My Roommate is a Gloomy, Sensitive Guy Who Cries Over Everything - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Even Starting to Feel It

After getting into the car, Lin Zhiyu looked out the window at the receding scenery—the reinforced concrete of the city and the greenery along the bridge, which remained lush even in winter. It was beautiful, but Zhiyu was in no mood to appreciate it; he was utterly preoccupied.

Even with his boyfriend, who had just confessed his love, sitting right beside him, Lin Zhiyu remained unresponsive, not even sparing him a glance.

Since it was broad daylight, the window only provided a blurry reflection of Lin Rangchuan’s handsome, refined profile; his eyelashes were barely visible. With a slight flutter in his heart, Lin Zhiyu exhaled a cloud of white mist onto the glass and traced patterns through it with his finger.

Touching his warm ears, Lin Zhiyu tucked his hands into his pockets and looked over with wide eyes. “Where are we going now?”

Lin Rangchuan’s gaze locked onto the opening and closing of Zhiyu’s lips—so red against his pale skin. His mind wandered as he asked, “Didn’t you say you wanted to go to my home here?”

“Right, right.” Lin Zhiyu reacted as if suddenly remembering. “You’re willing now?”

Lin Rangchuan closed his eyes, feeling he couldn’t keep looking at him like that. “I’ll listen to my wife.”

Lin Zhiyu glanced toward the driver and gave Rangchuan a light punch. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“If I listen to you, you won’t dislike me.” Lin Rangchuan couldn’t help himself; he reached out to stroke the skin on the back of his wife’s neck—smooth, delicate, and still bearing his bite marks.

The way he spoke made Lin Zhiyu sound unreasonable. While he might have been a little, he was more interested in understanding Rangchuan’s life here than focusing on his character flaws.

But those words were still annoying. Lin Zhiyu slapped the wandering hand away. “Lin Rangchuan! Since when have I ever disliked you!”

“In bed.”

“……”

Lin Zhiyu was speechless.

At first, Lin Zhiyu didn’t feel much and had no concept of the “home” Rangchuan spoke of. But as the car drove further, the surroundings became increasingly dark and gloomy. Despite being daytime, the tall branches on either side of the road met overhead, forming a natural canopy that completely blocked out the light.

An eerie atmosphere spread, making even the driver feel a sense of dread. Arriving at the neighborhood entrance, the driver asked, “Uh, you two can walk in from here?”

Lin Rangchuan said gloomily, “How can we walk? There are still several kilometers to go inside. It’s not like we aren’t paying you.”

The driver, trying to earn a bit extra during the New Year, gritted his teeth and drove in. The security guard at the gate gave a lazy glance and let the unfamiliar car in without even requiring registration.

The interior was misty and shrouded in greenery. Because of the holiday, the shops and supermarkets were closed, with signs saying they would reopen on the fifth day of the New Year. There was nothing strange about that, but the place still felt bizarre.

Following the navigation, the car arrived at the entrance of a three-story building. The driver didn’t even dare get out; he unloaded the luggage and sped away, terrified to stay a second longer.

The surroundings were deathly quiet. A cold fear crept up from the soles of Lin Zhiyu’s feet. He swallowed hard. “This is a villa area, but why are there so few people?”

“They’ve all gone back for the New Year.” Lin Rangchuan carried the backpack and took Lin Zhiyu’s hand as they went inside.

Looking at the building—a small, refined, and beautiful Western-style house—Lin Zhiyu was stunned. Even if it wasn’t in the city center, a villa in City A was still impressive. “You’re so rich.”

Lin Rangchuan smiled as a thought occurred to him. “When I bought it, it was a second-hand house. The price was pushed down heavily; it was a bargain.”

“No matter how cheap, it’s still a small villa.” Lin Zhiyu steeled himself and went inside. There was a damp chill from being uninhabited for a long time. Even turning on the lights didn’t dispel the feeling.

He unconsciously squeezed Lin Rangchuan’s palm. “This just proves your ability to make money is excellent. Your family just doesn’t recognize talent.”

Lin Rangchuan smiled but said nothing.

He led Zhiyu upstairs. The voice-activated night lights flickered on with every step, but a house without “human presence” still felt unsettling. Lin Zhiyu pressed tightly against Lin Rangchuan’s back. The banisters they passed were carved rosewood, and the floor tiles were granite—refined and expensive. The furniture had a primitive, heavy feel; it was costly, but also deathly cold.

After entering the bedroom, the feeling didn’t fade; it intensified. Suddenly, Lin Rangchuan asked:

“Wife, do you know what the transaction price was?”

