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Le Cheng’s eyes instantly widened, as though fireworks had suddenly exploded inside his mind.
Zhou Shirui’s burning lips rubbed against his, as if lightly licking them. Before he could adjust, they pried open his teeth with undeniable force and pushed inside.
“Mm…”
The air in his chest grew increasingly scarce. Tears of physiological response welled at the corners of Le Cheng’s slender eyes, making his skin appear even fairer. His tongue went numb from being sucked, while the large hand gripping the back of his neck gave him no chance to evade.
The sounds around them seemed to have been completely blocked out, leaving only the two of them breathing heavily. Le Cheng’s lower back went weak, and his entire body seemed to slide downward. Only then did the burning sensation on his lips part slightly.
Zhou Shirui’s voice was very low, almost murmured against his lips and teeth, clear and deep as it struck his ear.
“Le Cheng,” Zhou Shirui said hoarsely, “breathe.”
Only then did Le Cheng, as though he had been rescued, tremble and gasp for air. But just for a moment, Zhou Shirui kissed him again, unable to restrain himself.
He didn’t know how much time had passed. Amid the haze, Le Cheng felt himself being released.
His brain seemed to have melted during that overly intense kiss just now. In a daze, he let Zhou Shirui hold his wrist and then pull him into the car.
The drive was less than ten minutes, but Le Cheng felt as though he were walking on cotton, light-headed and utterly dazed.
It wasn’t until the car door opened again that he gradually regained some clarity, but his heart was still pounding violently.
That kiss had been far too stimulating for him.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely, approaching a standstill. When they finally arrived downstairs at the dormitory, Zhou Shirui naturally reached over and straightened his slightly crooked collar. His dark eyes lowered, making him look like the most intimate of lovers.
Le Cheng felt that he should say something. Something was wrong now, but he didn’t know what.
Oh, right. He had just kissed Zhou Shirui.
That’s right!
It was as if Le Cheng had suddenly recovered his missing brain. After stammering for two seconds, he was about to speak when he heard Zhou Shirui say quietly, “Go to sleep. I’ll wait for you downstairs tomorrow morning.”
Did that mean they would talk about it tomorrow?
Le Cheng’s heart gave a slight twitch. Were they going to break up tomorrow?
“Mm… okay.” Le Cheng was somewhat dizzy and disoriented. His whole body was like a malfunctioning little robot. He turned around somewhat blankly, unable to help wondering whether Zhou Shirui had somehow planted alcohol in his brain through that kiss.
Le Cheng went upstairs in a daze and went to sleep in a daze. It wasn’t until he woke up the next morning that he slowly came to his senses.
While washing up, he patted his cheeks, trying to pull himself together.
Okay, they were going to break up today.
Anticipation and sadness ran side by side, stirring up a complicated mess of emotions inside him.
Le Cheng thought that he hadn’t even had time to give Zhou Shirui a gift. If Zhou Shirui really wanted to compensate him later, what would he do if he felt too embarrassed to accept it?
Uneasily, Le Cheng went downstairs. From a distance, he saw a tall figure. Zhou Shirui stood there, his deep-set features showing little expression as usual. An ordinary black jacket looked strikingly good on him. Even upon seeing Le Cheng, there was no obvious emotion on his face.
Le Cheng’s heart pounded, and he became a little uncertain. Was Zhou Shirui going to say they were breaking up? That couldn’t be right. Why had he kissed him yesterday?
Zhou Shirui had already handed him breakfast. “Morning.”
Le Cheng forced himself to stay calm. “Morning.”
He lowered his head and took a bite of the beef patty. The beef and onions were paired perfectly, and the flaky, buttery pastry left a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth.
Le Cheng, who had been hungry all morning, was successfully distracted.
The two of them strolled along leisurely. The morning air was fresh and peaceful, and after filling their lungs, it gave them a relaxed feeling almost like being drunk on oxygen.
So… what exactly was going on now?
Was he too embarrassed to bring it up? No, wait. Had they actually kissed yesterday?
Le Cheng felt as though he had fallen into The Truman Show. Was he the only one who had an extra memory that everyone else didn’t have?
Could it be that he had been drinking yesterday too?
But he had drunk juice yesterday!
Le Cheng was lost in his thoughts when he suddenly heard Zhou Shirui say quietly, “Sorry.”
Le Cheng looked up. “Hmm?”
