Chapter 52: I’m Dirty Now

Meng Weiyu’s eyes opened hazily in his sleep.

Perhaps because he had drunk too much, his body was warm, his thoughts were floating, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was capable of anything—even remembering the memories he had forgotten all in one breath.

As if responding to his expectations, the evening wind blew in from the seaside.

Meng Weiyu sat happily on the bench by the sea. He was familiar with this place. It was the sea area in front of his villa. This entire area belonged to him privately, so for years, no one else passed by. It was completely a quiet and reassuring world.

Late at night, when all was silent, the sea breeze blew people’s hair up, then calmed along with the retreating waves.

Meng Weiyu sat shoulder to shoulder with the person he liked, watching the deep sea. The lights behind them faintly illuminated the area. Brightness and darkness intertwined, and under the stars, the existence of his lover turned the originally slightly gloomy atmosphere ambiguous and romantic.

Although easily promising forever was irresponsible behavior, at this moment, Meng Weiyu truly had the feeling that he could sit beside that person like this and gaze at the sea until the moment life withered away.

Meng Weiyu lowered his head and secretly smiled.

How he hoped that person would share the same thought as him.

“Meng Weiyu.” The person beside him called his name in that serious and stiff tone from beginning to end.

“Mm, mm, mm?” Meng Weiyu propped his hand on the bench and turned his head in a good mood, willing to flirt with him in this kind of environment.

Affected by the atmosphere, Meng Weiyu even had one foolish instant where he thought: If you propose at a time like this, I might consider it.

In the end, the person beside him opened his mouth and said to him expressionlessly, “I want to give you oral.”

The romantic atmosphere shattered instantly.

The dream ended.

Meng Weiyu opened his eyes wide and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to believe what kind of dream he had just had.

“It was a nightmare,” he concluded. Why would a scene that should have belonged in a pure romance film have such obscene dialogue appear in it?

Meng Weiyu took a heavy breath, then choked on the smell of alcohol on his body.

“Achoo.” He curled up, shrinking into the blanket. “Ah, my head hurts a little. Is anyone going to come take care of this young master?”

He closed his eyes. He originally wanted to use a quiet posture to relieve the headache, but as he gradually woke up, his mind simply could not stay calm. The insane scenes from the banquet kept playing in Meng Weiyu’s head one after another, and the memory of him jumping around on the bed after getting home and singing the GG Bond song smashed into his head like a giant rock.

Silence spread. Meng Weiyu was so frightened he forgot about his hangover headache.

He also remembered himself standing on the table, raising his wine glass high, as well as Shen Zhoudu beside him looking at him with a stunned gaze.

“Help me…”

Meng Weiyu lay on the bed. After finally discovering that he could not erase his memories, he tearfully messaged his friend: I embarrassed myself so badly in front of Shen Zhoudu.

Two minutes later, Ning Wu replied to him: I saw it.

Talking about this with a useless friend could not change the situation at all. Thinking this, Meng Weiyu crawled out of the blanket and went to the bathroom to bathe.

After washing up, Meng Weiyu changed into clean and refreshing clothes. He covered his still-not-completely-dry hair with a towel, hummed a song, and walked out of the room.

Standing from a high place, he looked down over the entire hall and immediately caught sight of his target.

Shen Zhoudu was sitting on the sofa, watching a movie with the projector.

Meng Weiyu revealed a refreshed expression and cheerfully ran downstairs, deliberately making footsteps.

Sure enough, Shen Zhoudu was attracted by him and turned his head to glance at him.

“Zhoudu!” Meng Weiyu ran over and, from behind the sofa, hugged his neck.

“I’m going to have trouble breathing,” Shen Zhoudu told him numbly.

“Thank you for bringing me back last night.” If people in real life could be as exaggerated as cartoon characters, Meng Weiyu really wanted to open his mouth and gnaw on half of his head.

“You’re welcome. But tell me, if my husband gets drunk and I don’t take him home, where am I supposed to send him?” Shen Zhoudu did not think Meng Weiyu had simply come to thank him, but he cooperated for now and said a few useless words to him.