Lin Zhiyu blinked. “One million?”

Lin Rangchuan shook his head. “Guess again.”

“Higher or lower?”

“Lower.”

Being that cheap made Lin Zhiyu’s eyes widen. “Eight hundred thousand?”

Lin Rangchuan said, “No.”

Lin Zhiyu stopped guessing. “Did you catch some dirt on the previous owner?”

Lin Rangchuan led him to the floor-to-ceiling window and tenderly touched his wife’s face. “The previous owner… Well, he’s dead.”

Lin Zhiyu’s pupils shrank instantly, his shock impossible to hide. Lin Rangchuan’s dark eyes reflected his wife’s face as he let out a faint, playful laugh, seeing how terrified Zhiyu was.

“A family of five died tragically here. The police solved the case; the murderer was the eldest son. After killing the whole family, he committed suicide. The house went to their uncle, who was desperate to sell, so I got it at a steal,” Lin Rangchuan said casually.

Lin Zhiyu realized: “This is a haunted house.”

Standing in the center of the window and looking out at the empty scenery, Lin Rangchuan said flatly, “Compared to a haunted house, isn’t living on the streets more pitiful?”

Lin Zhiyu couldn’t stop shaking; his legs were so weak he could barely stand. Lin Rangchuan practically carried him over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Because of what happened, the neighbors on both sides sold their places. The rest are still here. After I bought this house, I slowly replaced all the furniture, leaving only some valuable decorations.”

Lin Rangchuan leaned in to kiss him, the corners of his eyes red—an expression of sheer excitement and agitation. “After they kicked me out, I had nowhere to go. I rented this house. In all my years, it was the first time I’d seen a villa. Ghosts? I’m not afraid. After all, it was winter outside. What’s more terrifying than freezing to death?”

Lin Rangchuan paused, looking at Lin Zhiyu’s reddened eyes, and didn’t continue.

He thought that if his wife knew he had lived here alone at the time, he actually had been afraid—a fear born of the unknown. The next day, he had used the last of his money after paying rent to buy candles and paper money to offer incense to them. He didn’t mean anything by it; he just hoped they would let him stay, as if he were keeping them company.

Lin Rangchuan pulled his dazed, teary-eyed wife into his arms. After inhaling his scent for a moment, he let his lips travel slowly along the veins of Zhiyu’s neck. In this moment of bliss, he had finally found his home harbor.

His cheek was gently stroked. A single tear fell from Lin Zhiyu. “How did your life get so bitter?”

Lin Rangchuan kissed away the tear. “I kept thinking of you, longing for you, so it wasn’t bitter.”

This sentence hinted at something. Had they met long ago? Lin Zhiyu sniffled. “Then why didn’t you come find me?”

Lin Rangchuan’s expression turned dark and ruthless as he mocked his own former helplessness. “On what grounds could I find you? I had no money, no house, and an unhappy family. I didn’t deserve you.”

“You did not… don’t say things like that…” Lin Zhiyu complained internally about why he hadn’t spoken up sooner, but then a wave of anxiety hit him. “What if I had met someone else first?”

Lin Rangchuan said hypocritically, “I would have wished you well.”

Lin Zhiyu looked at him with wet eyes. “Say that one more time.”

“You’re so good; it’s not strange that many people like you. They are better than me, and more cheerful.”

Lin Zhiyu rolled his eyes. “Do you think I’m some kind of prize that every guy would like? Besides…” He paused and continued, “Even if I had met someone else first, my favorite would still be you. I wouldn’t even look at the others.”

Though clearly meant to comfort him, Rangchuan found the words incredibly sweet.

Lin Rangchuan’s breathing grew slightly ragged. The chaotic storm in his chest finally turned into rain. He bowed his neck and rested his head against Lin Zhiyu’s chest—flat and warm. Then, he gradually slid down to the softer stomach, becoming a rolling tide, nearly drowning in it.

“If only I had been born from you, how great that would be.” Lin Rangchuan closed his eyes and couldn’t help but lick his wife’s stomach, wishing he could crawl inside and never come out.

Lin Zhiyu stroked his head. “Actually, looking at it now, the environment here is quite nice—spacious and convenient. With just the two of us, living in our own world is pretty great.”

Then Lin Zhiyu realized what Rangchuan had said and muttered, “But I can’t give birth.”

A glint appeared in Lin Rangchuan’s eyes as he hugged Zhiyu’s waist. “Want to try?”