“About last night.” Zhou Shirui’s dark eyes gazed quietly at him. “I was too impulsive. I’m sorry.”
?
Le Cheng was stunned for a moment.
Was he explaining why he had kissed him?
He knew it! How could he possibly have remembered it wrong? Was it because he had been drinking? Although he didn’t want to make excuses for someone who was drunk, from a scientific perspective, alcohol really could temporarily stimulate the excitement of nerve cells, causing people to behave abnormally. But not long afterward, it would inhibit the cerebral cortex, making people drowsy. Zhou Shirui himself had said that his alcohol tolerance was poor, so had he gotten drunk yesterday?
Even if he was drunk, he shouldn’t kiss someone! No, wait… yesterday it seemed like he had been the one to initiate the teasing… But he had only done it to add fuel to the fire because he wanted them to break up!
“Mm…” Le Cheng struggled to put his thoughts into words. “It’s fine.”
Zhou Shirui: “Mm.” He paused for a moment. “Let’s go. We’re going to class.”
Le Cheng obediently agreed. After walking for a while, he couldn’t help glancing at Zhou Shirui’s calm profile.
So… they weren’t breaking up?
That was what Zhou Shirui meant, right?
His emotions had been sent on a wild roller coaster. Le Cheng couldn’t help tugging lightly at Zhou Shirui’s sleeve, only for Zhou Shirui to naturally catch his wrist.
His warm, slender fingers brushed against his skin. Zhou Shirui patiently looked at Le Cheng. “What’s wrong?”
Le Cheng’s lips moved slightly. “Nothing…”
They arrived at the teaching building without incident. Le Cheng said goodbye to Zhou Shirui, but Zhou Shirui called him back again.
“We’ll go back together at noon,” Zhou Shirui said.
“Oh… okay.” Le Cheng agreed.
The conversation should have ended there, but Zhou Shirui didn’t leave or move.
His dark eyes lowered as he studied Le Cheng’s expression, wanting to see whether he had relaxed a little.
He had been too impulsive last night. He had kissed Le Cheng, almost as though he were declaring his feelings, but Le Cheng’s expression had clearly been nervous. After thinking about it over and over in the middle of the night, he decided that Le Cheng must have been too happy, as well as surprised, and had been startled by it.
After all, adapting to the transition into a relationship also took time.
So he needed to apologize to Le Cheng.
It was their first kiss, and he should have been gentler. But Le Cheng’s lips were simply too soft, making it impossible for him to resist going deeper.
He should have had better self-control.
Zhou Shirui pressed his lips together. “Don’t be angry. This time, I was in the wrong.”
Le Cheng looked up and met Zhou Shirui’s focused gaze, feeling as though he had been scalded. With complicated emotions, he stammered, “Mm, mm! Then I’m going to class. Bye-bye!”
Le Cheng thought that he had explained himself again. It seemed he was really afraid that Le Cheng would misunderstand.
Zhou Shirui was actually a pretty good person. Afraid of making him feel awkward, he kept taking the blame onto himself.
Zhou Shirui might not be homophobic anymore, but after acting on impulse, being the decent person he was, he was too embarrassed to bring up breaking up.
Back in the classroom, Le Cheng spaced out during class. After thinking for half the lesson, he finally reached the above conclusion.
Not long after the class had begun, the classroom bell rang, and Le Cheng saw that Zhou Shirui had sent him a message.
[Zhou Andersen: Do you have class this afternoon?]
Le Cheng hesitated for a moment.
[Orange: No, why?]
[Zhou Andersen: Let’s go out to eat.]
[Orange: Sure.]
[Zhou Andersen: There might be a few friends. Do you mind?]
[Orange: It’s fine.]
After replying to the messages, Le Cheng felt a wave of confusion.
So did Zhou Shirui actually want to break up with him or not? Why would he want to go out to eat for no reason?
Le Cheng anxiously gnawed at his fingernail. Finally, when he made it through a full lecture, he saw Zhou Shirui quietly watching him from the back door.
Huh?!
Le Cheng stood up and hurried over to Zhou Shirui. The two of them were both striking enough in appearance that passersby kept turning their heads.
“Who’s that handsome guy?”
“Zhou Shirui. He’s super famous. You don’t know him?”
“Oh, I remember now! Is that his boyfriend next to him? Wow, is he picking his boyfriend up after class?”
