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Once New Year’s Eve had passed, it was the New Year.
As soon as Le Cheng opened his eyes that morning, Cao Fanqin dragged him outside to help out.
He ate dumplings in a daze, yawning nonstop from sleepiness. Le Cheng had stayed up to see in the New Year the night before, staying awake until the middle of the night. By then, he had actually been extremely bored and couldn’t resist the urge to bother Zhou Shirui, but in the end, he had managed to hold himself back.
Although his persona was someone who loved to make a fuss, sending messages in the middle of the night would definitely make him seem overly fussy, but!
When Le Cheng thought about how Zhou Shirui had probably spent New Year alone and gone to bed early, he couldn’t bear to do it.
Forget it.
Le Cheng comforted himself with this. Whether he caused trouble early or late, he was still going to cause trouble. It didn’t make a difference whether he waited another day or two.
After finishing his dumplings, Le Cheng saw that Zhou Shirui had sent him a message.
[Zhou Andersen: Are you up?]
[Orange: Just got up… I’m dying of sleepiness QAQ]
[Orange: I’m actually a little jealous of you. You must have gone to bed super early yesterday!]
Le Cheng sent a pitiful little emoji.
It was almost as if he himself were scrunching up his face and looking pitiful.
Zhou Shirui looked at the message, his fingertip lingering over the little expression for a moment. Although he himself had also barely slept last night, he still typed back a simple [Mm.]
Le Cheng chatted with him intermittently. Then he saw Zhou Shirui ask: [Cheng Yufei told me you wanted to come out?]
When had that even happened? Le Cheng was stunned for a moment before remembering, after quite a while, that it was the excuse he had used when he was trying to fish for information.
[Orange: Nooo, I said that because I was trying to get information out of him. I wanted to find out where you lived, so I deliberately said that.]
[Orange: Aren’t I really smart! Cheng Yufei didn’t even notice!]
His lively tone almost made it possible to imagine Le Cheng’s animated expression. Zhou Shirui pressed his lips together, two completely opposite emotions surfacing in his heart, softness and a faint restlessness. Somewhat irrationally, he thought that Cheng Yufei was simply too stupid.
[Zhou Andersen: Mm, very smart.]
After finishing his meal, Le Cheng stopped chatting with him and prepared to go back to sleep for a while. He sent him: [I’m going to sleep. So sleepy.]
[Zhou Andersen: Go to sleep.]
Zhou Shirui wasn’t sure what had motivated him to ask that question. He stood on the balcony for a while, then went downstairs to run.
There was a dedicated gym in the apartment, as well as a treadmill, but Zhou Shirui still preferred running outside.
In the early morning, before the sun had risen, every breath of air inhaled into his lungs made his whole body feel refreshed.
Zhou Shirui ran for more than an hour this time.
Even in winter, sweat soaked through the front of his inner shirt. He went upstairs, took off his clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket, exposing his bare upper body, then took a shower.
He came out while drying his hair, his phone vibrating nonstop. Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes and saw that [A Very Serious Group (4)] was calling him out to hang out.
This was their studio group chat.
[Yuanzai: @Zhou Shirui First day of the New Year, Brother Rui, come out and have some fun]
[AAA Esports God: @Zhou Shirui Do us the honor, come hang out]
[Handsome and Rich: @Zhou Shirui Same old place.]
Zhou Shirui didn’t have many friends, and he had a cold personality. Including Cheng Yufei, there were only three people left in the studio.
[Zhou Shirui: Not going]
[Yuanzai: Are you really this cold?]
[AAA Esports God: Why aren’t you coming out anymore? Did some little vixen grab onto your arm and refuse to let you come?]
[Handsome and Rich: Eh, that really could be possible]
The three people at the studio also knew that Zhou Shirui was dating someone, and they knew why they were dating. They just hadn’t met the person, because they weren’t at the same school.
They had been high school classmates. After starting university, although they weren’t at the same university, they were quite close. They were all in the same university town and also lived in C City. Normally, they worked on development at the studio Zhou Shirui had specifically rented, and only came out to hang out during holidays.
Zhou Shirui lifted his eyes and glanced at the messages. The group had already begun making up rumors on their own.
[Yuanzai: Your tone is so bad. Brother Rui, don’t tell me you had a fight with your little boyfriend?]
