Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 42.2

The next morning, Fu Hanzhou’s mood was still heavy. He stayed silent and withdrawn.

Su Yunjing had no idea what was wrong. Last night, Little Tsundere had seemed fine, but after a night’s sleep, he was back to this again.

During morning reading, Fu Hanzhou lay on his desk with the rechargeable hand warmer in his arms. Even though his mood was low, he still quietly recited his Chinese textbook, looking both obedient and pitiful.

Su Yunjing’s heart sank along with him.

After morning reading ended, while Su Yunjing was sorting through study materials, Fu Hanzhou reached out and tapped the back of his hand.

Su Yunjing looked up at him. “Hm?”

Fu Hanzhou said nothing, just tapped him again.

Those long, slender fingertips carried a trace of chill as they brushed across the back of Su Yunjing’s hand.

Su Yunjing suddenly realized and asked, “Your hand warmer isn’t warm anymore?”

He touched it—sure enough, it was cold. “There’s no outlet in the classroom. I’ll take it to the infirmary to charge later.”

Fu Hanzhou lay on the table, his delicate eyebrows frowned, looking gentle and well-behaved. But quietly, he slid one hand under the hem of Su Yunjing’s coat.

Through the extra layer of thermal wear, Su Yunjing’s body heat seeped out. Fu Hanzhou narrowed his eyes in comfort.

Realizing that Fu Hanzhou was treating him like a walking heater, Su Yunjing gave him a sideways glance. “I’m expensive, you know. You can’t afford the heating fee.”

Fu Hanzhou only slipped one hand inside. With the other, he pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket, placed it on the desk, and slowly pushed it toward Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing scoffed. “That’s it?”

Fu Hanzhou added another piece of chocolate.

Su Yunjing snorted. “Heh.”

Then Fu Hanzhou pulled a cup of Xiangpiaopiao milk tea from the desk.

Su Yunjing couldn’t help but laugh, “When did you even buy this?”

A flicker of amusement lit Fu Hanzhou’s eyes. “When you weren’t looking.”

Accepting the little tsundere’s ‘bribe’, Su Yunjing silently approves his attempt to keep warm.

Su Yunjing lowered his head and continued to organize his study materials. But just as Fu Hanzhou’s hand had warmed a little, it slipped past the thermal wear.

The inside was pure body heat—hot against Su Yunjing’s skin, scorching Fu Hanzhou’s palm until it burned.

Greedy for his warmth, Fu Hanzhou’s slender fingers curled tighter around Su Yunjing’s waist.

“Don’t push your luck.” Su Yunjing kicked at Fu Hanzhou’s chair.

Fu Hanzhou buried his face in the crook of his arm, but still let his hand trail along Su Yunjing’s waistline, inching further.

His palm was warm, but that bit of wrist was as cold as jade. Su Yunjing hissed through his teeth.

“Hey, that’s too much.” He kicked the Fu Hanzhou chair again.

Fu Hanzhou didn’t look at him. A muffled laugh slipped out from the crook of his arm.

Although his expression could not be seen clearly, his exposed lips were curled up.

Then his hand moved upwards again, and the tip of his index finger accidentally brushed across the small flesh on Su Yunjing’s chest.

Su Yunjing was caught off guard, and his whole body trembled, as if he had been touched by electricity.

Su Yunjing’s strange reaction made him look up at him, with confusion in his dark eyes.

Being stared at by such a gaze, Su Yunjing’s ears were about to burn.

He felt it too — this reaction wasn’t right, not manly at all.

“You like playing around, huh?” Flustered and annoyed, Su Yunjing pretended to be angry.

He stood up and pinned Fu Hanzhou against the edge of the desk, knee pressed into his back to hold him in place.

Then, with one hand, he dug into Fu Hanzhou’s ticklish spot from behind. “Still want to play?”

Fu Hanzhou curled up like a shrimp, eyes sparkling with laughter as he twisted and struggled.

Every so often, when he couldn’t hold it in, a muffled laugh would slip through his lips.

The whole class had turned to watch the two of them.

Two boys roughhousing together wasn’t unusual. In fact, their class was known for sneak attacks — sneaking up from behind, grabbing someone by the waist, and kneeing the backs of their legs until they buckled, then letting go and bolting.

