangye’s way of showing love had always been passionate.

Spending so much time in this place had soaked him in its strong romantic vibe.

“I’d be bored if I wasn’t thinking of you.”

His eyes sparkled as if stars were flowing within them. He smiled brightly: “Turning over and over, thinking of you… and waiting for your hugs and kisses when you come home.”

Honesty and openness always had a way of stirring desire.

At that, Shi Yuan could no longer hold back. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Lin Wangye’s soft, moist ones, cutting off the breath that Lin Wangye had used to speak.

No matter how many times they kissed, the moment Shi Yuan’s lips touched his, Lin Wangye’s blood and nerves couldn’t help but shiver.

His body tensed at first, instinctively, then gradually melted into Shi Yuan’s embrace as a warm, intoxicating heat spread through him, letting him be claimed completely.

The breathless moans that followed fanned the flames of their desire, quickening the rise of passion.

As Shi Yuan pushed himself up, Lin Wangye felt his body lift—Shi Yuan cupped him at the thighs and hoisted him up. He didn’t stop kissing; naturally, he curled his legs around Shi Yuan’s waist.

It was only a few steps from the table to the bedroom.

After a few rounds of lips finding each other, Lin Wangye tumbled onto the soft mattress.

In the dim light, with the lamp still off, the two of them stared at each other.

A few seconds later Shi Yuan leaned over, voice low: “You really think Vincent’s good-looking?”

Lin Wangye already knew this boomerang was coming; it was late, but it would never miss. Taking advantage of the fact that the man before him would never actually get mad, he played dumb without shame and mumbled, “Who? No idea. Don’t make stuff up if you don’t have proof.”

Thinking of the friend he’d just deleted, Shi Yuan let out a soft laugh.

Their heated gazes tangled before their bodies did, unwilling to let go.

When Lin Wangye pressed his lips together and swallowed, it was like a signal being given. He reflexively reached for something—only to have his hand grabbed first, fingers interlaced with Shi Yuan’s.

“Close your eyes.”

*

Nordic playboy: “It’s easiest to chase someone who already has a partner—there’s only one rival.” That’s the lesson your Chinese scumbag ancestor taught me!

Lin Wangye: Did he tell you that the someone can’t be Xiao Lin?

Nordic playboy: …

Lin Wangye (dialing): Mom, he got me into trouble, get someone to beat him up!

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