The rotting scent buried underground had been dug up, cleaned thoroughly, and was now being held gently and nurtured by both hands. The rain stopped, and the pain in his chest faded. His mind was full of thoughts of how to “devour” his wife completely; just the thought made him feel like he was soaking in syrup—sticky and sweet. It was as if a new life were already being nurtured in his wife’s belly.

Lin Zhiyu looked at him and was startled by the redness in his eyes.

In this haunted house? The challenge was truly massive.

Sensing the change in him, Lin Zhiyu’s face flushed. He slapped Rangchuan a few times. “You’re overthinking it. No matter how we try, I’m a man and can’t give birth. I’m going to shower.”

Lin Rangchuan gave a cold smirk; his wife was shy and chickening out again. So innocent. He loved it so much.

Lin Zhiyu suddenly jumped off the bed in a panic. “Can you be more normal? Don’t be ‘in the mood’ everywhere.” He was already scared, yet Rangchuan was doing this. At this rate, he’d be exhausted.

Lin Rangchuan stared at him. “How can I hold back? Do you want me to have no desire for you?”

Lin Zhiyu pretended not to hear and took new pajamas out of the backpack. He could finally take a proper shower. Halfway there, he turned back. “Want to shower together?”

Lin Rangchuan didn’t look at him. “Didn’t you say I should control myself?”

“That was for later. Now is now. Come over here; don’t make yourself sick holding it in.”

“Weren’t you afraid of ghosts?”

His weakness exposed, Lin Zhiyu’s eyelashes fluttered. Holding his clothes, he turned back. “I want my hubby to shower with me. Is that not allowed?”

Lin Rangchuan still didn’t move, his hands hanging loosely in a lazy manner. After a moment, he finally started moving. As he walked over, Lin Zhiyu saw that the tips of his ears were tinged with a thin layer of red.

Lin Zhiyu saw it clearly. “…”

Just moments ago, he was making bold claims about “doing it,” but now, just showering together made him turn that red…

It wasn’t even night yet, but the sky was as dark as if the sun had already set. It had been clear just a moment ago, but now it was overcast—a sign of rain.

They had showered together many times, but Lin Zhiyu had never done so while fully conscious. Usually, he was a mess and was cleaned up in a half-dreaming state. This time, it was clear he was just scared.

The bathroom in the master suite was large enough to easily accommodate two adults. Lin Zhiyu had just nervously set his clothes down when he turned to see Lin Rangchuan swiftly stripping off his shirt. The superior lines of his large muscle groups and the sense of power were overwhelming. With a red face, Lin Zhiyu’s arm was pulled, and he was circled in Rangchuan’s arms. Hot lips and tongues began to move incessantly as Rangchuan leaned in for a dense series of kisses.

Lin Zhiyu was breathless. He tried to turn his head for a break, but Lin Rangchuan followed the kiss, making it impossible to escape. The further Zhiyu retreated, the closer Rangchuan pressed, until there was nowhere to go but against the edge of the sink.

Lin Zhiyu was kissed into a daze. Leaning against Lin Rangchuan’s shoulder, he felt his clothes being unbuttoned one by one. Completely naked, he was held by the waist, stomach to stomach. His face was flushed, and he breathed heavily through his swollen, wet lips; the whole experience left him lightheaded.

Of course, Lin Rangchuan hadn’t even started “playing” yet. He stared at Lin Zhiyu in the mirror, admiring his fair, delicate back, which felt like silk. The front, however, bore the marks Rangchuan had left the night before—various shades of red. Front and back, there were two Lin Zhiyu’s, and both were his.

Lin Rangchuan pressed against the protruding bone of the tailbone, inwardly sighing that his wife was too thin; he needed to “eat” more. He leaned down and coaxed him to eat a bit more, gently stroking him with his hand.

Lin Zhiyu’s body shook, and his expression went blank for a moment, as if he’d been suddenly struck; he wasn’t used to this. He twisted his waist to try and get away, but to no avail.

“There’s so much.”

Lin Rangchuan spoke in his ear, his scorching breath fanning his earlobe as he coaxed him temptingly: “Wife, turn your head and look.”

Lin Zhiyu knew there was a mirror behind him. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Bastard, I’m not looking!”

“Just one look.” Lin Rangchuan held him tightly, the hand around his waist sliding over skin that felt like tender tofu.

Lin Zhiyu closed his eyes in shame, but as if possessed, he turned his neck. After seeing what was in the mirror, his fair skin turned a shade redder. “Pervert,” he murmured.

In the next second, he turned around. Dazed, Lin Zhiyu braced himself against the sink and stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror. Lin Rangchuan leaned down to kiss his shoulder and back, his pupils vibrating with the stimulus of “tasting” delicious food; he was so moved he almost cried.

