In this lifetime, the rare times Lin Shen ever lost his temper or acted spoiled, it was pretty much always because of Lu Chengxuan.
No one knew better than Lu Chengxuan how stubborn that mouth of his could be.
But you’d only really understand it after actually touching it—those lips were soft, warm, like a freshly steamed mousse cake, melting into a mess.
The second their lips met, it was like fireworks exploded in both their heads, blinding and hot.
Lin Shen’s eyes flew open at that moment, and for a split second, everything around him turned into a blur of white, like he was stuck in some kind of dream that didn’t feel real at all.
Except—what he felt on his lips was too real to ignore.
Lu Chengxuan’s breath, cold and crisp like spring water, now brushed right up against him, warm and scorching.
So close. So clear.
Lin Shen’s heartbeat started pounding like crazy, totally out of control.
His thoughts crashed and churned like a tidal wave, the roar in his ears so loud it almost drowned everything else out.
Lu Chengxuan clearly had no idea how to kiss. At first, it was just instinct, a soft brush, a curious little touch. But the second his brain caught up and realized he was kissing Lin Shen, something flipped. His kiss turned forceful, almost aggressive, as if something wild in him had just snapped.
Like a man wandering the desert who suddenly stumbles across water—he didn’t stop to question if it was real or just a mirage. He just wanted to get closer, desperate to quench that dryness inside.
But when the kiss started turning rough, with teeth grazing skin, that sharp jolt finally snapped Lin Shen out of his daze.
He slowly started to make out Lu Chengxuan’s face, those familiar brows and eyes coming into view, so close it was overwhelming.
And in that split second—when he realized Lu Chengxuan had completely lost control because of him—Lin Shen’s chest filled with something he couldn’t name. His heart felt like it might break free and jump right out.
He’d never been the type to back down in a fight.
Just before all the feelings in his eyes could give him away, Lin Shen shut them tight. His long lashes trembled just a little.
Then he grabbed onto Lu Chengxuan’s collar, braced his knee, and pushed back—tilting his head and biting down in return.
What started as a soft kiss turned into a battle, like something had to be won.
He had no experience, not really—but Lin Shen refused to let that show. He acted like he knew exactly what he was doing, teasing and pushing, playing the part. But it backfired—he ended up completely overtaken, trapped in this tangled mess with no way out.
Their breath came in hot waves between kisses, lips brushing, ears filled with nothing but wet sounds and ragged breathing and the quiet hum of mouths colliding again and again.
And at some point—he didn’t even know when—Lu Chengxuan’s hand had found its way to his waist.
And somehow, even though Lin Shen was usually super ticklish, he didn’t feel a thing.
All he cared about was showing off his ‘top-tier’ kissing skills, like he was putting on a performance. He went all in—didn’t even stop when spit started dripping from the corner of his mouth—just kept going, launching wave after wave of kisses at Lu Chengxuan, trying to stay on the offensive. The only problem? His breathing was totally falling apart.
Meanwhile, Lu Chengxuan had somehow cooled down. The wild edge was gone, replaced by something slow and lingering. He kissed softly now, like he wasn’t trying to win anymore—just quietly enjoying it, soaking in the moment.
Then—‘bang’. The door opened out of nowhere. That tiny sound of the lock turning hit their ears like a bomb going off.
Lin Shen shoved Lu Chengxuan hard in the chest, snapping the moment in half as he pushed him away. His eyes flew open, wide with panic, looking toward the sound—but all he could see was a blur of pale blue.
Lu Chengxuan quickly covered his eyes with one hand, guiding them shut again. Then he straightened his collar and pulled the bed curtain open a crack.
“Put in a couple drops of this eye medicine,” came a calm voice.
“Alright, thanks.”
“Just two drops.”
“Got it.”
A short, clipped exchange, and then the door closed again. Footsteps came closer… closer… until the bed dipped slightly—someone had sat down beside him.
Lin Shen wasn’t the obedient type. So of course, he cracked his eyes open again.
He’d already adjusted to the dim light a little by now, so this time the world wasn’t pitch black—it was more like being super nearsighted. He could make out shapes and figures, but everything was still blurry.
He looked toward the shadow sitting by the bed—and realized that person was staring right back at him.
His lips were still tingling, and only now did the awkwardness start to hit him. He had no clue what to say, so his body acted on its own—he swallowed.
And right after that, full-on horror dawned on him.
Why the hell did he swallow?! Could he have picked a more suspicious thing to do?!
The kiss was already impossible to explain.
And now? ‘Now it was even more impossible to explain!’
