My Roommate is a Gloomy, Sensitive Guy Who Cries Over Everything - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Then Slow Down!

Lin Zhiyu didn’t want to be discovered. Struggling, he scrambled off the bed and quietly, obediently put on his overcoat to cover his sensitive areas. He pulled Lin Rangchuan’s hand: “Let’s go, let’s go buy groceries. All the supermarkets nearby are closed, so we’ll have to drive. Is there a car here?”

Lin Rangchuan didn’t move, looking at him with a half-smile.

Feeling restless under that gaze, Lin Zhiyu stood on the bed. Being much taller than Lin Rangchuan from that vantage point gave him a boost of confidence: “What? Go change your clothes. I’m hungry.”

“Isn’t my wife afraid of being found out? Your pants are wet.” As he spoke, he reached out to touch them. It was just a small patch, and on black pants, it wasn’t very visible.

Lin Zhiyu rolled his eyes: “They aren’t wet…” Then, correcting himself, “They’ll be dry in a bit.”

Lin Rangchuan put on a jacket and leisurely picked his wife up from the bed, holding him like a doll. “My wife is quick-drying, I see.”

As they went downstairs, Lin Zhiyu’s body jolted with every step, but he was no longer in the mood for antics. He hung limply against Lin Rangchuan, his strength spent, and his rear had returned to feeling normal.

Outside, the rain had just stopped. The ground was a dark, damp expanse, twilight was closing in, and a cold wind howled.

At the entrance, Lin Rangchuan knelt to put on Lin Zhiyu’s shoes. When they stepped out, a car was already waiting. The driver was a designated driver called by Lou Chen; having completed his task, he departed on his folding bicycle.

Lin Rangchuan touched the vents to ensure warm air was flowing before thoughtfully buckling his wife’s seatbelt. “What do you want to eat tonight?”

“Can I order off the menu?” Lin Zhiyu arched an eyebrow. “I’ll have to see what’s at the supermarket first. If you ask me to imagine something out of thin air right now, I won’t be able to come up with anything for a while.”

“Fine.” Lin Rangchuan gripped the steering wheel effortlessly, glancing at the rearview mirror with a casual, cool air that held a different kind of handsomeness.

Lin Zhiyu watched him intently—the bridge of his nose, his well-defined jawline, and his sharp gaze. His face remained expressionless as usual, but Lin Zhiyu could sense that his mood was quite good today. It was a subtle improvement, barely noticeable.

On a whim, Lin Zhiyu breathed softly against his profile: “Hubby~”

The next second, Lin Zhiyu’s upper body jerked forward before being snapped back by the seatbelt, slamming hard against the backrest. He hissed, “Why did you hit the brakes?”

Lin Rangchuan let out a short laugh. His wife was truly something—clearly it was his own fault, yet he could still blame it on him.

There were no cars or people around, so Lin Rangchuan stayed parked right in the middle of the residential road. He spoke slowly: “Wife, that jolt just now… did it scare the water right out of you?”

What kind of talk was that? Lin Zhiyu glared at him: “What nonsense are you talking about!”

Lin Rangchuan leaned in, licked his earlobe, and whispered: “Then why were you being so flirtatious just now?”

Lin Zhiyu was speechless, caught between being unreasonable and feeling guilty. He pushed him away: “Just drive.”

As they passed the shops in the complex, they knew they were closed for the holidays. They also knew this villa district wasn’t empty, just sparsely populated, but it was still eerie. It looked like a horror movie set, like they had entered another dimension.

Lin Zhiyu fiddled with his fingers, murmuring to himself: “Not a single shop is open. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have to drive so far.”

Lin Rangchuan kept an eye on his wife out of the corner of his eye. He knew he was still scared and only acting tough in front of him, yet his wife had insisted on staying here.

“Because of the murder case, people think it’s unlucky. The wealthy lack for nothing except good Feng Shui and long lives,” Lin Rangchuan said with a hint of mockery. “Some are just afraid of vengeful ghosts and death.”

Lin Zhiyu asked: “Aren’t you afraid?”

“No.”

Lin Zhiyu stopped fidgeting and looked at him again: “Then if you were to leave me behind, would you still be afraid of death?”

Lin Rangchuan froze. The words escaped him instantly: “Yes.”

“That’s a good boy.” Lin Zhiyu patted his head.

