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Le Cheng’s face grew a little warm at the words “be good,” and he couldn’t bring himself to keep acting spoiled. He obediently put his left hand inside.
Seeing him lower his eyelashes, looking so well-behaved, Zhou Shirui opened the umbrella and held it above their heads. “Let’s go.”
The rain was quite heavy. One of Le Cheng’s hands was tucked into Zhou Shirui’s pocket, and he could even feel the warmth of his body temperature. His other hand hung down, kept as close to his own body as possible.
The umbrella was large, but it was still a little small for two grown men to share. Le Cheng secretly moved closer toward Zhou Shirui.
Naturally, Zhou Shirui noticed this little movement too.
Le Cheng was almost half a head shorter than him. From his angle, Zhou Shirui could see the beautiful, delicate lines of his side profile and a stretch of snow-white nape.
His eyelashes were lowered, making him look very soft, no longer resembling the angry person from moments ago.
Le Cheng’s temper came quickly and went quickly, and his personality was rather childlike. That was what Zhou Shirui thought.
The two walked for a while before Zhou Shirui suddenly stopped. Le Cheng looked at him, completely confused.
Zhou Shirui said, “The zipper.”
Le Cheng tilted his head. “Hm?”
Zhou Shirui looked at him calmly. “Aren’t you very cold? Why aren’t you zipping it up?”
Le Cheng: “?”
He realized that Zhou Shirui thought he was cold, which was why he had been leaning so close to him.
“Oh…” Le Cheng struggled for a moment before obediently looking down and zipping it up. “But this doesn’t look good. It looks kind of silly…”
He couldn’t help muttering, but Zhou Shirui reached out and immediately pulled the zipper all the way up with a “zzzip,” his long, slightly cool fingers lightly brushing against his skin.
“Pull it all the way up so the wind doesn’t get in.” Zhou Shirui withdrew his hand, unconsciously rubbing his fingers lightly. “Let’s go.”
The collar was pulled completely up, almost covering half of Le Cheng’s face. His exposed large eyes were filled with indignation.
Such a straight guy!!!
It doesn’t look good at all anymore!!
As someone who was naturally born to draw, Le Cheng had his own sense of aesthetics more than the average guy, so he also paid more attention to his appearance.
Zhou Shirui caught sight of his expression and suddenly thought of those orange cats that wandered around campus. Their faces were fluffy and soft, very cute, but they also had their own tempers and wouldn’t let people pet them against the grain.
Just like the way Le Cheng looked right now.
This thought made the corners of his lips curve slightly, and his tone also became somewhat indistinct. “Are you still angry?”
Le Cheng wasn’t going to get angry over such a small matter, but he suddenly realized that Zhou Shirui was talking about something else.
The act just now could be considered finished, right? Le Cheng was a little conflicted.
He had perfectly played the role of a spoiled brat. If he were acting according to his actual personality, he definitely wouldn’t be angry anymore. He would even be quite happy. On a rainy day, his boyfriend had personally delivered an umbrella to him. That showed enough sincerity and could even count as an apology. Just thinking about it made him happy. But right now, he was a cold, spoiled brat.
After considering it for a moment, Le Cheng said, “I guess.”
Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes and made a sound of acknowledgment.
Le Cheng turned his head and widened his eyes. “You’re not even going to ask why I said ‘I guess’?”
Zhou Shirui showed little expression. After a pause, he said, “Mm. Why?”
His tone had no fluctuation.
Le Cheng felt that Zhou Shirui definitely didn’t want to ask. At a time like this, a qualified spoiled brat was supposed to make a scene!
Le Cheng wasn’t good at making trouble out of nothing, nor was he good at being excessively picky. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specially come up with a “Straight Guy Plan.” But when it came to acting spoiled with reason and justification, he could do it. He could!
Le Cheng coughed lightly. “Because, because your tone was really cold.”
A moment of confusion appeared on Zhou Shirui’s face.
Le Cheng felt guilty under his gaze. “What’s wrong? Did you think when I said ‘I guess’ that I meant I wasn’t angry anymore?”
Zhou Shirui answered without much hesitation. “Mm.”
“……” Le Cheng hadn’t expected Zhou Shirui to really think that. He felt that he was so straight, yet also found it a little funny.