Le Cheng asked, “Why, why did you come?”
“Don’t you want me to come?” Zhou Shirui took the textbooks from his hands. “I was afraid you’d have to wait too long.”
“No.” Le Cheng said, “I want you to come.”
Le Cheng tended to swallow some of his words when he spoke. It wasn’t a new habit. To the listener, it sounded like he had said, “I want you.”
Even though Zhou Shirui knew it was just because of his speaking habit, he still couldn’t help slightly lifting the corners of his lips. “Mm. Let’s go.”
Le Cheng left the school with him and got into the car.
The scenery around them gradually became unfamiliar. Curious yet nervous, Le Cheng asked, “Where are we going?”
Zhou Shirui told him the name of a restaurant.
Le Cheng had heard of it the last time he went out with Tan Xiaobai. It cost more than 2,000 yuan per person on average.
Le Cheng suddenly remembered that the last time he thought he was going to break up with Zhou Shirui, Zhou Shirui had also taken him out for a meal.
…This wasn’t a last meal before parting, was it?
We eat, then the two of us say bye-bye. Bye-bye it is.
Pretty dignified, at least.
Le Cheng’s feelings were difficult to put into words. He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Shirui.
His gaze was a little sad, a little happy, and also somewhat… hungry.
It was an incredibly complicated look, the kind that deserved to be included in some film textbook.
Zhou Shirui was stunned by the way he looked at him, then asked, “Hungry?”
“A little.” Le Cheng answered honestly.
Zhou Shirui lowered his head and reached into his pocket. Le Cheng was curious too, and watched as Zhou Shirui pulled out a handful of candies.
Red, green, and blue. The writing on the packaging looked like Russian, which Le Cheng couldn’t quite understand. Zhou Shirui unwrapped one for him. “Have some candy to tide you over.”
The sweet, fragrant chocolate went into his mouth, and Le Cheng’s mood revived. He blinked.
After seeing him finish it, Zhou Shirui asked again, “Do you want some water?”
Le Cheng nodded, and Zhou Shirui unscrewed the bottle cap for him.
It took them about an hour to reach their destination. Le Cheng got out of the car and went upstairs with Zhou Shirui.
The surroundings were quiet and elegant. Le Cheng looked around curiously. A server pushed open the door for them. Le Cheng looked inside and, completely caught off guard, found himself staring at a group of unfamiliar faces.
The four people stared at one another with wide eyes. For a moment, no one spoke.
“Holy sh*t.” Someone was the first to speak. Only then did the other three react.
“Brother Rui… Le Cheng, hurry and come in! We’ve been waiting for you!”
A question mark slowly appeared in Le Cheng’s mind.
When he had seen Zhou Shirui’s message during class, he had been too nervous. Thinking back now, wasn’t there an important prerequisite he had overlooked?
There would be a few friends.
Then this meal…
Zhou Shirui calmly introduced them. “This is Wei Fangyuan. This is Sheng Ye. And the one lying over there is Qian Lin.”
“It’s not me calling you out Qian Lin,” Sheng Ye said. “But can you at least pay attention to your appearance when someone’s coming?”
Qian Lin looked like he wanted to retort, but Wei Fangyuan directly pulled him upright. “That’s good enough.”
Qian Lin didn’t seem to mind either. He raised his hand and smoothed out the wrinkles in his collar.
For some inexplicable reason, Le Cheng felt a little strange.
Strange, strange… It felt so much like… meeting the parents…
He shook his head, tossing that ridiculous thought away, and nodded. “Mm, I’m Le Cheng.”
“We all know.” Sheng Ye laughed twice. “It’s our first time meeting you. I didn’t know you were this good-looking.”
Caught off guard by the compliment, Le Cheng felt a little embarrassed. He raised his fingertips and scratched his cheek. “Thank you.”
Zhou Shirui paused slightly and lifted his eyes to glance at Sheng Ye.
Pierced by what seemed like a tangible gaze, Sheng Ye suddenly coughed hard. Qian Lin drawled, “Sometimes, when people speak, they need a little artistry with their words.”
Sheng Ye looked like he wanted to swear at him.
Le Cheng couldn’t make heads or tails of it. He didn’t quite understand the hidden meaning behind their words, so he obediently sat beside Zhou Shirui and listened to them chat about everyday things.
