Returning to Infancy with my Nemesis - Chapter 94

On the day the college entrance exam results were released, Tang Mian and Fu Shizhao squeezed together, nervously counting down in front of the same computer.

Even though they had already checked the answers and knew they had performed well, there was still some nervousness in this situation.

Tang Mian leaned against Fu Shizhao, holding a small cat in his arms, and suddenly asked, “What were you doing at this time in the previous life?”

“Staying alone in the room waiting for the results to come out. Once I checked and knew I could get into the school I wanted, I didn’t care anymore,” Fu Shizhao obediently replied, but he didn’t ask Tang Mian the same question.

He knew that at that time, Tang’s family had encountered significant problems, and Tang Mian must have been feeling heavy-hearted when checking the results. He didn’t want to stir up any unpleasant memories for Tang Mian.

Tang Mian scratched the chin of the cat in his arms and didn’t say anything more.

He didn’t want to reopen the scars of the past life.

Fortunately, this life had filled all the regrets.

During their senior year of high school, he and Fu Shizhao had agreed to attend the same university, which should be achievable barring any unexpected circumstances.

The previous university life was too tough and exhausting. This time, he wanted to be carefree, do what he liked, date, and enjoy life.

Checking the exam scores went smoothly, within the expected range.

After Tang Mian and Fu Shizhao completed their college preferences, they slipped away to go abroad.

It was summer in China, too hot, so they chose a country in the autumn season for a month-long vacation before returning.

Mu Zichen also got a role in a drama series and would often share the daily filming experiences in their group chat, along with sweet exchanges with Fu Jiacao, who was in a long-distance relationship with him.

“Do you think Mu Zichen will hide Fu Jiacao?” Tang Mian asked while holding Fu Shizhao’s hand as they walked along the streets of a foreign country. The evening breeze was particularly refreshing. Fu Shizhao squeezed his hand and replied, “At first, maybe. But not later.”

Tang Mian nodded.

He felt the same way.

At first, it was about protecting Fu Jiacao, but once both of them became strong enough, it wasn’t necessary anymore. “I’ll draw for a while when we get back. I want to record the scenery we saw today,” Tang Mian said.

Before going abroad, Tang Mian bought many postcard-sized watercolor papers and brought his watercolor set. Whenever he saw a beautiful scene, he would take the time to paint during breaks. After half a month abroad, he had already painted about ten postcards.

“Okay,” Fu Shizhao said, narrowing down his eyes. There was a hint of a different emotion flashing in his eyes, hidden behind his long lashes and the darkness of the night.

They continued to stroll outside for a while before returning to the hotel.

After taking a shower and wearing bathrobes, Tang Mian went straight to his backpack and took out the postcard-sized watercolor paper and paintbrushes. As he was about to open his phone’s photo album to start painting, Fu Shizhao suddenly leaned over and handed him a small note mysteriously.

Confused, Tang Mian took the note and opened it.

After reading the contents, Tang Mian looked at Fu Shizhao with a somewhat indescribable expression.

Fu Shizhao smiled innocently…or maybe…not so innocently.

The note read—

?IOU?

?Party B owes Party A a painting. The theme does not matter ?

?Party A: Fu Shizhao?

?Party B: Tang Mian?

It was something they agreed upon in elementary school.

Now, looking back, it was clear that Fu Shizhao had deliberately tricked him into signing it. “What do you want me to draw?” Tang Mian asked.

If this had been in the past, Tang Mian wouldn’t have thought much about it.

But now…considering Fu Shizhao’s occasional flirtatious behavior, Tang Mian felt that he probably wasn’t asking for something “simple.”

“Anything is fine,” these five words were quite clever.

Thinking back, Fu Shizhao had planned everything seamlessly, waiting for this day to come.

Who knew how many pits he had dug over the years…

Unexpectedly, Fu Shizhao didn’t directly answer Tang Mian’s question. Instead, he suddenly untied the belt of his bathrobe.

