"It's quite nice," Yan Hang brought over another slightly longer one, "Try this style too."

If the short one is already this expensive, the longer one must be even pricier!

Chu Yi shook his head. "I like, like the short one."

"Alright," Yan Hang didn't say anything else, took off his own jacket and handed it to him, put on the slightly longer one, "Then I'll take this one."

"Mmhmm." Chu Yi watched him.  

No matter what Yan Hang wore, he looked quite good - casual, sporty, formal, long, short, pullovers, zippers - whatever style, he could make it look stylish.  

This must be what they call aura.

The aura of a hot guy.  

While Yan Hang was trying on clothes, Chu Yi saw a lot of scarves hanging on a rack next to them, which looked very hot-guy-esque.  

He reached out and touched them - very soft, must be nice and warm too.  

So he sneakily picked up the price tag to take a look.  

Holy crap!

Mr. Policeman, this store is robbery!  

This is a black shop!

A scarf actually costs 299! 299!  

You can get a granny to knit one for 50 bucks at the local market!  

Of course, it wouldn't look as nice.  

Or feel as nice.

You get what you pay for, I guess...

"You like this scarf?" Yan Hang walked over to him.  

"No, no," Chu Yi shook his head, "Just looking, touching around."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.  

"Nowhere to put my hands." Chu Yi rested his hands on the scarf.

Yan Hang laughed. He looked through the scarves on the rack, then picked up a black, white and gray plaid one and held it under Chu Yi's chin: "This looks quite good, but doesn't really suit you... Let me see if there's another..."

"I'll take this one." Chu Yi grabbed it.  

"Alright," Yan Hang ruffled his hair, "Let's go pay."

The clothes and scarf were placed at the cashier. The girl asked: "Together?"

"No," Chu Yi quickly took the scarf out, "I'll, I'll pay for this."  

"Hmm?" Yan Hang looked at him.  

"Hurry up." Chu Yi looked back at him.

"Whatever you want." Yan Hang smiled and paid for the two pieces of clothing, then stepped aside.

"The scarf is three hundred and ninety nine." The girl scanned the scarf.  

"Huh?" Chu Yi was shocked, "Wasn't it two, two, two hundred and ninety nine?"

"Two ninety nine is for the solid color ones," the girl said, "This design is three ninety nine."  

"Pick another one," Yan Hang walked towards the scarf rack, "Plaid doesn't look good on you anyway."

"I want this one." Chu Yi grabbed Yan Hang's arm and took out his money with the other hand.

After they left the store, Chu Yi kept wanting to clutch his chest. Although this was a gift for Yan Hang, it still pained him - a year ago he had never spent more than 30 bucks on anything.  

But since Yan Hang liked it, then it was fine.

"Here," he handed Yan Hang the bag with the scarf, "for you."  

Yan Hang paused and looked at him without saying anything.  

"I got my paycheck," Chu Yi said.  

Yan Hang still looked at him without saying anything.

"Just a random gift for you," Chu Yi said.  

Yan Hang cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer, tilting his head to kiss his lips.  

Chu Yi felt like he was a utility pole standing stiffly in the wind.  

Not just his limbs and body were stiff, even his lips were stiff. Shock upon shock upon shock turned him into a wax figure.  

Fortunately the kiss was very brief. Yan Hang basically just pressed his lips on his and let go after a short moment.  

"Let's go." Yan Hang gave him a push.

Chu Yi stumbled before coming to his senses. He lowered his head and charged forward, afraid someone might have seen what just happened.  

He kept running for maybe 50 meters before Yan Hang tugged his clothes and he slowed down.  

"No one saw," Yan Hang said.  

"Oh." Chu Yi heaved a big sigh of relief.  

Only then did his brain start working again. He subconsciously touched his face, recalling that brief contact.  

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.  

"Thought you were going to hit me," Chu Yi said.  

"Why would I hit you for no reason?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"You hit me last time," Chu Yi glanced at him.  

"Why don't you just weld your teeth together," Yan Hang said.  

"You can't weld teeth together," Chu Yi said. "You don't even know how to use a welding gun, do you?"

"...Let's go eat," Yan Hang said.

This weekend felt different for Chu Yi.  

