My Romance With The Cold-Blooded Heartthrob - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Captain Wu! Wen Shu looked up at the person by the door in pleasant surprise. He stepped forward to greet him, then turned around to introduce him: “Everyone, meet our previous captain, Wu Yue.

Xia Yang added with a laugh, This is the guy I told you about—the one who had a girlfriend freshman year but was single by sophomore year. He’s also the only person in our debate team with any actual relationship experience.

Wu Yue quickly cut him off, How did we end up talking about my dating history? Still, it’s better than you bunch of little rookies.” He patted Wen Shu on the shoulder and teased, “You really look the part of a captain now.

Wen Shu scratched his head in embarrassment, Stop making fun of me, Captain Wu.

Pei Xian already had half his body out the door, but seeing this scene, he stiffly pivoted back. Watching Wen Shu’s reaction, his teeth itched with irritation.

“Alright, alright, everyone get back to your own business. No need to stay behind just for me.” Wu Yue waved them off. It was almost dinner time, and he didn’t want to keep the junior members lingering.

At his words, the team members said their goodbyes and filed out, leaving only Pei Xian, who remained tucked in the corner, unmoving.

Why did you dye your hair pink? Wu Yue looked at Wen Shu’s sticking-up cowlick. His hand twitched with the urge to touch it, and he finally reached out to pat it. It feels pretty nice, though.

The others were used to Wu Yue’s habit of head-patting. After every competition, he would go around patting them one by one like a mother hen checking on her chicks. Everyone joked that he must have been a watermelon vendor in a past life who got used to tapping melons, so in this life, he just loved patting heads. Because he was exceptionally tall, he could reach almost anyone’s head without even standing on his tiptoes; they had even nicknamed him Watermelon Dalang.

Pei Xian’s gaze was fixed intently on the so-called captain’s hand. He watched as the man reached out to ruffle Wen Shu’s pink hair, and Wen Shu just stood there, letting him do it without moving an inch—looking incredibly obedient! Pei Xian wished he had been born a year earlier; he definitely would have usurped this Wu Yue’s position.

Wen Shu shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. Lin Fei, fearing Wu Yue might hit the wound, interjected, Alright, Watermelon Dalang, don’t touch the injury on Wen Shu’s head.

Injury? Only then did Wu Yue notice the bump on Wen Shu’s forehead. Hiss, that looks pretty serious. You should go to the infirmary and get it checked out. I don’t have anything else to do anyway; I’ll go with you.

No need! Before Wen Shu could even react, Pei Xian spoke up first. He couldn’t let someone take Wen Shu away right under his nose. He stepped forward, placing himself between Wen Shu and the other man, skillfully blocking Wu Yue’s hand. his was partly my fault, so the senior should go attend to his own business.

Wu Yue raised an eyebrow, looking at this junior who spoke with such clear hostility. “Then you take Wen Shu.” He patted Pei Xian on the shoulder. “I’m leaving him to you!” He reflexively tried to pat Pei Xian’s head, only to realize he couldn’t quite reach easily. He discreetly withdrew his hand, coughed, and placed it back on Wen Shu’s head. “Go on.”

Huh? Wen Shu was left dazed as the arrangement was made. Pei Xian hadn’t expected the man to be so easy-going either. “Alright, I’ll take Captain Wen right now.” Despite his words, he stole a careful glance at Wen Shu. Seeing that the other wasn’t unwilling, he waited for Wen Shu to start walking before following closely behind.

So that’s the ‘troublemaker’ you guys were talking about, huh? Wu Yue watched their retreating backs.

Yeah, Lin Fei rubbed her temples. He’s a real headache. Even though Wen Shu says it has nothing to do with him, he still feels impossible to manage.

Don’t worry. Wu Yue tapped the table, looking at Pei Xian, who was maintaining a specific distance behind Wen Shu. No matter how hard someone is to manage, there’s always someone holding the other end of the rope.

Wu Yue added in a low voice, And looking at how clingy he is, maybe he can get Wen Shu to relax a little.

In the infirmary, the school doctor looked at the swelling on Wen Shu’s head. It’s nothing major, just a hard bump. I’ll give you some ointment to apply for a few days and you’ll be fine.

Pei Xian looked at the red bruise, which seemed even more swollen now. He asked anxiously, But it looks very red. Don’t we need an X-ray? He reached out, wanting to touch the wound, but hesitated for a long time before dropping his hand, his fingers clenching instinctively. Maybe we should get a scan just in case.

Wen Shu couldn’t even lift his head. He discreetly tugged at Pei Xian’s sleeve and whispered, It’s just a bit of redness, why would I need an X-ray? Stop it.

It’s just a minor bruise. The hospital would tell you the same thing. If you’re really worried, go to the bed over there, apply the medicine, and rest for a bit,” the doctor said.

Wen Shu sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs. He turned his face away and said awkwardly, “I’ll just apply it myself when I get back.” It wasn’t a big deal, and he didn’t want to apply medicine here. He had decided yesterday to keep his distance, yet here they were, entangled again. He looked up and shot Pei Xian a sharp glare.

