Sharing a Bathroom

Han Qingshan's eyes widened in shock as he realized that he had just kissed a man.

What made him even more petrified was that he had not disliked it. He had, in fact, reveled in the feeling of the kiss; it had been brief, but now he wanted to experience it again.

It had been as if someone had released an electric current in his body, and all his nerves had been electrocuted. The feeling of those soft lips on his was so enjoyable that he did not want to withdraw.

Even now, when his mind was sober, did he want to return to experience the feeling again.

But he understood that this was not normal. One does not simply kiss their friends; even if they are good friends, you do not kiss them.

The more Han Qingshan looked at Jiang Yingyue's parted lips, the hotter he felt. His body was not listening to him, and he was starting to have a reaction in the lower regions of his body.

With a final glance at Jiang Yingyue, he turned around rapidly and went straight for the bathroom where, after a short while, the cold water could be heard running.

The following morning, Jiang Yingyue woke up with a pain in her neck after sleeping on the couch, and her throat was hurting from not sleeping with a blanket.

She coughed slightly as she stood up and looked down on her crumpled clothes.

She quickly returned to the room to find a new set of clothes and headed to the bathroom to change her clothes and bandages. She had seen no signs of Han Qingshan, and it seemed that he had gone out again, so she did not bother to lock the door as she started to undress.

She had managed to completely wrap up her chest and wound by the time she took a shirt on, and suddenly she heard the door opening. She instantly panicked and pulled the shirt down to cover her chest, her heart beating like a frightened bunny, her eyes wide open, and glassy from the slight fever she had gotten after sleeping in a sitting room without heating on and without a blanket.

Han Qingshan had entered the bathroom out of habit only to see that slim waist once again, those slender hands and the long legs.

Jiang Yingyue was not wearing anything on her legs currently, and the shirt pooled over her hips and on the top of her legs, making her seem petite and weak.

Han Qingshan's eyes could not help but be drawn to the long slender legs that in no way resembled a man's, his mind once again drifting back to the soft touch he had felt the day before.

His heart started to beat erratically again, his eyes turned predatory, and it took all the energy within him to keep the beast in his heart from escaping. He desperately wanted to take Jiang Yingyue into his embrace, to touch those slender legs, and to kiss those plump red lips.

Han Qingshan felt uncomfortable. He could not deny his feelings, but he knew that he was not gay. He had never before had any interest whatsoever for the same sex, so why could he hardly control himself when it came to this friend of his?

This desire had also appeared rather suddenly. Although he had cared for Jiang Yingyue before, it was not before last night that he had the urge to touch her, had the urge to hold her. Wanting to hear her voice call out his name.

But now the feeling was there, it had taken root in his heart, it was impossible for him to get rid of it and he could only accept it. He wanted Jiang Yingyue, and he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone else in his entire life.

After giving a final glance at Jiang Yingyue, Han Qingshan smiled his usual sunny smile, but Jiang Yingyue could not help but feel that something was wrong.

"Sorry, sorry, I did not notice you were here," he excused himself as he moved towards the sink, taking a toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, completely ignoring Jiang Yingyue's presence.

Jiang Yingyue was rather uncomfortable, but she quickly picked up the pants, and while he was busy focusing on brushing his teeth, she jumped into the pants.

After putting on the pants, she also began brushing her teeth, unaware that Han Qingshan continued to glance at her.

As soon as Jiang Yingyue finished her morning cleaning routine she escaped from the bathroom Her cheeks were red, and she was flustered.

Han Qingshan had been wearing his pajamas, but the buttons on the top had been opened, and his honey-colored chiseled chest could be seen.

Jiang Yingyue had been able to hold it together while being in the bathroom without seeming too bothered, but now she was flustered and embarrassed.

Although she lived as a boy, she was not close to any boys, and she was, in fact, a woman. She was not familiar with the male body and seeing one so close had made her feel quite some pressure; even her knees had turned weak.

It was not making it any better that she had turned slightly sick throughout the night, that she had gotten a cold from sleeping without a blanket, so her face was flushed red from the cold, and the embarrassment.