The already loose bathrobe suddenly spread open, following gravity.

Tang Mian subconsciously glanced in the direction of the window, confirming that the curtains were tightly closed before returning his gaze.

This person was completely shameless.

Fortunately, Tang Mian had already seen everything in the bathroom just now, even touched it. So, the impact wasn’t too great now.

Seeing this, Fu Shizhao raised his hand and pointed to himself, smiling innocently, “Can I choose the drawing paper? I’ll stand here.”

Although it was a question, he had already acted without permission and presented the “drawing paper.”  

Tang Mian’s heart beat slightly faster, and his ears turned red, but he still met his gaze and asked, “What do you want me to draw?”

Fu Shizhao took a step closer, “Anything you draw is fine.”

Tang Mian lowered his eyelashes, and his fingers reached for his backpack, “I’ll get crayons. Watercolors are not suitable for coloring on the body.”

Not suitable for coloring was one thing, but having watercolor paint mixed with water flowing down due to gravity was another. Fortunately, he still carried crayons with him. These crayons had good coverage on the skin and were easy to clean.

“Okay,” Fu Shizhao obediently stood still.

After getting the crayons, Tang Mian glanced at him again and couldn’t help but ask, “Can’t you…wear some pants?”

Although there were only the two of them here, Fu Shizhao walking around like this was still a bit strange. Fu Shizhao lowered his gaze, “Gege, sleeping naked is more comfortable.”

Although they were staying in a hotel, they were staying for a long time, so they specially bought a set of brand-new bedding. They put it on the first day they arrived here to ensure cleanliness and hygiene.

Tang Mian: “…”

Tang Mian couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. He opened the crayon box and pondered for a moment, then took out a lighter color and approached Fu Shizhao’s chest.

After all, he was here to “play” with Fu Shizhao. There was no need to draw anything too detailed. Tang Mian planned to sketch first, then refine with color blocks, which would be considered complete.

“It is slightly itchy; can you make it darker?” Fu Shizhao shrank.

Tang Mian knew that Fu Shizhao was afraid of itching. Hearing this, he joked, “If it’s too dark, it won’t look good. Just bear with it.”

Fu Shizhao wasn’t afraid of pain but was afraid of itching. When they were young, Tang Mian always liked to tickle him, and tease him.

At that time, Fu Shizhao could really act. Every time he was bullied, he would shed a few tears, giving Tang Mian a sense of satisfaction from successfully bullying him while also having to patiently comfort him.

Fu Shizhao tensed his body, “…I’ll bear with it.”

Tang Mian continued to sketch.

Sometimes, if he made a mistake, he would directly rub it off with his hand. After all, it was skin, not real paper. The adhesion of crayons wasn’t that strong, so the color would easily come off with a casual wipe.

After a while, Fu Shizhao suddenly spoke again, “Don’t touch there.”  [T/N : Probably the nips.]

Tang Mian looked up at him innocently, “I touched it accidentally.”

Although he said that, Tang Mian deliberately touched it several times in the next period of time, opening the switch and making Fu Shizhao stiffen up.

Suddenly, Fu Shizhao took Tang Mian’s relatively free left hand and covered it, his voice like a flame igniting, “You have to take responsibility for it.”

Tang Mian smirked and deliberately pulled his hand away, then picked up another crayon without any hesitation, “The drawing isn’t finished yet. Bear with it a little longer. The sketch is almost done.”

Fu Shizhao felt that Tang Mian’s body had just matured, and he had been holding back without daring to take the last step. Tang Mian didn’t mind. They would eventually reach that step; it was only a matter of time.

He finally couldn’t hold it back anymore…

Fu Shizhao leaned down and kissed the corner of Tang Mian’s lips, “It’s strawberry-flavored.”

“Oh…” Tang Mian’s eyes slightly curved, pretending to be thoughtful, “Okay, let’s give it a try.”