The Husband From the Original Pairing is Now Divorced - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Sharing a Pillow – “Teacher Sheng, your clothes smell so good.”

“You… go take a shower quickly. I’ve already prepared the clothes and towels for you.”

Seeing Zhou Zifei standing there motionless, Sheng Jia stuffed the stack of clothes from the sofa into Zhou Zifei’s arms and pushed him by the back into the bathroom.

“Turn it to the left for hot water. You don’t need to tidy up afterward; I’ll handle it later.”

Before Zhou Zifei could say a single word to him, the bathroom door was closed with a “thump” by Sheng Jia.

He felt helpless yet amused as he placed the clothes on the rack. Then, as if thinking of something, he lifted them one by one to check—until he saw a pair of pure black boxer briefs.

Zhou Zifei picked them up with an unreadable expression, noticing the size was slightly smaller than his own. So these were…

Suddenly, a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz came from outside the door—

“Also… they’re washed clean. I haven’t worn them yet, so just make do with them…”

Holding the soft garment in his palm, Zhou Zifei turned toward the blurred silhouette outside the door: “What did you say is clean?”

Sheng Jia repeated it in a small voice, but Zhou Zifei played deaf.

“What?”

“The underwear…”

“The wha—”

“The underwear!”

Sheng Jia’s face flushed a deep crimson as he shouted those words at the person in the bathroom in bashful annoyance.

“Underwear, huh? There’s nothing hard to say about that. Besides, since they’re clean—I actually thought I’d have to wear something Teacher Sheng had already worn.”

Zhou Zifei’s voice drifted through the door, muffled, with a hint of suppressed laughter in his tone.

Sheng Jia refused to speak to this man further. He turned and walked away, grumbling in his heart about how Zhou Zifei was becoming increasingly thick-skinned!

What Sheng Jia didn’t know was that inside the bathroom, Zhou Zifei was doing something even more shameless.

Unable to resist the temptation, Zhou Zifei lowered his head and buried his face into the fabric in his palm. There was a very faint scent of cherry blossoms. He quickly scanned the sink area and, sure enough, spotted a bottle of cherry blossom-scented lingerie detergent.

He immediately let out a muffled laugh.

He hadn’t expected Sheng Jia to use scented products for his undergarments; even his cleanliness was adorable.

But then, Zhou Zifei’s thoughts couldn’t help but wander. Sheng Jia’s skin and hair usually carried a light fragrance—if even his underwear was washed to be so fragrant, then wouldn’t he… also be fragrant all over?

The clothes in his hand suddenly felt hot—not just the clothes, Zhou Zifei felt his entire body heating up.

Stop thinking about it. Zhou Zifei set the clothes down. If he kept going, he wouldn’t be able to control the rush of blood downward after he finished his shower and put them on.

Sitting in the living room listening to the continuous sound of water from the bathroom, Sheng Jia leaned against the sofa, dazed. He wondered if Zhou Zifei would be able to fit into his pajamas. He was worried that sleeping in pajamas that were too small would be uncomfortable for Zhou Zifei, and even more worried about…

He slapped his burning cheeks hard, trying to stop his mind from wandering.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened. Zhou Zifei’s damp voice called out: “Teacher Sheng, I’m done. Go ahead and shower while it’s still warm inside.”

Sheng Jia looked over. Zhou Zifei’s red hair was wet and swept back, fully exposing his handsome features, making him look even more sharp and fierce. The dark green pajamas were indeed a bit small; Sheng Jia’s loose silk pajamas had been turned into a “slim-fit” style on him.

As Zhou Zifei approached, Sheng Jia felt a wave of heat hit him. The scent of camellia body wash seemed to be overpowered by Zhou Zifei’s own masculine aura.

“The hairdryer is in the cabinet behind the mirror. I… I’m going to wash now. You can just go straight to the bedroom later.”

Sheng Jia grabbed his own clothes and darted past Zhou Zifei, scurrying into the bathroom. He locked the door softly, and only after hearing the hairdryer start and stop, followed by the sound of Zhou Zifei’s footsteps fading away, did he let out a relaxed sigh and slowly begin to undress.

