Huo Fu’an stared straight ahead, trembling as he tried to put the wig back on Su Yuhe’s head, but he ended up putting it on crookedly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Huo Fu’an, unusually understanding of a girl’s desire to look good, apologized without making a big fuss.
Su Yuhe didn’t say anything.
After a while, Huo Fu’an felt that something was wrong. He forcefully tore the wig off again, pulling Su Yuhe along a step with his strong grip.
Su Yuhe: “…”
He was still shocked that it wasn’t Huo Fu’an who caught the pervert but instead bravely fought the pervert to save him!
Without the disguise of the wig, Su Yuhe had a flat chest, short hair above his ears, wore oversized sneakers, and was taller than the average girl.
Huo Fu’an tightly held the wig in his hand, remembering a few days ago when he went swimming with friends. As men and women in swimsuits passed by, his friend joked, “You’re alright, have you been hanging out in the sports department so much that you’re starting to swing that way? You don’t even react to big boobs.”
Although Huo Fu’an had never had a habit of staring at others before, it definitely wasn’t like this now. He felt like he could see through the world like still water.
Huo Fu’an reflected on it and felt that it was because his aesthetics had completely leaned towards Su Yuhe. Because Su Yuhe had a flat chest, he now liked that type of person.
Huo Fu’an convinced himself that it was true love… Bullshit!
He gritted his teeth and asked, “Are you a guy?”
Su Yuhe bowed deeply in apology, “I’m sorry.”
With a month of intense training, his buttocks were already very perky. When he bent over, they became even rounder.
What kind of bowing was that? A funeral bow? His love hadn’t died yet!
Huo Fu’an looked at the buttocks he hadn’t even touched once and now just wanted to grab them and give them a good beating! He restrained himself and asked unwillingly, “What about your sister?”
Su Yuhe maintained his posture and confessed, “My name is Su Yuhe. My family is in ** Province ** City. My parents, who were government officials in the last century, played a leading role in implementing the family planning policy. I currently live in Building 28, Room 205. I feel extremely ashamed of my past actions and am willing to make reparations.”
The little flame of anger in Huo Fu’an’s heart was extinguished. “Apologizing is enough to make up for deceiving someone’s feelings? No way!”
Su Yuhe looked up in confusion, “I didn’t deceive anyone’s feelings.” This was his bottom line when fishing.
Huo Fu’an, who had imagined everything himself: “…” Su Yuhe had never said anything ambiguous.
He became even angrier at himself for being presumptuous. Soon, the police arrived and resolved the standoff.
The commotion here alarmed students in the distance, and more and more people were approaching. Su Yuhe usually presented himself as an old cadre, but this time he was wearing a skirt. There were quite a few people who knew him on campus. Feeling a little nervous, he stole a glance at the wig that Huo Fu’an had taken hostage, then glanced at Huo Fu’an’s increasingly swollen muscles due to anger, and silently closed his mouth, not daring to speak.
Huo Fu’an looked at Su Yuhe’s awkward appearance and returned the wig to him, saying coldly, “Put it on.”
Why couldn’t he bear to see Su Yuhe embarrassed? Huo Fu’an thought angrily. He walked two steps into the lotus pond, pulled the struggling middle-aged man out of the mud like pulling out a radish, and threw him onto the bank, very roughly.
After they left the police station, it was already dark. Huo Fu’an still had a stern expression, while Su Yuhe looked resigned until they reached the school gate.
Huo Fu’an gave Su Yuhe a deep look and parted ways with him.
Su Yuhe stood in place, somewhat bewildered. Was it over just like that?
Ten seconds later, a dark figure rushed over, and Su Yuhe was suddenly pulled into a familiar embrace, and a kiss was planted on his lips without hesitation. It was a forceful kiss, sucking and nibbling on his lips and inner walls, swallowing him whole. Su Yuhe was left dizzy and unable to distinguish directions.
…
Su Yuhe covered his buttocks, which had been ruthlessly manhandled, and looked at Huo Fu’an, who suddenly ran back without warning, kissed him, and then ran away again.