[AAA Esports God: Come out and play. I’ll talk some sense into you]
[Handsome and Rich: Fighting on the first day of the New Year. One word, tragic]
Zhou Shirui stared expressionlessly at the group messages.
[Zhou Shirui: We didn’t fight.]
[AAA Esports God: Don’t believe you]
[Yuanzai: Don’t believe you]
[Handsome and Rich: Don’t believe you]
…
In the end, Zhou Shirui still went.
On the first day of the New Year, hardly any stores were open, so they went to the studio and brought their own food and beer.
Wei Fangyuan opened the beer and poured it into cups. Sheng Ye stepped on a crate of beer and showed off as he drank while chatting nonsense, while Qian Lin lazily half-lay on the sofa in a Ge You slouch, occasionally throwing out a few sarcastic comments.
The phone Zhou Shirui had placed on the coffee table rang.
He lowered his eyes and saw that Le Cheng was asking where he was.
[Zhou Andersen: The studio. You’re awake?]
[Orange: Awake]
[Orange: Really?]
[Orange: Time for a roll call!]
[Orange: Right now, immediately, tell me how many people there are, where you are, and hold up a six!]
“Come over here.” Zhou Shirui suddenly spoke.
The three of them immediately fell silent. Wei Fangyuan looked confused. “What’s up?”
Qian Lin and Sheng Ye also turned to look at him.
Zhou Shirui: “Hold up a six. I’m taking a picture. Hurry.”
The three exchanged looks. What a strange request. Then they all held up sixes.
Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes and replied to Le Cheng.
[Zhou Andersen: Picture, picture]
Wei Fangyuan was curious. Qian Lin lifted his chin, and Wei Fangyuan walked over. He lowered his head and took a glance. His expression immediately became strange and shocked. “No way, Bro… you, you’re being checked up on?”
Zhou Shirui lifted his eyes and glanced at him, then turned off the screen, his expression showing a hint of impatience.
As soon as those words came out, the other two weren’t calm anymore either, all of them letting out simple exclamations like “Holy sh*t” and “F*ck” to express their emotions.
Zhou Shirui ignored them and walked out.
The three immediately started gossiping about him openly.
“Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!” Wei Fangyuan led the charge.
“You’re sure you didn’t see wrong?” Sheng Ye was incredibly shocked.
“He definitely didn’t see wrong.” Qian Lin said lazily. “Little Yuanzi isn’t nearsighted. Unlike you, nearsighted and still refusing to wear glasses.”
“Hey, f*ck.” Sheng Ye frowned. “If I had Zhou Shirui’s face, the kind that looks ridiculously handsome even with glasses on, would I need to wear them? Besides, I’m only at 80 degrees! Okay?”
“You two stop arguing. You’re both handsome, both handsome.” Wei Fangyuan had a very good temper and couldn’t help smoothing things over. “Who’s checking up on him? And Brother Rui is actually willingly letting him do it?”
Sheng Ye was certain. “He’s completely lovesick.”
Qian Lin pondered. “He’s completely lovesick.”
Everyone unanimously agreed, believing that Zhou Shirui had definitely lost his mind over love.
Meanwhile, Zhou Shirui himself returned to the room after coming out of the bathroom.
Le Cheng was eating an apple. He looked at the picture Zhou Shirui had sent, opened it, and stared at the three unfamiliar people, his expression somewhat bewildered.
[Orange: Huh?]
[Orange: Y-you asked them to take it?]
Zhou Shirui pushed the door open and walked in. The three people inside immediately changed the subject and began making small talk.
Zhou Shirui was a little confused.
[Zhou Andersen: Mm, what’s wrong?]
Le Cheng was so embarrassed that he wanted to curl himself up and crawl into a crack in the floor. Actually, when he said he was checking up on him, he was just saying it casually. Zhou Shirui taking a photo of himself and sending him a six would have been enough. Forget it, forget it. Le Cheng consoled himself. This could also count as establishing his persona in front of Zhou Shirui’s friends. Being embarrassed was being embarrassed, but he wasn’t losing out.
Thinking this, Le Cheng poked at the screen and typed.
[Orange: No, then you play. I won’t bother you anymore.]
The three of Wei Fangyuan seemed to be chatting idly, but in reality, all three had stretched their heads out, unable to resist sneaking glances at who exactly Zhou Shirui was chatting with.
