Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 45.1

After finishing their spa session, there was still some time before dinner. Tang Wei coaxed everyone into a few rounds of games, matches in which only he cared about winning or losing.

Playing against a group of people who had almost zero sense of engagement quickly killed Tang Wei’s enthusiasm. Irritated, he snapped, “Can you guys take this seriously? Do you have any sense of tension or honor in a competitive match?”

Su Yunjing, however, felt no tension or honor in competition, only drowsiness.

After soaking in the hot springs and doing a low-technique spa, Su Yunjing felt completely lazy and didn’t want to move at all.

Fu Hanzhou had a pure handmade wool blanket draped over his knees. If Su Yunjing hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have bothered responding to Tang Wei’s request to team up and play games.

Lin Lie was fiddling with his Phantom 1 drone, but spared a moment to respond to Tang Wei, “Be good, play by yourself. I don’t have time to babysit right now.”

“Babysit your damn mother!” Tang Wei snapped. He already had a grudge, and now this added insult made him furious, he lunged to snatch the Phantom 1 from Lin Lie’s hands.

But in his excitement, he accidentally knocked over a drink next to him, spilling it all over Su Yunjing’s pants.

Su Yunjing was wearing the hotel’s provided sleepwear with comfortable, loose linen fabric.

The drink spilled right at his thigh, leaving a dark wet stain.

And since linen sticks to the skin when wet, his upper thigh suddenly felt icy cold. Anyone who didn’t know better might think Su Yunjing had wet himself.

“I didn’t mean it,” Tang Wei stammered. He hadn’t expected to hit an innocent bystander. He grabbed some napkins, about to wipe Su Yunjing’s clothes.

Before his hand could reach, Fu Hanzhou blocked him.

He looked up, baffled, only to see Fu Hanzhou’s sharp brows and cold expression.

Tang Wei: ???

Fu Hanzhou let go of him and turned to Su Yunjing, saying. “Go change your clothes. It’s almost dinner anyway.”

Su Yunjing thought it made sense. He couldn’t exactly go to the restaurant in pajamas, so he got up to fetch his own clothes from the wardrobe.

The restaurant was inside the hotel, so he didn’t need anything too thick. He picked out a tracksuit. Just as he was about to take off his top to change, Fu Hanzhou suddenly spoke.

“Go change in the bathroom. And wash up too, the drink will feel sticky on your skin.”

“Don’t wash again,” Tang Wei interrupted. “You just soaked in the hot spring for half an hour. You’ll rub your skin raw. Here, use these wipes.”

Tang Wei grabbed a pack of disinfectant wipes meant for hands and mouth, and just as he was about to pass them to Su Yunjing when Lin Lie snatched them away.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tang Wei glared. “Are you picking a fight with me on purpose?”

“Just borrowing them.” Lin Lie lazily pulled out one wipe and used it to clean the Phantom 1’s propeller.

Tang Wei couldn’t stand seeing this bastard so smug. “You bought a Phantom 1 and now you think you’re hot sh1t?”

“Jealous?”

“Jealous your damn mother.”

With the two of them bickering again, Su Yunjing gave up waiting for wipes and reluctantly went to the bathroom to rinse off.

Noticing that Su Yunjing had only taken a tracksuit, Fu Hanzhou’s long lashes flickered. He got up and went to the wardrobe.

Lin Lie kept bickering with Tang Wei like an elementary school student while discreetly paying attention to Fu Hanzhou’s movements.

Fu Hanzhou opened the wardrobe and seemed to be holding something in his hand. Lin Lie squinted and realized it was a pair of underwear.

The suite booked by Shen Nianyun was spacious, with a bedroom, sitting area, bathroom, and even a small bar—about 60 square meters.

The bathroom door was half-open, and the sound of water could be heard faintly from inside.

Fu Hanzhou walked closer and, through the crack, caught sight of two strong, straight legs. Su Yunjing had already taken off his pajama pants and was rinsing off the spilled drink with the shower head.

Water cascaded down, flushing his pale thighs red and tracing along the contours of his muscles.

Fu Hanzhou’s gaze followed the water flow, all the way to Su Yunjing’s sharply defined ankles.

Droplets struck the shallow pool on the tiles with little splashes—sounds so faint, yet thudding heavily in Fu Hanzhou’s chest.

When Su Yunjing looked up, he caught Fu Hanzhou’s deep, shadowy eyes on him. Holding the shower head, body bent as he rubbed at his leg, Su Yunjing froze.

He might not have a chest or curves, but the posture still felt ridiculously shameful—too damn girly.

His brain exploded, ears burning hot like iron.

Su Yunjing slammed the bathroom door shut, swearing a hundred times in his head.

Outside, there was a knock.

Su Yunjing turned the water down a little and listened, wondering what Fu Hanzhou would do next.

Unexpectedly, the door creaked open slightly and a hand slipped in, holding his underwear.

Su Yunjing: “…”

They were both men. Being seen naked in the shower, or having helped to get clean underwear is not a big deal. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

But this series of actions from the “little cool tsundere” felt… off somehow.

Su Yunjing’s ears burned red. He snatched the underwear angrily.

As Fu Hanzhou was about to withdraw his hand, Su Yunjing couldn’t resist. He grabbed that long, elegant hand and gave the palm a sharp slap, like scolding a naughty child.

