A Night of Confessions and Viral Fame

Jian Ye’s hand was instantly ‘burned’ by the embrace, which was surprisingly firm. The man was the type who looked lean in clothes but muscular without them. Beneath Jian Ye’s palm, the muscles felt full and elastic, toned with the ruggedness of a fitness enthusiast. With such a physique, he could easily outshine professional models. And that whispered “Wifey” in his ear was utterly captivating. The deep, magnetic voice held a fatal allure, and Jian Ye’s body, much to his chagrin, betrayed its pleasure, instantly becoming fragrant.

‘What was happening now? Had it already begun?’
‘Was this… foreplay?’

Jian Ye waited for the man before him to completely pin him down, mentally reviewing the kissing techniques from earlier in the day, ready to apply them. Yet, the man merely held him, saying, “You can have those thoughts, but there’s no rush. We’ll take our time.”

Jian Ye’s mind reeled. ‘My pants are practically off, and you’re telling me this?’ ‘Who was it that was so impatient earlier, practically forcing a kiss on me in the changing room? You weren’t exactly ‘taking your time’ then!’ This was like being one shot away from a hole-in-one, only for the ball to fly away. How could he not be furious at such a turn of events!

Jian Ye remained silent, leading Yi Siyu to believe the young man was still shy. He gently stroked the younger boy’s hair, ending with a tender squeeze on the nape of his neck. “You’re only 18. Your 19th birthday isn’t for another month.”

‘What’s wrong with 18! I’m an adult, okay? Are you calling me young? I haven’t even called you old!’

“At your age, you shouldn’t be bound by marriage, and our feelings for each other aren’t that solid yet. I don’t want to casually do such things with you before we’ve truly understood each other.”

‘Pfft, I don’t want to talk about feelings with you! Is it so wrong to just covet your body?’

“I was impulsive earlier today. We should have progressed slowly, but…” Yi Siyu’s gaze was filled with deep affection as he suddenly spoke with utmost seriousness. “Yeye, I like you.”

Jian Ye’s heart skipped a beat. He looked back at the other man, but was seared by the intensity of his gaze, which threatened to melt everything.

“I don’t want to restrain my feelings, and I know you’re unprepared, so…?”

‘Ahhh, why are you suddenly getting so serious and confessing now! Can’t we just sleep together? Does it have to be so ceremonial?’

“You don’t have to reply immediately, but I will begin to act on my feelings from now on. You can choose to ignore me and adapt at your own pace.”

They were already sharing a bed; would ignoring him really help? Two passionate individuals, like dry tinder and a raging fire placed together, would eventually ignite. In essence, it was a slow burn, a frog being boiled in warm water. Jian Ye began to doubt if he could truly hold out.

Losing control of his body was inconsequential; sleeping with a peerlessly handsome top was a gain. But if his heart surrendered, it would be difficult to ever take it back. Jian Ye valued true emotions greatly, and precisely because of this, he was very reserved, unwilling to easily give his heart.

He remained silent for a long while, then, like a buzzing mosquito, he whispered, “I’ll think about it.”

Yi Siyu let out a sigh of relief. The fact that the other party was willing to consider it indicated a probability of success. Not being outright rejected was the best possible outcome.

“I can’t say much about feelings, but if one day your body can’t resist, and you need an outlet…” The young man stared at Yi Siyu with moist eyes, meekly adding, “I can help you.”

These words melted Yi Siyu’s heart. He simply couldn’t resist the younger boy looking at him with such dewy eyes. He could feel Jian Ye trying hard to accommodate his desires, but the more he did, the more Yi Siyu knew he couldn’t act carelessly. The young man was so compliant it was heartbreaking; he didn’t want to take advantage of his soft nature.

Yi Siyu pulled the young man into a tighter embrace, leaning down to gently kiss his smooth forehead. “Yeye, remember, in the Yi family, you will always exist as my beloved, not as a tool for my desires.”

Jian Ye’s heart trembled slightly, a strange sensation stirring within him.

“You are very important to me,” the man said earnestly.

That night, Jian Ye didn’t know when he fell asleep. He only knew that he was enveloped in an embrace that made him feel incredibly safe, and he slept without dreams.

On Weibo, someone uploaded a recorded screen of Yunjing University of Media and Communication’s cultural arts performance to a super-topic. Many accounts also clipped the third performance, turning it into short videos with subtitles. On the Pomegranate app, some users separately posted direct footage of the red-clad youth dancing. A surge of unexpected traffic propelled this dance performance onto the trending topics.

During the evening, a prime time for students and office workers to browse online, more and more people stumbled upon the video of the red-clad youth dancing.

[Holy smokes! Are all the juniors at Yunjing University such high-quality specimens? Introduce one to be my husband!]
[Sister, I’m afraid it won’t be your turn. Thanks for the invite!]
[My wife is sleeping right next to me. What are you all arguing about?]
[What’s wrong with this comment section? A bunch of single dogs fantasizing about husbands and wives!]
[Breaking news! I got the scoop immediately. The handsome guy is named Jian Ye, a freshman this year from the Dance Academy!]
[Wow! Even his name sounds beautiful! When he dances, he’s like a flower swaying in the wind, with such graceful posture.]
[I just asked my sister at Yunjing University, and she said this handsome guy seems to be into men…]
[Damn! Male fans, instantly perk up! My chance has come, hahaha!]

