"Let's go inside," he patted Chu Yi, "and sleep."

"Okay," Chu Yi nodded.

After going back into the room, turning off the lights, and lying back in bed, the strange atmosphere from the darkness earlier filled the room again. But this time, the feeling was different.

Yan Hang closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Yan Hang," Chu Yi rolled over, putting his hand on his arm. His palm felt warm.

"Hmm?" Yan Hang responded.

Chu Yi didn't say anything else. He just snuggled a little closer to him, resting his forehead on Yan Hang's shoulder.

After a long silence, just when Yan Hang was about to forget that Chu Yi had called his name earlier, Chu Yi spoke again: "Do you think...am I..."

"Hmm?" Yan Hang turned his head. "Am I what?"

"Do I have...some kind of problem?" Chu Yi asked.

"Problem?" Yan Hang was puzzled.  

He felt this was rather serious. It seemed Chu Yi had just now made the connection between liking someone and this kind of thing.  

So the shock must have been quite big.

"How is this a problem?" Yan Hang quickly rolled over to face him as they lay side by side. But he didn't know what to say for the moment. "This stuff...it's pretty normal."

"Is it normal?" Chu Yi looked at him.  

The moonlight coming in through the curtain fell onto the corner of his eye, making him look rather pitiful. Yan Hang couldn't help reaching out to rub Chu Yi's head. He could even feel Chu Yi's pinned back ears under his palm.

He tried his best to find the right words: "It's very normal. Everyone will..."

"Does this happen to you too?" Chu Yi asked.

"Ah," Yan Hang felt Chu Yi's IQ might have shot out along with some protein just now. "Isn't that obvious?"

"I don't think so," Chu Yi said softly. "It doesn't happen just from a touch...You don't when you go to the bathroom either..."

"Wait," Yan Hang suddenly felt this topic was a bit off. He pressed Chu Yi's forehead back to look at his face. "What are you talking about?"

"Just, just now when I, when I touched it a bit..." Chu Yi stammered.  

"Fuck," Yan Hang had to laugh. "Are you saying you came just from a touch?"

"Ah," Chu Yi shook his head, breaking free of his hand and burying his face in the quilt. His muffled voice came out, "Do I have some kind of...problem?"

"Fuck, you scared me," Yan Hang laughed and rubbed Chu Yi's head through the quilt. "No fucking problem."

"Why so fast," Chu Yi's voice was still muffled. "One second shot."

Yan Hang burst out laughing loudly, not even bothering to comfort him anymore. He rolled onto his back, laughing hard until he was coughing.  

Finally, Chu Yi poked his head out from the quilt, frowning at him: "Are you fucking done laughing?!"

"Oh no, so fierce," Yan Hang kept laughing as he pinched Chu Yi's nose. "I can even see your fangs."

Chu Yi just kept frowning at him silently.

"Okay, I'll stop laughing," Yan Hang took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to laugh. "Nothing's wrong with you."

Chu Yi was still looking at him.

"You've never even jerked off yourself," Yan Hang said, feeling a bit awkward, but Chu Yi's appearance made him bite the bullet and keep talking. "So of course you'd be...really sensitive. Plus it wasn't your own hand...the stimulation was pretty big, so you just..."  

Yan Hang cleared his throat. "Came from a touch."

Chu Yi didn't reply. After a while, he buried his head in the quilt again. "Ah...embarrassing."

Yan Hang couldn't help laughing again.

Chu Yi snuggled up to him twice. "What about you?"

"Me what?" Yan Hang asked.

"Has it been like this for you too?" Chu Yi asked.  

"No," Yan Hang said. "I just use my left hand or my right hand."

"A slow motion," Chu Yi sang out like chanting scripture.

Yan Hang laughed for a long time again.  

Until they both laughed themselves sleepy.

Finally, Chu Yi didn't dwell on it anymore. He poked his nose out from the quilt and soon fell asleep.

Yan Hang had thought this would be a rather awkward matter, but after laughing it off, it didn't feel so awkward anymore.

But when Yan Hang woke up the next morning, it was as if everything came back to him clearly. The feeling of awkwardness hit him heavily once more.

Chu Yi was probably feeling the same way. He got up gloomily, washed up, ate breakfast, and even walked with a slight shuffle as he left.

"I'll see you tonight?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah," Chu Yi nodded, then looked at him again. "Take a taxi, if you're going. Don't take the bus."

"Got it," Yan Hang smiled.  

"Then I'm going." Chu Yi opened the door and left.

"Hey, dog," Yan Hang called him again.

Chu Yi came back again. "What did you call me?"

"Eager puppy," Yan Hang pointed at the TV cabinet. "There's a set of keys in that drawer. Take them with you so you don't have to keep knocking when you come over again."

"...Oh," Chu Yi responded awkwardly. He walked over and took out the keys from the drawer.

As he walked to the door, he shuffled very noticeably, bouncing a couple times but unable to correct it. In the end, he could only shuffle out the door.

After Chu Yi left and the door closed, Yan Hang sighed.  

Giving him the keys at this moment seemed a bit poorly timed.

Not until Chu Yi was out of the elevator could he finally relax a little, and his steps were not so awkward either. He looked down to tidy up his clothes a bit.

Stepping out of the building, a cold gust of wind hit him and he shivered all over, finally able to get his thoughts back to normal.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly whipped around to look back up at Yan Hang's building.  

The bay window of Yan Hang's home was closed, but before Chu Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, the window suddenly opened. Yan Hang stuck out his arm to wave at him.  

He suddenly staggered, nearly falling to the ground. He didn't even have time to wave goodbye to Yan Hang. He turned around and rushed towards the community gate, practically running away.  

He didn't take a taxi today. Taking taxis back and forth every day was too expensive. He had left early today and took the bus to school.  

The bus was very crowded with people squeezing back and forth the whole way. He moved from the front of the bus to the back, then from the back to the middle by the bus driver, eventually getting squeezed by several older women to the back door.

After feeling extremely awkward this morning, not even daring to look at Yan Hang, not even daring to think back on what happened last night, now being squeezed around on the bus, all the awkwardness was squeezed out of him.  

The only thought left in his mind was "let me off this bus!"

When he got off at the school stop, everyone had been squeezed quite thin.  

Just after walking through the school gates, someone called out to him from the side: "Chu Yi!"

"Ah," he turned his head to see his frowning homeroom teacher, "Teacher Yang."

"You're really being unreasonable!" Teacher Yang looked at him.

Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, not saying anything.  

From Teacher Yang's meaning, he should already know that he didn't go back to the dorm last night.

"Your parents sent you so far away to go to school to learn, not to fool around everywhere!" Teacher Yang frowned, "Why do you think the school makes local students live on campus, if not to manage you all strictly!"

"Mm," Chu Yi responded with a sound, head lowered not even daring to look at him.  

He was rarely scolded by teachers, but even when teachers didn't scold him he would feel nervous. Now with a teacher directly scolding him to his face, he couldn't get out a single word.