Fishing-Type Beauties Will Never Love Crematorium - Chapter 13

According to Baidu, the term “saucy top” refers to a humorous and witty man.

Shen He pursed his lips. So that is what it means.

He searched for another term: “What does ‘high-H’ mean?”

Baidu’s explanation: It implies a high content of eroticism and explicit sexual themes.

Shen He stared at the words for a full half-minute before he finally looked away and closed the browser.

So, that document meant a humorous man having days and nights with a snake, with highly explicit content?

Is it just a strange fetish?

A moment later, Shen He put down his phone to wash up. Seeing his reddened ears in the mirror, his gaze darkened. He leaned close to the mirror, staring straight into his own eyes.

It is normal for people to read erotic fiction. Even Wei Yan and the others watch adult films. Only he, who does not watch such things, is the odd one out.

A strange fetish is just someone else’s hobby. He might choose not to watch it himself, but he has no right to judge others. He should not wear tinted glasses just because someone else has a niche hobby.

Shen He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was like a precisely calibrated machine, completely back to normal.

The second class was a combined lecture for two classes.

Shen He and his roommates had reserved a seat for Chen Qingtang in advance.

Wei Yan spun his pen. “Brother Shen, is Little Chen sitting with me or you later? If he sits with me, I will let Xinzi sit with you.”

Shen He replied coldly, “He is sitting with me.”

Wei Yan thought about it. It seemed he had not sat with Chen Qingtang yet, so he asked impulsively, “Why do you always sit with him? I want to sit with Little Chen for once, too.”

Shen He lifted his eyelids. “You smell.”

Wei Yan retorted, “You are the one who smells! You smell good everywhere!” How could he make it personal like that?

Shen He suddenly remembered something: “From now on, do not do that kind of thing in the dorm. It makes everything smell.”

Wei Yan was incredulous. “No! That is unreasonable. If I do not do it in the dorm, where am I supposed to do it?”

Shen He replied, “The bathroom. Clean up afterward.”

Wei Yan pulled a pained expression. “The bathroom is so small, and it is uncomfortable to stand. It is so much better to be comfortable in bed. Besides, I am in my own bed; who am I bothering?”

Shen He put down his pen and looked at him. “It has a smell. People with sensitive noses will feel uncomfortable.”

Wei Yan complained, “I did not even smell anything. Who has such a keen nose?”

Just as Shen He was about to speak, he looked up and saw Chen Qingtang arriving.

After Chen Qingtang approached, he pulled out the chair next to Shen He. As he sat down, a light, refreshing scent—like sweet-scented osmanthus carrying the moisture of the August dew—drifted through the air.

Shen He watched him sit down naturally, the fingertips holding his pen trembling slightly.

The teacher arrived right at the sound of the bell, starting with the usual attendance check. This teacher was strict; she required students to raise their hands and checked them one by one against the roster.

When she reached Chen Qingtang, she frowned. “That student, take off your mask. You seem to wear a mask in class all the time. From now on, no masks are allowed in my class. I need to recognize faces; if you wear a mask, I will not even know if someone else is subbing for you.”

Chen Qingtang opened his mouth to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shen He next to him and paused. Eventually, he obediently took off his mask.

After the roll call, Chen Qingtang slumped over his desk, looking listless.

At that moment, a long, fair hand slid a note over.

It read: “Is your nose uncomfortable? Do you want to move a little closer to me? Or do you want my jacket?”

A smile bloomed in Chen Qingtang’s eyes. He picked up his pen and wrote back: “You will be cold without your jacket. Can I move closer?”

He pushed the note back. Two seconds later, Shen He dragged his chair over, leaving only an inch of space between them.

Shen He wrote: “Is this okay?”

Chen Qingtang pushed his luck: “Can you get a little closer?”

Shen He pulled his chair again until they were almost touching, their shoulders nearly pressing together.

Chen Qingtang was in a good mood because of how obedient Shen He was. Actually, this seat was by the window and well-ventilated, so the smell in the classroom would have faded eventually. But since Shen He had taken the initiative, he certainly would not be polite.

Under Shen He’s gaze, Chen Qingtang rested his head right by Shen He’s writing hand. The tip of his nose was almost touching the back of Shen He’s hand.

Shen He stared intently at the point where they were about to touch.

Chen Qingtang whispered, “Is it not allowed?”

The boy tilted his head, chin slightly raised, looking up at him. In this angle, his eyes looked round and pitch-black, like a lazy, coquettish kitten.