The online reception for Jian Ye was overwhelmingly positive. Ninety percent of people were exclaiming how beautiful their ‘wifey’ was, especially when they learned Jian Ye liked men. A group of gay fans couldn’t control their rising smiles, and their comments gradually became rather suggestive. Some even planned to visit Yunjing University to see this beautiful young man, secretly hoping to add him on WeChat and take a photo together.

Overnight, the name Jian Ye went viral. While not as exaggerated as a celebrity artist, anyone who had seen Jian Ye’s dance video would remember his name. Many left comments on Yunjing University of Media and Communication’s official Weibo, asking to see photos of Jian Ye in class.

This alarming popularity even caught the attention of the principal and the deans of the various departments. Who would have thought that a traditional cultural arts performance organized by the school itself could attract so much attention to Yunjing University?

Jian Ye’s dance performance was undoubtedly the best promotional material for Yunjing University’s admissions this year. The school didn’t even need to deliberately brainstorm slogans; simply having such a representative figure could attract a multitude of high school students preparing for university. The principal called the dean of the Dance Academy, urging him to record more promotional videos of Jian Ye in class during this period. If they could persuade Jian Ye to actively engage in self-promotion, that would be even better.

Jian Ye, blissfully unaware of all this, slept soundly. However, some people found sleep elusive that night.

In a male dormitory, a young man with an effeminate face stared gloomily at the comments on his computer screen. He was alone in the dorm, the lights off, with the computer screen providing the only illumination.

Soon after, footsteps echoed outside the dorm. Laughter grew closer, and with a twist of the doorknob, the door swung open. The students standing outside, who were all residents of that dorm, exclaimed in surprise.

“Xiao Chun, you’re in the dorm? It was dark inside, so I thought you weren’t here.”
“Why aren’t the lights on? Are you going to sleep already?”

The gloomy expression on the young man’s face vanished the moment his roommates returned. He smiled and shook his head. “Not yet. I was just browsing online. I’ll sleep later.”

“Oh, I see. I’ll go wash up first. It’s a bit hot today; I’m drenched in sweat,” one of the roommates said.
“And there are so many people at school today, all here to visit us. The cultural arts festival truly has great appeal.”
“You don’t know? That freshman from our academy, the classical dance department, his dance went viral and is trending!”
“Huh? Really? I snuck out to see my girlfriend today, so I missed the performance. Was it really that good?”

At this moment, Xiao Chun, who had been silent, spoke up. “It was alright, I guess. For a school’s cultural performance, the effect was sufficient. Outsiders just enjoy the spectacle; if someone handsome dances, they’ll praise them. It’s all just hype from netizens.”

“You’re right. There are so many ‘face-worshippers’ online these days. Performance still depends on looks.”

Another roommate offered a different opinion. “But… I saw that dance with my own eyes. The technique was truly formidable. If I were to lead that dance, I’m not sure I could do it. That junior, Jian Ye, has an enviably good physique.”

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone to play the direct footage of Jian Ye dancing for his roommates. The other three stared in awe.

“Holy crap! Does his waist have no bones?”
“Is that flying leap even humanly possible? And that spin, I get dizzy just watching the screen, yet he can turn so steadily.”
“See, I told you it was amazing. Look at the seamless transitions between his movements, so clean…”

“I’m going to sleep. Keep your voices down,” Xiao Chun’s voice suddenly cut off his roommates’ discussion.

The three roommates sheepishly quieted down and went about their own business. Xiao Chun lay on his bed, tossing and turning for a long time before he finally couldn’t resist picking up his phone.

The Dance Academy’s group chat was currently buzzing with discussions about Jian Ye, and his name dominated the campus forum and online communities. He was utterly fed up with it.

Xiao Chun had repeated a year to get into Yunjing University. The first year, he had also applied for Yunjing University’s classical dance department, but due to his average physical condition, he hadn’t passed the artistic assessment.

The second year, he tried again, but changed his major, applying for the Dance Academy’s choreography department, which focused on dance creativity and arrangement. That year, Yunjing University’s choreography program wasn’t saturated, and Xiao Chun was fortunate enough to get in.

After entering university, he worked extremely hard. Because his physical condition was inferior to some naturally gifted performers, he had to put in more effort, but the results of his hard work might not even be as good as someone else’s casual performance.

He met Mo Huan, two years his senior, at the student union and fell in love at first sight. At that time, he felt successful at school, a minor celebrity of sorts, and believed he would be a perfect match for the equally renowned Mo Huan.

So, when Mo Huan decisively rejected his confession, he was stunned for a long time, utterly unable to accept the reality. This was his first love. His confidence, bolstered by his small successes in choreography, was utterly shattered by this budding romance.

He had also attended the cultural arts performance today, serving as logistics staff, helping his classmates from his class who were performing with props. He had inadvertently witnessed Mo Huan catching up to Jian Ye and speaking to him in the backstage corridor.

That was the first time Xiao Chun had seen such an almost obsessive look on Mo Huan’s face. He understood that look all too well; it was identical to how he had felt when he first liked Mo Huan.