“I’m usually not like yesterday.” Meng Weiyu spoke righteously, trying to save what little image he had left.

“I reserve judgment on that.” Shen Zhoudu discovered that if he did not keep watch, Meng Weiyu could absolutely overturn an entire banquet hall. Most importantly, the other people present at the time answered his every call. He did not dare imagine what kind of large-scale chaos Meng Weiyu would lead everyone into if no one stopped him.

His attempt to play dumb was useless. Meng Weiyu let go, walked around the sofa to Shen Zhoudu’s side, and lay headfirst on his lap. He began throwing a childlike tantrum, rolling around.

“You’ll fall,” Shen Zhoudu looked at him helplessly.

Meng Weiyu stopped rolling. With his heart like dead ashes, he looked up at Shen Zhoudu’s face and sincerely asked, “Can you forget what happened last night and pretend nothing happened?”

“Yes.” Unexpectedly, this time, Shen Zhoudu did not argue with him and directly agreed to his suggestion.

Meng Weiyu, instantly sensing that there was a trap, immediately climbed up from the sofa, kept a certain distance from Shen Zhoudu, and looked at him warily.

Shen Zhoudu looked back at him innocently.

“There’s a problem.” Meng Weiyu directly stated his suspicion.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Zhoudu looked at him in confusion.

“I don’t know why, but I just feel there’s a problem.” Meng Weiyu was someone who trusted his own intuition very much. “Shen Zhoudu isn’t such a generous person. Are you an alien or a monster? Did you take over his body?”

His words sounded crazy, suspecting others with the worst possible view of human nature without evidence, but Shen Zhoudu narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, greatly admiring his observation skills.

“Pervert, what did you do last night?” As Meng Weiyu spoke, he crossed his arms over his chest. Although he shouted like this, he still had a certain level of trust in Shen Zhoudu’s character and believed Shen Zhoudu would not force him to do something unwillingly.

“Do you want to know?” Shen Zhoudu leisurely leaned against the armrest.

When Meng Weiyu heard this sentence, he was dumbstruck. The development of events was exactly as he had imagined.

“Come here.” Shen Zhoudu raised one hand toward him.

“What for?” Meng Weiyu covered one side of the towel, trying to block his own face. Water droplets fell from his hair and slid down his fair face.

“Let’s watch it together.” Shen Zhoudu was in no hurry to reveal the answer.

Meng Weiyu pressed his lips together. After a brief silence, he was so anxious he almost clawed at his face.

Who was the one who said Shen Zhoudu did not know how to play hard-to-get before? Clearly, he was a master among masters.

Curiosity would kill the cat.

To calm his restless heart, Meng Weiyu obediently moved over.

Shen Zhoudu placed his hand on his other shoulder and pulled him into his arms.

Meng Weiyu’s ears turned a little red.

“Let’s watch together.” Shen Zhoudu picked up the remote control he had placed to the side.

“Watch what? A movie? What genre?” Meng Weiyu looked at him blankly. At the same time, he thought that since they were already hugging anyway, they might as well watch a romantic film to set the mood and cultivate feelings.

Shen Zhoudu pressed the play button and shared the film he had been watching all morning with Meng Weiyu.

The image first shook for a while. Then Meng Weiyu discovered that the video’s aspect ratio was not quite right. It did not look like a movie. It looked like a video filmed by a phone.

“I… I also have chest muscles.” A sticky, muddled voice came out.

Meng Weiyu blinked. His eyes reacted faster than his ears. Before he could recognize this familiar voice, his eyes first saw the image on the screen.

Meng Weiyu was kneeling on the bed, clearly looking difficult to deal with after getting drunk. He tightly grabbed a hand that appeared on the screen, forcefully lifted the lower hem of his clothes, and shoved the other person’s hand into his clothing.

“I clearly do have them. You can feel them, right!” Meng Weiyu shook his body in dissatisfaction. His butt left his heels for one second, then he sat back down again.