The dishes were soon served. After eating for a while, Le Cheng completely forgot the reason he had come here in the first place. He even naturally instructed Zhou Shirui to pour him some orange juice.
His hands were greasy from peeling shrimp, so he held up his fingers. “Zhou Shirui… I can’t…”
Zhou Shirui filled his glass, then took the bowl of shrimp from in front of him.
Le Cheng’s eyes widened: Was Zhou Shirui going to steal his shrimp?
The next second.
Zhou Shirui had already swiftly peeled an entire shrimp and placed it onto his plate.
…For some reason, Le Cheng suddenly felt a little guilty. He lowered his eyes and obediently ate the shrimp meat.
Zhou Shirui peeled shrimp much faster than he did, and Le Cheng ate to his heart’s content.
The three people sitting across from them, meanwhile, looked at one another, exchanging meaningful looks.
Sheng Ye mouthed: Holy sh*t, I’m getting a mouthful of PDA. I told you we shouldn’t come, but you insisted.
Qian Lin spread his hands: You make it sound easy. Would you dare not come?
Wei Fangyuan silently said: Stop arguing. Be happy. If we’re going to eat dog food, we should at least eat it with some technical skill, okay?
Sheng Ye found this explanation rather helpless. His gaze fell on Le Cheng. The still-slightly-youthful face was already strikingly attractive, the kind that naturally drew people’s attention. No wonder Brother Rui had fallen for him without looking back.
Three hours earlier.
The three of them had received the same notification at the same time, though they were in different places. The gist was that they should come out for a meal, and he would be bringing Le Cheng with him.
They bombarded the group chat with question marks.
Obviously, the other meaning behind Zhou Shirui’s move was: Get your *sses out here and meet your sister-in-law.
[AAA Esports Male God: Wait, wait, wait, let me process this. What does this mean?]
[Handsome and Rich: It’s only been a few days, and you’ve made a huge leap in progress.]
[Yuanzai: No, Brother, are you guys actually dating?]
[Zhou Shirui: Red packet]
[Zhou Shirui: Red packet]
[Zhou Shirui: Red packet]
Zhou Shirui sent ten red packets. They scrambled to grab them, and their attitudes instantly changed.
[AAA Esports Male God: Congratulations, Big Brother, happy wedding!]
[Yuanzai: Congratulations, Big Brother, happy wedding!]
[Handsome and Rich: Congratulations, Big Brother, happy wedding!]
[Zhou Shirui: Don’t call it that randomly.]
[AAA Esports Male God: How is that random? It’s not far off, right?]
[Yuanzai: I second that.]
[Handsome and Rich: I second that.]
For some reason, Zhou Shirui sent another ten red packets.
The meal was lively and cheerful. Le Cheng was so full that he sat there rubbing his slightly round belly.
He didn’t have abs himself. His skin was very fair, and when he ate too much, his stomach would puff out slightly.
Zhou Shirui was sitting right beside him. Le Cheng’s gaze uncontrollably drifted over, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.
Would Zhou Shirui’s abs disappear when he was full?
What would that look like?
He thought about it over and over. Unable to resist any longer, he secretly tugged at Zhou Shirui’s clothes under the table.
Zhou Shirui turned his head to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
Afraid the others would hear, Le Cheng asked in a very soft voice, “Are you full?”
Zhou Shirui: “I’m full.”
“Oh…” Le Cheng blinked a few times. “Um…”
He didn’t quite know how to bring it up. He wanted to get his answer in a tactful, clever way.
So he said, “I’m full too…”
Le Cheng quickly added, “My stomach’s even puffed out.” His thick eyelashes trembled. “What about yours? Did your stomach puff out too?”
Zhou Shirui paused slightly, then slowly lowered his eyes from Le Cheng’s fair, tender face to his abdomen.
His clothes were relatively loose, so it was impossible to see much of a curve. But just imagining the sight of his fair, slightly rounded stomach, Zhou Shirui’s Adam’s apple suddenly bobbed up and down. The uncontrollable image almost seemed to appear before his eyes, making him close his eyes for a moment.
“No.” Zhou Shirui did his best to keep his voice calm. “Do you want to go downstairs and walk around since you ate too much?”
“I don’t think so…” Le Cheng didn’t get the answer he wanted and felt a little disappointed. Unwilling to give up, he asked again, “You really aren’t puffing out?”