Lin Rangchuan smiled again. His wife really knew how to coax him.

When they reached the mall, it was warm inside. Lin Zhiyu warmed up and pushed a shopping cart to browse.

The villa was empty and didn’t look like a regular residence. Lin Rangchuan likely only viewed it as a temporary stay, which lined up with his previous absurd talk about buying a house if Lin Zhiyu came to A-City to find him. Thinking back, it turned out to be true.

Though the house was large, Lin Zhiyu hoped Lin Rangchuan could live normally under the sun. That place was always gloomy and cold, not suitable for long-term living. But Lin Zhiyu couldn’t bring himself to say “Buy me a house.” Maybe after graduation, he could save some money and they could buy one together.

Wait, where he would work after graduation was also a question. Pushing the cart, Lin Zhiyu’s thoughts drifted further and further. Every future plan now included Lin Rangchuan; they were completely inseparable.

“Wife, over here.”

Lin Zhiyu stopped. A few nearby aunts and uncles looked over curiously. He felt a moment of awkwardness but quickly regained his composure.

This was bad—even he was starting to get used to this title. What would happen when the semester started?

“Do you want fish?”

“Anything is fine,” Lin Zhiyu said.

“How about black chicken soup? It’s nourishing and warm for the winter.” Lin Rangchuan actually had some skill in cooking.

In any case, he was better than Lin Zhiyu. Lin Zhiyu’s mouth watered: “Yes, yes, let’s have that.”

“Anything else?”

“That’s it.”

Lin Rangchuan gave him a knowing look: “My wife has a big appetite. How could you be full with just that?”

“…”

The rest were daily necessities—toothbrushes, towels, and such. Lin Rangchuan wasn’t picky and tended to reach for the expensive items, but Lin Zhiyu’s mind was occupied with buying a house. He was short on funds and needed to save some for Xue Rong’s emergencies.

He swapped the toothpaste and toothbrushes in the cart for another brand, displaying the calculating prowess of a head of the household. “These aren’t good. We don’t live here often, and there’s no need to take them back with us—they’ll just get moldy at home. This brand has better value for the money.”

Lin Rangchuan glanced at him but said nothing.

Nowadays, supermarkets have self-checkout machines, and while there were staff at the counters, there weren’t many. As they passed a shelf, Lin Rangchuan casually picked up a box.

Lin Zhiyu’s mouth twitched: “Didn’t you already buy some when you bought the medicine?”

With his usual cold, aloof face, Lin Rangchuan uttered two words: “Not enough.”

Lin Zhiyu: “…”

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine. He wasn’t going to be worked to death, was he?

Because of this, when it came time to pay, Lin Zhiyu intentionally hid his own phone and reached for Lin Rangchuan’s to pay. His fingerprints and passcodes had long been forcibly registered into Lin Rangchuan’s phone.

After leaving the supermarket with a large bag of groceries, they took the elevator down and stopped at the first floor.

Aren’t we going home?

Lin Zhiyu followed Lin Rangchuan in confusion into a store decorated like a fairy tale. It was filled with organized plushies and bags, and there were quite a few people. It looked like a designer brand—everything was expensive, with the lowest price starting at 199.

Lin Rangchuan picked out a small bear in a red dress and held it up against Lin Zhiyu: “Do you like it?”

Whether he liked it or not was one thing; Lin Zhiyu saw the price and was nearly scared to death.

“I don’t like it.”

Lin Rangchuan put it back: “What do you like?”

“I don’t like anything.” Lin Zhiyu tried to pull this spendthrift away. Even if they wanted to buy one, it would be much cheaper online. Mall prices like these were exorbitant.

Lin Rangchuan wouldn’t budge. No matter how he pulled, he stayed put.

With people coming and going, Lin Zhiyu felt embarrassed. He pinched Lin Rangchuan’s arm and hissed: “Are you coming or not?”

“Buy one. You’ll need it,” Lin Rangchuan said softly, stroking his face.

Lin Zhiyu froze, thinking of the rabbit plushie in his old room and the bear plushie at home. He took Lin Rangchuan’s hand and walked further in, picking through the options until he chose an elephant. “Elephants are very gentle animals. I like them.”

Unexpectedly, Lin Rangchuan’s face darkened: “Am I not gentle?”

“…”

Lin Zhiyu couldn’t put it down. With so many people around, he felt shy about doing much else, so he just cooed: “No, no, you’re the best.”

