Bite Your Fingertips (BL) (Complete)

Chapter 37 - It Hurts

His voice was light and hoarse, drifting along with the cool evening autumn breeze and into his ears.

"Who was it who said earlier that it didn't hurt?"

"Me."

Lu Shi wasn't the least bit lacking in confidence. "Earlier was earlier, now is now. Chu Yu, it hurts now."

Lu Shi's indifferent expression when he'd pierced his finger with straw once again appeared before Chu Yu's eyes.

He compromised, pouted his lips, and softly blew towards the wound. "Does it still hurt?"

"Hurts."

Chu Yu struggled.

Finally, he leaned closer and lightly licked the wound a few times with the tip of his tongue.

When he stopped his movements and raised his eyes, his line of sight met with Lu Shi's undistinguishable emotions.

Inexplicably, Chu Yu stumbled as he spoke, "Lu Shi, are you s-still in pain?"

Withdrawing his hand and inserting it back into his pocket, Lu Shi's voice increased in huskiness by two points. "Mm, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Obviously, Lu Shi's fingertips had been bitten who knows how many times by now, but this time, it felt a bit strange.

However, the specifics of where and how it was strange couldn't be clearly explained.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yueshan and Li Hua were already mentally prepared to continue being blown by the cold air current.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lu Shi sat down in his seat, their School Flower turned around and handed a thermos cup over.

"Today's chicken soup, quickly drink!"

Lu Shi received the cup, unscrewed it, and seriously drank.

Zhang Yueshan and Li Hua looked at each other.

"This is... the cold winter's over?"

Li Hua looked profound. "Sure enough, men are fickle."

After the monthly examination, the autumn sports competition was soon approaching.

Dream-Ge stood on the podium and thumped the table with a 'dong dong' before saying in a loud voice, "Little brothers and sisters, can you take a look at me, no, take a look at the sports competition registration form in my hand? Look everyone, isn't the registration form particularly brilliant?"

No one paid attention to him.

Dream-Ge was used to this kind of treatment. He sighed, beginning to approach and ask, "Dear, are you interested in sports events? Want to understand? Explanation is free of charge!"

Fang Ziqi, who was asked, burst into laughter. "Damn, Dream-Ge, don't fucking talk in a pinched voice. You're this sturdy, it's nauseating when you talk like this! Hahahaha!"

Dream-Ge slapped the table, but his voice was still pinched very delicately. "So, dear, are you signing up? Want to listen to a free description of each event?"

Fang Ziqi couldn't stand it anymore. "Sign sign sign. I'm just begging you to not explain it to me, I don't want to listen, don't want to listen! What I want is one with running, even sprints. My explosive power is out of the question, so long-distance running is a little good."

"Okay."

Having pulled in an able-bodied man, Dream-Ge was very happy. More motivated, he continued pinching his voice and scurrying around the classroom.