Zhou Shirui: “I’m not.”
“But I am.” Le Cheng emphasized it again. He felt that Zhou Shirui was simply too embarrassed to admit it.
“Don’t say anything more.” He heard Zhou Shirui say this, and the wrist of the hand that had been tugging at the hem of Zhou Shirui’s clothes under the table was also caught and squeezed in punishment. “After we finish eating, let’s go for a walk.”
“Okay.” Le Cheng answered like this, suddenly realizing, go for a walk after eating? Was he going to say something?
He suddenly felt like he was about to have two hundred thousand yuan.
This feeling was so nerve-racking. Le Cheng felt that he shouldn’t receive ill-gotten gains, but! But he really was very poor!
He lowered his head, torn.
After eating, they chatted for a while, and finally decided to leave.
The other three said goodbye to Le Cheng one after another.
Wei Fangyuan said, “Brother Rui, Le Cheng, see you.”
Sheng Ye went to get the car. “Bye-bye.”
Qian Lin lifted his chin. “See you next time.”
Le Cheng also said bye-bye to them.
At the end, he turned his head and said to Zhou Shirui, “Your friends are all really nice. They’re so enthusiastic.”
He felt that they treated him pretty well and didn’t make him feel like they were difficult to get along with. They were also quite polite.
Zhou Shirui glanced at him, paused, and said, “No.”
“What?” Le Cheng looked up.
Zhou Shirui said blandly, “They’re pretending.”
Le Cheng choked. “……How do you know?”
Zhou Shirui said mercilessly, “They’re not like that in front of me.”
Le Cheng fell silent. He felt that Zhou Shirui could be quite blunt sometimes.
After seeing the three of them off, because Le Cheng felt a little too full, Zhou Shirui suggested that they walk slowly for a while. It was already the Spring Equinox, and the weather was no longer so cold. The warm afternoon sunlight spilled down, casting a layer of fluffy light over Le Cheng’s cheeks.
Zhou Shirui was extremely relaxed.
After walking for a while, Le Cheng stopped. He felt that if Zhou Shirui had something to say, he should have said it by now. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up his courage and asked, “You……are you going to tell me something?”
Zhou Shirui looked at him.
“……Yes.”
Le Cheng’s heart was beating rapidly inside his chest, making him incredibly nervous. He thought that in his current state, if Zhou Shirui gave him compensation later, he might not necessarily accept it.
“Then……” Le Cheng stammered, his long eyelashes blinking. “Then you……you can say it.”
For a long while, there was no response. By Le Cheng’s ears, it seemed as though he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly heard Zhou Shirui say, “They’re all people from the studio.”
“Hmm……?” Le Cheng was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding. “So?”
“The game you saw last time was made by the few of us.” Zhou Shirui spoke slowly. “What do you think?”
“It’s really fun.” Le Cheng thought about it and said seriously, “Even someone like me, who doesn’t like playing games, got really into it.”
“Mm.” The corners of Zhou Shirui’s lips lifted slightly. “Then do you want to join?”
Le Cheng was stunned for a second. “Join?”
Zhou Shirui said, “The suggestions and ideas you gave last time were all very good. You’re both smart and talented.”
Someone like that shouldn’t be left undiscovered.
Le Cheng looked as though he was half a beat slow to react. Zhou Shirui pursed his lips, realizing that he had been too hasty. After pausing for a moment, he added, “I’m working on the game’s Easter eggs and want to commission a CG. Can I come to you?”
“Come to me?” Only then did Le Cheng understand. “Sure.”
But he was just a small-time artist right now. Le Cheng thought for a moment. “You’re looking for me just to say this?”
“Mm.” Zhou Shirui admitted it.
Le Cheng understood. This meant they weren’t breaking up.
Maybe Zhou Shirui was still too embarrassed to bring it up.
Or perhaps Le Cheng remembered that Zhou Shirui had brought up the matter just now, had Zhou Shirui really taken a liking to his drawing skills?
Le Cheng was deep in thought when, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a storefront. He unconsciously stopped. Zhou Shirui followed his gaze and asked him, “Want some?”
The sign that read “Cyclone Big Potato” seemed to be sparkling. Le Cheng felt that he had already digested enough and wasn’t too full anymore, so he nodded honestly. “I want some.”
Zhou Shirui said, “Okay.”
“I want one! Extra spicy!” Le Cheng instructed.