“I really can’t.” Shen Zhoudu’s cold voice came from the video, but his face could not be seen. It was probably because of the posture he was using to hold the phone, so he could not film himself.

Meng Weiyu was angered to death. Both his hands grabbed the hem of his clothes. After trying twice, he finally succeeded in rolling his clothes up.

His body leaned toward the lean and firm type. No matter how much he trained, he would not develop overly obvious muscles. Of course, it was also possible that because he was always slacking off while working out, he had thin muscles, but anything more was a luxury.

“Look, look!” Meng Weiyu refused to lose and lifted his clothes.

Seeing this scene, Meng Weiyu, sitting on the sofa, silently slapped his own forehead.

Too embarrassing.

“Touch.” Meng Weiyu grabbed his hand and boldly placed it on his own chest.

In the video, even though only one of Shen Zhoudu’s hands appeared, it could still be felt that his entire body had frozen.

“I clearly do have them.” Meng Weiyu lowered his head desolately.

“All right, let’s say you have them.” Shen Zhoudu comforted him, wanting to end this farce as quickly as possible.

“And…” Meng Weiyu seemed to want to say something.

The image suddenly shook. The phone fell onto the bed, and both people disappeared from the frame.

Although this video made Meng Weiyu feel ashamed, he quickly accepted it and began recalling when exactly he had started obsessing over a muscular body. It seemed to be because of a men’s fitness magazine that had suddenly appeared under the table at his villa. As for who the owner of that magazine was, Meng Weiyu still did not know.

Seeing him spacing out, Shen Zhoudu held him even tighter.

“Mm?” Meng Weiyu’s thoughts returned to the present.

Shen Zhoudu pointed at the screen.

When Meng Weiyu looked at the video again, his face instantly turned red, and he could no longer hide his emotions.

After the phone that had fallen onto the bed was jostled around for a while, it finally clearly captured both of them.

Meng Weiyu had lifted his shirt. Shen Zhoudu was holding his waist, his face buried against his chest. As for what he was doing, because of the angle, the video did not capture it clearly. But from the following conversation between the two, one could guess how things had developed at the time.

“It’s strange. I suddenly feel like I want to cry.” Meng Weiyu lowered his head to look at Shen Zhoudu and sniffled.

“Hah, sad nipple syndrome.”

“Then I don’t want this anymore.” Meng Weiyu lowered his clothes.

“You were clearly the one who suddenly suggested it.” Shen Zhoudu pressed his body down, leaned beside his ear, and spoke in a tone like he was coaxing a child. “If you don’t want this anymore, then let’s continue what we were doing earlier.”

“Mm.” Meng Weiyu agreed and placed both hands on his back.

Shen Zhoudu moved on the bed. Because of his movements, the blanket was kicked aside, and the phone’s direction changed with it, missing the two of them and only recording sound.

Meng Weiyu was held in Shen Zhoudu’s arms, his face red as he looked at his chest. From the fleeting image, one could guess what the two people in the video were doing.

Shen Zhoudu held his chin and turned his face in another direction, teasing, “I’ve already forgotten what happened last night. As for the whole process of you going crazy, keep it and slowly watch it yourself.”

The video had not even played for a short while before Meng Weiyu hurriedly snatched the remote control and angrily turned it off.

“Wu, I’m dirty now.” He touched his own body in disbelief. Because of his violent movement, the towel on his head slid straight down.

He actually did not scream. Shen Zhoudu looked at Meng Weiyu’s fluffy head with some curiosity. Had the twenty-year-old Meng Weiyu already cultivated himself to this level?

“Why did you record that kind of video?” Meng Weiyu reacted and became angry, turning his head to glare at him.

“I knew you would be like this.” Shen Zhoudu had deliberately laid a trap. “When you insisted on making me touch your chest and abs, I knew I had to leave evidence. Otherwise, the next day, you would very likely turn around and accuse me instead.”

“It’s chest muscles and abs!” Meng Weiyu corrected.