Lin Shen felt like the world went dark all over again. Screw it. He gave up. He shut his eyes tight like a guilty little ostrich and pretended none of this was happening.
Through all of this, Lu Chengxuan hadn’t said a single word. He just kept watching him in silence.
Then he looked down, unscrewed the cap of the eye drops, and finally spoke—his voice slightly rough, a little hoarse.
“Lie back for a second. I’m putting the drops in.”
“…Okay.”
Lin Shen gave a little nod, then quietly leaned back against the bed, doing exactly as he was told. He lifted his hand, pulled his eyelid up, and rolled his eyeball a bit while the cool liquid dripped in. Then he shut his eyes again.
As he was putting the eyedrops away, Lu Chengxuan noticed Lin Shen was about to rub his eye.
He reacted fast, grabbing Lin Shen’s hand and pulling a tissue from the bedside to gently wipe the drops that had slipped out the corner of his eye.
No one really explained what those eyedrops were for, but whatever they were, they stung a little. They felt cold—like that menthol stuff you rub on sore muscles—so icy it was like it shot straight through to the back of your skull.
Lin Shen had no idea what he should say. So he just sat there with his eyes closed, pretending to rest. He was trying hard to act like that kiss just now was no big deal, like it was just another everyday thing. Just a casual part of quitting smoking. Not even worth mentioning.
But inside? Total chaos. Not one second of peace.
He couldn’t stop thinking: what the hell was Lu Chengxuan really trying to do?
Was it possible he was just that clueless? Like, really didn’t understand what kissing actually meant? Just because they talked a little about quitting smoking, he figured, hey—let’s try it?
That idea alone was hard to swallow.
Lin Shen might be a little slow sometimes, and not the most delicate guy emotionally, but he wasn’t stupid.
Everyone knows kissing to quit smoking is just a psychological trick. If you really want to get technical about it, chewing gum makes more sense.
Even he knew that. There’s no way Lu Chengxuan didn’t.
So… what the hell did that kiss mean?
Lin Shen was dying to see his face right now, to figure out if there was anything he could read from his expression. But no—his vision was so blurry he couldn’t make out a damn thing. At this point, he was lucky he could still tell the difference between a person and a plant.
The first time for anything always carries weight.
And now his first kiss? Gone just like that, all rushed and messy. Who wouldn’t care?
But of course, he couldn’t act like he cared.
He already put on the cool, whatever-this-means act. Taking it back now? Might as well dig a hole and bury himself—it’d be easier than admitting it got to him.
The only thing that gave him the tiniest bit of comfort was… this was Lu Chengxuan’s first kiss too.
And honestly, he wasn’t just guessing. They’d known each other long enough. Lu Chengxuan had always been that one guy everyone noticed—since they were little, really. Since elementary school, Lin Shen had been the poor soul stuck collecting his fanmail. All kinds of love letters, nonstop.
But over the years? Lu Chengxuan never opened a single one.
Except for that one time—by accident—when Lin Wangye forced him to open one. And even then, it turned out the letter wasn’t even for him. It was meant for Lin Wangye.
Since it was both their first kiss, Lin Shen tried to convince himself it kind of balanced out.
But that excuse barely lasted a few seconds before his brain started going haywire again.
‘Balanced out your ass!’
He was just talking big—messing around—and this guy actually took it seriously?!
‘What the hell was that? Going straight for the throat?’
Not even a soft test kiss—just full-on bite?
‘Who in their right mind believes some nonsense about kissing helping you quit smoking?’ And more importantly, this was Lu Chengxuan we were talking about!
‘What the hell was he thinking?!’
Lin Shen lay there with his eyes shut, steam practically pouring out of his ears. He wanted to ask, but felt too embarrassed. Not asking made it worse. The whole mess kept looping in his head until he was ready to explode.
Because his eyes were closed and his face didn’t show much, Lu Chengxuan had no idea what he was thinking. But still, he could sense the stormy frustration building inside him.
So, in the middle of Lin Shen’s mental meltdown, Lu Chengxuan suddenly spoke.
“Did it work?” he asked.
Lin Shen’s brain was still spinning and totally missed the context. He turned his head, confused. “What?”
“Do you still want a cigarette?” Lu Chengxuan clarified.
“…”
‘Wait. Hold on. Is this guy seriously treating this like a damn science experiment?’
‘Is he okay in the head?!’
Lin Shen almost blew up again—but then he stopped. And honestly… this was exactly the kind of thing Lu Chengxuan would do.