Was this Huo Fu’an’s way of apologizing? Using a fierce kiss and a buttock massage to humiliate this upright and innocent manly man?
Su Yuhe felt like he was going to explode with shame.
He tiptoed back to the dormitory, seeing the crossdresser obediently wearing a men’s shirt today, holding a professional book and reviewing it with a peaceful demeanor of loving to study. But upon closer inspection, one would notice that there was a surveillance camera on his phone in front of him.
Su Yuhe brought a chair and sat next to him, sincerely seeking advice: “What should you do if you accidentally deceive a boy and he thinks you’re a girl?”
The crossdresser covered the phone’s microphone without a word, and whispered, “Of course, you run away, the faster, the better.”
“But what if you can’t run away?”
“Then you bring out what you think is the most sincere way to apologize.” The crossdresser hinted, glancing discreetly at his own conservative shirt and pants, showing that he would pretend to study if that’s what the other person hoped for.
Su Yuhe nodded, “I see.”
He solemnly took out a red handbook and unfolded a red grid paper. He hadn’t considered the duality of things, always viewing Huo Fu’an with a stereotypical eye, leading to irreversible consequences. Not only did he need to apologize, but he also needed to elevate his ideological awareness to avoid making mistakes again.
…
Huo Fu’an parted ways with Su Yuhe at the school gate. After walking ten meters, his brain went blank, feeling that he couldn’t waste this month of hard work.
Holding an umbrella for Su Yuhe, washing Su Yuhe’s skirt, protecting him in danger… Su Yuhe enjoyed a month of girlfriend treatment, only to find out he was a guy?
Since he was a guy now, it was okay to be a little rough. Huo Fu’an clenched his teeth, unable to bear hitting Su Yuhe in the face again. So he turned around, ran back, and planted a French kiss on Su Yuhe, doing everything he didn’t dare to do before.
As soon as the kiss began, the punitive tone quickly changed. Huo Fu’an’s first kiss was self-taught, fierce and prolonged. When he reached for Su Yuhe’s buttocks, he felt something was wrong and let go, but he couldn’t bear to release, as if two magnets were tightly attached to Su Yuhe’s buttocks, completely out of control.
After the kiss, Huo Fu’an fled in panic.
He was like a general whose supply line was raided, rushing back to the dormitory as if his life depended on it, opening his computer, taking stock of his “inventory,” accurately finding a video from a bunch of English letters that matched the common aesthetic of Chinese men.
“Tsk tsk, the world is deteriorating. You’re too thirsty… Lao Zhang said you have a girlfriend.”
What do you know!
Huo Fu’an, on the edge of turning gay, eagerly tried to regain his normalcy.
However, as he watched the video of a man and a woman, all he could think of was the kiss with Su Yuhe. It felt so good, even softer than he imagined. Su Yuhe’s face was so small, nestled against his chest like a beautiful doll.
Huo Fu’an glanced coldly at the actress’s big chest, automatically replacing it with Su Yuhe’s flat chest. Actually, a flat chest was also good. When kissing, the closer, the better, with two hearts beating through skin and ribs, each beat not only weakening but also directly transmitted to the other person’s heart, resonating together.
Just like Su Yuhe’s heartbeat when kissing.
Huo Fu’an shook his head, closed the video, and then took a cigarette from Lao Zhang’s desk, going outside to cool off.
Why did he kiss Su Yuhe?
Huo Fu’an dug himself a big hole, to the point that he dreamed about it even when he slept.
The next morning, there was a knock on the door, three knocks followed by a minute of patience.
Huo Fu’an, who had lost his patience after staying up until four in the morning, opened the door with a messy hair and dark circles under his eyes.
“What! Be careful, I’ll beat you up.”
Su Yuhe, with similarly dark circles under his eyes, closed his eyes at the scolding. He remembered Huo Fu’an’s fighting history, fearing that he would be beaten until his parents couldn’t recognize him.
But he had to bear his own mistakes. Su Yuhe gathered his courage and, under Huo Fu’an’s fierce gaze, tremblingly presented his apology.
