Dating the Heartthrob Superstar-Chapter 40: The Typhoon is Coming

Chapter 40: The Typhoon Arrives

Lin Qin didn’t notice anything unusual about Meng Chao. Sitting on the bed, he used a dry towel to wipe his hair. Seeing Meng Chao still sitting there, he asked curiously, "Brother Chao, aren’t you going to take a shower?"

Meng Chao exhaled and said, "I still have something to deal with. I’ll shower in a bit."

Right now, he didn’t dare to stand up. If he did, Lin Qin would surely notice. It wasn’t because he was shy—it was more about avoiding making Lin Qin feel embarrassed.

Knowing Lin Qin’s personality, Meng Chao had already mentally prepared himself for a long-term reliance on "Five-fingered Girl" when they said goodbye earlier.

Lin Qin didn’t think much of it. After drying his hair, he leaned half-sitting against the bed and started scrolling through Weibo on his phone. He looked calm on the surface, but in reality, he was restless. Unable to vent his agitation in the physical world, he turned to his Weibo alt account to let it all out.

Qinqin for Chao: Ahhhhh, I’m in the same room with my idol. What do I do? My heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest!

Qinqin for Chao: I just took a shower, and the glass is frosted. I don’t know if my idol saw anything. Just the thought makes me so embarrassed.

Unaware of what Lin Qin was doing, Meng Chao suppressed his own desire, then grabbed some clothes from his suitcase and headed into the bathroom.

Before entering, he paused deliberately at the bathroom door, leaned slightly, and said to Lin Qin, "I don’t mind if you watch me shower, you know."

Lin Qin’s face instantly turned beet red. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Meng Chao, who laughed heartily and walked into the bathroom.

As soon as the sound of water started in the bathroom, Lin Qin could no longer focus on his phone. His eyes betrayed him, frequently flicking toward the frosted glass. Through the hazy pane, he could faintly see the lean, toned outline of Meng Chao’s body.

Meng Chao had his back to Lin Qin—a perfectly sculpted inverted triangle figure, leading down to a firm, round butt, and then a pair of long, straight legs.

Gulp...

Lin Qin couldn’t help swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he forgot to look away.

Just as Meng Chao seemed about to turn around, Lin Qin hurriedly snapped his gaze back to his phone, his whole body burning crimson. It suddenly hit him—am I really this thirsty?

Unable to resist sneaking another glance at the bathroom, Lin Qin screamed internally, quickly pulling the blanket over himself to cover his face.

But there was still an itch in his heart, like a feather teasing him. Lin Qin picked up his phone again, redirecting all his swirling emotions back to his Weibo alt.

Qinqin for Chao: I just saw my idol naked. He’s so handsome, and his body is incredible. I feel like I’m about to lose control.

Qinqin for Chao: I really want to touch him. I wonder if his muscles are firm? What do I do? What if I can’t hold back tonight? freeweɓnøvel.com

The more Lin Qin thought about it, the more wound up he felt, with no outlet for relief. Eventually, the only thing left on his alt account was a chain of "ahhhhhhs," encapsulating all his pent-up feelings.

When Meng Chao came out of the bathroom after his shower, he saw Lin Qin wrapped up in the blanket, curled into a ball. From the outside, Lin Qin seemed to be lightly wriggling around under the covers—adorably so.

Meng Chao walked over, stopped, and tugged on the blanket. "Qinqin, don’t you feel stifled in there?"

Lin Qin peeked out from under the blanket, his head, still slightly messy, emerging like a fluffy chick. Only when he saw that Meng Chao was fully dressed did he relax and pull the blanket down.

Meng Chao raised an eyebrow knowingly. He had a pretty good idea now—Lin Qin’s skin was as red as a cooked shrimp, likely because he had seen Meng Chao showering.

A thought crept into Meng Chao’s mind. Leaning down, he chuckled lowly into Lin Qin’s ear and asked, "Qinqin, how do you like my body?"

"I don’t know!" Lin Qin yelled the words almost at the top of his lungs. Having only just climbed out of the covers, he instantly burrowed back inside, burning up so badly he felt feverish.

Meng Chao decided not to push further and tugged lightly at the blanket. Speaking gently, he said, "Qinqin, my hair’s still wet. Will you help me dry it?"

A muffled voice came from under the blanket, "Do it yourself."

"But I like it when you help me, Qinqin." Meng Chao didn’t even bother pretending to maintain his dignity in front of Lin Qin.

Lin Qin, utterly defenseless, shifted and fidgeted under the blanket before crawling out again. Blushing, he said, "Give me the towel—sit down."

Meng Chao obligingly hummed in delight, sitting down in front of Lin Qin and letting him towel-dry his hair.

Lin Qin’s movements were gentle, and Meng Chao naturally enjoyed every second of it.

The weather forecast had said the typhoon would make landfall around seven in the evening. But before it even reached seven, the world outside had already transformed.

Because of the impending typhoon, the streets were nearly deserted. Strangely, though the sky was devoid of clouds, an overwhelming feeling of oppression weighed on everything.

The eerie stillness before the storm—the trees stood silent, the surroundings hushed. It felt as though they had slipped into another dimension.

In the distance, the shadows of trees began to sway, and objects started to rise uneasily into the air.

Just a few minutes past seven, the typhoon finally arrived.

Even with all the windows and doors shut tightly, the howling wind was impossible to ignore. Sheets of rain fell in relentless torrents, slanting diagonally as if trying to smother the world.

Somewhere, a garbage bin was picked up by the wind, its contents scattered like confetti, drifting away amid the storm.

This typhoon was fierce. Within minutes, the streets had turned into rivers. Trees along the roadsides were uprooted, and stray sheets of metal were blown into the air, clanging loudly as the winds carried them away. The typhoon seemed intent on declaring its might to all.

The streetlights held on desperately, illuminating the terrifying night.

For Lin Qin, a northerner, this was his first encounter with a typhoon.

Standing by the window, he watched the chaotic scene outside, feeling as though he himself might be swept away at any moment.

Suddenly, he spotted the streetlights flickering through the rain, like an aged, weary giant taking its last breath. One by one, the lights went out, plunging everything into darkness.

Darkness and the unknown are what truly terrify. Even though the sound of the storm was muffled by the windows, it still resembled the low growls of a beast, ready to devour at any time.

Lin Qin’s heart clenched tightly as fear crept up inside him.

Then, as if on cue, the ceiling light above him flickered a few times and went out completely.

The guestroom was plunged into pitch-black darkness, leaving it so opaque that even an outstretched hand became invisible.

"Brother Chao?" Lin Qin’s lips trembled uncontrollably as fear swelled in his chest alongside the storm’s unrelenting roar.

A beam of light cut through the darkness, and Lin Qin squinted against its brightness, his eyes slowly adjusting. When he could finally see again, he realized Meng Chao was rushing toward him.

"Qinqin, are you okay?" Meng Chao asked, his voice full of concern.

Lin Qin didn’t answer. Instead, as soon as Meng Chao reached him, Lin Qin threw himself into Meng Chao’s arms and tilted his head upward to claim Meng Chao’s lips in a kiss.

Lips against lips, Meng Chao’s eyes widened in shock. He never would have imagined that their first kiss—his and Lin Qin’s—would come from Lin Qin taking the initiative.