APCF – Chapter 102 Helping You

_{Oh He’s helping alright. Sligh H ahead, if not comfortable, you can skip this chapter.}

It wasn’t until he swiped the card and entered the room that Qi Xingchen realized something was off.

He pointed at Bo Ye, then at himself: “You… tonight… sleeping with me?”

The words, spoken in such a way, were full of ambiguity. Bo Ye corrected him, “Not sleeping with you, just borrowing your room. Don’t be afraid. The main thing is that my little fan drank alcohol, and I’m worried he won’t take care of himself properly.”

“Who’s afraid?” Qi Xingchen patted his chest, still a bit dazed. “Once the lights are off, I’ll protect you!”

Bo Ye wasn’t sure if his little fan’s brain had been eaten by zombies. Sighing, he went to the bathroom to run the water. After swirling his hand in it to check the temperature, he called Qi Xingchen over to take a bath.

Qi Xingchen obediently went in and stood beside the bathtub—but didn’t move.

Seeing him standing there so rigidly, Bo Ye was curious. “Can’t take off your clothes?”

“No.”

“Thinking about adding something to the bathwater?”

“No.”

“Then what do you need? Tell me,” Bo Ye stood up. “I’ll help you.”

Qi Xingchen shook his head. “I don’t need anything… I need to pee.”

Tonight, everyone had been drinking like crazy—red wine, then whiskey when that ran out, then beer when that was gone. It had all gone down smoothly at the club, but after the bumpy car ride back, Qi Xingchen’s bladder was reaching its limit.

Bo Ye didn’t think much of it and simply responded, “Mm, go ahead. Once you’re done, take a bath.”

“N-no, I can’t!” Qi Xingchen frowned. “You’re here—how can I pee?”

Bo Ye hadn’t expected his drunk little fan to still be so shy. Accepting his fate, he got up and walked to the door. Then, he suddenly remembered—the bathroom floor was tiled and could be slippery.

His little fan was already having trouble walking in a straight line—what if he slipped and fell?

So he stopped at the doorway. “I’ll just stand here. I won’t look at you.”

“No, y-you have to leave!”

Bo Ye sighed helplessly. “I’m afraid you’ll fall.”

“I won’t fall!”

Being underestimated was unacceptable—especially by his boyfriend. Puffing up with determination, Qi Xingchen stomped two steps forward to the toilet. “See? I made it!”

He turned to the toilet. “See? I can even take off my pants by myself!”

Saying that, he fumbled to unbutton his pants. Bo Ye was just about to remind him that he didn’t need to take off his pants completely to pee—

Then came a loud pop—the button snapped open.

In one swift motion, his little fan stripped off all his lower garments. Two long, slender legs and a pale, smooth backside were suddenly in Bo Ye’s direct line of sight.

Bo Ye: …

So much for being shy?

Not wanting to take advantage of the situation, Bo Ye immediately turned around. “Call me when you’re done.”

Qi Xingchen, however, was too focused on his business to hear him. After finishing, he noticed the area around him was empty, so he absentmindedly pulled off his shirt as well and slid straight into the bathtub.

The sound of water changed. Bo Ye quickly turned back—only to see his little fan already sinking into the warm bath, eyes half-closed, completely enjoying the moment.

Bo Ye sighed in both exasperation and amusement. Seeing that there was no immediate danger, he left to find him some clothes.

The wardrobe wasn’t far from the bathroom. Bo Ye pulled open the doors and was instantly overwhelmed by the sight of a closet full of various outfits. Which one does he want to wear?

“Cow!” Qi Xingchen shouted.

Bo Ye pulled out their matching cow-print pajamas. But after searching around, he couldn’t find any underwear or socks. So he asked again, “What about your underwear and socks?”

“Bottom Left of the Closet, in the Two Blue Storage Bags!”

Bo Ye followed his instructions and searched the bottom left corner of the closet. Sure enough, he found two storage bags. He grabbed one by its strap and gently pulled it out—

A rolled-up towel slipped out with it.

Some people hid expensive jewelry in their wardrobes. If this was something valuable, Bo Ye had to be careful. He instinctively reached out to catch it, but not only did he miss, he accidentally knocked the towel roll loose—

And its contents scattered all over the floor.

At his feet were several small boxes labeled with phrases like “0.02mm Ultra-Thin Ice Sensation,” “Raised Dots for Extra Heat,” and “Hyaluronic Acid Lubrication.”

There was also a round bottle marked “Lubricating Oil.”

Bo Ye recalled how his little fan had said he wanted to “serve him.” Now, he finally understood what kind of “service” he had meant. His expression turned complicated. Silently, he repacked everything and was just about to put the towel roll back in its place—

When a voice suddenly called out from the bathroom.

