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Chu Wanning stared at the single bed in front of him and MoRan, his lips pressed into thin lines, the furrow eyebrows showing his disapproval towards the idea of bed sharing. MoRan, however, let out a small chuckle and got onto the bed, lying on what Wanning assumed was his side. While Wanning stared at the bed, and compared it to the freezing temperature of the room.
He looked all over the room, trying to see if there’s an alternative to this problem. Sadly, for Wanning, there was none except the options to either share the bed, or freeze himself on the cold, wooden floor. His face become more wrinkled, looking like fat, mad cat but he sighted, calming himself before he get on his side of the bed.
Wanning looked at the space between him and MoRan, disapproving of how there is nothing between them to keep them separated. So, he took the third pillow, and settled it between them, making sure to keep a distance.
Sadly for wanning, he soon realised that the blanket was small. It was not enough to keep both him and MoRan warm, unless, he, of course get rid of the meddling middle pillow. He stared at the wooden ceiling above him, feeling his hair going gray. He grit his teeth, and pulled the blanket a little towards him. When he feel that MoRan made no effort to pull back, he pull a little more towards him. He did it like this until he realised there’s no blanket placed on MoRan, and the blanket was shared between him and the pillow.
He, however, made no effort to care for him EVEN if he wanted to put a little piece of blanket back into MoRan. Guilt was starting to build up inside his mind when he felt MoRan move the pillow, and snuggle closer towards him. It was where the blanket and his neck was. MoRan, who he assumed was asleep, was slowly snuggling closer to him, burying his head in his nape and slowly breathing on it.
Chu Wanning was losing his mind. He couldn’t sleep. Especially when his fucking crush is literally breathing down on his neck and a certain place wanting to misbehave. He lie straight, unable to move, even his breathing started to slow down while his eyes wandered around trying to not think about the man who was literally sending shivers on his whole body.
GOD, he wanted to though. He heartbeats quickened, and his breathing which was slow downed started to quicken. Oh God, he wanted to turn over and cuddle MoRan into his chest. Oh God, MoRan breathing down his neck is affecting him more than it should.
Oh God, WHY is MoRan’s leg going near his private area??
Chu Wanning was losing his mind but he was still unable to move away nor did he dare to slap away that misbehaving leg or breath. That was probably when he said fuck it and turn his frozen body over, and hugging MoRan into his embrace with a blush on his face.
He cuddled him to sleep, missing a mischievous smile a certain person showed after being hugged onto his chest.
Lies, Chu Wanning couldn’t sleep. How could he, a mortal, sleep when this man build like greek god is snuggling close to his chest, near his nipples, and god, oh god this man look so fucking fine. So, Enlighten him, How he, a mortal could close his two eyes and sleep like there isn’t a model lying on— ON his chest.
God, he was this close to losing it all.
He took a sharp breath in, pretending to himself that is asleep because once in a textbook, well, more of google, which is a form of textbook to him— ANYWAY, once he read that if you trick your brain to doing something, and believing it then your brain would respond to it by producing this action.
So, Chu Wanning spend five whole minutes, trying to convince himself— his brain, that there was nothing else, that he was in no way or form panicking over how his secret crush for years is sleeping on his chest or his dick was very close to standing up like Superman shooting through the sky.
Nope. No Way.
He was closing his eyes, wandering in his dreamland and of course, dreaming of a totally valid, vanilla dream where he and MoRan run over hills, hand in hand— okay, that was the FURTHEST dream from what he actually dreamt but this will work.
So, continuing from before, he was dreaming about running across the hill with MoRan, hand in hand as they sing ABCD song, and in no shape or form does his dream include him being touched “here” and “there” by MoRan.
Oh No. No fucking Way.
No Fucking Way is MoRan’s leg moving into his thigh, putting a pressure on his dick and No Fucking Way.
Fuck that was actually happening.
Fuck IN NO WAY IS his dick being pressured. .
PRESSURE, do you hear him???
Fuck fuck fuck this is not good. He’s going to get hard, then MoRan who leg is up on his dick will feel it and MoRan will wake up and he will see how much a pervert he is and he will look at him with those wide bunny eyes, maybe not bunny but anyway he will look at him with those wide eyes and oh no fuck no god no PLEASE he cannot get hard.
He must think of something to calm him down. Yes, something like the 101 rules in the house of a Buddhist, okay maybe not that. Chu Wanning mentally apologised to Buddha before he wandered about another possibility, like maybe, yes, that.
He close his eyes, clam his breathing down, and think about Xue Zhengyong in a maid dress, one leg halfway up and doing a cutesy pose, in this case, it’s him pouting with two fingers presses on the non existent dimples of his cheeks.
And of course, with a wink of his face.
God.
Chu Wanning shouldn’t have imagined that.
Not only does he calm his raging hormone down, now all he could think of is how he was going to face the Professor next week without laughing at his fucking face.
He felt that even if MoRan offered to give him a handjob right at this moment, he won’t be able to get hard. God, that awful idea of calming himself seems to be working too well.
Oh God.
But Professor Xue in a maid dress.
Chu Wanning let out a chuckle.
That was a very wonderful image. Chu Wanning couldn’t contain himself any longer and started laughing out loud.
He should blacklist this idea. This was too wonderful, he told himself.
Then he felt it. The little mischievous action of MoRan. The head which snuggle close to him slowly rolled a little on his nipple, ON HIS NIPPLE.
He almost let out a fucking moan. Fucking hell. MoRan must be awake, he must be doing it deliberately. Waitt… if he is awake then… Chu Wanning slowly looked at the leg that’s pressed against his dick, even though it’s covered by the whole body of MoRan’s, he looked down.
He blushed furiously before he shouted, well, called out a name sternly.
“MO WEIYU.”
MoRan slowly move away from his chest, head slowly looked upwards and with an apologetic smile, he said,
“haha you caught me. Congrulations?”
Chu Wanning gritted his teeth, grinding them with his eyebrows furrowed, and he kicked MoRan off bed.
“You are sleeping there,” he said.
MoRan looked at him, eyes wide as his face became as if he was an innocent beauty who had been wronged.
“Baobei,” he said with a little whining in his voice.
Wanning looked at him, blush spreading on him madly but he still replied, angrily at that, “who are you calling BAOBEI?,” a little paused when he said baobei.
MoRan smiled sheepishly, and get on the bed slowly. He touched Chu Wanning’s hand with his hand before lifting it up against his lips and kissing it softly. He replied confidently,
“You, of course.”
Chu Wanning looked at him. Shock evidently presented itself on his face and MoRan thought it had worked. However, it seem like MoRan’s luck has finally caught up with him because Chu Wanning has kicked him off the bed again and said angrily, well more softly AND angrily than just angrily.
He said,
“We’ll talk about this,” his eyes looking all over the room expect MoRan but he still continued, ““…the next day but now you sleep on the floor for sexually harassing me.”
“It’s an order,” he added.
MoRan has no choice but to sleep on the floor in the freezing environment. He did fell asleep pretty quickly because he has used up almost all of his magic, and the little magic that was left was used to warm himself up.
When Chu Wanning saw MoRan was sleeping, he slowly put his pillow down and lay himself beside MoRan. After a moment of checking is MoRan is asleep, he turn himself towards MoRan and hugging him from the side. Then he fell asleep wirh his head on MoRan’s firm chest. He smiled a little before he said, “I love you too idiot,” near MoRan’s ears.
Before the arrival of next morning, both of them has a comfortable sleep on the floor of the wooden cabin. It was cold but sleeping aside their loved ones kept them warm.
It was really a warm night.