…

After Sheng Jia finished showering and tidied the bathroom, he didn’t rush back to the bedroom. Instead, he carried Zhou Zifei’s clothes to the living room and sat on the sofa.

He folded Zhou Zifei’s trousers neatly on his lap and set them aside, followed by the light-colored sweater. The sweater was soft to the touch and still carried a faint scent of Zhou Zifei’s cologne.

Sheng Jia shook the sweater out, held it by the shoulders, and looked at it from a distance. It was much larger than the size he usually wore. Of course it was—Zhou Zifei was much taller and broader than him, and his muscles were visibly stronger.

With a shallow sigh, Sheng Jia felt he shouldn’t have let his head get hot and agreed to let Zhou Zifei stay. After sitting for a while until his hands and feet started to feel cold, he took a deep breath and headed toward the bedroom.

It’s okay. It’s just for one night. Nothing will happen.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, gave himself a mental pep talk, and then gently pressed down and pushed the door open.

“I’ve put your pants and sweater in the living room—”

Sheng Jia stopped mid-sentence as he reached the doorway.

The bedroom was lit with a warm yellow glow. Zhou Zifei wasn’t in bed; instead, he was standing in front of the full-length mirror by the bed, shoulders slightly hunched.

What froze Sheng Jia in his tracks was Zhou Zifei’s action.

His right hand was lifting his collar to his nose, inhaling deeply. The veins on the back of his hand and forearm were bulging, clearly showing he was restraining something. The prominent bulge in his pajama pants exposed the hidden desire behind this gesture all too clearly.

…

Hearing the noise, Zhou Zifei turned his head toward Sheng Jia. His sharp eyes locked onto Sheng Jia’s face, staring so intensely that Sheng Jia’s skin crawled, and he didn’t dare move a muscle.

Just as Sheng Jia panicked, thinking Zhou Zifei would pounce and lose control at any second, Zhou Zifei simply let go of his collar, lowered his hand, and spoke in a hoarse voice—

“Teacher Sheng, your clothes smell so good.”

As the words fell, his dark eyes bore into Sheng Jia, his intense emotions almost becoming a physical force wrapping around him. He was like a beast hidden in the night—fangs bared, breath hot with excitement, but bound by invisible ropes, left with nothing but to scratch the earth restlessly with his claws.

The rain outside had lessened at some point, and the sound of it was faint. The room was almost silent as the two stared at each other wordlessly.

Sheng Jia felt the room suddenly become very hot. His face began to burn again, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He hurriedly averted his gaze, pretending he hadn’t seen anything, and climbed into bed ahead of Zhou Zifei.

“They don’t… it’s just the smell of ordinary laundry detergent…”

Sheng Jia pulled the quilt up to cover himself, regretting his decision to let Zhou Zifei stay for the hundredth time. He curled his legs up tightly. Before Zhou Zifei even got into bed, Sheng Jia had already scurried to the very edge, looking like a bashful new bride about to be ravished by her husband.

Seeing this, Zhou Zifei let out a silent laugh. He humored Sheng Jia and didn’t say anything more. He naturally lifted a corner of the quilt and sat on the opposite edge of the bed, maintaining a distance.

“Is Teacher Sheng going to sleep now?”

Sheng Jia had just lain down when he heard Zhou Zifei speak; it seemed he wanted to chat. He didn’t dare speak. Even though there was half a bed between them, Sheng Jia felt like Zhou Zifei’s body heat was reaching him. Even the familiar scent of his own quilt had been tainted by the other man’s presence, making it hard to get used to.

Zhou Zifei’s presence was too strong. Sheng Jia’s heart was racing simply because they were sharing a bed.

“Should I turn off the light then?”

Receiving no answer, Zhou Zifei spoke to himself and reached out a long arm to press the switch. The room was instantly plunged into darkness and silence, save for the faint pitter-patter of rain outside.

Sheng Jia’s heart beat even faster. He clutched his chest, his palms slick with sweat.

Stop beating, it’s too loud, Zhou Zifei will find out…

Sheng Jia kept chanting in his head, eyes closed, praying for the night to end quickly and for sleep to find him soon. However, his consciousness only grew sharper, until even the sound of Zhou Zifei’s light breathing was crystal clear.

…

Oh no, Sheng Jia! You’ve basically invited a wolf into your home!