Wen Yang felt that he had been having a lot of issues recently.

Early in the morning, he silently opened his eyes, and the images from his dream still lingered in his mind.

The girl who took the initiative to sit on his waist, kissing and licking his body… as he recalled the dream, the blurry face gradually became clearer—it was Ning Chu.

Why was it Ning Chu again…

This wasn’t the first time.

Ning Chu often appeared in his dreams, doing indescribable things with him, but due to the lack of material, the dream always cut off at critical moments.

It made him somewhat regretful… no, it made him quite worried about his sexual orientation.

It was only five in the morning.

Wen Yang sat up and looked towards the opposite bed.

Ning Chu had rolled the quilt into a long strip, hugging it with both arms and legs as if it were a large pillow, like a koala.

Most of his body was exposed to the cold air from the air conditioner, his loose short sleeves pulled up, revealing a slender waist.

His shorts were pushed up by his round little butt, and his somewhat immature body curve made Wen Yang’s morning reaction even stronger.

“I really need to get a girlfriend…”

To actually have a reaction to a man… to have a man as his dream lover….

Wen Yang sighed lightly.

He suspected that it was because he was too restrained in the dormitory and hadn’t dealt with personal matters for too long, but he couldn’t deny that he did occasionally have some fantasies about Ning Chu.

Although Ning Chu looked a bit young, he wasn’t inferior to the girls who pursued him.

Though his chest was somewhat flat, it had a certain youthful charm.

This was too sinful!

What was he thinking about his own roommate!

After a night of good dreams, his pants were a bit sticky and wet, making him feel both guilty and uncomfortable.

He carefully climbed out of bed, afraid that the bed frame’s movement would wake Ning Chu.

He put on his slippers, grabbed clean underwear and shorts, and hurried to the bathroom.

“I can’t sleep anymore.”

After changing his pants, Wen Yang leaned on the balcony railing, lost in thought.

It was just past five in the morning, the sky was barely light, the distant moon still hanging high, and the air was refreshingly cool.

He was increasingly convinced that Ning Chu was a woman, but he could never find any decisive evidence.

That “chest muscle” was indeed conspicuous, but certain conditions could cause men to develop such soft chest muscles, especially if they were overweight.

Ning Chu’s figure did indeed look like a girl’s, but there were also boys with small frames.

His feminine appearance couldn’t be taken as proof; some people just looked effeminate.

Wen Yang was deep in thought when he suddenly heard some noise from inside the dormitory.

He looked up just in time to see Ning Chu, wearing slippers and looking anxious, rush to the balcony and then quickly step into the bathroom.

He was startled, realizing that he had left his changed pants in the bathroom.

The next moment, Ning Chu’s questioning voice came from inside: “Wen Yang! Why didn’t you take your underwear? Why leave it in the bathroom? It’s so in the way!”

“……”

If it were just a matter of leaving his clothes after a bath, Wen Yang wouldn’t have minded too much.

But the problem was, today, those pants had something else on them.

“What’s that weird smell!”

Damn it.

Why is Ning Chu’s sense of smell so sharp?

Wen Yang’s face turned red with embarrassment.

He stood on the balcony, at a loss, and instinctively tried to rush in, but found that Ning Chu had locked the door.

The sound of the doorknob turning startled Ning Chu.

Damn! Luckily, I always remember to lock the door!

What’s this guy so anxious about!

“Don’t worry! I’ll get them for you.”

“No…”

But afraid that Wen Yang might try to force his way in again, Ning Chu had already wrapped the pants around the underwear, opened the door slightly, and handed Wen Yang’s pants out with a look of disgust.

“……”

“What’s this sticky stuff? It’s gross…” He glanced at Wen Yang’s embarrassed expression, muttering in confusion, “What’s wrong with you?”

“……”

Ning Chu muttered as he closed the door again, suspiciously looking at his fingers, frowning.

He sniffed his fingers, and a familiar yet strange smell hit his nose.

It was probably what people called musk?