Lin Rangchuan let out a cold snort. Truly half-hearted. But since his wife was being half-hearted with him, he decided he should be satisfied.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the phone beeped with the payment. The clerk brought the receipt, performed a little dance, gave them a discount coupon for their next purchase, and saw them to the door. The service was quite thorough.

After all, it was a 699-yuan elephant plushie.

The rabbit plushie was something Lin Zhiyu had bought online for the first time when he turned sixteen and got his first card. It couldn’t be delivered to the village, so it went to the town. He had hidden it from Xue Rong and cycled there with Yu Hechang to pick it up. When Xue Rong saw it, she asked why he bought it—it was a waste of money, and if he wanted one, she could make one much prettier than what was online.

But Xue Rong only knew how to knit sweaters and scarves; plushies were difficult. So, she had clumsily searched for tutorial videos online and handmade a bear plushie for him.

Now, he had another “A-Bebe,” the most expensive of the three. Life felt perfectly complete at this moment.

Back at the villa, Lin Rangchuan put away the ingredients and donned an apron to prepare dinner in the semi-open kitchen. The living room was huge and felt cold, and the weather wasn’t suitable for sunning the plushie.

This “haunted house” felt icy and eerie everywhere. Even with the heater on, there was the occasional sensation of a cold draft brushing against one’s back. Lin Zhiyu didn’t dare go anywhere; he sat at the dining table, repeatedly wiping the plushie with wet wipes while listening to the sounds of Lin Rangchuan cooking.

Tonight’s meal was very homey. The pleasant surprise was that Lin Rangchuan had somehow also bought cream rolls. Every layer of the roll revealed the color of strawberries, and the scent of cream mixed with the icy-cool fruit was incredibly delicious.

Lin Zhiyu specifically saved one for a midnight snack.

He took another quick shower. When he came out, Lin Rangchuan was nowhere to be seen—probably downstairs doing something. Lin Zhiyu wasn’t as scared as when he first arrived; he climbed into bed clutching the elephant plushie.

A short while later, Lin Rangchuan brought up a constant-temperature kettle. After plugging it in, he also showered. When he emerged and saw Lin Zhiyu had fallen asleep holding the plushie, he leaned down to kiss his forehead and shut the door with his other hand.

In the room now devoid of light, only a sliver of cold moonlight filtered in, casting a glow on Lin Zhiyu that made him look like a little fairy.

“Lin Rangchuan…”

Lin Rangchuan paused and leaned closer: “Wrong name.”

Lin Zhiyu’s brow twitched. He opened his eyes groggily and lazily looped his arms around the other’s neck. From this angle, he could see the peach cream roll on the nightstand.

He was hungry. He hadn’t been hungry before, but now he had to eat.

Lin Rangchuan turned on a small bedside lamp and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him eat until cream smeared the corners of his mouth. Lin Zhiyu thought he might want a taste, and not wanting to be selfish, he tilted his chin: “Want some?”

Lin Rangchuan gave a stray smile: “Yes.”

As soon as the word left his lips, Lin Zhiyu’s vision went dark. Before he could swallow the peach fruit in his mouth, his lips and tongue were captured. His head was supported, and the cream roll in his hand lost its grip and fell to the floor.

The saliva and sweet cream were swept clean. Lin Zhiyu stroked the other’s cheek. The world was silent, save for the sound of their mutual swallowing, which seemed to amplify infinitely in his ears, creating a dreamlike environment.

Lin Rangchuan kissed him deeper the moment he was held, seemingly wanting to reach an incredible depth. He licked the cream clean, then moved his hand over the fabric of Lin Zhiyu’s clothes, eventually moving up to pin him in his palm.

There was no escape, and he couldn’t control himself.

Lin Rangchuan didn’t close his eyes while kissing; instead, he became more obsessed, showing a dreamlike pleasure. His movements, however, grew fiercer, like a predator tearing at a piece of meat.

Lin Zhiyu fell back onto the bed. The once-smooth sheets became wrinkled like blooming petals, with Lin Zhiyu lying in the center. His gaze moved past Lin Rangchuan’s shoulder, fixed on an empty point in space. His mind was blank and innocent—he looked entirely unaware of what was about to happen.

Holding the condom in his hand, Lin Rangchuan studied it. It was his first time using such a thing. He asked very seriously: “Is it necessary?”