“You don’t have them.” Shen Zhoudu absolutely refused to yield.

“Look again.”

Before Shen Zhoudu could ask him how he planned to display something that did not exist, he saw Meng Weiyu move closer, grab his hand, and place it on his chest.

His movements paused.

“Can you feel them?” In order to reverse right and wrong, Meng Weiyu was willing to sacrifice his beauty.

“I feel them. Such a fast heartbeat.” Shen Zhoudu honestly told him his impression.

“Mm…” Meng Weiyu was so embarrassed his face turned red.

Shen Zhoudu could not help laughing. Using this posture, he pressed Meng Weiyu down on the sofa.

“Such a fast heartbeat…” Shen Zhoudu repeated these words, his deep eyes gazing into the depths of Meng Weiyu’s eyes.

“Who can calmly watch adult videos with someone else?” Most importantly, the stars of the video were himself and the person beside him.

“We’ve watched them together before,” Shen Zhoudu reminded him.

Hearing this, Meng Weiyu nearly choked speechlessly.

When Meng Weiyu made friends with others, it always happened naturally. Only Shen Zhoudu had the feeling of being picked up halfway, or suddenly sticking to him halfway.

At the beginning, Meng Weiyu actively searched for ways to close the distance between himself and Shen Zhoudu. One day, his brain heated up, and he invited Shen Zhoudu to watch explicit things together.

Shen Zhoudu did not refuse.

He searched for a long time and barely found a website. Then he squeezed together with Shen Zhoudu to watch.

After watching an adult video with Shen Zhoudu, Meng Weiyu discovered… the atmosphere became even more awkward.

“You watch slowly by yourself.” Shen Zhoudu patted the back of Meng Weiyu’s head. “I need to go to the restroom and call my parents while I’m at it.”

At that time, Shen Zhoudu had noticed the strange situation first and considerately left.

Meng Weiyu was left to silently close the video, inwardly scolding himself and asking what exactly he was doing.

“The more you make me remember the past, the more I only feel like I was stupid.” Meng Weiyu painfully closed his eyes.

“Hahahahaha.” Shen Zhoudu did not deny it.

“This is all your fault.” Meng Weiyu began his rightful accusing behavior again.

Shen Zhoudu pressed down on him, his eyes focused on his face, and used his fingers to trace the shape of his lips.

“If you liked men, couldn’t you have just said so earlier?” When information was unequal, Meng Weiyu discovered that the ignorant side too easily became the clown.

“If you knew I liked men, you would know I liked you.” Shen Zhoudu had not been willing to expose everything about himself to Meng Weiyu too early.

“I might not have known.” Meng Weiyu turned his head, preparing to escape his control.

Shen Zhoudu glanced at him, quickly reached out, and pulled him back. His words were not finished yet. “You would definitely know. In this world, there is no man more outstanding than you.”

Hearing this, Meng Weiyu shamelessly agreed with his words and said, “Your taste is actually very good.”

Shen Zhoudu held back a laugh.

The main reason was that Shen Zhoudu’s behavior of throwing himself at him had been too obvious. Anyone who knew Shen Zhoudu even a little would suspect that his abnormal behavior meant he had been possessed. If no one suspected it, that would be one thing. But once someone had the thought that he might actually like men, they would definitely know he liked Meng Weiyu.

As for Meng Weiyu, he might actually not notice, because he would feel that others having good feelings toward him was completely natural.

During the repeated, long period of secret love, Shen Zhoudu had suffered greatly because of this.

Meng Weiyu met Shen Zhoudu’s gaze.

Only at this moment did Shen Zhoudu belatedly realize that Meng Weiyu had completely accepted what he had done last night. He held Meng Weiyu’s face with one hand and kissed him.

Meng Weiyu took the initiative to open his mouth.

Shen Zhoudu kissed him, then after finishing the taste, could not help saying, “You really are very casual.”

“You can choose not to kiss me.” Meng Weiyu spread his hands carelessly and boldly.

Shen Zhoudu pressed his hands down and kissed him again.