Then he shoved the hand out, shut the door, and locked it.

Fu Hanzhou looked down at the red mark on his palm, the corners of his eyes curving faintly. Then he remembered those pale thighs flushed pink under the water, his gaze darkened further.

He really wanted to touch them.

To see if he could make them redder.

From behind, Lin Lie couldn’t see Fu Hanzhou’s expression—only vaguely felt oddly flirtatious about Fu Hanzhou delivering underwear.

He glanced at Tang Wei and asked, “Do you think it’s weird for a man to hand another man his underwear?”

Tang Wei, too lazy to bicker about wipes anymore, leaned back lazily on a stool, his tan arm propped behind him.

“What’s weird about it? Remember last time I crashed at your place? You gave me a pair of your underwear.”

Last time, Tang Wei had run away from home, bringing nothing but his phone. After showering, he had no underwear, so he yelled from the bathroom until Lin Lie brought him some.

Thinking of this, Tang Wei smirked. “I didn’t even want to mention it, but yours were so damn tiny. Wearing them was suffocating.”

He clapped Lin Lie’s shoulder and said earnestly, “Old Lin, seriously—you should consider enlargement surgery. Poor guy.”

Lin Lie brushed his hand off like it was a fly. “Those were brand new underwear. Don’t keep saying ‘your underwear’ like you wore something I had worn before.”

Tang Wei shuddered, goosebumps rising. “You’re toxic, you know that?”

“Not as toxic as you. Knowing all about enlargement surgeries—what, you already had one?” Lin Lie narrowed his eyes at Tang Wei’s crotch. “Got implants?”

“Still looks small.”

“Surgery failed?”

Tang Wei had never met anyone with a causting than him. He cursed again: “You’re the fucking toxic one!”

Not wanting to sit with this jerk, Tang Wei raised his butt to sit on the bed when a cold voice came from nearby, “Get off!”

Tang Wei jolted in fright, looking up to see Fu Hanzhou standing at the bathroom door with his long legs stretched out, his black eyes fierce.

Tang Wei instantly dropped to his knees, the speed astonishing as if by reflex.

Fu Hanzhou withdrew his gaze, no longer sparing him a glance.

Even thick-skinned Tang Wei felt wronged this time. “I’m just his friend, and he won’t even let me sit on the bed.”

Lin Lie patted his head consolingly. “If I tried, he’d react the same way.”

That thought restored Tang Wei’s sense of fairness. He even urged Lin Lie, “Then you try sitting.”

Feeling his ‘dog son’ wasn’t worth comforting, Lin Lie returned to fiddling with his Phantom 1.

Inside the bathroom, Su Yunjing had heard Fu Hanzhou’s “Get off”. It had been a long time since he’d used that sharp, commanding tone. Forgetting his embarrassment, Su Yunjing stepped out.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Tang Wei still hadn’t recovered. Looking aggrieved like a wronged wife, he glanced at Su Yunjing, hesitating.

Fu Hanzhou’s voice, no longer cold, dropped low—softer than Tang Wei’s. “He didn’t change clothes. He was about to sit on the bed in his outside wear. I didn’t want it to get dirty.”

Tang Wei: ….The hell? That wasn’t the tone you used just now.

He nudged Lin Lie, wanting backup.

But Lin Lie had long since realized Fu Hanzhou’s acting talent and wasn’t about to get dragged into this mess.

Tang Wei thought back—when he showered at Lin Lie’s place, the guy hadn’t gone out of his way to bring underwear. No, Fu Hanzhou was the real flirt here.

Su Yunjing, however, couldn’t say much. Everyone had their own quirks. The little cool tsundere had always been a bit of a neat freak.

Next time, he figured, they’d just hang out in Tang Wei’s room instead. so Tang Wei could feel free to do whatever he wanted.

In the end, Su Yunjing reminded Fu Hanzhou, “Next time, say it nicely. Don’t be so fierce.”

“Alright,” Fu Hanzhou agreed obediently.

It wasn’t that Fu Hanzhou disliked Tang Wei. He simply didn’t like others touching Su Yunjing’s or their bed.

This was a hotel, so he was already being lenient enough by letting them inside.

To Fu Hanzhou, the bedroom was their private space.

Outside, Su Yunjing could befriend whoever he wanted, even go all out to help Jiang Chuyan. Fu Hanzhou might get jealous, but he wouldn’t stop him.

He didn’t want to cage Su Yunjing with too many restraints. As long as no lines were crossed, he wouldn’t interfere—whether he liked it or not.

But private space was different. Su Yunjing was his. All of his attention should belong to him.

He wouldn’t allow anyone to intrude on their time alone.

As for Guo Xiuhui and Wen Yanlai, he couldn’t refuse them. He was, after all, living under their roof.

He understood from a young age that when you are under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head.

Since Su Yunjing cared about his family, he wouldn’t make things too ugly, lest he put Su Yunjing in a tough spot.

….

The hotel’s top floor had a buffet restaurant.

With Shen Nianyun’s premium membership card, they could’ve stayed in their suite and had a top-class chef cook just for them.

But Su Yunjing wanted to see what kind of buffet a five-star hotel would serve, so the group went up to the rooftop for dinner.

There, Tang Wei, with his broken English and lots of hand gestures, somehow managed to strike up a conversation with a group of foreigners.