Aside from his embarrassing premature ejaculation issue, he suddenly started thinking about other things.  

Despite not engaging in any more inappropriate behavior with Yan Hang the past two nights, certain thoughts kept popping up in his mind.

Jerking off.

Masturbating.

He had never thought about these things before, even until today. Even though he knew Yan Hang would do it, he had never imagined that he himself could... jerk off.

For some reason, this thought made him more embarrassed than being jerked off by Yan Hang.

He was still pondering this question when he got back to school.

Do the guys in the dorm do it?

How do they do it?

No, how isn't the point; where is the key.

In bed?

Or... in the bathroom?

"Fuck," Hu Biao cursed beside him, "How long has Su Bin been in the bathroom? Is he planting crops in there?"

"Constipation," said Wu Xu.

"What if he slipped and can't get up," said Gao Xiaoyang, "I'll go knock on the door."

"Give it a rest," Zhou Chunyang leaned back in his chair, rocking it back and forth, "What if he's jerking off and your knock makes him lose it?"

Everyone laughed, and Li Ziqiang bounced over to bang on the bathroom door: "Are you done jerking off or what?!"

Su Bin inside didn't respond.

Chu Yi had been quiet the whole time, listening to the explosion of dirty jokes from the dorm mates, starting with jerking off.

"Hey," Zhou Chunyang kicked him, "You okay?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi glanced at him, "I'm fine."

"What are you spacing out about?" Zhou Chunyang said.

"Deep thought," Chu Yi propped his arm on the desk, resting his chin on his hand.

"You definitely have something on your mind," Zhou Chunyang said, "You don't usually think deeply like this."

"Is he really, really in the bathroom," Chu Yi couldn't help but ask, "jerking off?"

Zhou Chunyang was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Chu Yi didn't speak.

After a few seconds, Zhou Chunyang started laughing: "Who knows, it's so uncomfortable to do it in the bathroom, it's much better to lie in bed."

"Yeah," Zhang Qiang said, mimicking the action with his hand, "Just cover yourself with the blanket, and whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"And you're done," Zhou Chunyang said.

"Get lost," Zhang Qiang said, "I last quite long."

"Pretty long indeed," Hu Biao nodded, "Yesterday the bed shook for five minutes when you were at it."

"Did you time him?" Gao Xiaoyang said.

"I'm guessing," Hu Biao said, "After he stopped, I went on for another five minutes..."

"You're full of shit," Zhang Qiang said.

"Let's organize a competition," Zhou Chunyang said, "You two can have a face-off."

"Chunyang," Hu Biao looked at Zhou Chunyang, "Are you trying to..."

"Don't flatter yourself," Zhou Chunyang laughed, "I go soft when I think of you guys while jerking off."

"Get lost," Zhang Qiang pointed at him.

Chu Yi stopped listening carefully to what the others in the dorm were saying after that.

He just felt that even if he wasn't from another planet, he really was a country bumpkin from a place without electricity.

All these years, he had been like someone who knew nothing.

Saying he was a late bloomer couldn't even describe him anymore, it was more like he didn't have this awareness at all.

It was Yan Hang who had opened his eyes to it.

Su Bin finally came out of the bathroom, it wasn't clear if he had jerked off or not, anyway his face always had the same expression.

Before everyone finished washing up, the lights in the dorm went out.

Zhou Chunyang was the last one, cursing as he climbed into bed after washing up in the dark.

Chu Yi took out his phone, just about to send Yan Hang a goodnight message when his phone suddenly rang, startling him.

When he saw the caller ID, he froze.

It was Mom.

He felt a bit uneasy. For such a long time, Mom had never called him, and now suddenly receiving her call gave him a feeling of fear.

"Who's calling?" Li Ziqiang asked impatiently.

"It's for me," Chu Yi quickly answered the phone, burying his head under the blanket, "Hello?"

"Has your dad contacted you?" Mom asked abruptly.

"Huh?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Liang Bing said someone saw him out of town, but they're not sure," Mom said, "Your dad definitely isn't dead! Has he contacted you?"

"...No." Chu Yi sat up.

"I want to divorce him," Mom said, "I'm letting you know. If he contacts you, tell him that."

"Ah." Chu Yi was stunned.