Shen He’s heart skipped a beat. “It is allowed.”

Chen Qingtang beamed.

Neither of them spoke again. Shen He listened to the lecture while Chen Qingtang played on his phone. For Chen Qingtang, who had been a doctoral student in his past life, these courses were as simple as child’s play. Listening was a waste of his life; it was better to find some entertainment, at least to get some emotional value out of it.

Shen He had originally been focusing on the blackboard, but the intermittent, warm breaths brushing against his hand made it impossible to ignore. Every time he lowered his head to take notes, his gaze would naturally fall on the boy’s nape.

That mole again. On the snow-white skin, that mole looked like a cluster of red plum blossoms in the snow—alluring and striking, making his heart itch uncontrollably. Shen He gripped his pen tightly and pulled his eyes away.

Just then, Chen Qingtang shifted.

Shen He’s attention was drawn back subconsciously, and he caught a glimpse of Chen Qingtang’s phone screen. He froze.

Right in front of him, during class, Chen Qingtang had opened that very document.

Shen He’s ears slowly turned red. His sense of morality made him look away, but he could not concentrate anymore. How could he watch something like that in class?

Shen He’s breathing turned shallow, and the tip of his pen pressed so hard into the paper that it nearly tore through. Given Shen He’s personality, if this had been Wei Yan, he would have lectured him already. But because it was Chen Qingtang, he could not get the words out.

He forced himself not to care, forced himself not to look down.

Chen Qingtang saw his subtle reaction and curled his lips into a smile. He was doing it on purpose. He did not believe that Shen He could suppress his curiosity forever. The seed of curiosity had been planted; all Chen Qingtang had to do was let it take root and sprout.

Chen Qingtang spent the class leisurely, while Shen He sat with a stiff spine, staring at the blackboard for the entire hour. His neck was sore, but he refused to look down even once.

The moment the bell rang, Shen He let out a sigh of relief. As they packed up, he could not help but drop a hint: “Try to be more focused in class.”

Chen Qingtang glanced at his ears, which still had not lost their flush, and suppressed a laugh. “Did I disturb you? My apologies.”

Shen He looked cold and handsome. “No. You should study hard in class. Besides, your grades are so good; it would be a pity if they slipped.”

Chen Qingtang thought, “The little moral guardian has logged on.” He hummed in agreement, “Okay.”

The four roommates went to the cafeteria together. Shen He chose a seat in the corner, where it was quiet.

Chen Qingtang frowned as he looked at the radish in his bowl, using his chopsticks to push it aside. Then, a bowl was pushed toward him.

Chen Qingtang asked, “?”

Shen He replied, “Give it to me.”

Wei Yan and Luo Xin stared at him in unison.

A spark of interest ignited in Chen Qingtang’s eyes. “You like radishes?”

How did he not know that?

Shen He’s deep eyes were emotionless. “It is fine. But you do not like them, do you?”

Chen Qingtang’s social media diary was updated daily, including his mask diary and his picky eating diary. Shen He did not check it often, but he had happened to see it once and remembered that Chen Qingtang disliked radishes.

Wei Yan and Luo Xin’s expressions turned instantly bizarre.

Chen Qingtang raised an eyebrow and unceremoniously dumped all his radishes into Shen He’s bowl. Each piece he threw made him feel a little better.

Wei Yan said, “You two have a great relationship, do you not? Eating from the same bowl now.” He sounded deliberately sarcastic and snide. “Brother Shen, do you not have a germ phobia?”

Shen He ate the radish. “He had not touched them.”

Wei Yan and Luo Xin exchanged a look. Luo Xin lowered his head. “Let us eat.”

Halfway through the meal, Wei Yan suddenly cursed while holding his phone.

Shen He frowned. “Do not use bad language.”

Wei Yan giggled. “You guys are in luck. I just found a stash of films. Let us share them in the dorm group chat later—let us benefit everyone.”

Luo Xin asked softly, “What kind?”

Wei Yan looked proud. “All types. I guarantee you will be satisfied.”

Chen Qingtang suddenly asked, “Are there any ‘male-male’ ones?”

Clatter. Luo Xin’s chopsticks dropped onto the table.

Shen He did not look up, but his entire body became visibly rigid.

He suddenly remembered the question Chen Qingtang had asked him before: “You cannot accept the closeness of other homosexuals, yet you can accept mine.”

Shen He had not thought much of it at the time. But now, in a moment of clarity, he realized there was more to that statement than he had first understood.