Oversized Clothing

“You didn’t bring pajamas. Do you mind making do with my clothes?”

Hearing those words, Ye Shengge froze for a moment. He realized belatedly that he had left in such a hurry that he hadn’t brought anything except his phone—no change of clothes, and certainly no pajamas.

It was pitch black outside now. Even if the malls were still open, he felt too embarrassed to ask the big dummy, who had kindly taken him in, to take him shopping.

Under these circumstances, he could only wear Peng Biao’s clothes. Otherwise, he would have to go naked or stay in his current sweaty, dirty outfit.

Ye Shengge was delicate and had a bit of a germaphobic streak; he refused to compromise on hygiene. Therefore, the bath was a necessity, and the dirty clothes had to go.

“I don’t mind. Thank you,” Ye Shengge replied politely.

Peng Biao, who had been waiting for this answer, felt his already red face flush even deeper. He stammered, “T-then I’ll go get you some underwear and a bathrobe. I’ll hand them to you in a bit. You go get in the shower first.”

When he said the word “underwear,” Peng Biao nearly tripped over his tongue. His brain felt foggy, as if he had downed several jars of strong liquor.

Ye Shengge, focused on wanting to wash up, didn’t notice the man’s odd behavior. He pursed his lips and looked up at him. “Okay. Be quick about it.”

With that, he turned and headed straight for the nearest bathroom.

Peng Biao suppressed the sense of loss in his heart and retreated to his bedroom, rummaging through his closet for something suitable. He remembered clearly that he had once accidentally bought a pair of underwear that was a size too small, and he had a few bathrobes he couldn’t fit into. They had been sitting at the bottom of his drawer, never worn. They were perfect for the petite youth.

However, Peng Biao forgot one thing.

While the items were “small” for him, the youth was many times smaller. On Ye Shengge, they would look like a child wearing an adult’s clothes.

Realizing this, Peng Biao’s first instinct was to go out and buy something new. But then he remembered Ye Shengge was already in the shower; there was no time to fetch a proper fit. If he didn’t deliver the clothes soon, the boy might catch a cold.

Risking the awkwardness, he decided to deliver the oversized items for the night and take him shopping the next morning. Worried about the boy getting chilled, Peng Biao hurried to the bathroom and knocked.

“Shengge? I’ve brought the clothes. Are you in there?”

Perhaps the water was too loud or the boy was too focused; there was no response. Peng Biao repeated himself and knocked several more times, but silence remained.

Worried that something had happened to his sweetheart inside, Peng Biao ignored all sense of propriety. He clutched the clothes and kicked the door open.

The scene that met his eyes made him freeze on the spot. The clothes in his arms nearly slipped onto the wet floor.

The bathroom was filled with mist. In the large, white tub, the exquisite youth was leaning against the edge, his back to the door, skin turned a soft pink from the steam. Droplets of water slid down his fair back, trailing along the curve of his spine toward his waist.

A layer of milky white bubbles obscured everything below his waistline. Even so, the sight was incredibly intoxicating.

Peng Biao’s heart, which he had just managed to calm, went into a frenzy. His face burned as if scalded. He looked away, not daring to stare at the boy’s back, and clutched the clothes tight. He was so nervous he was nearly in tears, yet he didn’t forget to apologize: “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in… I just didn’t hear you answer and was worried something happened!”

The youth remained motionless, as if he couldn’t hear a word. From Peng Biao’s downward angle, he could see the boy’s head resting on one arm, the other arm draped loosely over the edge of the tub.

He looked like he had fallen asleep. But the odds of falling asleep while bathing were low; it was more likely that the boy’s poor health had caused him to faint.

This thought made Peng Biao’s heart tighten. His flushed face turned pale instantly. He shoved the clothes onto a nearby rack and knelt beside the tub, whispering the boy’s name urgently.

He called several times, but there was no reaction. Panic-stricken, Peng Biao reached into the bubble-filled water to lift the boy out.