“Bo Ye?”

“I’m here.” Bo Ye immediately responded.

“Oh… You’re really here. I thought I was dreaming.”

“It’s real.” To reassure him, Bo Ye casually tossed the towel roll onto the bed and opened the bathroom door just a crack, slipping his arm through. “See my hand? I’m right here.”

After showing his presence, he was about to pull his hand back when suddenly—a small, warm hand grabbed his.

The owner of the hand murmured, “I caught you. You’re not allowed to run.”

Although Bo Ye had told his little fan before to speak up if he had any requests, a change in mindset wasn’t something that happened overnight. His little fan rarely asked for anything.

But now, in his drunken state, he finally made a request.

Of course, Bo Ye wouldn’t refuse. Leaning against the wall, he gently squeezed his hand in return. “Okay, I won’t run.”

Qi Xingchen was satisfied.

A drunk person’s intelligence was severely limited. He didn’t realize that clinging to Bo Ye’s arm for twenty whole minutes would make it go numb.

Bo Ye, guessing that the bathwater had cooled by now, finally pushed the door open and went in.

Because he had been holding Bo Ye’s hand, the little fan was sitting upright in the bathtub, staring blankly ahead, deep in thought.

Bo Ye touched his shoulder—it was cold. “You’ve just been sitting here the whole time?”

“No, I stood up to pee earlier!”

…Communicating with a drunk person was too exhausting. Bo Ye gave up. “You haven’t washed your hair yet, have you?”

“Mm,” Qi Xingchen replied. “I can’t. I don’t have hands.”

Bo Ye set the clothes down on the shelf and, while still maintaining the hand-holding position, used his free hand to turn on the showerhead, wetting his little fan’s hair before squeezing out two pumps of shampoo.

He had thought someone as strong-willed as his little fan would have stiff, coarse hair. But to his surprise, his hair was soft to the touch. As Bo Ye lathered up the shampoo, he suddenly grew curious—would his little fan’s ears be just as soft?

Since Qi Xingchen had cut his hair short for a student-like look, washing it was easy. Bo Ye, feeling it was clean enough, instructed, “Lean your head back.”

Qi Xingchen obediently tilted his head back—his eyes meeting Bo Ye’s directly.

For a moment, he was dazed. Then, he broke into a silly grin. “You look so good.”

Bo Ye couldn’t help but flick his little ear. “You look good too.”

“I look good… Then why did you wipe cake on me after helping me?”

Bo Ye hadn’t expected him to still be hung up on that incident. As he rinsed out the shampoo, he said, “Because you’re mine. Only I can bully you.”

“Why do you have to bully me?”

“You don’t like it? I’ll stop if you want.”

“No, I like it!” Qi Xingchen suddenly flipped over in the bathtub, splashing water everywhere. His tone was urgent. “No need to stop!”

Soaked from head to toe, Bo Ye suddenly gained a deep understanding of the struggles of hair salon workers—and of friends who had to bathe large dogs.

Fortunately, the soap was rinsed out. Bo Ye wiped his face with the back of his hand, grabbed a towel, and said, “Come on, get up.”

Qi Xingchen, too caught up in his thoughts, didn’t think much and jumped up immediately. “Did you hear what I said?”

In that moment, Bo Ye saw everything—whether he should have or not.

Taking a deep breath, he wrapped the towel around Qi Xingchen and replied, “I heard you. I’ll do as you say.”

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Qi Xingchen was extremely pleased. But as he stepped out of the tub, his sense of shame finally kicked in.

He suddenly insisted that Bo Ye close his eyes, refusing to let him watch as he got dressed.

Bo Ye humored him, closing his eyes. And so, Qi Xingchen managed to pull off the impressive feat of putting on his pajamas with one hand—while still clinging to Bo Ye like a conjoined twin as they walked to the bedroom.

But the moment they reached the bed, Qi Xingchen froze in place.

His eyes landed on the towel roll lying on the bed.

That thing… he had packed it himself, so of course he knew what was inside.

The most terrifying part was—the way it was rolled up now was completely different from his usual method.

That meant…

Bo Ye had already seen everything.

In an instant, the sweet, dreamy bubble burst.

Qi Xingchen sobered up halfway, his face filled with nothing but shock and embarrassment.

Bo Ye, standing beside him, easily noticed his reaction.

Internally, he scolded himself—How could he have forgotten something this important?

Is it something left behind by an upper-level guest? Bo Ye gave him an excuse, or maybe it’s provided by the hotel? Many hotels nowadays prepare contraceptives.

Qi Xingchen, however, didn’t catch on immediately. He stammered, “N-No, it’s mine. I remember telling you before…”

Bo Ye froze for a second, not knowing how to respond. He wanted to come up with another excuse, but since the little fan had already exposed himself, he was at a loss.

