Chapter 5 (1/2)

Chapter 5

Edited by: Planetes

By the time Fang Zhaomu reached home, he was about to turn into a block of ice. With a heavy head, he first went to the bathroom for a shower, then climbed into his bed and fell asleep for two hours. His hunger woke him up in the afternoon. Looking through his kitchen, he did not have anything edible, and could only prepare a glass of milk and went back to his bed. As he cupped his hands about the glass and drank a few mouthfuls, he suddenly heard his phone alerting him of new messages.

Fang Zhaomu put down the glass and picked up his phone. Andrew had sent him a message, asking if he was home already. Fang Zhaomu was a little astonished, he looked at the time, and realised that it had already been four hours since he sent Andrew the last message. Andrew must have been really busy at work if he only thought to ask Fang Zhaomu if he had reached home four hours later.

“I’m already home,” Fang Zhaomu told Andrew. “I even took a nap, but you’re just done with work.”

“Yeah.” Andrew replied with only one word.

Fang Zhaomu drank more of his milk. He was too lazy to pull his curtains apart to take a look at the outside world, and so, he asked Andrew, “Has the rain stopped?”

Andrew replied, “It had already stopped.”

Fang Zhaomu could not help complaining to Andrew. “I’ve always suspected that I’m being haunted by a rain demon. As long as I don’t bring an umbrella with me, no matter how clear the sky is, it’ll end up raining. And when I get back home, the rain would stop.”

After awhile, Andrew responded. “Superstitious.”

Fang Zhaomu looked at the word, and felt that Andrew was so stiff that he was becoming adorable. Thinking about it, he then used a very mysterious tone and said to Andrew, “I’m at home, and there’s no one around. I can take a photo now, do you want to see it?”

Fang Zhaomu then added, “If you want to see it, send me a voice message. If you don’t, just text a reply.”

Fang Zhaomu really liked talking to people, but there was no one he could talk to in school.

Now that there was Andrew, a person he did not know but was attracted to, Fang Zhaomu could help but tease him.

Not long after, Andrew really sent him a voice message. Fang Zhaomu played it, and Andrew had used his cold and aloof voice to tell Fang Zhaomu, “I don’t want to see it.”

Hugging his phone to his chest, Fang Zhaomu laughed for a long time. He then carelessly took a photo and sent it to Andrew, scoffing at him, “If you didn’t want to see it, why did you send a voice message?”

Song Yuanxun was at the library with a few of his business school classmates. Seeing the photo and voice message popping up on his phone screen, his hand paused for a moment before opening the photo Fang Zhaomu had sent over.

Fang Zhaomu had really taken this photo very casually. About half of it was his blanket, revealing his shoulder and a little half of his face. His right eye was not captured fully, and his cheeks were flushed with sleep, the corners of his mouth curving up. Fang Zhaomu had a pair of alluring eyes, and there was a very tiny mole at one corner of his eyes . Although the light in the room was dim, and the shot was also taken by the front camera of his phone, his eyes had gleamed as though they were wet.

Song Yuanxun only looked at the photo for a few seconds and kept his phone. However, for some reason, Fang Zhaomu’s eyes kept drifting about in his head, and never left.