Chapter 43: Can I Pursue You?

**Chapter 43: Will You Let Me Chase You?**

Jian Ye’s hand was seared instantly—the hug was solid.

The man was the type who looked lean in clothes but ripped underneath. Right now, Jian Ye’s palm pressed against full, elastic muscles, toned from workouts.

With such a physique, he could put pro models to shame.

And that whisper of “wife” by his ear—disgustingly sweet. The deep, magnetic voice carried a dangerous charm, and Jian Ye’s traitorous body responded with tingles of excitement, filling the air with a sweet scent.

What was going on now? Had it already begun?

Was this… foreplay?

Jian Ye waited for the man before him to fully pin him down, mentally reviewing the kissing techniques from earlier in the day, ready to put them to use.

But the man only held him and said, “You can have those thoughts, but there’s no rush. We’ll take it slow.”

Jian Ye: “???” I was halfway out of my pants, and you drop this on me?

Who was the one who couldn’t wait and forced a kiss on him in the locker room earlier? Didn’t see you taking it slow then!

This was like being teased and blue-balled—how was that not enough to make anyone wanna scream?

Jian Ye stayed silent, and Yi Siyu assumed the boy was still shy.

He ruffled the younger man’s hair, then gave his neck a playful pinch.

“You’re only 18. Your 19th birthday is still a month away.”

Calling me a kid? I’m an adult, okay? I didn’t call you old, did I?

“At your age, you shouldn’t be bound by marriage. Our feelings aren’t that solid yet. I don’t want to carelessly do something like that with you before we truly understand each other.”

Ugh, spare me! Who wants to talk about feelings? Can’t I just be into your body?

“I lost control earlier. I should’ve taken it step by step, but…” Yi Siyu’s gaze softened, and suddenly, he spoke with utmost sincerity, “Ye Ye, I like you.”

Jian Ye’s heart skipped a beat. He looked up, meeting the other’s eyes, only to be scorched by the intensity of that smoldering gaze.

“I don’t want to hold back my feelings, but I know you’re unprepared. So… can I pursue you?”

Aahhh, why the heartfelt confession now? Can’t we just sleep together? Do we really need all this ceremony?

“You don’t have to answer right away. But starting now, I’ll act on my feelings. You can play hard to get and take your time.”

We’re already in the same bed—what good would ignoring you do? Two horny dudes are like dry wood and a blazing fire. Sooner or later, they’ll ignite.

Now, Jian Ye felt like the one suffering. The man’s words all sounded reasonable, considerate even, yet each one lured him deeper into the deep end of lust.

In short, it was about playing the long game—a slow burn. Jian Ye wasn’t even sure he could hold out.

Losing control of his body didn’t matter—sleeping with a god-tier hunk was a win. But if his heart fell, there’d be no going back.

Jian Ye took love seriously, which was why he was cautious, unwilling to give his heart away lightly.

After a long silence, he muttered under his breath, “Lemme think.”

Yi Siyu let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. The fact that the other was willing to consider it meant there was a chance. Not getting a flat-out “no” was the best outcome.

"I can't say much about emotional matters, but if you ever feel physically overwhelmed and need to release tension..." The boy gazed at Yi Siyu with dewy eyes, whispering timidly, "I can help you."

These words made Yi Siyu’s heart flutter—he simply couldn’t resist the boy looking at him with such a dewy, vulnerable gaze.

He could sense Jian Ye was trying hard to meet his needs, but the more he did so, the more Yi Siyu felt he shouldn’t take advantage. The boy was so sweet it hurt, and he didn’t want to use his gentle nature against him.

Yi Siyu hugged the boy tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to his smooth forehead. "Yeye, remember this—in the Yi family, you will always be here as my partner, not as a tool for me to release my desires."

Jian Ye’s heart trembled slightly, a peculiar warmth spreading through him.

"You’re very important to me," the man said earnestly.

That night, Jian Ye didn’t know when he fell asleep. All he knew was that he was wrapped in an embrace that made him feel completely safe, drifting into a dreamless slumber.

...

On Weibo, someone uploaded a recording of Yunjing Communication University’s cultural performance to a fan community, and multiple accounts clipped the third performance, turning it into short videos with subtitles.

On the Pomegranate app, some users separately posted unedited performance clips of the red-clad boy dancing. A sudden influx of traffic, seemingly from nowhere, sent the dance video viral.

By evening, when students and working folks were most active online, more and more people came across the video of the red-clad boy dancing.

"No way! Are all the guys at Yunjing Communication University this top-tier? Introduce one to me as a husband!"

"Sorry, sis, but you're too late—the one in the video is my wife. No offense!"

"My wife's sleeping right next to me, what are you all arguing about? He's getting shy!"

"What’s happening here? A bunch of single folks fantasizing about husbands and wives! Bet none of you even know his name!"

"Heh! I’m different—I found out right away. The guy’s name is Jian Ye, a freshman this year in the Dance Academy, majoring in classical dance performance."

"Wow, even his name sounds beautiful! When he dances, he moves like a willow branch in the wind, so graceful."

"I just asked my friend at Yunjing, and they said this hottie’s gay..."

"Damn! The guys in the comments woke up—my chance is here, hahaha!"

