Why Does First Love Feel This Sweet? - Chapter 33

Chapter 33

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Sheng Yi was the type of person who, once he set a goal, would burst forth with an immense passion for execution.

On the second day of the New Year holiday, he was filled with fighting spirit, and his mind held only one singular objective: he absolutely had to sleep with Rong Yu today.

To this end, Sheng Yi formulated a series of “seduction” plans. According to the information he gathered online, Pisces men actually have quite strong needs in that department and possess a wealth of imagination. To put it simply, they know how to play. However, it also depends heavily on their mood. When they are in a good mood, they become like fish swimming freely in the ocean, using the most romantic imagination to explore the most wonderful moments with their partner. But when they aren’t in the mood, no matter how proactive the partner is, they often won’t give them any “face.”

Sheng Yi had grasped the key: he had to make Rong Yu happy.

Full of determination, Sheng Yi put down his phone and walked out of the bedroom, finding Rong Yu in the living room. The morning sunlight was abundant. Near the floor-to-ceiling window facing the koi pond, Rong Yu was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and gray home trousers, propping up his chin while reading a book on the sofa. The dappled reflection of the water danced on the ceiling, scattering soft light onto Rong Yu’s low-hanging, thick eyelashes.

Sheng Yi watched him, mesmerized. After a moment, he crept behind the sofa and leaned down to wrap his arms around Rong Yu’s neck, whispering, “What are you reading?”

Rong Yu squeezed Sheng Yi’s fingers, his gaze never leaving the pages. “Rereading The World as Will and Representation.”

Sheng Yi: “…?” Just hearing the title made him want to collapse. How could anyone enjoy reading such a thing?

Determined to succeed in his goal, Sheng Yi forced a smile and leaned his chin on Rong Yu’s shoulder. “What’s it about?”

Rong Yu patiently explained Schopenhauer’s philosophy. Sheng Yi tried to listen intently for a minute, but his eyelids began to flutter, and then slowly, they dropped shut. Fifteen minutes later, when Rong Yu turned to him, Sheng Yi was sound asleep on his shoulder, looking as obedient as a puppy. Rong Yu smiled faintly in the warm sunlight and continued reading.

When Sheng Yi woke up later, he found himself tucked under a blanket. He eventually found Rong Yu in the bathroom giving Ares a bath. Seizing the opportunity, Sheng Yi “accidentally” sprayed Rong Yu with water, soaking his clothes and hair. The sight of the water droplets trickling down Rong Yu’s neck and collarbone made Sheng Yi’s heart race.

However, Rong Yu didn’t indulge in “daytime debauchery” just yet. He saw right through Sheng Yi’s little tricks and eventually ushered both Sheng Yi and Ares out of the bathroom so he could change.

Sheng Yi’s patience finally wore thin. They were a legally married couple, weren’t they? Twenty minutes later, when Rong Yu came out, Sheng Yi pinned him against the wall and demanded, “Hubby, let’s do it.”

The word “Hubby” startled Rong Yu. His eyes darkened. “Tonight.” “Can’t wait,” Sheng Yi insisted, kissing his neck.

Rong Yu finally gave in and pushed him into the bathroom. Just as things were reaching a fever pitch on the vanity—with Rong Yu finally “reassuming his role” as Teacher Xiao Yu—Sheng Yi’s phone rang incessantly. It was an emergency from the hospital: their mentor, Tu Xinlai, had suffered a heart attack and needed surgery.

The passion was immediately replaced by anxiety. They rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, the surgery was successful. During the recovery period, Sheng Yi learned about Tu Xinlai’s tragic past—the loss of a child and his deep-seated guilt, which had led to moderate depression.

Witnessing his mentor’s fragility, Sheng Yi made a difficult decision. On the snowy drive home, he turned to Rong Yu. “Xiao Yu, I have something to discuss with you. Can I leave for half a year? I want to accompany Teacher to Hokkaido for his recovery. I’ll come back when university starts.”

Rong Yu went silent, his fingers tightening on his ring.

“Tu Xinlai is very important to me,” Sheng Yi said softly, watching the snow melt in his palm. “But you are the most important person to me. Your will is always my priority. If you say no, I won’t go.”

Rong Yu didn’t answer for a long time. He drove off the main road and stopped the car in a dark, snowy clearing. Without a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed Sheng Yi with a desperate intensity.

The car became a sanctuary of heat amidst the blizzard. The scent of peach hand cream filled the air as they clung to each other. Rong Yu held Sheng Yi as if trying to hold onto an eagle that wanted to fly back to the sky. Finally, exhausted, he loosened his grip.

“Go,” Rong Yu whispered, closing his eyes. “You are free.”