Does Teacher Shen Like It?

Lu Zhi abandoned his usual ways and handed all initiative over to Shen Ranxin. He only needed to wag his tail and beg for affection.

The impeccably dressed dragon bent down and kissed his princess.

Halfway through the kiss, Shen Ranxin suddenly came to his senses.

He pushed Lu Zhi away and sat up awkwardly, rubbing at the corner of his lips.

He opened his mouth to curse, only to miserably realize that this time, he had been the one to kiss Lu Zhi first.

He could only swallow that "fuck" back down.

Lu Zhi tilted his head. "What's wrong, Teacher Shen?"

Shen Ranxin took a deep breath. "Nothing... You, just do whatever you want. I'm heading out first."

"Teacher Shen." Lu Zhi caught his wrist and said softly, "There's a bit of a problem."

Shen Ranxin inhaled deeply and gritted his teeth. "What now?"

"This [censored] thing... could you help me pick another one?"

Shen Ranxin paused. "Can't you pick one yourself?"

Lu Zhi raised a brow. "Are you sure you want me to walk out like this, Teacher Shen? It wouldn't look good if someone saw me, would it? Tell me, if everyone knew I walked out of a changing room where it was only you and me looking like this, would they wonder what happened in here? If Teacher Shen doesn't want to, I can call someone else. Cheng..."

Shen Ranxin raised a hand and covered his mouth, whispering through clenched breath, "Wait here!"

After saying that, he quickly pulled his hand away, looking as though he were afraid Lu Zhi would suck on his fingers.

Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes with a smile. Watching Shen Ranxin flee in disarray, he leaned against the bench, pulled a lollipop from the pocket of the clothes beside him, and put it in his mouth.

He had never actually had a habit of eating lollipops before. It was only during the five years Shen Ranxin had been missing that there had been too many times when he could barely hold on.

He had tried many ways to keep himself awake, and in the end, he chose cigarettes.

Nicotine could ease a certain kind of mental pressure and help him stay a little clearer.

He had been afraid to sleep. The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see was that raging fire and Shen Ranxin's face.

It had been a towering inferno. The temperature at the scene had been high enough to scorch away Shen Ranxin's tears.

Shen Ranxin had clutched at his own collar in heartbreak, shouting something. Lu Zhi could not hear him, but through the warped air, he could make out the shape of Shen Ranxin's lips.

He had said—

Lu Zhi, I hate you.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

There had been so many words, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.

On countless nights when he woke from dreams, he had jolted awake gasping for air, then tortured himself by replaying that scene over and over.

If it happened again...

He thought.

He would still stand by his choice. He only needed to be faster, faster still—fast enough that Cheng Cheng would not have time to take Shen Ranxin away.

However, ever since meeting Shen Ranxin again, he had never touched another cigarette.

Little Teacher Shen wouldn't like the smell of smoke. He still wanted to kiss Little Teacher Shen.

His nicotine addiction from the past few years had not been easy to quit, so he had gotten into the habit of stuffing a few orange-flavored lollipops into his pocket.

The scent of oranges spread through his mouth when the changing room door suddenly opened.

The person standing in the doorway was not Shen Ranxin, but Cheng Cheng.

Seeing him dressed like that, Cheng Cheng looked at him with contempt. "Who would have thought our young master Lu would one day dress as a woman for love?"

Lu Zhi gave a derisive laugh, lollipop clenched between his teeth as he swept Cheng Cheng a disdainful glance. "What, are you jealous because I look good in [censored]?"

Cheng Cheng rolled his eyes. "I'm not a perverted freak with disgusting tastes like you. You lowly human slave—no matter where you go, you can't change those worthless bones of yours."

With the lollipop stick still in his mouth, Lu Zhi raised his middle finger at him.

"So what? Shen Ranxin likes it. Are you going to call the police and have me arrested?"

"..." Cheng Cheng slammed the door shut and left, infuriated by Lu Zhi's shamelessness.

When Shen Ranxin came in carrying the women's clothes he had picked out, Lu Zhi obediently adjusted the [censored] thing he had just lifted.

"Cheng Cheng... saw you?" Shen Ranxin asked uneasily. "You didn't say anything to him, did you?"

"No, Teacher Shen." Lu Zhi said, "He said I looked good wearing this."

Shen Ranxin said nothing.

A strange sourness rose in his heart, and before Shen Ranxin could even realize it, he blurted out, "Couldn't you have covered yourself up a little?"

Lu Zhi tilted his head. "Got it. Next time, I'll only wear it for Teacher Shen to see."

Shen Ranxin's ears abruptly turned red. "I wasn't talking about... your clothes."

He set the clothes down and prepared to leave, but Lu Zhi caught his wrist, rubbing his thumb over the inside of it. "Teacher Shen, I don't know how to put it on."