As he placed his hands on the youth’s waist to lift him, a soft whimper suddenly rang out.

Slap!

Followed by a tiny sound of a palm hitting skin and a soft, angry curse.

“You shameless rogue!”

Peng Biao blinked in confusion. His hand that wasn’t underwater instinctively touched his cheek.

Realizing the boy had misunderstood his intentions, Peng Biao’s mind raced. He didn’t explain immediately; instead, he carefully let go, making sure the boy was steady before kneeling beside the tub where Ye Shengge had quickly curled up.

“I’m sorry! I was just too worried. I thought you had fainted when you didn’t answer. I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you.”

He might be a pervert who wanted to be glued to the youth’s side every second, but he wasn’t a beast. How could he think of such things when he thought the boy was sick?

Hearing the explanation, Ye Shengge’s foggy brain cleared. He realized he had misunderstood the big dummy. For a moment, he was overcome with both embarrassment and guilt, feeling like a person once bitten by a snake, forever afraid of well-ropes.

How could a “straight guy” like this Heavenly Master be like the perverted ghost he had just been dreaming about?

Ye Shengge’s face flushed red with shame. The color spread to his ears until his lobes looked like drops of blood. His eyes turned misty, and his lips, bitten in embarrassment, looked like honey-glazed fruit. He had no idea how much he invited desire while he was busy feeling guilty for doubting the “kind straight guy.”

“I’m sorry, I misunderstood you. Can you go out first? I’ll change and we can talk. Thank you for waking me up.” Knowing it was dangerous to fall asleep in the bath, and feeling bad for the misunderstanding, Ye Shengge softened his voice. It sounded sweet and gentle.

No one could bear to be angry at him when he acted like this.

Peng Biao was completely dazed by the soft tone. He nodded stupidly and backed out, even thoughtfully closing the door tight so the delicate youth wouldn’t catch a cold from the draft.

He squatted outside the door, his face crimson, replaying the way his sweetheart had spoken to him. He wanted to scream with excitement. That soft slap was worth it. If getting hit by the boy led to being treated this gently, he would take dozens more.

When Ye Shengge finally rinsed off the bubbles and put on the sagging, oversized pajamas and the much-too-large underwear, he pushed the door open to find the big dummy waiting at the door like a loyal guard dog.

The big dummy’s eyes lit up like a hungry hound seeing a bone. He stood up abruptly. He had so much he wanted to say, but after a long struggle, only one dry sentence came out: “Do… do the clothes fit?”

The moment he asked, he slapped his own forehead in frustration. The sound was many times louder than the slap Ye Shengge had given him.

The question was too stupid. Anyone with eyes could see they didn’t fit. The bathrobe was so loose that if Ye Shengge didn’t hold the collar shut with his hands, it would slide off at any moment. He looked exactly like a child wearing his parent’s clothes.

Realizing the massive man was staring at his robe, the youth self-consciously tightened his grip on the collar, his eyes full of shyness and distress.

Peng Biao opened his mouth, his voice sounding raspy: “There aren’t any smaller clothes in the house. Just make do for one night. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you to the shops to buy a new wardrobe.”

Ye Shengge looked down and gave a soft “mm.” Nobody knew that beneath the heavy robe, his white legs were pressed tightly together. The underwear was so large that he felt like it was slipping down with every movement, threatening to fall off.

Fortunately, his bottom was shapely enough to hold them up for the time being. To avoid a social death in front of the big dummy, he whispered, “I’m going to bed now.”

Peng Biao didn’t stop him. He glanced at his own shirt, which was now covered in bubbles from the struggle in the tub. His previous shower was wasted. No matter, he would just wash again.

He watched longingly as his sweetheart walked away. But then, his eyes widened. As the youth walked, the robe shifted, revealing a glimpse of black fabric hanging just above his knees.

Wait… the bathrobe I gave him was white. Why is there black fabric—like the underwear—showing near his knees?