He turned the little fan’s shoulders and forcefully redirected his gaze away from the rolled-up towel. “Sorry, I wasn’t careful.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“Thank you for your thoughtfulness,” Bo Ye continued. “I’m really happy that you’re thinking about me.”

Damn brain suddenly kicking into gear, Qi Xingchen instantly realized the meaning of “thinking about me.” A vivid image of Bo Ye opening those things flashed in his mind, and his face instantly turned red—so red it looked like it was about to drip blood!

Unexpectedly, his reaction only made him more embarrassed. Bo Ye pulled him into his arms and pressed a kiss onto his smooth forehead. “Alright, don’t think about it anymore.”

Qi Xingchen pouted—how could he not think about it?!

His pitiful little expression was too endearing. Bo Ye gave him another quick peck on the lips. “Put it back later, and I’ll pretend I never saw it.”

That’s just self-deception! A moment ago, his face was just red, but now, his entire neck and even the small exposed part of his chest were flushed!

Bo Ye realized that no matter what he said, it was wrong. He had no other options, so he simply tilted his head, leaned in, and sealed his lips with a kiss.

Qi Xingchen’s vision went dark, and immediately after, an unfamiliar sensation touched his lips. Reflexively, he closed his eyes and parted his lips.

They had been apart for too long, and their already inexperienced kissing skills had noticeably regressed. Qi Xingchen wanted to recover quickly, so he tentatively licked Bo Ye’s lips with the tip of his tongue.

Having just showered, his lips were scorching, while Bo Ye’s lips were slightly cool, making him feel incredibly comfortable. He leaned in closer, rubbing against him with increasing intensity.

Initially, Bo Ye had only intended to distract the little fan from the towel roll, but this kind of initiative instantly ignited a spark. His eyes darkened, and his arms tightened around Qi Xingchen’s waist.

Qi Xingchen was pulled forward, instinctively wrapping his arms around Bo Ye’s neck.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

It had been too long since they last met. Though they had kissed in the KTV, they had been afraid of being seen, so they couldn’t truly indulge. But now, in the quiet of the night, with only the two of them in the room, they could finally be as reckless as they wanted.

Reckless enough to hear the wet, sticky sounds of their kisses.

The sound was too suggestive. Bo Ye’s body inevitably reacted. They were pressed so tightly together that Qi Xingchen naturally felt it, momentarily surprised.

His… compared to Bo Ye’s, the difference seemed a bit… big.

Then, gritting his teeth, he thought—since the stuff had already been discovered, he might as well go all in. With great difficulty, he muttered, “So, um… why don’t we just… use the stuff in the towel roll?”

He was a man, too. He completely understood how it felt when a man was turned on. He fully expected Bo Ye to agree.

But he heard Bo Ye say, “No rush.”

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” Qi Xingchen was puzzled. “I-I can do it.”

Bo Ye shook his head without answering.

To be honest, was he uncomfortable?

Yes.

Did he not want to take things further with the little fan?

Of course, he did.

But tonight, the little fan had been drinking and still wasn’t fully sober. Bo Ye wasn’t sure if his decision was made on impulse.

Simply put, the more he liked him, the more he cherished him. He wasn’t in a rush—he didn’t want to see the little fan wake up the next day with regret.

“I’ll be fine after cooling off for a bit,” Bo Ye reassured, pinching Qi Xingchen’s ear gently. “It’s okay.”

“I really can!” Qi Xingchen panicked. How could he bear to let Bo Ye hold back? He pushed Bo Ye, preparing to go get the stuff himself.

In his struggle, he accidentally rubbed against Bo Ye’s leg. Only then did Bo Ye realize—so the little fan wasn’t doing so well either.

“…Be good, don’t move,” Bo Ye said, pulling the hood of Qi Xingchen’s cow-print pajamas over his head. “Close your eyes. I’ll help you.”

At first, Qi Xingchen didn’t understand what “I’ll help you” meant.

A few seconds later, the shiver from his skin meeting the cold air told him—his pajama top had been lifted.

And not just that. The hand that lifted his pajama was still moving downwards, stopping at a particular spot. Qi Xingchen’s legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.

“N-No, don’t touch, it’s dirty!”

Bo Ye’s hands were meant for playing the piano and holding a microphone—how could they touch him there?

Bo Ye didn’t listen. Instead, he tightened his grip. “It’s not dirty. Every part of you is adorable.”

With the pajama hood covering his eyes, Qi Xingchen’s world was pitch black, amplifying all his senses. The moment Bo Ye squeezed, he couldn’t hold back a sound.

“Shh, keep it down,” Bo Ye whispered in his ear. “It’s too quiet outside—someone might hear.”