After lunch, Pei Song'an took Li Shu back to his dorm to rest. Their tickets were booked for that evening, so they had plenty of time.
Cheng Zhen had gone home after his CET-4 exam, saying that studying English all this time had been hard on him and he needed to go back and battle his computer games for a whole day and night.
Li Shu was still reluctant to part on the walk back to his dorm. At the slightest tug from Pei Song'an, he leaned against him as though he had no bones. Taking advantage of how few people were on their dorm floor at midday, he murmured into Pei Song'an's ear:
"Do you really have a way to fix it? You're not just humoring a kid, are you?"
Li Shu thought Pei Song'an had lied to him more than once or twice. A repeat offender with that kind of record was the least trustworthy sort.
"Swear that if you're lying, Li Xiaoshu will immediately grow to six foot three tonight."
"I swear..." Pei Song'an stopped halfway through, sensing something was off. "Wait, what are you planning to do once you're six foot three?"
Recently, thanks to Cheng Zhen's influence, Li Shu had started learning about things straight men would never investigate. He chuckled. "Turn the tables and top."
"Cheng Zhen said there's no market for short tops, especially with someone built as solidly as you. How did he put it again... right, the gay community's ultimate dreamboat!"
Saying it was one thing, but Li Shu even grinned foolishly at Pei Song'an as though nothing were amiss, his hand restlessly pinching the man's face.
Li Shu's hand was pale and beautiful, his fingertips a little cool, making their touch especially distinct against the skin.
Pei Song'an's expression shifted