Hey, Aren't You Straight?

A student from another major has just moved into Feng Yichi's dorm room. On the first day of term, Feng Yichi opens the door and sees his boyfriend, who has been missing for two years, sitting by the bed and looking up to greet him. "Nice to meet you. I'm Bai Xinggui." Only then does Feng Yichi learn that his first love hasn't just been missing for two years. He's also lost his memory. At the club's welcome dinner, the freshmen hear that Feng Yichi, S University's famously beautiful student, and Bai Xinggui, the campus heartthrob, are sharing a dorm room, and start teasing them. Bai Xinggui smiles unconcernedly. "I'm straight." Feng Yichi glances up at him, then lowers his eyes. "Mm. We barely know each other." = Bai Xinggui knows that Feng Yichi is a famous beauty at S University, that he once dated a guy, and that he has no shortage of admirers. As a straight man, Bai Xinggui doesn't think much of it at first. But after they move in together, Bai Xinggui sees Feng Yichi sit up in bed each morning, his pajamas hanging loose; sees him return from exercising at noon, cheeks flushed and breathing softly; and sometimes hears him call Bai Xinggui's name while half asleep at night. At last, he can't hold back. He corners Feng Yichi in the bathroom, wearing a white shirt that barely covers his upper thighs. Bai Xinggui presses his thin lips together. "Stop acting so shamelessly around me." Feng Yichi agrees. After that, Feng Yichi always buttons his pajamas right up to the top. After exercising, he goes to rest in a junior student's dorm, and he hardly ever smiles at Bai Xinggui anymore. That only makes Bai Xinggui even more annoyed. = Feng Yichi thinks he and Bai Xinggui will get along without incident until graduation. Then, at a club gathering, Feng Yichi has a little to drink, and a junior who recently confessed to him helps him into his arms. The next second, Feng Yichi is pulled into a familiar embrace. Bai Xinggui has just arrived. His handsome face dark with anger, he glares at the junior, his temple throbbing as memories rush back. Through gritted teeth, he says, one word at a time, "That's my wife!" Everyone else: ?!! * After sobering up, Feng Yichi sees Bai Xinggui sitting by the bed with bloodshot eyes and a bouquet of roses on the nightstand. He nudges him with his leg under the covers. "I don't date straight guys." Bai Xinggui grabs his slender ankle, grinding his teeth. To hell with being straight. A cold, aloof beauty on the bottom x an aggressive top who gets reeled in and can't stop grinning [Recommended upcoming story in my author profile] After Pretending to Be a Weak Widower Backfires Wen Zhi's parents had him late in life. After raising him for a few years, they eagerly handed him over to their eldest son, who had just started summer vacation. The relieved couple went off on their honeymoon, leaving Wen Zhi and the unfamiliar little tyke staring at each other. Wen Zhi was deeply unhappy. He was a college student in the prime of his youth. Why should he have to suffer the hardships of being a single dad? What Wen Zhi hated most was taking his little brother to all sorts of extracurricular classes under the scorching sun. Until... At the art studio, the gentle, elegant teacher smiled at him, his long fingers distinctively jointed. At the taekwondo gym, the stern coach bent down to give instructions, his belt cinched around a strong, muscular waist. Wen Zhi, a hopeless admirer of good looks, stared in awe. This arrangement... didn't seem so bad after all? One day, Wen Zhi passed a newly opened swimming pool. A young coach broke through the water, droplets running from his sharp jawline and over his firm abs. Wen Zhi watched without blinking for a long time. When he got home, he grabbed the little tyke and shook him enthusiastically. "Tell your big brother, you want to learn to swim, don't you?" * After finishing his college entrance exams, Song Juelan was asked by a friend to help out at the swimming pool his family owned. One day, a handsome young man appeared at the entrance, holding the hand of a child who only came up to his thigh. His face was strikingly beautiful, but his eyes held a faint weariness, his lips were pale. He could easily stir a person's protective instincts. The young man looked around in confusion, then hesitantly turned to him. "Excuse me... are you still accepting students?" Song Juelan took a registration form from the front desk and asked the young man to fill in the child's parents' information. The young man lowered his long, thick lashes in dejection. "Can I just put down my own information?" Song Juelan curled the fingers hanging at his side, feeling a trace of sympathy for the young man who had lost his partner. Later, in the cramped staff break room, the metal bunk creaked and swayed as Song Juelan lowered his head to kiss the reddened corner of Wen Zhi's eye. He braced himself up and gazed into Wen Zhi's tear-bright eyes, making a solemn promise: "I'll take responsibility for you. From now on, Xiao Tang will be my child, too." What Song Juelan didn't expect was that Wen Zhi would disappear without a trace the very next day, leaving him only a letter. The letter said that Wen Zhi was going to find the child's father. Song Juelan crumpled the letter in his fist. * Wen Zhi realized he'd taken things too far, but before he could fix anything, the new term began. After some serious reflection, he kept his head down and focused on his studies that semester. Until his roommate dragged him to a social event with the freshmen. The moment he pushed open the door to the private room at the bar, Wen Zhi regretted coming. Song Juelan sat among the others, his expression cool as he glanced at Wen Zhi, as if he didn't recognize him. When everyone else had drunk themselves unconscious, Wen Zhi was cornered in the bathroom. Song Juelan rubbed his lips with a fingertip and asked coldly, "Did you find the child's dad?" = An inexperienced puppy-like top who is easily fooled but loves his wife dearly x a shameless, theatrical, flirtatious bottom Theme: Face life with a positive attitude.