A thick stack of self-reflection essays.
He spent the whole night copying the party constitution, his hands trembling, completely changing his perspective on the world from the inside out.
Huo Fu’an was stunned by the neatness of the first two characters, staring blankly for half a day before finally having the opportunity to look at Su Yuhe’s outfit today.
A white shirt, all buttons buttoned, short hair obediently swept to the eyebrows, long pants neatly down without trying to fold them up to reveal the ankles.
Huo Fu’an twisted his eyebrows fiercely, “Did you mix up the materials you handed in?”
Early in the morning, the person who had been crying and pleading “brother, don’t leave” in his dream appeared in front of him, solemnly as if attending a flag-raising ceremony.
“No.”
“You want to turn the page so soon?” Huo Fu’an looked fierce and evil.
Su Yuhe secretly rubbed his right hand behind his back to ease the soreness and resolutely said, “Shall I add another copy of ‘The Communist Manifesto’ in eight languages?”
Huo Fu’an warned, “Are you intentionally provoking me?”
Su Yuhe thought for a moment. Could it be because of different beliefs?
He cautiously asked, “The Buddhist Sutras or the Tao Te Ching?”
“Ah—” Su Yuhe was pulled by Huo Fu’an by the wrist into the room, and the door slammed shut.
“Were you planning to copy it?” Huo Fu’an pulled out a hand-washed and air-dried skirt from the cabinet. “Put this on, sit here, and copy.”
“Okay.” Su Yuhe calmly went to the bathroom to change clothes. Just as he picked up the pen, Huo Fu’an erupted again.
“Change back.”
Seeing Su Yuhe in men’s clothing, he felt that this was a boy who had been favored by the Creator, delicate but not weak, with a firm gaze and a inexplicable but serious sense of humor. Anyway, Huo Fu’an couldn’t see him as a girl anymore.
Su Yuhe sat in Huo Fu’an’s chair and copied books, while Huo Fu’an climbed onto the bed to catch up on sleep.
Within a minute, Huo Fu’an turned over five or six times. Who could sleep peacefully with their “ex-girlfriend” sitting below? He sat up and looked down, only seeing Su Yuhe’s straight back and a small, slightly bent neck.
Boys were also good, Huo Fu’an thought. He wasn’t angry even though Su Yuhe was so loud. If it were Su Xiaohe, he wouldn’t dare to let her change clothes in the boys’ dormitory, and she would insist on changing twice without saying a word. Moreover, if Su Xiaohe came to his dorm, he would definitely not dare to let her in without cleaning up properly…
Huh?
“Was it you who stole the paper last time?”
Su Yuhe felt ashamed. “Yes, but I returned it to your dormitory.”
“Why are you here?”
“I, I returned all the money I made from the umbrella-selling to you.”
Huo Fu’an, careless as he was, found an envelope on the table, but he didn’t pay attention to it at all. It could be seen that there was a reason for not finding a girlfriend.
He snorted discontentedly and said, “What’s yours is yours, take it back.”
Huo Fu’an gestured for Su Yuhe to come closer. Su Yuhe thought Huo Fu’an was going to hit him, so he nervously took off his shoes and got on the bed, quickly grabbing a pillow and holding it against his chest.
Quite conscientious, Huo Fu’an thought. He glanced at Su Yuhe and announced, “Starting tomorrow, continue pursuing me, understand?”
“I don’t understand.” Su Yuhe shook his head.
“Hmm?” Huo Fu’an’s eyes narrowed.
“I understand.” Su Yuhe nodded like a chick pecking rice. He guessed that Huo Fu’an couldn’t lose face, so he wanted him to pursue him. After satisfying his pride, he could let it go.
“That’s good.” Huo Fu’an gently touched the dark circles under Su Yuhe’s eyes, suppressing some inappropriate tenderness, and said in a firm tone, “Now, accompany me to sleep.”
You can’t bend voluntarily.
It must be this little trickster who’s flirting with me.
Huo Fu’an’s last persistence as a straight guy.
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