“Wife…”

Lin Zhiyu felt his entire back was drenched in sweat. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in someone’s palm; he couldn’t breathe and was about to reach his limit.

“Wait a second!” he shouted to stop it.

Lin Rangchuan bit the soft flesh of his waist. “Wife?”

“You didn’t prepare anything, and just like this… huh?!” The corners of Lin Zhiyu’s eyes were red, and his face was full of heat—both from fear and shame. “This isn’t hygienic.”

Lin Rangchuan lowered his eyes, seemingly considering the feasibility. Feeling a chill on his back and sensing danger, Lin Zhiyu warned, “Anyway, it’s a no. Don’t even think about it… you must use protection.”

Fine, he couldn’t disobey his wife. Lin Rangchuan withdrew with regret, his mental excitement manifesting as he gave his wife’s buttocks a few playful swats.

The crisis wasn’t over. Lin Zhiyu was picked up, and before he could think, “hand activities” began. Lin Rangchuan couldn’t bear to let him use his mouth; he’d mentioned trying it before, but every time they got close, he’d pull Zhiyu up for a kiss instead. He couldn’t “finish” it all anyway; he felt the corners of his mouth would split.

Lin Zhiyu’s lips were swollen from the kissing. Looking into Rangchuan’s dark eyes, he asked, “Don’t you know you need to bring protection?”

Lin Rangchuan looked incredibly innocent. “I didn’t know.”

Lin Zhiyu was at a loss for words. Lin Rangchuan laughed. “My wife’s knowledge is indeed extensive. I’ve learned something.”

Lin Zhiyu: “…”

The shower was exhausting, but it also made Lin Zhiyu forget the terrors of the house. After blow-drying his hair, he lay tiredly under the covers.

The room didn’t have hot water, so Lin Rangchuan went downstairs to boil some. Lin Zhiyu sighed, watching the raindrops pitter-patter against the window. It was winter and even colder now. Fortunately, although this villa was a bit “haunted,” it was well-equipped and had a constant-temperature system.

Lin Rangchuan was downstairs for a long time. Lin Zhiyu looked toward the door with growing unease; the more he looked, the more panicked he became. He wanted to go out but didn’t quite dare. Gradually, he pulled the blanket over his head, making himself sweat, not even daring to breathe.

The blanket was tugged. Lin Zhiyu’s heart jumped, and he gripped his “lifeline” tightly.

“Wife, it’s me.”

Lin Zhiyu immediately let go. Lin Rangchuan dug out the drenched Zhiyu and smiled elegantly. “The shower was for nothing. Are you that scared? Do you want to stay in a hotel?”

Lin Zhiyu finally understood why Lin Rangchuan had been so adamant about not bringing him here. But he shook his head. “Being here is great. I want to feel the place where you lived. And as long as you’re here, I’m not afraid of anything.”

Lin Rangchuan leaned down and kissed his forehead. He brought up the kettle, as well as common medicine and protection he’d just bought from the convenience store.

Seeing them made Lin Zhiyu’s eyelids jump, and he suddenly felt a parched throat. Lin Rangchuan turned and poured him a glass of warm water. “Drink some.”

Lin Zhiyu didn’t reach for it, but drank a few sips from Rangchuan’s hand. Each sip was tiny, like a small animal drinking. Lin Rangchuan watched him with intense focus.

After finishing the large glass, Lin Zhiyu looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Are you going out again?”

“Mhm. There’s no food in the fridge.” Lin Rangchuan casually put on his watch.

Lin Zhiyu frowned in distress. “Can’t we go tomorrow? Or order takeout?”

“Takeout won’t deliver here.” Lin Rangchuan looked at him. “We haven’t had dinner yet. Isn’t my wife hungry?” He added with a smile, “Oh, has my wife been fed ‘full’ by me already?”

Lin Zhiyu: “…”

He blew out a breath in mock anger, blinking both boldly and guiltily. “I’m scared! Why do you always have to go out?”

Lin Rangchuan set his phone down, slid his arms under Zhiyu’s armpits, and suddenly picked him up forcefully. Lin Zhiyu’s limbs instinctively wrapped around him tightly.

“Wife, do you know what this is called? Being ‘bad but scared’ and still wanting to stay.” Lin Rangchuan sighed, seemingly at his wit’s end.

Feeling Lin Rangchuan’s body temperature, Lin Zhiyu felt an incredible sense of security. Especially after what happened in the bathroom, where his desire had been forced to a halt, the feeling was now returning—exceptionally turbulent.