Chapter 87 – The Crybaby’s Wild Dance

Wei Lai swallowed hard but didn’t let this number cloud his judgment.

His head throbbed faintly, a constant reminder that his brain was sick.

This illness might kill him.

At this juncture, any promise would be scum behavior.

Wei Lai wrapped his arms around Chu Yin’s waist, his eyes reddening as he choked out, “…Let me think about it. I… I’ve never seriously dated a boyfriend before.”

Chu Yin tugged Wei Lai along, saying, “Then let’s go home. You can think while looking at me.”

What Wei Lai didn’t expect was that Chu Yin’s idea of “thinking while looking at him” meant staring at his dick.

After returning home, both of them were starving. They sat across from each other, slurping instant noodles. Unable to stand his own sweat-stenched body, Wei Lai barely ate a few bites before heading to shower first.

Once Chu Yin finished his noodles, he was brimming with energy. Standing in front of the bathroom door, he took a deep breath.

There’s a saying that liquor emboldens cowards, but the drug Chen Meixian had slipped into him was probably even more potent. Right now, Chu Yin feared nothing—he just wanted Wei Lai.

He had waited far too long and couldn’t bear another second.

Chu Yin went back to the bedroom, flopped onto the bed, and rolled around a few times, trying to regain his composure and poise. Then, with his tail (figuratively?) held high, he tiptoed to the bathroom, twisted the handle, and barged in!

Chu Yin: “Wahhh!!!”

Wei Lai: “Ahhh!!!”

Chu Yin pounced at Wei Lai like a cat wagging its “tail,” as eager as Big Orange lunging for a cat teaser—except a cat’s tail grows from the back, while Chu Yin’s “tail”…

Wei Lai yanked a towel over him: “What the hell are you doing?!”

Chu Yin danced wildly, whining, “Look at me, look at me! I told you I could do it! It’s not soft and limp!”

Wei Lai: “…What’s wrong with you? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before!!! That’s not what I meant at the hospital when I said you weren’t hard!”

Chu Yin tiptoed and declared, “I want to shower with you!”

Wei Lai: “…I’m done. Shower by yourself.”

Chu Yin refused to back down: “…You wash me.”

Wei Lai remained cold and unyielding: “Wash yourself.”

Chu Yin stood under the showerhead for three seconds. “I’m done.”

“You’re so damn annoying!”

Wei Lai couldn’t tolerate Chu Yin’s half-assed showering. He grabbed the showerhead and sprayed it directly at Chu Yin’s head. The water disrupted Chu Yin’s composure, and he shook his head wildly, splashing water all over Wei Lai’s face.

Wei Lai: “…”

With no other choice, Wei Lai shoved Chu Yin into the bathtub and thoroughly scrubbed him from head to toe.

Chu Yin soaked in the water, eyes half-lidded in bliss, his toes curling happily.

Little bubbles floated on the water’s surface, and his happy stick broke through like a periscope, surrounded by a fleet of rubber duckies.

Wei Lai couldn’t bear to look. He frantically added more water and said, “Why hasn’t it gone down yet?!”

Chu Yin: “Wah wah wah~”

Wei Lai: “What the hell are you wah-ing for? Make it go down, or take care of it yourself!”

“Hmph!” Chu Yin buried his face in the water, sulking as he blew a tiny bubble. “It’s like this because you touched me!”

Wei Lai: “…”

Wei Lai stopped. His scrubbing mission was nearly complete—only Chu Yin’s feet remained. The tips of his toes were still stained with a little blood. Wei Lai wanted to make him wash them himself but feared it might trigger memories of Chen Meixian. Reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed Chu Yin’s big toe.

He decided to finish fast—scrubbing vigorously.

Chu Yin: “Hahaha, don’t touch my feet… Ah… Don’t touch the soles… Wah… No more… Stop washing… Wah…”

Wei Lai: “I’m not doing anything, stop making weird noises!”

Once done, Chu Yin glared at Wei Lai with reddened eyes, his feet curled up in protest.

Wei Lai sighed wearily: “…Didn’t you say you wanted me to wash you?”

Chu Yin strutted back to the bedroom, his (imaginary?) tail held high and proud.

But Chu Yin wasn’t done with his antics yet.

When Wei Lai finished drying his hair, Chu Yin emerged carrying a package. “Your birthday gift.”

Wei Lai raised his wrist. “Haven’t you already given me a watch?”

Chu Yin tapped the white watch face. “No, the watch is a confession good-luck charm.”

Wei Lai: “…”

With utmost seriousness, Chu Yin opened the box, which was tightly wrapped. He pried at it for a while.

Wei Lai was mildly intrigued. “What is it? A bag? Shoes?”

“Hmph! No.” Finally, Chu Yin got the box open and rummaged inside, pulling out—an electric happy stick. “I bought two!”

Bathed in a halo of inexplicable holy light, Chu Yin held up the happy stick like a bouquet of flowers and presented it to Wei Lai.

The happy stick was vibrantly colored and, as if on cue, turned on: “Bzzzzzzzzzz…” (Happy sticks are legal products, JJWXC can’t censor this!)

Wei Lai: “…”

Chu Yin blinked with innocent eyes. “You first or me first?”

Wei Lai: “???”