Chapter 4 (2/2)

“… Fine.” Zhao Han also did not dare to continue being insistent with Song Yuanxun. Aggrievedly, he hung up, and went to register a new account.

After hanging up, Song Yuanxun again received a message from Fang Zhaomu. He replied “I’m really quite busy” and locked his phone. He took a look at Zhou Meng’s progress, and when he walked back to the staircase, he happened across Fang Zhaomu, who was coming downstairs carrying his bag.

As it was warm in the lab, Fang Zhaomu removed his coat and carried it on his arm. On him was a light coloured, wide collar sweater, revealing a large patch of his extremely pale chest. On one shoulder hung the strap of his bag, trapping the collar of his top, while his sweater had slid down from the other side of his shoulder. It looked extremely indecent, and Song Yuanxun only took a glance before looking away.

As they walked past each other, the back of Fang Zhaomu’s hand brushed past Song Yuanxun’s forearm just as he happened to be raising it. The skin from the back of Fang Zhaomu’s hand was very soft, together with the sickly sweet scent wafting off his body, it made Song Yuanxun utterly discomforted.

Not long after he returned to his seat, he received another message from Fang Zhaomu.

“City C is raining now, did you bring an umbrella?”

Fang Zhaomu took a photo and sent it to Song Yuanxun, and Song Yuanxun opened it. The rain outside did seem quite heavy, and through the rain, the air looked foggy.

As though possessed, Song Yuanxun replied Fang Zhaomu, “Did you bring one?”

“I didn’t,” Fang Zhaomu told Song Yuanxun pitifully. “I will have to run home in the rain.”

Song Yuanxun had not want to reply, but after seeing the photo Fang Zhaomu sent him, he ended up slowly typing, “Can’t you wait for the rain to stop before leaving?”

“Mn, I don’t want to stay in the lab. Those people are very irritating,” Fang Zhaomu said. “I’ll contact you again when I’m home.”

Song Yuanxun stared at his computer screen, looking at the data on it. After a few seconds, he stood up and walked to the window, gazing down to the outside.

Fang Zhaomu was dressed in his coat, carrying his bag and walking in the rain. Looking at him from the fifth storey, he looked very tiny. It seemed like he was hugging himself because of the cold, and was walking as fast as he could.

Song Yuanxun did not know where Fang Zhaomu was staying at, but no matter where it was, to walk home in this heavy rain, he would probably end up completely drenched.

“Brother Yuan!” Zhang Ranyu came upstairs with a tablet and called out to Song Yuanxun. “Look at these two groups of data, don’t you think there is a slight problem with them?”

Song Yuanxun walked towards him, temporarily placing the thought of Fang Zhaomu in the rain at the back of his head.