What kind of thought process was that? No wonder he was born in a novel with no CP.
Le Cheng barely held back his laughter. “That’s not it.”
Zhou Shirui: “Then what is it?”
Le Cheng taught him, “Saying ‘I guess’ means I’m still angry. If I had just said I was still angry, what would you have done? Would you have coaxed me?”
Zhou Shirui met his gaze. His eyes were pitch-black. He remained silent and didn’t say anything.
Le Cheng knew he wouldn’t. After all, according to the setting, he didn’t like him, and he was cold by nature. There was no way he would do something like that.
Le Cheng felt that this topic should end here. The spoiled-brat intensity today had seriously exceeded the limit, so he knew when to stop after getting what he wanted. “Alright.” Le Cheng lowered his eyelashes. “Then take me back to the dormitory. I want to go back and sleep.”
“Mm.” Zhou Shirui agreed, then asked after a moment, “Should we go to the supermarket first?”
Le Cheng thought that going there first was fine, so he nodded.
When they arrived at the supermarket entrance, Zhou Shirui was putting away the umbrella, while Le Cheng went inside to browse first.
He wandered around the household products section for a while. There was no laundry detergent left in the dormitory, so he wanted to pick up a bottle. Before he knew it, he had also bought two tubes of toothpaste and a new towel.
His phone vibrated once in his pocket.
Le Cheng took it out and looked, it was a message from Lin He.
Le Cheng thought for a moment before finally matching the person’s face to the name.
It was the person from the dance last time who had added him on WeChat and claimed to be a fashion model.
He seemed to have commented on Le Cheng’s Moments post just now, too.
[Lin He: Le Cheng, are you still waiting? Do you want me to bring you an umbrella? I happen to be going out.]
Le Cheng thought this person was pretty warmhearted.
[Orange: No need, I’ve already left, but thank you anyway.]
[Orange: Puppy bowing.jpg]
Lin He replied almost instantly.
[Lin He: Oh oh, did your friend bring one to you? Or did you walk back in the rain?]
[Orange: No, my boyfriend brought me one.]
Le Cheng replied simply, and there was no response from Lin He’s side.
After a while, a message finally came through.
[Lin He: I see.]
Le Cheng was actually a little puzzled.
Zhou Shirui was the male protagonist of this book, the standard male lead of a campus romance novel, super cool, super strong, super handsome. Most people who knew Zhou Shirui probably knew that his boyfriend was Le Cheng.
[Lin He: I’m often not at school, so I’m not really sure.]
Looking at this message, Le Cheng nodded knowingly. Oh, so that was it. Then that made sense.
He lowered his head and typed: Mm-hmm, then I’ll leave it at that for now. I’m going to sleep…
“Le Cheng.”
Before he could finish typing, a deep voice passed through the crowd, making Le Cheng raise his head.
Zhou Shirui was standing not far away. His legs were long and slender. When he saw Le Cheng look up, he walked toward him, carrying a large bag of things.
“Let’s go.” Zhou Shirui asked, “Are you done shopping?”
“Mm.” Le Cheng nodded and clicked send.
Zhou Shirui reminded him, “Don’t look at your phone while walking.”
“I know.” Le Cheng explained, “Someone wanted to bring me an umbrella, and I was turning him down.”
Zhou Shirui: “Who?”
Le Cheng waved his hand carelessly. “No one.”
Zhou Shirui unconsciously frowned slightly. Le Cheng’s sudden little secret inexplicably made him feel somewhat gloomy.
After paying, Le Cheng poked his head out like a curious little baby. “What did you buy?”
Zhou Shirui’s expression was indifferent. “Snacks.”
“Huh?” Le Cheng found it amazing. “You like eating snacks too?”
“I don’t.” Zhou Shirui answered this way as he held the snacks out.
“For me?” Le Cheng was a little dumbfounded, but also a little happy. “Let me see… plum-flavored candy, potato chips! And little bread too. I love these!”
After looking through them one by one, Le Cheng raised his head, very happy, his eyes sparkling as he asked, “How come you suddenly thought of buying these for me?”
“Mm.” Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes and looked at his happy expression. After a moment, he said quietly, “Wasn’t I supposed to coax you?”
