Zhou Zeqi had thought Xi Shui would be introverted and not very good at expressing himself.
In reality, it was the complete opposite. Xi Shui was the most direct and frank person Zhou Zeqi had ever met, bar none.
Moreover, Xi Shui was very fond of kissing.
Xi Shui came out after brushing his teeth, wiped the water droplets off his hands, and stood in front of Zhou Zeqi, looking down at him. "I'm ready."
Zhou Zeqi was amused. "And then?"
"You can kiss me now," Xi Shui said.
Zhou Zeqi gently pulled Xi Shui closer. "You said five minutes ago that you were going to kiss me. Did you forget?"
"I didn't forget, but I don't know how," Xi Shui was clear about his own limitations. He felt happy kissing Zhou Zeqi, so it was fine if Zhou Zeqi did it.
"How about this," Xi Shui frowned slightly, "after we kiss, I'll dance for you. I'll do the Nutcracker."
"Alright."
Zhou Zeqi pulled him onto his lap.
Xi Shui was startled and immediately tried to struggle away, but Zhou Zeqi held him in place. Xi Shui was shocked, his expression management becoming terrible. He looked at Zhou Zeqi in panic, "Do you really have to do this?"
"......"
Not all dancers are frail. Ballet in particular demands high body proportions from dancers. Xi Shui was already very thin, his waist in Zhou Zeqi's hands was barely there, but it was firm. The muscle lines on his waist were very distinct under Zhou Zeqi's touch.
"What are you touching?" Xi Shui felt that Zhou Zeqi's body temperature was higher than his own, and it seemed to be getting even higher.
Zhou Zeqi leaned close to Xi Shui's ear, lowering his eyelids. From the side, Xi Shui's two collarbones looked like two small, timid mountain ranges. He whispered something.
Xi Shui suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of pride. "Of course, of course I have a good figure."
Only after he finished speaking did he notice Zhou Zeqi staring at him silently.
Their breathing inexplicably began to increase in temperature at this moment.
Xi Shui leaned in very proactively, licking Zhou Zeqi's lips.
Zhou Zeqi chuckled, biting Xi Shui's lip corner to make him open his mouth.
From tongue, to teeth, to under the tongue, even to the entrance of the throat, Zhou Zeqi explored every part thoroughly. Xi Shui was having trouble breathing, and what little air remained was rapidly diminishing. He pounded Zhou Zeqi's shoulder a few times.
Zhou Zeqi slowly pulled back, creating some distance, his forehead against Xi Shui's. The young man's eyes were dark as he stared intently at Xi Shui.
Xi Shui raised his hand to cover his chest. "I need to rest for a moment."
He breathed in small gasps with his mouth slightly open, truly resting.
"I'm rested now, let's continue," Xi Shui said, his voice slightly hoarse.
By the end of the kiss, two buttons on Xi Shui's shirt had come undone. He clutched at his collar as he stood up from Zhou Zeqi's lap. "O-okay... that's enough for today." Xi Shui had roughly calculated in his mind that this session was about ten minutes long, 60 calories, a great win for weight loss!
"I'm going to change clothes and dance for you." Xi Shui didn't dare meet Zhou Zeqi's gaze, feeling like his eyes looked as if they wanted to devour him.
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Xi Shui rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a Platter Tutu that his mother had custom-made for him when he participated in a competition in high school: the skirt extended outward from the waist, the waist was tightly cinched, the back was fastened with pearl buttons, there was a large bunch of white feathers on the left chest, and between the layers of tulle and fabric in the skirt, a hoop was inserted to form a flat shape, like a white disc.
This was a female dancer's skirt.
Xi Shui could dance in it too; he had performed in drag before.
With his delicate bone structure and refined features, with a bit of makeup, he didn't look out of place with the character image required in the ballet.
Zhou Zeqi stood silently at the bedroom door.
Xi Shui was bending over, standing on his toes, putting on his pointe shoes. Noticing Zhou Zeqi's arrival, he looked up with a shy smile, "I can dance anything."
The practice room wasn't very large, and time was limited.
Xi Shui found the music and pushed Zhou Zeqi to sit down in a chair. "Watch, but don't make any noise."
"And don't applaud either."
The Nutcracker is a complete ballet. Xi Shui chose a segment from one of the most classic scenes - the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. Even those who haven't seen it are familiar with the rhythm of this dance, with its glockenspiel sound reminiscent of a music box.
Listening to the prelude, Xi Shui stood next to Zhou Zeqi. His white skirt spread out, occasionally bumping against Zhou Zeqi's shoulder. Just as Zhou Zeqi was about to look up at him, Xi Shui leapt away.
He stood opposite Zhou Zeqi, who was his only audience, so he first gave a graceful and lively bow to his spectator.
Xi Shui's gaze moved away from Zhou Zeqi's face as he entered his role.
He raised both hands, softening his wrists, his fingertips pointing upwards in the air, his eyes bright, his expression animated and adorable.
Xi Shui had long, slender arms and straight legs, creating a beautiful sight when extended. Even though he didn't often wear pointe shoes, his axis was incredibly stable. His footwork was clean and crisp, each movement landing precisely on the beat of the dance music, both playful and elegant.
Zhou Zeqi didn't understand dance.
But he could feel Xi Shui's expression through his movements.
He also knew that Xi Shui loved to dance, loved ballet.
The entire segment was less than four minutes long, but Zhou Zeqi felt time fly by.
Xi Shui reminded Zhou Zeqi, "I'm taking my bow now."
He raised his hand, stepped back with his left leg, slightly bending his knee behind his right leg, and performed a beautiful curtsy.
"How was it?" Xi Shui rushed to Zhou Zeqi, eagerly asking.
He had taken each dance seriously. His forehead and temples were covered in sweat, and his animated expression made it seem as if he might fly away at any moment.