Seeing the anger in Wen Shu’s eyes, Pei Xian subconsciously licked his lips. He pressed down on Wen Shu’s shoulders—not with much force, but enough to hold him in place—and dropped down to one knee. Transitioning from looking down to looking up, his voice carried a hint of apology, his tone trembling slightly at the end: “But I’ll worry.” He knew Wen Shu was “soft-hearted but not easily coerced”—this was the time for a soft approach.

Hearing this, Wen Shu looked down at him. The expression in Pei Xian’s eyes forced him to close his own. Fine, fine, I’m sitting here, aren’t I? Just put it on.

The contrast between the icy ointment and the scorching heat of Pei Xian’s hands made him shiver. Pei Xian’s hands were rough and very hot; he even struggled to control his strength. Sss! Lighter! Slower! Wen Shu couldn’t help but cry out. Are you applying medicine or trying to assassinate me? Because Pei Xian hadn’t controlled his pressure, the pain nearly brought tears to Wen Shu’s eyes.

Rebuked, Pei Xian kept his head down, muttering softly, I know, I’ll be gentler this time.

Forget it, I’ll just ask Xia Yang to do it, Wen Shu grumbled, struggling to stand up.

No. Pei Xian stood up, his hand pushing Wen Shu back onto the bed. He leaned forward, looming over Wen Shu so he couldn’t stand. “I’ll be gentler this time, I promise.” He didn’t want anyone else to see Wen Shu like that—the way he had just closed his eyes in total trust, as if Pei Xian could do anything to him.

I get it. Wen Shu shifted back a bit to create some space, relaxing slightly as the tense atmosphere dissipated. But suddenly, Pei Xian’s hand hooked around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Wh-wh-what are you doing!

Applying the medicine,” Pei Xian replied righteously. The smooth, jade-like feel of Wen Shu’s skin made him want to grip tighter, but remembering his own strength, he could only rub his hand against the skin almost ventingly. Wen Shu, unnerved by the sensation, opened his eyes and asked, Are your hands restless or something?

No. Isn’t this how you pet that fat cat? Although Pei Xian’s answer sounded calm, his erratic breathing betrayed his state of mind. Tears still clung to Wen Shu’s eyelashes. Do I need to praise you the way you praise that cat, Xiao Shu?

Wen Shu’s face flushed a deep red instantly. He gripped the bedsheets into folds. Wh-what are you talking about? Because he stuttered, his interrogation lacked any real sting. “It’s done, right? Can we go now?

Pei Xian wanted to linger in this atmosphere longer. Greedily, he used his hand to cover Wen Shu’s eyes. “Almost. Let me rub it in a bit more.” Wen Shu blinked nervously, his eyelashes fluttering against Pei Xian’s palm like a tiny brush. Pei Xian’s gaze drifted from Wen Shu’s delicate nose to his lips. Just then, Wen Shu nervously licked his lips; Pei Xian saw the tip of his tongue moistening the dry skin, making them look even more inviting. To avoid staring, he let his gaze slide down further to the protrusion of Wen Shu’s collarbone. He felt his throat tighten.

Done, he said, his voice terrifyingly raspy. He cleared his throat lightly.

Wen Shu? Pei Xian’s hand remained over his eyes, not moving an inch. Wen Shu asked nervously, What?

Can you stop avoiding me?” He couldn’t see Pei Xian’s expression, but he could feel the man’s slight trembling and smell the faint scent of tobacco on him. Can you? Please?

Wen Shu went stiff. He thought dejectedly: Was I that obvious today? Pei Xian could feel Wen Shu’s tension, which was why he kept his eyes covered—it made him feel more in control.

Wen Shu’s quiet voice drifted over: Why?

Why do you want to get close to me? I don’t understand. People always part ways in the end. Why not just avoid contact from the start? That way, it won’t hurt so much when it’s time to say goodbye. Wen Shu didn’t understand; he couldn’t handle the pain of separation, so he preferred being alone. At least that way, he wouldn’t get hurt.

I don’t know either. Pei Xian never thought that far ahead. He did what he wanted without considering the consequences. But Wen Shu’s silence made him feel like he had to find an answer. “Because I’m curious about you.

Curiosity had made him wonder since the first time they met—why was that summer afternoon so irritating? But the moment he saw Wen Shu, all that irritation vanished. He wanted an answer, so he acted. Everything after that felt natural. Though he still didn’t have a definitive answer, he didn’t care what it was. He only knew that if he didn’t get close to Wen Shu, he would regret it.

So you just need to be your usual self. You don’t need to go out of your way to hide from me. Pei Xian tempted him, “I can cook so many dishes you like, isn’t that good? Try a different way of living. Maybe you’ll find it’s not as painful as you imagine.

Let go of me first. Wen Shu needed to think, and the feeling of being pinned down made him uncomfortable.

Okay. But you can’t run away immediately. It’s a bit bright, so open your eyes slowly, Pei Xian emphasized with a hint of childishness.

Wen Shu snapped his eyes open. The sudden light made him blink uncomfortably, but a shadow quickly fell over his eyes—it was Pei Xian’s hand. He looked up. Pei Xian was blocking most of the light, with only a few rays leaking from behind him. Yet, to Wen Shu, the man seemed far more dazzling than the light itself.