Going Against the Wind (Lan Lin)

Chapter 4

"Teacher, you're so petty..."

Xiao Xuan was always a well-behaved good student, and usually teachers were all unable to reject his "proper" requests—okay, if Ouyang were heterosexual, this request would truly not be a big deal, guiding someone this much younger than him, he could almost see the students as his half children...

He should just pretend he isn't a homosexual.

Ouyang steeled his heart, his scalp numb, trembling as he stretched out a hand.

The scalding feeling in his hand made the fine hairs on his back all stand up straight, suddenly not daring to think about anything. "You, you watch closely, it's like this..."

It was clearly to the point that even his voice was quavering, but he still pretended to be calm, yet also afraid he would have some reaction he shouldn't have, and scare Xiao Xuan. Ouyang had never known that being a teacher would actually be so difficult.

It was good that Xiao Xuan also closed his mouth, not continuing to ask questions that would make him faint. Ouyang was moving his hands, and in an instant he couldn't help but doubt what exactly he was doing.

But the room suddenly became too quiet, only the two people's breathing sounds; between them Xiao Xuan's breaths were obviously gradually becoming more rapid. Hearing this made Ouyang's back tingle once again, without time to think about anything else, just staring dead at the ground with great fear.

Clearly it was because of pleasure that the breaths became heavy, yet unexpectedly it didn't sound filthy at all; rather, it had that kind of burning passion that aroused one's desire.

Ouyang didn't know how, even his ears were red too. Good thing he kept his head lowered, and his distressed face could not be seen.

Unconsciously, Xiao Xuan also put his hand on his shoulder, like his whole person needed support, almost leaning his entire weight on his body. The two were already sitting close, and like this, they were practically hugging. Ouyang's hand was trembling, and continued caressing somewhat messily, his whole body taut.

Xiao Xuan's black eyes were so close, if his shapely lips came a little closer, then they would accidentally touch him. That kind of strongly diffused hormone made Ouyang's brain muddled, dazedly staring at Xiao Xuan.

"Xiwen, I'm back, hurry and get me a towel!"

The man's rough voice made Ouyang start suddenly, instantly jumping up, "Co-coming."

Xiao Xuan was caught off guard, nearly falling forwards.

His sleepwalking-like state broken in an instant, Ouyang was finally awake now, wiping his sweat, hurriedly pushing open the door and running out.

His friend was standing in the living room carrying his guitar, carrying a raincoat and other bits and pieces in his hands, nagging, "Why were you so slow, what were you doing in your room?"

"Ah, nothing, I was tutoring a student..."

As he was talking, he felt very grieved; being a homosexual must be like this.

A little boy who completely could not be a romantic partner, could unintentionally charm him into confusion and disorientation; if Zhong Li had not interrupted just in time, if he were exposed, he would only be laughed at.

Just now Xiao Xuan had already tidied up, walking out, his face completely calm, innocently greeting Zhong Li, "Hello."

"Who is this? Xiwen, is this the student you spoke of?"

"Yes, yes, my class."

"Wow, high schoolers now, are much more presentable than our times, so tall and handsome. Must be popular, huh?" Zhong Li continuously praised.