Even long after Pei Song'an's car had driven away, Li Shu still hadn't shaken the afternoon's sense of unreality.
You just took his help for granted like that, Li Xiaoshu. Aren't you something!
Male college students like them were certainly at a hot-blooded age, but surely that didn't mean he needed someone else's hands to do even this?
The tingling lingered intensely, and being gripped by the waist and warned that he couldn't yet was especially torturous. Li Shu thought Pei Song'an was rotten to the core, a pretentious fraud who acted respectable in public but played dirtier than anyone in private.
Even though Li Shu had taken his top off, it had inevitably gotten dirty, leaving him wandering around campus toward his dorm in the man's sweatshirt, one size too big.
He didn't know whether the sweatshirt had picked up some of Pei Song'an's usual cologne after being washed, or whether the man had simply worn it once and hung it in his closet. Either way, a careful sniff revealed the fresh fragrance often found on Pei Song'an.
His own body still carried the scent of the body wash from Pei Song'an's bathroom, mingling with the man's scent and inevitably reminding Li Shu of that heated, restless afternoon not long ago.
"What the hell? Is sexually harassing people that much fun?" The more Li Shu thought about it, the more agitated he felt. Baring his teeth, he ineffectually punched the air. "I seriously don't get it."
"He messed with me because he was in a bad mood, so does that mean messing with me puts him in a good mood?"
"By the end, I kept saying there was nothing left, nothing left, and he still ignored me. He didn't take me seriously at all."
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