The online reception for Jian Ye was overwhelmingly positive, with ninety percent of people calling him their "beautiful wife." Especially after learning Jian Ye liked men, a swarm of gay fans couldn’t stop grinning, their comments getting wilder by the second.

Some even wanted to try to meet Jian Ye in person at Yunjing Communication University, secretly hoping to get his WeChat or take a photo together.

Overnight, Jian Ye’s name blew up. Though not to the exaggerated extent of celebrities, anyone who saw his dance video would remember him.

Many flocked to Yunjing Communication University’s official Weibo, leaving comments asking for photos of Jian Ye in class.

The staggering popularity got the attention of the university president and department heads.

Who would’ve thought a traditional cultural performance held by the school could draw so much attention to Yunjing Communication University?

Jian Ye’s dance performance turned out to be the best promotional material for this year’s admissions—no need for carefully crafted slogans. Just showcasing a standout figure like him was enough to attract waves of prospective students.

The president called the dean of the Dance Academy, instructing him to film more promotional clips of Jian Ye in class during this period.

It would be even better if they could persuade this student named Jian Ye to actively participate in promotional activities.

...

Jian Ye remained completely clueless about all this, sleeping peacefully.

But on this night, some people couldn't sleep.

In a boys' dormitory, a strikingly handsome but brooding guy was staring at the comments on his computer screen with a gloomy expression.

He was alone in the dorm, the lights off—the only light came from the glow of the computer screen.

Before long, footsteps echoed outside the dorm, accompanied by laughter growing closer. The sound of the door lock turning followed, and the door swung open.

The students standing outside let out surprised shouts—they were all roommates.

"Xiao Chun, you're here? I figured you were out since the lights were off."

"Why didn’t you turn on the lights? Are you going to bed already?"

The boy’s gloomy expression shifted instantly when his roommates returned. He shook his head with a smile. "Not yet, just surfing the web. I’ll sleep later."

"Oh, got it. I’ll shower first—it’s so hot today, I’m drenched in sweat," one of the roommates said.

"And the campus was packed today, full of visitors here for the Cultural Arts Festival. That festival really draws a crowd."

"Didn’t you hear? That freshman from our college’s classical dance program—his dance blew up online."

"Huh? Really? I ditched the show to see my girlfriend today. Was it that good?"

At this point, Xiao Chun, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "It was okay, I guess. For a school performance, it did the job. Casual viewers just want a show—any hot guy who can dance gets praised. It’s all just hype from netizens."

"You’re not wrong. People online are so shallow these days. It's all about looks nowadays."

One roommate disagreed. "But… I saw that dance live. The skills were next-level. If I were the lead dancer, I might not have pulled it off. That freshman, Jian Ye—his body control is insane."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and played a fan-cam video of Jian Ye’s dance for the others to see.

The other two were stunned. "Damn! Is his waist made of rubber?"

"Is that jump height humanly possible? And those spins—just watching gives me vertigo, but he’s so stable."

"Told you! The guy's unreal. Look at how clean his transitions are—"

"I’m going to sleep. Keep it down," Xiao Chun suddenly cut in, interrupting their discussion.

The three roommates sheepishly quieted down and went about their own business.

Xiao Chun lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time before finally pulling out his phone.

The dance college’s group chats were all blowing up about Jian Ye. The campus forums and message boards were flooded with his name.

It was eating at him.

Xiao Chun had taken a gap year to get into Yun Chuan University. His first attempt was for the classical dance program, but his physique wasn’t up to par to meet the artistic standards.

The second year, he changed tactics and applied for the choreography program in the dance college, focusing on dance composition. That year, the program wasn’t oversubscribed, and Xiao Chun luckily got in.

Once in university, he worked hard. Since his physique couldn’t compete with naturally gifted dancers, he had to put in extra effort—but sometimes, his hardest work still couldn’t measure up to others’ casual performances.

He shifted his focus, pouring his energy into choreography. Last year’s Cultural Arts Festival, the piece he choreographed won best performance. For a while, he was riding high—actively participating in clubs, getting his face out there, and earning a solid reputation.

It was during this time that he met Mo Huan, two years his senior, at a student council event—and fell for him at first sight.

Back then, he felt successful—a big fish in the small pond of campus, a perfect match for someone as well-known as Mo Huan.

Mo Huan had also been very kind to him, so Xiao Chun was convinced that the other person liked him too.

Therefore, when his confession was completely rejected by Mo Huan, he was stunned for quite a while and couldn’t accept this reality at all.

This was his first love. His confidence had been built upon the small success of his choreography, only to be shattered by this budding affection.

Today, he also went to the cultural performance, working backstage to assist his classmates with props.

By chance, he saw Mo Huan catching Jian Ye and speaking to him in the backstage hallway.

This was the first time Xiao Chun had seen such a look of infatuation on Mo Huan’s face—a look he knew all too well, just like the one he himself had worn when he first fell for Mo Huan.

"Author's Note"

Boss Yi: Liking you requires no reason. ~(￣3￣)~

Jian Ye: Still not giving in? Can't handle it?! (╬⊙皿⊙)

PS: Meet a real "green tea"—a cunning and manipulative type, the counterpart to the cute and innocent green tea puppy.