PTBC chapter 59

Xia Yan wandered back to his dorm, his mind still a bit unclear. When he had gone to talk to Zong Yi earlier, he had intended to come up with a strategy.

It was fine if they couldn’t come up with a solution.

After all, he never really relied on Zong Yi.

But then Zong Yi said what—he liked Xu Cong too?

This guy must have been so caught up in the CP ship that he had lost his mind.

Xia Yan scoffed at the thought.

If anyone else had said it, he might have believed it, but everyone knew how good Zong Yi was at spreading rumors about ships. It was almost like creating a city with his bare hands—impressive but absurd.

If Xia Yan believed it, he’d be a fool.

Still, that night Xia Yan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Zong Yi’s words kept buzzing in his head.

Especially the videos and links he had sent.

Yes, Xia Yan still couldn’t stop himself. With the “I want to see what this is” mentality, he opened the forbidden door again.

But once he opened the videos, he understood why Zong Yi had looked at him with that smug expression.

Because in these videos… It was full of his ‘obsessive moments’ with Xu Cong, over a hundred instances of sugar-coated moments.

Like how he would peel a candy for Xu Cong.

Or how he would turn his back just to talk to Xu Cong, almost tripping on the stones behind him.

Or how after winning first place in a variety show, he immediately waved the flag at Xu Cong, smugly proud.

And when he hurt his arm, not caring at all, but if Xu Cong even injured his wrist, he’d go searching the whole world for a Band-Aid…

The fans were ecstatic, drowning in sweetness, sending out love, already betting on when he and Xu Cong would get married.

Xia Yan fell silent, shoving the phone full of criminal evidence deep under his pillow.

It was all nonsense.

Xia Yan firmly thought that anyone who thought this was anything more than pure friendship was delusional.

Xu Cong had already gone insane, which was ridiculous. How could he possibly be like Xu Cong? He was just caring for his good friend.

Xia Yan reassured himself and uneasily fell asleep.

But the next day, Xu Cong caught him red-handed.

Xu Cong had returned from his business trip but had notified Bai Yu, not Xia Yan. Dragging his suitcase, he went directly to the villa.

In the living room were Ye Zhaoyang and Xiao Ning. Xu Cong greeted them and glanced upstairs, asking, “Is the captain in his room?”

“He is,” Xiao Ning honestly replied. “He had dinner and went straight to his room, hasn’t come out since.”

Xu Cong nodded and went upstairs.

Ye Zhaoyang, however, looked at Xu Cong’s retreating figure with a strange expression.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but since the captain came back from the hospital, even though Xu Cong hadn’t mentioned the leave anymore, the relationship between them seemed even stranger.

Sometimes they seemed as clingy as usual, but sometimes the Captain seemed to avoid Xu Cong.

He looked suspiciously upstairs.

If Xu Cong was going to find Xia Yan, what if he tried something? After all, Xu Cong was an alpha—should he intervene?

But then again, with Xia Yan’s strength, who would need saving?

Ye Zhaoyang, munching on sunflower seeds, fell into deep thought.

Xu Cong placed his luggage in his room. Although he hadn’t gotten a speck of dust on him, he immediately took a shower and changed clothes. Then, naturally, and familiar as ever, he pushed open the door to the captain’s room.

Xia Yan didn’t even notice the door opening.

He would later curse his habit of not locking the door, but next time, he’d still do the same.

Right now, he was frowning as he watched the latest fan-made shipping video of him and Xu Cong.

This was the one Zong Yi had strongly recommended to him.

“The edits are great! Though it’s a bit of a stretch, the fan is a genius! It’s like you both starred in a drama together—so real, so fitting, you have to watch it!”

Xia Yan clicked it open and realized it was a fan edit, using clips of him and Xu Cong from various dramas, films, and variety shows.

The story was that Xu Cong, a rich heir, fell in love with him while he worked at an auto repair shop, and he was stubborn and rebellious, even wanting to hit someone with a wrench. The two of them had a push-and-pull, love-hate kind of romance…

“What the hell is this?” Xia Yan frowned. “Zong Yi must be the kind of person who gets brainwashed by these things. And why am I fixing cars, and Xu Cong is a rich heir? This needs to be re-edited!”

He grumbled, completely unaware of someone sneaking up behind him.

“What are you watching?”

Xu Cong walked over, smiling as he asked.

He had intended to give Xia Yan a little scare. After all, they’d been doing this since before their debut.

Two years ago, on Halloween, Xia Yan had dressed up as a ghost and crawled into Xu Cong’s bed to scare him.

But this time, Xu Cong deliberately made his footsteps heavier, just so Xia Yan wouldn’t remain oblivious.

Unfortunately, Xia Yan was too absorbed in the absurd plot.

He was mentally scoring it low and complaining, with the barrage of comments drowning his thoughts, not paying attention to his surroundings.

Xu Cong’s sudden voice startled him.

“Shit!”

Xia Yan jumped in surprise, and his phone slipped from his hand, falling to the floor. He quickly turned around, almost throwing a punch.

But just as his fist was about to swing, he saw Xu Cong’s face clearly.