Could it really be that little boyfriend?
What was the little boyfriend’s name again, Fruit Orange? Le Cheng?
Wei Fangyuan had good eyesight and caught sight of the message sent from the white-striped chat box.
Then he saw that Zhou Shirui, without much hesitation, typed with his slender fingertips.
[Zhou Andersen: Not a bother.]
Wei Fangyuan: ???
He was a little speechless. He watched Zhou Shirui start chatting with the person on the other end about nonsense.
Most of it was just random bullsh*t. The topic had even drifted to what they had eaten earlier, what brand of beer they were drinking, what the studio’s renovations looked like, and whether there were flowers on the coffee table.
Wei Fangyuan couldn’t hold back anymore and asked, “Big Brother, are you chatting with that… that little boyfriend?”
Zhou Shirui didn’t even spare him a glance and answered quite calmly, “Mm.”
Wei Fangyuan looked at his Bro. Zhou Shirui was just sitting on the sofa with his phone in his hand, his long legs casually spread apart, his profile sharply defined, a pair of glasses resting on the straight bridge of his nose, his lips very pale. He looked utterly cold and indifferent, yet somehow Wei Fangyuan could make out a trace of something subtle… happiness.
Yes, Zhou Shirui seemed to be happy.
Holy sh*t, how strange.
Wei Fangyuan felt like he must have gone crazy, but he couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he thought. After stammering for a while, he finally asked honestly, “Then why are you making things so complicated?” Wei Fangyuan said, “If you want to see him, why don’t you just ask him to come out?”
Zhou Shirui’s fingertips paused, and his heart seemed to be tugged at: “What?”
Qian Lin lay on the sofa and pursed his lips. He and Wei Fangyuan had been secretly observing Zhou Shirui for a long time: “Didn’t Yuanzi just say it? If you want to see him, ask him to come out.”
“Don’t speak.” Qian Lin tossed a nut into his mouth, his tone slow. “You’ve been talking about all this pointless stuff here. Isn’t it because you’re thinking about him?”
There was no purpose to it, and it was completely meaningless. With every ordinary sentence he typed, it was as though he was silently saying one thing.
I miss you so much.
I want to see you.
Zhou Shirui’s Adam’s apple rolled once. He suddenly realized what that restless feeling, which had lasted from when he woke up in the morning until now and had only just eased, was.
It was that he wanted to see Le Cheng a little.
Is it strange to want to see someone?
Not strange at all.
Just like he occasionally wanted to see his friends from the studio.
But at this moment, Zhou Shirui was sitting indoors, yet he felt as though wind was howling beside his ears. Only after he calmed down did he realize that it was because his heartbeat had quickened, pounding against his eardrums like waves of drumming.
Le Cheng had spent the New Year with him. This was probably the first time someone had accompanied him through the New Year. The house was full of Le Cheng’s traces, Le Cheng’s scent. Wanting to see Le Cheng was like a sudden withdrawal reaction, it wasn’t unexpected.
Zhou Shirui said as though he were completely unperturbed, “His home isn’t in C City.”
“So what if it’s not in C City?” Sheng Ye crossed his legs in a careless manner. “High-speed rail, planes, and subways are so developed now. Just have him come over. It probably wouldn’t even take an hour, right?”
Zhou Shirui showed little expression. He lowered his head to look at his phone and quickly said, “Taking a vehicle would be very tiring.”
Huh??
The three people who had just been lively looked at one another and suddenly fell silent, wondering if they had heard wrong. T-taking a vehicle would be tiring?
Wei Fangyuan felt that his Big Bro’s condition wasn’t simply a case of being bewitched anymore. Sheng Ye was straightforward and quick to speak, and before he could stop himself, he said, “Then go find him.”
Go find him.
A ripple arose in Zhou Shirui’s heart. His eyelashes lowered. Go find Le Cheng?
This was a very simple thing. He could drive over right now.
But he couldn’t. Le Cheng liked him, and that affection naturally shone upon him like sunlight. As for him, with what mindset, with what feelings, would he go see Le Cheng?
Zhou Shirui’s thoughts were chaotic. After spending three days together with Le Cheng, the subtle withdrawal reaction made it impossible for him to determine what exactly this meant.
He shouldn’t selfishly tease Le Cheng because of a momentary impulse.
