Wang Zhuo’s tone was harsh. “What are you laughing at?”

He Hao’s face was calm, his gaze gentle. He calmly replied, “I wasn’t laughing.”

As he spoke, he pointed at his mouth which was not smiling at all.

Wang Zhuo stopped being angry. He moved his face over and stared at He Hao’s face like a fierce young animal. After angrily assessing him for several seconds, Wang Zhuo pointed out, “Your eyes are laughing.”

This time, He Hao really laughed softly. He pushed Wang Zhuo away a little and whispered, “You say it like you’re flirting.”

Wang Zhuo turned his head away. “Pfeh! As if!”

“You only called me Papa twice,” He Hao explained gently. “Not like you haven’t called me anything else before.”

Wang Zhuo was not sure why, either. Perhaps he was just potty-mouthed, but whenever he was bored, he would start bothering He Hao, calling him baby or darling or sweetheart without any of the self-consciousness a heterosexual boy might have. And He Hao not only did not resist, but was also very accommodating of Wang Zhuo. Neither of them were sure when they started getting used to this ‘gay’ way of interacting.

Wang Zhuo still wore a stubborn expression. He Hao good-naturedly put his lips close to Wang Zhuo’s ear and whispered, “If you think you got taken advantage of, I’ll call you that, too.”

Wang Zhuo: “......”

He Hao put aside his dignity. “Papa.”

The father was younger than the son, make no mistake.

He Hao’s voice had broken, and held the gravity and seriousness of a grown man. His voice was a perfect baritone, and now it rang by Wang Zhuo’s ear making him flinch. Half his body went numb and his hair rose, not out of disgust but some positive yet ambiguous emotion.

He had always been the one playing pranks, and now he was the one yelling at someone else to stop. The world is really an unpredictable place!

“It’s all this brat’s fault.” Wang Zhuo reached around and slapped his back, completely unaware that the little ghost had already entered his body and was currently sleeping soundly around his duodenum!

He Hao reached out and touched Wang Zhuo’s forehead. After confirming that the fever had receded, he took out some medication – identical to that from this morning, minus the fever medicine – and fed it to Wang Zhuo. He said, “Take another dose of medicine for good measure. What will you do in the afternoon? Shall I ask for the day off too and come back to be with you?”

“I’ll go to afternoon classes,” Wang Zhuo said.

No matter how brave he was, he did not dare stay alone in the dorm room today anymore. But his fever had gone down and his stomach did not hurt any more, so he did not have to keep He Hao from going to class.

He Hao nodded and packed up the room which had been thrown into disarray by Baby Wang, then the two of them went to class.

Afternoon classes and evening self-study went by. Wang Zhuo seemed perfectly normal, and under He Hao’s encouragement, he even used evening self-study time to copy out He Hao’s notes from the four morning classes. No way could anyone tell that he had just been possessed, as if the scene from that afternoon was all only a joke.

Seeing Wang Zhuo behave normally for three classes in a row, He Hao relaxed a little.

“How is the copying going?” After the third afternoon period, He Hao carefully checked Wang Zhuo’s notes.

“Finished. Copied every word,” Wang Zhuo hurriedly said.

“Can’t just copy. You have to think about it, too.” He Hao started nagging like a mother. “Your handwriting is really...”

Wang Zhuo could tell the situation was not going his way and immediately dragged someone else in to take the blow in his place. “Lin Feiran’s handwriting is so much worse than mine, but Gu Kaifeng still goes against his conscience to praise him, he even kisses his exercise book. Tsk tsk tsk.”

He must be blind!

He Hao laughed quietly, following the flow of the conversation. He picked up Wang Zhuo’s notebook and kissed it. “Then I’ll kiss yours too.”

Wang Zhuo did not want to show weakness. He opened He Hao’s book and kissed it too.

Lin Feiran, who heard and saw all this happen: “......”

You two might as well kiss the real person and be done with it. Leave those innocent notebooks alone, all right?

After evening self-study ended, Wang Zhuo and He Hao went arm in arm like a couple to the convenience store and bought some snacks for studying tonight. For safety’s sake, He Hao bought another five bags of milk, too.

The convenience store closed at 9pm. If Wang Zhuo was possessed in the middle of the night and cried for milk, there would be nowhere to buy it.

A ghost that wanted to drink milk. Not terrifying at all...

Seeing the five bags of milk, Wang Zhuo said, “I’ll definitely be fine.”

He Hao said gravely, “Don’t jinx it.”

Wang Zhuo: “Really. Everything’s been normal all afternoon and all evening.”

He Hao showed an impeccable smile. “I’ll drink it, then.”

Wang Zhuo: “......”

The two returned to the dorm and did homework while eating snacks. About half an hour before lights out, they went to wash up. He Hao washed his socks in the water room, dawdling a little, and before he had finished, he heard crying from the dorm room.

Wang Zhuo shouted out loud, “Uwaah!”

Ordinarily, when Wang Zhuo spoke, he was not shrill at all. Perhaps it was due to the infant’s spirit possessing him, but when he started crying the sound was terrifyingly piercing. The other boys in the water room all looked in the direction of the sound. He Hao swiftly washed his hands with water and wiped his hands on his trousers as he ran to the dorm room. The moment he pushed open the door, Wang Zhuo was just the way he had been this afternoon, snot and tears running on his face as he lay on his stomach clutching the top bunk’s rail, looking down with a frightened expression like he was afraid of the height!

“Uuu...” Wang Zhuo stuck out his head and looked down, then shrank back like a little rabbit and gurgled, “Scared.”

He Hao felt a headache coming on. He took out the milk he had specially bought earlier and waved it at Wang Zhuo. “Baby, want a drink?”

Baby Wang glanced at the pouch of milk and shook his head in frustration, continuing to scream loudly. He seemed uninterested in the milk.

Thinking about it, it made sense. Wang Zhuo had not eaten anything at noon and had been very hungry in the afternoon, so when he went to the cafeteria that evening, he ate two and a half meals all by himself. Then he had eaten a lot of snacks just now. Of course he would be bloated now.

“You don’t want any?” He Hao locked the dorm room door from the inside, put down the milk, and climbed up to the top bunk.

Wang Zhuo had clearly been preparing to go to sleep. He wore only a pair of underpants. He Hao swallowed, then took Wang Zhuo into his arms, cajoling gently, “Scared of heights? You won’t fall down. No need to be scared.”

The moment Wang Zhuo touched He Hao he stopped crying. Face still streaked with tears, he wrapped one arm around He Hao’s neck and gurgled, “Papa, hug.”

He Hao took a deep breath to steady himself. He adjusted his position, then pulled Wang Zhuo who was not really cooperating into his lap. He Hao was also wearing only a pair of boxers, and the two of them together didn’t have much material covering them. Now, hugging each other in such a suggestive position, the soft feeling of skin on skin and the gentle touch of Wang Zhuo’s body made He Hao’s brain whirl; he was about to lose control.

Then Wang Zhuo’s hand slid downwards, playfully catching hold of a very obvious target, and then pinched hard with a cruelty only a child could have!

A child’s unhesitating pinch.

And the arm strength of a seventeen-year-old guy who played basketball...

He Hao could not hold back a terrible scream. “Ahh!!!”

Baby Wang found He Hao’s yells entertaining and started laughing out loud. “Ga ga ga!”