Don't You Like Me Chapter Ch81 - [Extra: Wang Tiantian] Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

Chapter Ch81 - [Extra: w.a.n.g Tiantian] Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

Translator: reiyu; Editor: GlitteryPanda

The wind, carrying the scent of midsummer, blew in through the window screen and into the dorm room. w.a.n.g Zhuo had just taken a shower and his body was still damp, and as the wind pa.s.sed over him he felt very comfortable and refreshed. He stood in front of the window, enjoying the breeze, then felt that it was not enough and took off his s.h.i.+rt, slinging it over the back of his chair. Shoulders bare, he opened his arms to the wind.

He Hao, who was bent over gathering his toiletries for was.h.i.+ng up, straightened and immediately saw w.a.n.g Zhuo’s exquisite body in front of the window. w.a.n.g Zhuo was also stupidly waving to the dorm room in the opposite building, where someone was screaming loudly for some reason, and yelling back, “Third-year seniors, h.e.l.lo!”

He Hao pursed his lips, walked over, and calmly pulled the blinds shut.

The white curtains lifted in the wind, but still did not hide anything. w.a.n.g Zhuo, still oblivious, happily took off his pajama pants as he said to He Hao, “What a cool breeze. Aren’t you hot, wearing long pants on such a warm day? It’s a crime against humanity, isn’t it?”

He Hao’s gaze drifted from w.a.n.g Zhuo’s rail-thin body, devoid of an ounce of flesh, to his purple underpants. w.a.n.g Zhuo was pale by nature, and the bright colour made his skin look even paler.

w.a.n.g Zhuo had seven pairs of underpants. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. One colour for every day of the week… his life was very orderly.

He Hao glared harshly at w.a.n.g Zhuo. Then without warning, he stuck his hand out and lifted w.a.n.g Zhuo’s half-shed pajama pants back up!

w.a.n.g Zhuo was stunned. “… d.a.m.n it, you scared me to death.”

He Hao: “How did I scare you?”

w.a.n.g Zhuo patted his chest. “I thought you were going to do a monkey and steal peaches!”

He Hao: “……”

Was there still time to steal them now?

“Careful not to catch a cold, taking off all your clothes like that.” He Hao dragged the bare-shouldered w.a.n.g Zhuo away from the window and pushed him to the desk. “Do your homework. You still haven’t finished it for these two subjects.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo opened the exercise book, stretched lazily in front of his desk, then pillowed his head on He Hao’s shoulder. “The wind made me sleepy. I’m not in the mood to study.”

He Hao flipped open his own exercise book and thought, I’m the one who’s not in the d.a.m.n mood to study.

w.a.n.g Zhuo straightened up and did two practice questions, then leaned on He Hao again. His upper body stuck lazily to He Hao’s and he said, “Ritian, I want to eat ice cream.”

He Hao flinched slightly, so slightly it was nearly unnoticeable. “You’ve eaten so many sticks of ice cream already today. You started eating them the moment you got out of cla.s.s. Do you still care about your stomach or not?”

w.a.n.g Zhuo laughed out loud and said cutely, without any reservation at all, “Darling.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo’s features were quite fine, but he had a mischievous appearance. It was better when he was not smiling, but the moment he smiled he looked devilish, as if his entire stomach was full of mischief.

He Hao did not move nor speak, as if he wanted to hear more.

w.a.n.g Zhuo reached up and hooked an arm around He Hao’s neck, wickedly blowing a breath into his ear. So cute that it could kill, he whined, “Hao Hao, baby, sweetheart, go downstairs and buy three ice cream sticks for me. Strawberry or tiramisu flavour. I still have homework to do for two subjects, but you only have homework for one, so run this errand for me? Tonight I’ll give you a shoulder ma.s.sage.”

He Hao smiled and got up. “One stick. Any more and you’ll get a stomachache.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo: “Three sticks, darling.”

He Hao: “Two sticks, darling.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo blew him a kiss. “Three sticks, darling, all right?”

He Hao was silent for a moment. “… If you get a stomachache I’m not taking care of you.”

As he finished, he went downstairs and climbed the wall to buy ice cream for w.a.n.g Zhuo.

w.a.n.g Zhuo smiled with happy satisfaction and went back to his homework. He felt that he was very good at haggling! A smooth operator!