Lin Zhiyu blushed: “Are you talking nonsense?”

“It seems like we have too few.”

“What?”

“I won’t ever have enough of you. I’ll want you constantly…” Lin Rangchuan murmured as he lowered his head. There was a lot of cream from the roll; he licked it bit by bit, soft and fragrant.

Lin Zhiyu was like a window opened in the northern winter, being battered by the howling wind, letting out soft, airy sounds. They were small and light, sounding more like the whimpering pleas of a small animal.

“Get up, get up—!”

Lin Rangchuan obeyed. He licked the remaining cream from the corner of his mouth and swallowed it all. Under Lin Zhiyu’s stunned gaze, he kissed him again.

In the struggle, Lin Zhiyu’s hand hit the bedside switch. With a click, the light died, leaving only darkness. His eyes couldn’t adjust; the pitch blackness was unsettling. Lin Zhiyu grabbed the elephant plushie’s trunk, gripping it tightly, refusing to let go.

His fear of this house stemmed from his imagination. Scenes from horror and detective movies he’d seen before came rushing back. Lin Zhiyu had never realized his memory was quite so good.

“Lin Rangchuan…”

Lin Zhiyu’s body was arched as he repeatedly called out: “Lin Rangchuan…”

His voice trembled, and his body followed suit. Lin Rangchuan sighed: “You’re shaking so much. I haven’t even done anything yet, baby.”

Lin Zhiyu dazed for a moment. The physiological tears at the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away. Almost subconsciously, he said: “Senior…”

The man above him stiffened for a moment. Then, the corner of his mouth curved up slightly. The clouds dispersed and the moonlight reappeared, creeping through the gaps in the curtains and casting the man’s shadow onto the white wall, like a dancing demon.

“Baby is so good, so good.”

Lin Zhiyu couldn’t handle this. He turned his face away, almost intentionally: “Next semester, I’m not choosing a PE class with you.”

Lin Rangchuan was patient with him and didn’t get angry. He smiled: “Then what do you want to choose? Hubby will go learn it and accompany you to class, okay?”

Lin Zhiyu’s eyelashes fluttered. He reached out to pull the other’s neck down, burying his face in his chest: “It’s cold up here. Kiss me.”

Lin Rangchuan brushed his tongue over him, frowning slightly. “My wife has no milk.”

Then he added: “Only after getting pregnant.”

Lin Rangchuan stroked Lin Zhiyu’s soft belly, as if he really wanted something to bulge out from inside. But Lin Zhiyu was certain that Lin Rangchuan wasn’t the type to like children; he simply wanted to see his belly swell.

A total pervert.

“There will be, there will be,” Lin Zhiyu said vaguely, holding him closely.

“I know. My wife is a fairy descended from heaven, granting me a small wish.”

Lin Rangchuan’s firm abdominal muscles were burning hot. A slight sting of pain swept through, their teeth and lips grinding together as if he wanted to devour him whole. He was like a worm, burrowing into his wife’s body, spreading to his limbs, trying to squirm and twist, yet to no avail.

With a dark, heavy gaze fixed on Lin Zhiyu who looked as though he were on the brink of death, the pitch-black eyes suddenly shed tears.

One drop. Two drops.

They fell hot onto Lin Zhiyu’s neck and slid onto the sheets, soaking a patch of fabric. They burned like a wildfire.

Before Lin Zhiyu could even react, he was thrown into a panic by Lin Rangchuan’s tears. He froze: “Why are you crying?”

Lin Rangchuan frowned as the tears fell. He leaned down to lick away the sweat and the tears stimulated from Lin Zhiyu’s face.

“…It hurts,” he said the next second. “But this is what my wife brings me. I like it so much, it feels so good.”

Lin Zhiyu felt as if his airway were being pinched. Suffocating, he opened his mouth to tell Lin Rangchuan to calm down, but in reality, he couldn’t utter a single word of what he thought he was saying.

“You’re mine,” Lin Rangchuan sighed, his eyes bloodshot, his gaze filled with the longing and piety of a dream realized.

Lin Zhiyu was stunned. Looking into those misty, tearful eyes, his eyelashes fluttered even faster.

After a moment of silence, the next second…

Lin Zhiyu felt a sudden dizziness. He pushed against him, his voice breaking: “Then… you… you slow down!”