Even if Meng Weiyu only held the intention of playing with him, he was willing to be toyed with by him.

“Do you like me a little more?” Shen Zhoudu raised his head, breathing heavily, his thumb stroking Meng Weiyu’s cheek.

“I’ve always liked you quite a bit.” Meng Weiyu recalled the past and discovered that he had always treated Shen Zhoudu very specially.

“Mm.” Shen Zhoudu was not very satisfied with this answer, so he changed the topic. “Were you satisfied last night?”

“I don’t remember at all.” Meng Weiyu pushed his face.

“You remember too many things.” Shen Zhoudu’s tone was sour.

“Is that something I can control?!” Meng Weiyu could not believe it. This person’s personality was actually super bad, right?

Shen Zhoudu silently looked at him.

Since they had no common language, Meng Weiyu left him and went to the fridge to look for something to eat.

Unwilling to be lonely, Shen Zhoudu followed behind him. While Meng Weiyu rummaged through the fridge, he reached out, hugged his neck, and asked unwillingly, “Did you really never like me even a little before? For example, thinking that if I were a woman, marrying me wouldn’t be bad. For example, wanting to marry a woman like me?”

“Shen Zhoudu, that’s so complicated.” Why did he have to inject such complicated thoughts into Meng Weiyu’s simple interpersonal relationships?

Shen Zhoudu watched him rummage around for food and suddenly said, “I’ll cook you a bowl of noodles.”

If Meng Weiyu was allowed to keep searching like this, the fridge would definitely become a mess.

“Really? Great.” Meng Weiyu happily gave the fridge area to him.

Shen Zhoudu pulled ingredients from the fridge, put on an apron, and sliced meat in the kitchen. He wore ordinary home clothes. When he used force, the outline of the muscles in his arm could be clearly seen.

Meng Weiyu sat on the sofa and watched him, forced to admit something: the question Shen Zhoudu had just asked.

When you were straight, did you ever think that if I were a girl, you could date me?

To Meng Weiyu, this question was too roundabout.

But he really had once had a similar thought: wanting to date Shen Zhoudu.

There was no need for the premise of whether Shen Zhoudu was male or female.

Meng Weiyu bit the nail of his thumb. At this point, it was already very difficult to say clearly whether having that kind of thought had been a sudden whim, or whether he had truly once developed a heart-fluttering feeling toward Shen Zhoudu.

But examining it further no longer had any meaning. The overall situation was already set.

Shen Zhoudu finished cooking the noodles, carried them out, placed them in front of Meng Weiyu, and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

“Eat, Young Master.” Shen Zhoudu said through gritted teeth, “Eat your fill so you can continue angering me to death.”

“What a vicious man.” Meng Weiyu opened his mouth and said something hurtful with ease. “Be careful. Tomorrow, I might go out and seduce a young man.”

Shen Zhoudu threatened darkly, “If you’re not afraid of being hung to death, then go…”

“Slurp, slurp.” Meng Weiyu had no intention of listening to him finish. He ate the noodles in large mouthfuls, deliberately making noise.

Shen Zhoudu could do nothing with him. His tone unconsciously softened as he asked, “Is it good?”

“It’s okay. A bit salty.” Meng Weiyu’s food review was online.

“Stop eating.” How could there be such a heartless person in this world?

“Meow.” While they were arguing, Xueci ran out of its own room. After discovering that its bowl was empty, it specially ran to Shen Zhoudu’s feet and lay down, performing a staged accident.

Shen Zhoudu: “…”

There was also a heartless cat!

Shen Zhoudu helplessly got up to pour cat food.

While he was busy, Meng Weiyu lifted the noodle bowl and deliberately blocked the lower half of his face, only revealing a pair of smiling eyes.

The atmosphere in the house was harmonious and happy.

Far away, dark clouds pressed down.

Meng Weiyu’s phone, which he had tossed in the room on the second floor, had over a dozen missed calls. Because he had blocked this number, no matter what the other party did, they could not get through.