Song Qiuyao yawned and stood up, preparing to go back to his own bed to sleep.

Qin Yan reached out and pulled him, motioning for him to sit at the edge of his bed. Qin Yan propped up a pillow, allowing him to lean against it.

Song Qiuyao: "????"

Qin Yan smiled as he looked at him. He got up and sat at the end of the bed, placing Song Qiuyao's little legs on his own lap, lifting up the hem of his pajama pants to reveal his fair little legs. Then, he reached out and gently massaged Song Qiuyao's legs with just the right amount of pressure.

Song Qiuyao: "............"

Qin Yan: "This is your first rehearsal, and you've been busy all day. Pressing it down can relieve muscle soreness."

"...Thank you."

Song Qiuyao lowered his head and cast his eyes downward, unable to meet Qin Yan's gaze. His ears turned slightly red.

For a moment, Song Qiuyao wondered if Qin Yan might also have feelings for him. But quickly, he dismissed this "absurd" thought from his mind.

How many gays could there be in the entire school? Less than one percent of the population, and yet, what are the odds that both roommates in a double dormitory would be gay? And it's even more incredible that they both happen to like each other and engage in a secret homoerotic relationship together.

The fujoshi in the Danmei section of the Tofu App can't write as well as this, okay!

Qin Yan lightly rubbed his calloused fingertips, rhythmically pressing and kneading the muscles on Song Qiuyao's calf. She felt a strange, indescribable and ticklish yet pleasantly tingling sensation. Qin Yan's fingers slowly moved downward, transitioning from rubbing and kneading the calf muscles to massaging the soles of her feet.

Song Qiuyao widened his eyes in surprise and quickly drew back his foot.

"Uncomfortable?" Qin Yan asked.

It feels so incredibly comfortable and pleasurable, as if it's too satisfying to handle!

"No, it's quite comfortable... it's just that I feel guilty for causing you trouble," Song Qiuyao replied truthfully.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed? When you were touching my chest muscles and abdominal muscles just now, I didn't see you feeling shy." Qin Yan raised an eyebrow.

"... Where there's smoke, there's fire..." You bring up the very thing I didn't want to mention...

"There's nothing to feel guilty about. We still have to continue rehearsing tomorrow. If your feet are uncomfortable due to excessive exercise today, it will only hinder our progress tomorrow. Besides, I volunteered to serve you. I wouldn't be willing to do this for just anyone. So relax and enjoy it." Qin Yan said as he pulled back Song Qiuyao's leg.

"...When it comes to the legendary male god, Song Qiuyao no longer struggled awkwardly. He didn't actually want to refuse the "intimate contact" with the male god."

So Song Qiuyao's mind was filled with a wicked delight as she enjoyed the special treatment from the male god that ordinary people could not experience.

Looking at the flushed face of Song Qiuyao, who was shy yet secretly delighted, Qin Yan felt incredibly satisfied. Today, he had become even closer with his adorable little sweetheart. The long journey of pursuing his wife no longer seemed distant and elusive. How fantastic!

Soon, under the personal service of the male god, Song Qiuyao, both her body and mind were thrilled and content, and her eyes began to drift with drowsiness.

Qin Yan: "If you're tired, just go to bed directly. After all, the lower bunk is wider than the upper bunk, so it won't be a problem if we squeeze a bit."

At this moment, Song Qiuyao, who was extremely tired, couldn't control his brain anymore. He didn't have time to ponder the meaning behind Qin Yan's words. Controlled by his body's instinct, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

As Qin Yan watched Song Qiuyao, who had fallen into a deep sleep, he adjusted his own sleeping position and shook out his blanket to cover him.

He got up and turned off the lights, then returned to the bed and uncovered the blanket, lying down next to Song Qiuyao.

In the darkness, the cold moonlight outside the window shone through the glass door of the balcony, casting its rays into the room. Song Qiuyao's raven-black hair fell down upon his exquisite face, enveloping it in a faint glow under the shimmering moonlight.

Song Qiuyao's thick and slightly upturned eyelashes would occasionally tremble lightly in his sleep, forming an enticing curve.

Qin Yan looked at the person before him, who was so beautiful that it almost took his breath away. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned over and kissed the soft lips, delicately using his own tongue to gently lick and suck, intoxicated by the muffled moans of Song Qiuyao when his breath became uneven.

After a long while, Qin Yan reluctantly released Song Qiuyao, gently caressing and playing with his soft hair for a while. Then he opened his arms and embraced the sleeping person into his chest.