Zhou Shirui closed his eyes briefly. “No.”
Unable to understand what kind of strange psychology this was, Sheng Ye took a sip of his alcohol. “Alright, forget it, forget it. Just don’t regret it later.”
***
Time passed quickly. On the day of the Lantern Festival, Le Cheng called Zhou Shirui.
“Today is the Lantern Festival. Did you light a lantern?” Le Cheng asked lazily as he lay on the bed.
Zhou Shirui glanced at the lantern that had already dried up and shriveled, having burned out on New Year’s Eve, and said, “Mm, I did.”
“That’s good,” Le Cheng said with a smile. “I was afraid you’d forget.”
“Zhou Shirui.” Le Cheng asked again, “Are you home alone today?”
“Mm.”
“It’s okay.” Le Cheng said, “We’re about to start school. Ah… once school starts, I won’t be able to sleep in my big bed anymore.”
Le Cheng sounded a little sad. The words “start school” landed lightly in his heart, like a feather, and Zhou Shirui’s attention unconsciously shifted.
“But once school starts, I’ll be able to see you.” Le Cheng said happily, “There are benefits too!” When they didn’t see each other, his straight-man action plan had been put on hold for a long time!
It was really inconvenient!
Zhou Shirui didn’t say anything. Le Cheng was called by Cao Fanqin, so he hung up the phone.
It was soon time for school to start.
After Le Cheng pulled his suitcase along and boarded the high-speed train, he saw that three different people had sent him messages on his phone.
Cao Fanqin and Le Shuhai asked whether he had gotten on the train and told him to let them know once he arrived at school.
Zhou Shirui, meanwhile, sent one sentence: [Where?]
Le Cheng took a photo of the high-speed train and sent it to him.
[Orange: I’ve gotten on the high-speed train. I should arrive at school soon.]
[Zhou Andersen: I’ll come pick you up.]
Le Cheng was a little surprised.
Actually, having Zhou Shirui come pick him up was pretty good. And taking the high-speed train back and having his boyfriend come pick him up was also quite in line with his clingy-persona image.
But—
[Orange: No need, no need. Tan Xiaobai and I made plans in advance. His train arrives only ten minutes later than mine, so we’ll go back together then.]
After the message was sent, it took Zhou Shirui quite a while to reply.
[Zhou Andersen: Okay.]
[Zhou Andersen: If anything happens, call me.]
Only then did Le Cheng put his phone away.
He had gotten up early and was a little sleepy, so he set an alarm and dozed for a while on the high-speed train. Soon, they arrived at the station.
Since it was the start of the school term, there were especially many people. Le Cheng dragged his suitcase over and sat to the side, waiting. After about ten minutes, Tan Xiaobai called him.
“Le Cheng! Where are you? I’ve exited the station!”
Le Cheng: “I’m in the little pavilion next to the exit. A black suitcase with a zebra printed on it. Do you see me?”
“Okay, okay.” Tan Xiaobai said, “I’ll come find you.”
Before long, Le Cheng spotted Tan Xiaobai from a distance. After an entire winter, he had gotten a little tanned.
Tan Xiaobai ran over. “Le Cheng!” He was slightly out of breath. “Have you been waiting long?”
Le Cheng shook his head. “Just for a little while. Let’s go.”
There were far too many people at the high-speed railway station. Le Cheng and Tan Xiaobai couldn’t flag down a car no matter how hard they tried. Le Cheng also didn’t want to take an unlicensed car, while Tan Xiaobai used a ride-hailing app, but probably because of the way the platform dispatched rides, they couldn’t get one at all.
The weather was quite cold. Le Cheng and Tan Xiaobai resolutely walked out of the high-speed railway station and wandered about five hundred meters before they saw someone who had rented a small electric three-wheeler.
Tan Xiaobai, being very socially fearless, ran over and asked where they had rented it. The kind person pointed them in the right direction. Le Cheng and Tan Xiaobai rented a vehicle and finally embarked on the swaying, bumpy journey back to school.
Le Cheng sat in the back, chatting intermittently with Tan Xiaobai. The cold winter wind blew across his cheeks, making them feel a little chilly.
He saw that Zhou Shirui was asking where he was.
Le Cheng lowered his head and poked at the screen to reply to him.