“Who are you trying to scare?” Xia Yan retracted his fist, scowling as he cursed.

Xu Cong was confused. “I thought you could hear me come in?”

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up Xia Yan’s phone.

Only then did Xia Yan realize the situation was bad, and he rushed over to try and grab it.

But it was too late.

His phone didn’t black out from the fall; instead, it stubbornly continued playing.

So when Xu Cong picked it up, he immediately saw the video that Zong Yi had been praising.

On the screen, under the skillful hands of the creator, “Xu Cong” was seen grabbing “Xia Yan’s” chin and kissing him fiercely.

Xu Cong raised an eyebrow slightly and showed the screen to Xia Yan.

He hesitated and asked, “I was only gone for three days, and you’re already this lonely?”

Xia Yan: “………..”

He had a numb expression on his face, contemplating whether he should knock Xu Cong unconscious with a single blow to make him forget everything.

But when he saw the increasingly dangerous look in Xu Cong’s eyes, he immediately snapped back to reality, quickly retreating until his back was pressed against the headboard.

“It’s not what you think, okay? This was shared with me by Zong Yi. I was just curious and clicked on it,” Xia Yan’s face was slightly flushed. “Besides, I had no idea the content would be like this!”

Xu Cong really didn’t want to remind Xia Yan that when he picked up the phone, the video had already been playing for twelve minutes.

That was enough time for Xia Yan to close the video a thousand times.

He smiled faintly, unusually not making a big deal out of the fact that it was Zong Yi who had shared the video.

And while he was talking to Xia Yan, the video kept playing.

The plot had already progressed to the point where he had pinned Xia Yan down, and the two of them were engaged in a passionate scene.

Litterally.

Since there was no real material to use here.

The creator had replaced it with swimming red goldfish, but for the sound effects, there was an audio clip she had somehow dug up from somewhere.

Xia Yan could hardly believe his ears when he heard himself breathing heavily in the video.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Xia Yan slowly widened his eyes, unable to believe what was happening.

Where on earth did they find this messed-up, cobbled-together clip?!

When did he ever make such sounds!!!

This was slander!

Meanwhile, Xu Cong’s expression had turned incredibly subtle, his gaze heavy as he looked at Xia Yan.

Xia Yan scrambled to get up, trying to snatch the phone from Xu Cong’s hand.

He really couldn’t stand it anymore.

On the screen, he was already begging Xu Cong to go easy on him. It was completely disregarding the truth.

But as Xu Cong shifted, Xia Yan, who had limited mobility with his left hand, immediately missed.

At the same time, Xu Cong tossed the phone aside, the screen still glowing.

He wrapped his arm around Xia Yan’s waist and pressed him back onto the pillow.

“Sorry, I’ve been away for a few days and neglected you,” Xu Cong said, smiling as he apologized.

Xia Yan opened his mouth to curse.

But before he could make a sound, Xu Cong kissed him.

…

Xia Yan’s fingers tightened around Xu Cong’s sleeve, but quickly loosened again.

He reluctantly admitted that after so many days of being kissed by Xu Cong, he had already grown accustomed to Xu Cong’s advances, to the point where he didn’t even feel much resistance anymore.

He only felt that Xu Cong was being too rough.

He had work tomorrow—how could he face anyone with swollen lips?

This made him a little dissatisfied, and his fingers dug into Xu Cong’s hair at the back of his head, pulling him back.

But Xu Cong immediately kissed him even harder, one hand gripping Xia Yan’s right hand, their fingers intertwining.

Meanwhile, the phone they had discarded to the side hadn’t quieted down, still playing those shameful sounds.

The heavy breathing.

The smacking of kisses.

And the soft, indistinct moans.

Xia Yan couldn’t even tell if the sounds were coming from him.

He only felt Xu Cong’s fingers slip inside his pajama shirt.

Each button of his shirt was undone, warm fingers, skillful and long, gently brushed over his waist.

Xia Yan let out a muffled sound from his throat, feeling dizzy from Xu Cong’s kisses.

“Can’t…”

Can’t do anything besides kissing.

He thought hazily.

But when his gaze met Xu Cong’s, Xu Cong stared at him with a deep, heavy look in his eyes. Those pitch-black, profound eyes were like a lake in the forest, reflecting the shadows of the moonlight.

Just one glance could make a person fall.

He didn’t know when the scent of white sandalwood started to overflow from Xu Cong.

It was elegant and gentle, but beneath it was an irresistible intensity, slowly invading.

Xia Yan felt a chill below.

His soft pajama pants were discarded to one side, and he immediately gasped.

Xu Cong looked at him deeply, then lowered his head.

The crimson tongue.

The warm lips.

The scene from the wrap-up party replayed before Xia Yan’s eyes.

What was even more embarrassing than that day was that, back then, the night had provided some cover. The deep white sandalwood and rose pheromones had mingled in the darkness.

But now, the lights were bright in the room, and every detail was clear. There were even teammates in the living room; no one could say for sure if anyone would come upstairs.

The realization of this fact only served to intensify Xia Yan’s arousal.

He had to put his hand by his lips, covering any sounds that might escape.

But his back was already soaked in sweat.