There’s no science to prove kissing helps people quit smoking. But psychologically? Sure, it might work for some. And when it came to stuff outside his knowledge bubble, Lu Chengxuan’s default move was always: try it and see.
Just like when he couldn’t understand why people his age were obsessed with video games or trading cards.
He didn’t get it. Didn’t know much about it. So what did he do? Tried it himself.
And now that Lin Shen thought about it that way—he kind of got it. He’d picked apart Lu Chengxuan’s logic so clearly… and now he didn’t even know if he should be mad or not. He was just stuck in this awkward, weird middle space, not knowing what the hell to feel.
‘So now what? What the hell am I supposed to say?’
Should he say it did work?
Or that it didn’t?
Right now, Lin Shen really didn’t feel like smoking at all. But if he admitted it actually worked… wouldn’t that make Lu Chengxuan sound too awesome?
Okay, fine—Lu Chengxuan was kind of awesome in a lot of ways.
Still, Lin Shen just couldn’t bring himself to say it.
‘Who could possibly out-awesome me?’
‘No chance.’
After tossing the thought around a few times, Lin Shen turned his head to the side, crossed his left foot over his right knee, and started bouncing his leg like he didn’t care. “Didn’t work,” he said, playing it cool.
But even that didn’t feel like enough, so he added, “I’ll try it with someone else next time.”
“You really tried?” Lu Chengxuan looked straight at him. The words sounded like a simple question, but there was something else behind it. Then he asked what he really wanted to know: “Then why were you out of breath just now?”
The leg-bouncing stopped.
Lin Shen snapped his head over to stare at him. “What do you mean?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what had just happened—and suddenly all his warning bells were going off. That competitive streak flared up to max level. Without thinking, he shot up like a spring-loaded sit-up.
“You saying I suck at it?”
“No.”
Lu Chengxuan said it calmly, not a flicker of doubt in his voice.
“Just think you’re not used to breathing properly.”
*Excuse me???*
‘Is that a challenge?’
Lin Shen was instantly boiling with rage—and that helpless kind of rage that made him even madder. He squinted in the general direction of Lu Chengxuan, roughly found his position, then grabbed him by the front of his neat collar and yanked him in.
Then he leaned down and kissed him. Hard.
It was clear Lu Chengxuan had seen it coming.
He didn’t flinch or resist at all. The second Lin Shen’s mouth met his, he raised a hand to the back of Lin Shen’s head, closed his eyes, and melted into it completely.
Outside of gaming, if there was one thing Lin Shen did well—it was going all-in when he got serious. And once that happened, he could pick up the ropes stupid fast.
This time, he didn’t charge in recklessly like before. He took what he’d just learned, dialed it in, and attacked with actual technique, pulling Lu Chengxuan in deeper as they tangled together.
Their lips moved slowly, teasing, getting bolder with every second.
The quiet sucking sounds seemed to echo louder than they should’ve in the small, curtained-off space.
And it didn’t take long at all—Lin Shen quickly figured out the rhythm, timed every breath just right, and leaned in, closing the distance even more.
No matter how cold someone looks on the outside, their breath is always warm.
Lu Chengxuan’s passive way of just taking it all in acted like fuel for Lin Shen—pushing him to kiss harder, deeper, more recklessly.
And the way Lu Chengxuan handled his fierce need to win… it was like a tiger humoring a kitten that was clawing at it. He didn’t push back. He just stayed there, quietly accepting everything, tasting it, feeling it. It was a calm, indulgent kind of surrender.
That kind of obedience made Lin Shen feel like he had completely taken over. His heart was beating like crazy, and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire.
So, of course, he pushed even harder.
Until that sharp, metallic taste of blood started spreading.
That’s when Lin Shen’s overheated brain finally kicked back into gear. Just as he was about to pull away, something suddenly felt… off.
There was a hand.
Somehow, at some point, one of Lu Chengxuan’s hands had slipped under his shirt and was now gently stroking his back.
And his pants—usually a little loose—now felt way too tight in the front.
The moment he realized both of those things, pure panic exploded in his head like a siren.
He shoved Lu Chengxuan away with all his strength, gasping for breath, his face burning hot, and yanked the blanket over himself in a panic, muttering furiously under his breath.
“What the hell are you touching?!”
Lu Chengxuan sat back down on the edge of the bed, breathing a little harder himself. He didn’t look guilty at all. Instead, he calmly lowered his head, wiped at his lower lip with a thumb, then looked at the red smear on his finger.
“Then what the hell were you biting for?”
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School Nurse’s Note:
The infirmary isn’t some lawless corner. The separate rooms and curtains weren’t put there so you two could mess around like this.
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