But Fu Hanzhou was different. Since transferring here, he had rarely interacted with anyone else. To the girls, he was the untouchable “ice prince”.

And now, here he was, pinned to a desk, laughing helplessly as he was teased. It was a sight to behold.

“Admit you were wrong?”

“Still gonna mess around?”

Su Yunjing, for once, pressed the issue with the little tsundere until he finally forced him to say, “I was wrong.” Only then did Su Yunjing let him go.

Their desks had been knocked askew into the aisle. Su Yunjing straightened them, then sat back down in his seat.

Fu Hanzhou lay slumped on his desk, breathing lightly, the corners of his eyes red and damp — strikingly beautiful.

The smile in his dark eyes hadn’t faded yet, like obsidian soaked in water: deep, black, and shining, curving into a lovely arc.

Su Yunjing noticed that his eyelashes were indeed thick and curled, and before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and brushed them with his fingertip.

Perhaps it had tickled a little, because Fu Hanzhou closed his eyes.

As soon as Su Yunjing withdrew his hand, he opened them again, and continued to look at him intently.

Inside those eyes was nothing but lingering affection.

Su Yunjing froze for a moment, then all at once felt a softness in his chest.

“Feeling better now?” Su Yunjing asked softly.

Fu Hanzhou smiled, but didn’t speak.

With you here, my mood is always good.

During the long recess, Su Yunjing took the hand warmer to get it recharged. When he came back, Fu Hanzhou had already made him a cup of milk tea.

Su Yunjing took a sip, then pushed the cup toward him so he could use it to warm his hands.

Fu Hanzhou sprawled lazily on the desk, both hands wrapped around the cup.

Su Yunjing was still organizing study notes, occasionally leaning over to take another sip of milk tea.

Fu Hanzhou watched him lower his eyes, his soft, slightly damp lips closing around the straw, the elegant Adam’s apple shifting faintly as he swallowed, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

He reached out and lightly rubbed that Adam’s apple with his thumb.

“Quit messing around,” Su Yunjing felt itchy and slapped Fu Hanzhou’s hand away, lowering his head to continue helping Fu Hanzhou organize the materials.

Right now Fu Hanzhou was cramming like crazy to make up the middle school material he’d missed, so Su Yunjing was pulling together second-year notes. That way, once Fu Hanzhou caught up, he could study directly from them.

Fu Hanzhou pressed his lips together, then pulled out a chemistry exercise book and started working through problems.

…..

That night, he had a dream.

Fu Hanzhou had a dream at night. He dreamed that he was lying on a piece of grass, and there was also a young boy lying next to him.

When Fu Hanzhou tried to sit up, the boy pressed a hand on his shoulder, leaned down, and pinned him down.

Only then did Fu Hanzhou clearly see his face. He was upright, handsome, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

Just as Fu Hanzhou stared at him in a daze, the boy suddenly lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Soft and wet, with a lingering sweetness of milk tea.

When Fu Hanzhou woke, he was completely disoriented, yet there was a fire inside him that wouldn’t stop burning.

The heat spread through him, gathering below his abdomen.

He lifted the quilt and climbed down from the bed. Looking at the boy asleep in the lower bunk, a wave of restless agitation washed over him. He turned away and headed to the bathroom.

When he came back, Fu Hanzhou crouched beside Su Yunjing’s bed, staring at that clean, delicate face, his expression tangled and unreadable.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there before Su Yunjing stirred awake and blinked his eyes in daze.

Still heavy with sleep, his eyes barely opened to a slit, and his voice was slurred.

“Middle of the night, why aren’t you sleeping? What are you doing here?”

Fu Hanzhou’s voice was low. “I’m a little cold.”

He was wearing only a single layer of clothing. After crouching by Su Yunjing’s side for so long, his legs were numb and aching, the winter chill seeping into his body, leaving his hands and feet icy cold.

Su Yunjing frowned; he was so sleepy that he subconsciously moved to let Fu Hanzhou come up to sleep.

As soon as Fu Hanzhou slipped under the blanket, Su Yunjing shivered from the icy touch. Half-asleep, he instinctively grabbed his hands and rubbed them warm.