Zhou Shirui had barely been gone for long when Le Cheng suddenly heard a ding from the phone in his pocket.
[Alipay received , 100,000 yuan]
?
Breakup fee??
No way, right? Le Cheng suddenly came to his senses. Could this be his commission fee……?
One hundred thousand for commissioning a single CG?
Le Cheng was completely dumbfounded. In his previous life, even after two years in the industry, he had never received a price like this.
Zhou Shirui soon bought it back. From a distance, he saw Le Cheng sitting in a small pavilion beside them using it for a purpose he didn’t know, propping up his face with his hand. His eyes were bright, and when he saw him, he looked like a little dog seeing a piece of meat.
“You’re back!” Le Cheng immediately went forward, took it from him, and bit into it. “It’s good!”
Such an easily satisfied little expression.
Le Cheng held it and munched on it, revealing a slender, fair wrist. Zhou Shirui walked slowly beside him, listening to the crisp “crunch, crunch” of Le Cheng biting into the potato.
After struggling with it for a moment, Le Cheng still couldn’t help asking, “Zhou Shirui……did you transfer the wrong amount of money to me?”
Zhou Shirui: “Hmm?”
“It’s just that……” Le Cheng hesitated for a moment. “Ten……”
“No.” Zhou Shirui answered very decisively. “What’s wrong?”
It really was one hundred thousand yuan for a single commission?!
Le Cheng hurriedly shook his head. “Nothing, nothing……”
Although he knew that Zhou Shirui was generous, this was way too generous!
Then if he……saved up a little more, wouldn’t he soon be able to pay off his debt with his own hands?
Le Cheng looked at the sky in the distance, and his mood suddenly became very good.
He couldn’t help praising Zhou Shirui. “Zhou Shirui, you’re really nice.”
He had given him one hundred thousand yuan as a commission fee. It felt like in another couple of days, he would be able to live a debt-free life!
By then, he wouldn’t have to rack his brains trying to get Zhou Shirui to ask for a breakup! They could break up peacefully! They could even be friends!
Le Cheng was delighted.
Zhou Shirui looked at his profile and couldn’t help the corners of his lips from curving upward. Very calmly, he said, “Mm.”
Le Cheng walked around with him while eating.
The Cyclone Big Potato was way too spicy. After finally finishing one, Le Cheng felt so spicy that he kept sucking in breaths and couldn’t help saying, “So spicy, so spicy, so spicy……”
He tugged at Zhou Shirui. “Zhou Shirui, it’s so spicy……”
Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes. Le Cheng was still describing to him how spicy it was, his full, beautiful lips opening and closing as if he really had been burned by the spice. Against his snow-white skin, his lips looked plump like berries, exceptionally red and moist.
Zhou Shirui’s breathing stilled slightly.
“I’m dying from the spiciness.” Le Cheng continued stubbornly in a small voice, “Look, look, is my mouth swollen?”
But Zhou Shirui seemed as though his ears had been blocked. His gaze remained fixed on those especially red lips, and his Adam’s apple rolled forcefully once.
He wanted to do something.
But he remembered that the last time he kissed Le Cheng, Le Cheng had seemed very nervous, so he moved his gaze away and forcibly restrained himself.
Not today.
“Mm.” Zhou Shirui said, “I bought you some water.”
“Really?” Le Cheng was delighted. “Wow, you’re so thoughtful!”
He took it and gulped down two big mouthfuls. They hailed a taxi and returned to school.
On the way, Le Cheng was really sleepy. He had eaten too much, and his thin stomach was slightly bulging. It felt as though all the blood had gathered in his stomach to digest the food, making him so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open.
The car had only driven halfway when Le Cheng fell asleep with his eyes closed.
His head tilted to the side, his fair cheek resting against Zhou Shirui’s shoulder. He looked completely defenseless, his eyelashes long and thick, his delicate nostrils rising and falling gently with each breath.
Zhou Shirui tilted his head slightly. From Le Cheng’s straight, raised nose, his gaze moved to his beautifully shaped, full lips. His sleeping appearance was so obedient, so cute.
His heart fluttered slightly.
Zhou Shirui stared for a long while before lowering his head, restraining himself as much as he could. As though treating the most precious thing in the world, he gently, ever so gently, placed a kiss on the tips of Le Cheng’s hair.
His.
Le Cheng.
