Are All You Straight Men Like This? - Chapter 18.2

…and the most perfect full stop.

“The ‘kind’ like me?” Unexpectedly, Shen Shi spoke slowly. He lifted his head, his gaze falling upon Ye Ran’s face. “What kind is that?”

Ye Ran bit the bullet. “The kind that can… kiss a person of the same sex.”

“Oh,” Shen Shi nodded. “I can do that too.”

Ye Ran glanced at him, his trembling, uneasy heart slowly steadying.

How can you? Your ears and neck are red from anger.

Shen Shi’s complexion was pale, making his facial features stand out—especially his eyes, which were like deep ink, dark, narrow, and profound. Because of this, other colors became very obvious—like the thin flush rising on his neck and ears when he was angry.

Right now, that flush on his ears and the side of his neck was extremely prominent. Although his expression remained cold and casual, these colors betrayed his true emotions.

Ye Ran stopped arguing with him and gave a soft “Mm.” “I can also do many other intimate things with the same sex.”

Shen Shi’s fingertips, resting on his knee, twitched slightly. “I can too.”

Ye Ran looked at his neck, which was now even redder.

…Does just thinking about it make you this angry?

He took a deep breath. Looking at Shen Shi’s appearance of stubbornly refusing to back down, he hardened his heart. He suddenly crouched down and quickly kissed Shen Shi on the cheek again. The sensation of his lips was even softer than before, and the temperature was a bit warm.

Ye Ran’s heart thundered in his chest; even his eardrums were vibrating.

With a kiss he was prepared for, even if he tried to ignore it, his senses were infinitely magnified. He stood up, his ears burning hot. Suppressing his shame, his fingers—stuffed in his pockets—clenched tightly in nervousness.

“What about this time?” he asked.

Shen Shi didn’t speak for a moment, his expression remaining as flat as ever.

His eyes were lowered. Although his sitting posture was loose and lazy, he was inexplicably full of possessiveness and aggression. The aura around him was thick and oppressive; his “negative” emotions were nearly overflowing.

Ye Ran pursed his lips guiltily.

After a long while, he heard Shen Shi’s low, hoarse, and slow voice: “Mm.”

“Mm”? What did “Mm” mean?

Ye Ran was a bit bewildered, but looking at Shen Shi’s neck, which was leaking emotion, he paused. He still said softly: “You’re not sober right now. We…”

“We’ll talk when you’re sober tomorrow.”

He turned around to pick up the umbrella he had dropped in the corner. Controlling the rhythm of his breathing, he offered a low apology: “I’m sorry for offending you just now. I’ll head back first.”

Without asking if Shen Shi wanted to go back with him, Ye Ran’s retreating figure looked almost like he was fleeing.

He opened his umbrella and stepped into the wind and rain. His palms were sweaty from nervousness, but his heart sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Shen Shi… is actually still homophobic.

Thinking of Shen Shi’s performance just now, Ye Ran thought silently.

This method was really too much. He couldn’t use it again.

Having drunk too much tonight, Yu Ting’s nervous mood gradually eased as the atmosphere settled. Outside the window, the wind and rain roared. Inside, the warm air conditioning was blowing.

Bathed in the warm air, he had been anxiously waiting for news from Ye Ran. As time passed, sleepiness surged. He lay on the bed and fell into a half-dreaming sleep—he even had a dream.

In the dream, Shen Shi broke off their friendship because he had taken it upon himself to look for Ye Ran. Shen Shi even wanted to solidify his title as the “First Eunuch of the Inner Court” by ending his bloodline once and for all. The cruelty of his methods was terrifying.

Only after hearing the WeChat notification did Yu Ting wake up from the nightmare, drenched in sweat. His heart was pounding, and he still felt a bit out of it.

Shit. This isn’t a prophetic dream, is it? Shen Shi wants to break off our friendship and then beat me up too?

He shuddered. Remembering Ye Ran going to find Shen Shi, he scrambled to open WeChat—

[Shen Shi]: Thanks, brother.

Yu Ting: “?”

[Shen Shi]: I’ll definitely invite you to the wedding.

Yu Ting: “???”

Oh. He suddenly understood.

It was a dream within a dream.