But he was so sleepy that after a couple of rubs, he drifted off again.

Fu Hanzhou’s gaze lingered on his lips, thinking of the scene in his dream. Although his body was cold, there was a fire burning in his heart.

He didn’t know how to release it — only felt anxious, unsettled.

After lying in Su Yunjing’s bed long enough, the warmth seeped into him, pushing away the chill. He leaned closer, wanting to hold him.

The hem of Su Yunjing’s pajamas rolled up, exposing a stretch of slender waist.

When Fu Hanzhou’s hand brushed against it, it was as if he’d been burned. His pupils contracted sharply.

He froze there for a long time, then finally got up and went back to the bathroom.

The next morning, Fu Hanzhou came down with a high fever of 39 degrees. They went to the hospital, where he was given an injection to bring it down.

After returning, Fu Hanzhou lay on his bed, with the smaller teddy bear as his pillow and the larger one in his arms. He curled up in the quilt, with only a pair of eyes that were surprisingly bright due to the fever showing.

Hidden among the fluff, the little tsundere looked both pitiful and unbearably adorable.

Su Yunjing was reminded of when Fu Hanzhou was little.

Even though now Fu Hanzhou was well over 1.8 meters tall, once he was fully wrapped up in the quilt, it was easy to forget how big he actually was.

Su Yunjing couldn’t help but laugh a little, though his heart ached at the same time. He carried his own quilt up to the top bunk and laid it over Fu Hanzhou.

“Rest well at home. I’ll ask for leave for you when I get to school,” Su Yunjing said as he tucked in the corners.

From under the quilt, Fu Hanzhou dug out just a little, revealing his nose and lips flushed red from the fever.

“Come back early. Don’t stay too long at Jiang Chunian’s house.” His voice was hoarse.

“I know, I know.” Su Yunjing couldn’t help but chuckle.

After Su Yunjing left, Fu Hanzhou tossed aside his own quilt and pulled Su Yunjing’s over himself instead.

He burrowed into it, breathing in the scent Su Yunjing had left behind, and drifted off in a deep sleep.

At some point, Guo Xiuhui came in to check on him and gently pulled the quilt back over him.

“Hanzhou, want some water?” she asked.

A moment later, a head poked out from the covers. “No.”

“Don’t sleep with your head buried. It’s bad for your health.”

“Mm.”

Fu Hanzhou obediently left his head out, but the moment Guo Xiuhui left, he crawled in again.

He slept the whole day. At noon he had no appetite, but Guo Xiuhui managed to coax him into drinking half a bowl of millet porridge.

He slept again through the afternoon. By night, something cool pressed against his cheek, and Fu Hanzhou finally opened his eyes.

Seeing it was Su Yunjing, his drowsy eyes lit up with a smile as he pushed the can of Coke off his forehead.

“Want some?” Su Yunjing asked.

Fu Hanzhou nodded with a smile.

Su Yunjing lowered his voice. “Don’t let my grandma find out.”

When he was little and ran a fever, all he wanted was flavorful food, plain things just wouldn’t go down.

He shook the Coke hard in his hand so it wouldn’t be too fizzy in the stomach.

After opening the Coke, he poured just half a glass. He only wanted Fu Hanzhou to get back a little appetite, he didn’t dare let him drink too much.

He even stuck a straw in, so Fu Hanzhou could sip it while lying down.

Fu Hanzhou sipped it, and soon the cup was empty.

“Has the fever gone down?” Su Yunjing reached out and felt his forehead.

“It has.”

Relieved, Su Yunjing asked, “Is there anything else you feel like eating? I can sneak out and buy it for you.”

If it had to be sneaked in, that naturally meant it was something parents wouldn’t approve of.

Lying weakly in bed, Fu Hanzhou just gazed quietly at Su Yunjing. “Come closer.”

Su Yunjing stepped up to him.

Fu Hanzhou’s lips brushed against his ear. “I want candied hawthorn.”

His fever-warm breath fanned across Su Yunjing’s earlobe, leaving it tingling and numb.

The tender white skin behind his ear flushed red instantly.

Su Yunjing froze.

Watching the way his ears burned like they’d been pressed by a branding iron, Fu Hanzhou’s eyes grew darker.