Five minutes later, He Hao came back and threw the three ice cream sticks to w.a.n.g Zhuo. Seeing that w.a.n.g Zhuo was currently writing attentively, he picked one up, opened the wrapper, and put it to w.a.n.g Zhuo’s mouth, touching w.a.n.g Zhuo’s lips with the coffee-coloured ice cream. w.a.n.g Zhuo had thin lips and a sharp mouth, making him seem cold and aloof. But the moment the ice cream touched his lips, they seemed to go as soft as flower petals…

w.a.n.g Zhuo opened his mouth, trying to eat the ice cream by his mouth, but He Hao s.n.a.t.c.hed it back as if he were possessed, and then touched w.a.n.g Zhuo’s lips with the ice cream again.

w.a.n.g Zhuo: “……”

He Hao: “……”

w.a.n.g Zhuo was amused. “Bored, are you?”

He Hao exhaled. “No.” He pushed the ice cream into w.a.n.g Zhuo’s hands, looked down, and did his own homework.

w.a.n.g Zhuo ate the ice cream a stick at a time with his left hand, while still happily writing his homework with his right.

Around ten, w.a.n.g Zhuo had finished his homework and He Hao was lying on his bunk reading a novel on his e-reader.

w.a.n.g Zhuo closed his exercise book and leaped enthusiastically onto He Hao’s bed, spread his legs, and jumped onto He Hao.

He Hao uncomfortably retreated. “What are you doing?”

w.a.n.g Zhuo showed his trademark c.o.c.ky smile. “Giving you a shoulder ma.s.sage, Your Majesty.”

“All right, go on.” He Hao hurriedly turned around and lay on his stomach, as if trying to hide something!

w.a.n.g Zhuo sat down on He Hao’s b.u.t.t and started fervently kneading He Hao’s shoulders. When he was done kneading, he started ma.s.saging He Hao’s back. After lightly hitting for a while, w.a.n.g Zhuo craned his neck to look at He Hao’s e-reader. “What book are you reading? Is it interesting?”

He Hao had not flipped the page in a while. He licked his lips and said, “Quite good. A horror book.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo was excited. “I like horror. What’s it about?”

He Hao: “A pen spirit.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo: “That’s no fun. There are already too many pen spirit stories.”

He Hao went back to the summary page for the novel and read the description ‘Gentle loyal top x silly earnest bottom’. His thoughts took a strange turn and he started promoting the book to w.a.n.g Zhuo. “But this one is very good and the pen spirit is just the hook. The rest of the book is about other types of ghosts.” Seeing that w.a.n.g Zhuo now looked interested, He Hao summarized the plot for him.

“It sounds interesting.” w.a.n.g Zhuo slapped He Hao’s back twice and said, “Done with the ma.s.sage… When you’re done with that book, lend it to me.”

He Hao answered immediately, “Sure.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo got off He Hao and scooched to one side, back against the wall as he messed with his phone. After a while, w.a.n.g Zhuo asked out of nowhere, “Hey, have you tried summoning a pen spirit before?”

He Hao had done it before, but now that w.a.n.g Zhuo was asking, he shook his head. “I haven’t. Do you want to try?”

His gaze casually swept over w.a.n.g Zhuo’s pale and slender hands. Whenever w.a.n.g Zhuo exerted strength with his hands, the bones would beautifully show through the back of his hand.

“Then let’s try it? I haven’t tried before.” w.a.n.g Zhuo’s eyes glittered like a child’s.

He Hao acquiesced. “Sure.”

He Hao took out a pen and a piece of paper and made preparations on the desk to summon the pen spirit. First, he wrote the words Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing on the paper, then wrote yes, no, male, female, the Arabic numerals and the Latin alphabet… he was clearly familiar with this!

w.a.n.g Zhuo asked earnestly, “Have you played this before?”

He Hao flinched. “No… I just read it in the novel.”

w.a.n.g Zhuo accepted this explanation.

When the paper was ready, both of them wrapped their hands around each other’s, holding the pen. Both looked excited, but they were excited about different things.

w.a.n.g Zhuo recited the spell to invite the pen spirit, but He Hao was not paying attention, wholeheartedly focusing on the sensation of his skin against w.a.n.g Zhuo’s. He Hao did not believe in spirits. He thought that when two people summoned the pen spirit, the pen would ‘move on its own’ because the two people had different levels of strength, and it was the stronger person who was subconsciously moving the pen…

As He Hao was thinking, the pen in their hands suddenly moved a little.