***
In the quiet room, the only sound was the faint clicking of a mechanical keyboard. Cheng Yufei turned his head. After seeing Zhou Shirui lower his eyes to look at his phone for the sixteenth time, he asked curiously, “What’s wrong? You keep looking at your phone.”
“No.” Zhou Shirui frowned, the restlessness in his heart refusing to go away.
He had sent Le Cheng a message half an hour ago, but Le Cheng still hadn’t replied. Unable to hold himself back, he called Le Cheng, but there was no answer either.
Not only that, he had also tried contacting Tan Xiaobai, but there was no response from him either.
“Bzzzz—”
Zhou Shirui’s brow twitched. He lowered his eyes, and when he saw the contact name Le Cheng, he immediately answered.
“Le Cheng?”
“Zhou Shirui…” Le Cheng’s voice was muffled. “You don’t have to wait for me anymore…”
“What happened?” Zhou Shirui frowned. After a pause, he asked, “What’s wrong with your voice?”
And Le Cheng himself was currently troubled as he used the ice pack the nurse had given him to ice his face, looking utterly dejected as he said, “It’s just… it’s just that there was a little problem…”
Time rewound half an hour.
Tan Xiaobai volunteered himself, saying that he was very good at riding three-wheelers back in his hometown and guaranteed that nothing would go wrong, so he took Le Cheng and rode very quickly.
There was congestion along the way, mainly because there were too many people. In order to take a shortcut, Tan Xiaobai followed the navigation on the DeDe Maps app and was led into a small road. Because he handled it improperly, he directly flipped, people and vehicle alike, into the ditch beside the road.
The ditch wasn’t deep, and there was no water, but the fall hurt quite a bit.
Although Le Cheng wasn’t the one driving, he was too embarrassed to say anything now.
Tan Xiaobai had fallen hard enough to suffer a mild concussion. Le Cheng was comparatively lucky. When he fell, his cheek hit the handrail and damaged a small piece of his gum. Nothing else.
When they were brought to the hospital, the doctor asked what had happened, but Le Cheng was reluctant to say much.
Tan Xiaobai was lying in the hospital room and had to stay overnight for observation. Le Cheng rinsed his mouth, and the kind nurse gave him an ice pack. Le Cheng covered his face with it, and only then had time to look at his phone.
Zhou Shirui had sent him many messages and made many phone calls.
“It’s just, don’t ask.” Le Cheng was embarrassed. “I-I’ll… I’ll be back at school tomorrow!”
Zhou Shirui could hear the evasiveness in his tone, and his voice became slightly lower. “Le Cheng.”
“Okay, okay.” Le Cheng reluctantly said in a small voice, “Tan Xiaobai and I are at the hospital.”
“Hospital?” Zhou Shirui’s pupils contracted slightly. For a moment, he actually found it difficult to breathe. “What happened to you? Which hospital are you at?”
Le Cheng spoke unclearly, “I’m fine. We, um, we flipped the vehicle and came in, no, we crashed and came…”
He suddenly stopped speaking. Even through the phone, his face turned red as he tried to explain himself. “Anyway, I’m fine…”
Zhou Shirui’s attention wasn’t on whether they had flipped over or crashed. He lowered his voice and said solemnly, “Okay, then wait there obediently for me. I’ll be there soon.”
Zhou Shirui quickly took off his headphones and grabbed the coat beside him. His movements were swift, his expression extremely cold.
Cheng Yufei looked at him in surprise. “No, you’re in such a hurry. Where are you going?”
“Hospital.” Zhou Shirui calmly said, “I might not come back tonight. Help me ask for leave.”
“Hey—” Cheng Yufei reached out.
“Bang!”
The door shut right in front of him, bringing in a gust of cool air. Cheng Yufei stood dazed in the wind for several seconds before silently withdrawing his hand like Erkang.
On the way there, Zhou Shirui’s heart was pounding wildly. He had probably never experienced this kind of feeling before. A complicated, indescribable emotion surged through his heart. When he arrived at the hospital, he got out of the car so quickly that the driver almost thought he was trying to skip out on the fare.
“Hey! Young man, you…”
Zhou Shirui pulled out several emergency cash bills. “No need for change.”
Zhou Shirui had been to this hospital before. It was right in the center of C City. Relying on his memory, he quickly went upstairs, his brows tightly furrowed, and soon saw Le Cheng.
