You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 51
Ling Meng wore a frightened look and slowly, slowly moved towards the corner by the bed. In the end, he curled his whole body up in the corner, as if Shan Zhu would ravish him in the next second.

Shan Zhu had expected Ling Meng would react like this and patiently coaxed him, “Don’t hide, come out.”

Ling Meng nervously swallowed, “You…weren’t faking?”

“No.”

“It’s true, ah?”

“Really.”

“That…” his brain was running twice as slowly as usual, “the person you said you liked on Weibo is me, oh?”

“Yes.”

“But,” Ling Meng blinked in bewilderment, “I don’t know how to shine though.”

“You don’t not know how to shine. You’re blind. I’m so obvious but you always think it’s an act for the live broadcast.”

“….it isn’t?”

“I ask you, was it live when I brought you breakfast?”

“No.”

“Was it live when I ran with you?”

“No.”

“Was it live when I was in your bed in the hospital?”

“…also no.”

“Why do you think I’m putting on an act for the broadcast when it’s not live?”

“Because…you’re pursuing me?”

Shan Zhu gave him an admiring look of ‘you finally figured it out.’

“I’ve always thought of you as a good friend,” Ling Meng said, stammering, “I, I didn’t think about it that much.”

“I’ll give you time to think.”

Ling Meng bowed his head and thought it over, “If I refuse, will we still be friends?”

Shan Zhu sighed, “I’ve never considered developing a friendship with you.”

“Is it possible we will have no dealings with each other in the future?”

“Don’t worry; if you refuse, I won’t pester you,” Shan Zhu pretended to be calm.

“Well, it wouldn’t be possible to ride in the black together and there’d be no Mang Group takeout in the future?” He looked cautiously at Shan Zhu, sounding him out with his eyes.

Shan Zhu couldn’t bear it any longer. He reached his hand up and pinched Ling Meng’s face hard. “What else do you have in your head besides playing games and eating?”

“Ow! Ow ow ow ow!” Ling Meng shouted through his squished lips.

Shan Zhu pinched with both hands, then the strength of his hands loosened and he gradually pulled his face closer. His movements were slow enough for Ling Meng to perceive his intentions and there were 1001 chances for him to escape.

Ling Meng, however, remained motionless in the same place as if he had been cursed and closed his eyes tightly in the moment Shan Zhu’s lips made contact.

Shan Zhu held his face, letting himself go and sucking at the other’s soft lips. Unlike the tentative kiss just previously, this kiss was long and powerful, almost cutting off all of Ling Meng’s air.

Unable to breathe, Ling Meng made some “um um” sounds in resistance, but only received a more powerful invasion in return. The dazed Ling Meng’s teeth were pried apart and his tongue was forced to entangle with the other. His brain was blank, well actually he was distracted thinking about why Shan Zhu’s kiss had the flavor of neither a mangosteen nor a mango.

Shan Zhu finally let him go before Ling Meng suffered from hypoxia. Ling Meng blushed like fire, almost comparable to being completely surrounded by 99 cute girls.

“I-if there’s something to talk about, don’t kiss me to dissuade me, okay?”

“I figured out how to deal with you; the result of talking is not as good as kissing1.”

Ling Meng expressed himself directly, “I can still speak rationally.”

“I can’t.”

Ling Meng: “…..”

“Besides, you have given me a token of love and you can’t take it back.”

“When did I give you a love token?”

Shan Zhu felt around in his pocket and then opened his palm. Inside was the lemon pin Ling Meng gave him at the cultural festival.

“Why are you carrying around this five cent pin, who knows how many cute girls I gave it to that day.”

“Those weren’t the same, they were giveaway prizes.”

“What about yours?”

“Not for sale.”

Ling Meng: …..

What’s the difference!

“The difference is that you wore it and that you gave it to me yourself,” Shan Zhu answered as if he could read his mind. “And I said it was a *love* token.”

“…what is this, tyranny!”

“You should be thankful that this is in the dorm room, even tyranny has been watered down2.”

“What if it’s not watered down?”

“Have a try to see if the thing I just gave you works well.”

The thing that was just given? Ling Meng’s face turned red again.

“Brake!”

Shan Zhu reached out to haul in Ling Meng: “Come, I’ll take you out to dinner.”

“Ah? That ge da soup…”

“Send a message to your roommate and ask him to eat it.”

After a week of tasteless meals, Ling Meng was very happy to hear about going out to dinner, so all his troubles were left behind and he happily followed Shan Zhu out the door.

“But why do you suddenly want to go out for dinner?”

“To eat something good to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“Off the list3.”