"Very beautiful," Zhou Zeqi's voice was a bit hoarse.
Xi Shui became even happier and promised, "If you like watching, I can dance for you often in the future."
"Alright," Zhou Zeqi smiled, "You said it yourself, remember that."
Xi Shui readily agreed, "Of course, I said it myself, I'll remember it."
"Then pinky promise with me." Xi Shui held out his little finger.
Zhou Zeqi looked at Xi Shui's hand, his expression complex. How childish.
"Okay." Zhou Zeqi reached out and hooked his little finger with Xi Shui's.
"I said I'll often dance for Zhou Zeqi to watch."
"Pinky promise, if I lie, I'll swallow a thousand needles." Xi Shui pressed his thumb on top of Zhou Zeqi's thumb.
"Mm, from now on, I'll be in the audience every time you dance." Zhou Zeqi rarely made promises to people. He then held Xi Shui's hand, "If I can't do it, I'll hang myself."
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Thursday.
Xi Shui noted down yesterday's achievement in his memo.
-- 5.26, kissed for ten minutes, burned 60 calories.
Super achievement!!!
When Xi Shui stepped on the scale before leaving in the morning, it showed 58.5kg.
Now he no longer needed to kiss Zhou Zeqi every day, nor did he need to kiss him intensely. He only needed to kiss Zhou Zeqi when he had eaten too much, or on days when he wanted to eat ice cream and fried chicken.
Xi Shui met Lin Xiaojin at the entrance of J Building. Their eyes met, and Lin Xiaojin ran all the way over. "Are you better?"
"Are you better too?"
Lin Xiaojin clutched his stomach, "No, I'm still having diarrhea. What about you?"
"I didn't have any."
Lin Xiaojin looked miserable, "I couldn't resist and ate an ice cream last night. I started having diarrhea in the middle of the night. I regret it so much. Why are you so lively?"
"Zhou Zeqi came back and cooked for me yesterday, I didn't eat any snacks," Xi Shui replied.
Lin Xiaojin felt that Xi Shui really seemed to like Zhou Zeqi. When he talked about Zhou Zeqi, his eyes were so damn bright! He looked so damn happy!
"Let me tell you something," Lin Xiaojin pulled Xi Shui towards the classroom, "The night Zhou Zeqi took you to the hospital, he left the team without permission. He's going to be disciplined. It seems like a warning, and they're going to post a notice on the bulletin board at the entrance of their college. He'll lose ten credit points and lose his eligibility for scholarships."
Xi Shui was stunned when he heard that Zhou Zeqi was going to be disciplined. "I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't know. He wouldn't tell you. I only found out because Meng Kewen told me." Lin Xiaojin pulled two large peaches out of his backpack, one for him and one for Xi Shui. "I've washed them."
Xi Shui took a bite. It was still fuzzy.
"Don't worry too much. This disciplinary action will be removed in the second half of the year. Their relationship with the coach is like ours. This time it's mainly because some leaders from the neighboring school saw it, otherwise their coach would have definitely turned a blind eye."
"If you really can't get over it, why don't you do something to make it up to him?"
Xi Shui thought this suggestion was feasible. He looked at Lin Xiaojin gratefully, "Everything you're saying today is so helpful."
Xi Shui's enthusiasm lasted less than ten seconds. "But I don't know how to make it up to him. Should I give him my scholarship money?"
Lin Xiaojin, biting into a peach, replied, "He might not even get a scholarship, so what are you worried about?"
"......"
An awkward silence fell over them.
Xi Shui glanced at Lin Xiaojin, looked away, then back at him again. He couldn't hold it in anymore, "Your grades aren't even as good as his."
"......"
Lin Xiaojin couldn't help himself either. He threw his head back and laughed like a chicken, cackling away. He leaned on the stair railing, "Xiao Xi, are you being protective of him?"
Xi Shui blushed. Lin Xiaojin was so annoying.
Despite being teased by his best friend, Xi Shui seriously considered Lin Xiaojin's suggestion.
Indeed, Zhou Zeqi was good to him, so he should be good to Zhou Zeqi too.
During after-class break, Xi Shui went online to ask for advice on choosing a gift for his partner.
[Just get him something he likes.]
[Guys are all the same. Electric razor, belt, shoes, or if all else fails, buy him some cigarettes. Get him a pack of Huazi.]
What's Huazi? No one in Xi Shui's family smoked, and Zhou Zeqi didn't seem to smoke either. His mouth always smelled sweet, with no trace of tobacco.
[People who come here to ask are all cheapskates. Pretending not to know. If you wanted to buy something, you'd have done it already.]
[OP, what's your budget?]
Xi Shui thought for a moment.
"Twenty thousand."
[Wow, no need for a gift, just give him the twenty thousand directly.]
[You can buy anything with twenty thousand.]
[Are you bluffing?]
Xi Shui replied very seriously: "No, this is my entire month's living expenses and pocket money."
The topic gradually went off track, with netizens asking Xi Shui if he needed more partners.
"No, I don't."
So they asked if Xi Shui would mind having multiple partners.
Xi Shui replied: I would mind, and my partner would mind too.
The conversation kept derailing, and Xi Shui realized he wouldn't get an answer here. He logged off and decided to ask Zhou Zeqi directly what he liked.
Zhou Zeqi was probably still sleeping at this time, having just finished a competition.
Xi Shui only received Zhou Zeqi's reply in the afternoon.
"I need a few pairs of underwear."
Xi Shui happened to be on his phone and curiously asked, "How come you're short on underwear?"
"Torn."
"Too small."
"Don't like them anymore."
Xi Shui only replied to "Too small." He sent a voice message, speaking slowly with a mix of surprise and confusion, "You... um... are you still growing?"