Le Cheng was sitting on a long bench outside the hospital room, hanging his head dejectedly, his shoulders slightly slumped, curled up into a very small ball. His fluffy hair was a little messy. He didn’t look like he was seriously injured.
Zhou Shirui quietly let out a breath of relief and walked over. Once he stopped, Le Cheng noticed him and raised his head. His dark, glossy eyes immediately widened. First he looked happy, then a little shifty, as though embarrassed. He lowered his eyelashes and said, “You came?”
Only at this moment did Zhou Shirui feel that his heart had finally returned to his chest.
He bent slightly at the waist, feeling the indescribable calmness of the moment. With one hand resting on his knee, he looked at Le Cheng. “What happened?”
Le Cheng frowned and explained the whole story to him.
Of course, he left out the part about flipping into the ditch.
By the end, Le Cheng felt so embarrassed that he reluctantly mustered up his courage and put on the attitude of a spoiled brat. “You’re not allowed to secretly laugh at me!”
Zhou Shirui’s voice was calm. “I won’t laugh at you.”
Immediately afterward, Le Cheng felt his wrist being gripped. Zhou Shirui used just a little bit of force. “Come with me. Let me take a look at your wound.”
Le Cheng didn’t want him to look. He had already looked at it himself just now. His cheek had been bumped hard enough to swell a little, making him look somewhat comical.
But Zhou Shirui looked into his eyes, leaving him no choice but to agree.
He was very uneasy. “You’d better secretly laugh at me in your heart.” Don’t let me hear it.
“I won’t laugh at you.” Zhou Shirui answered the same way again.
They went to the restroom. Le Cheng saw Zhou Shirui washing his hands with disinfectant. He washed them very carefully and thoroughly, even cleaning under his nails.
Le Cheng stood stupidly beside him with the ice pack covering his face, somewhat unable to understand.
“Come out.” Zhou Shirui called to him after washing his hands.
Le Cheng followed behind him and entered the stairwell with him.
There were doors leading upstairs and downstairs in the stairwell. It was very quiet. Normally, no one used this route at all; everyone took the elevator.
Zhou Shirui stopped, and Le Cheng stopped with him.
Zhou Shirui was too tall, so Le Cheng had to tilt his face upward to look at him.
“Open your mouth.” Zhou Shirui’s voice was somewhat cold.
Le Cheng didn’t understand, but he still put down the ice pack and slowly opened his mouth.
Zhou Shirui suddenly moved closer, so close that it seemed their noses were about to touch. His warm breath, mixed with a faint mint scent, kept brushing over him.
Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Le Cheng’s cheek. A small patch of his fair, delicate skin was red, as though he had been bitten by a mosquito.
“You…” The distance was too close, and Le Cheng felt a little embarrassed. He guiltily turned his head slightly to the side, but Zhou Shirui placed one hand against the wall, blocking his way.
It was as though he were trapped between the wall and Zhou Shirui’s body. Le Cheng looked up at him in a slight daze. Zhou Shirui raised his hand, and Le Cheng shrank back a little.
“Don’t dodge.” Zhou Shirui said.
His low voice struck against Le Cheng’s eardrums, and the tips of his ears instantly turned red.
Immediately afterward, cool fingers touched his cheek and then… slipped into his mouth, touching his teeth.
Le Cheng’s eyes instantly widened. He could feel Zhou Shirui’s long fingers feeling around inside, even brushing against the tip of his tongue.
“Does your tooth hurt?” he heard Zhou Shirui ask quietly.
Le Cheng’s face turned completely red. He instinctively shook his head. “N-no, it doesn’t…”
“Why didn’t you call me right away?” Zhou Shirui asked again.
His pitch-black eyes lowered. Looking at Zhou Shirui like this, Le Cheng felt as though he was a little angry. His heart felt guilty, and his eyes began darting around, his long eyelashes trembling.
Zhou Shirui’s two fingers were still inside his mouth, making it seem as though Zhou Shirui were bullying him.
“Speak.” Zhou Shirui said.
Le Cheng looked up and met Zhou Shirui’s pure black eyes.
“Le Cheng.” Zhou Shirui seemed to let out a sigh. He closed his eyes briefly, his voice deep and hoarse. “…You really don’t listen.”
