Uh...
He had almost forgotten.
"What are you nervous about? Are you thinking about something naughty?" Lu Mingyu asked.
Song Shi'an grew even more annoyed.
Yeah, what was he feeling guilty about?
Right now, he and Lu Mingyu were just chatting innocently under the covers!
"I'm not!" Song Shi'an denied stiffly!
[So embarrassing, ahhh!]
[But we're pressed so close together. It feels like a fire is rushing downward.]
[What do I do... I'm getting worked up... I should sneak off to the bathroom later.]
Thinking this, Song Shi'an secretly shifted his butt to the side, preparing to use the bathroom as an excuse to escape.
"Um, I need to use the bathroom first," Song Shi'an said.
He got up, ready to leave.
But before he could get out, Lu Mingyu grabbed him. "You went half an hour ago."
"I drank too much water last night, so I need to pee a lot," Song Shi'an said, struggling to get up.
Only for Lu Mingyu to seize his weak spot.
A burst of laughter sounded beside his ear. "Looks like you really are flustered."
Song Shi'an's face turned bright red.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Let go. I need to use the bathroom."
"I'll help you," Lu Mingyu whispered seductively.
Song Shi'an refused inwardly.
But Lu Mingyu had always been overbearing and domineering. He was not asking for Song Shi'an's opinion at all; he was informing him.
Song Shi'an could not refuse. In the end, he could only plead in a lowered voice, "Don't... dirty the sheets."
His mother washed all the bedsheets at home. If they really got them dirty, he did not dare imagine how he would face his mother afterward.
"Okay," Lu Mingyu agreed.
Perhaps because he was home, Song Shi'an woke up rather early.
The two of them