Chapter 13 (2/2)

Fang Zhaomu burst out laughing. “I’m just joking. Whatever you feel like eating, I can always accompany you.”

“Oh?”

Fang Zhaomu could hear Andrew tapping on his keyboard, and remembered that Andrew seemed to be working overtime. He then shyly said, “I’ll eat first, you should go back to your work.”

“Mn,” Andrew stopped typing. “Eat a bit more, you’re too thin.”

“I’m not too thin.” Fang Zhaomu objected.

“You are.” Andrew was like a strict trainer at a gym criticising Fang Zhaomu’s figure.

“You’ve never even seen me before…” Fang Zhaomu’s voice was small. He looked at his table filled with boxes, and his heart was moved. “Andrew, when you’re done with your work, do you… want to have a video chat with me?”

Andrew kept silent, and Fang Zhaomu added. “You don’t have to turn on your camera.”

After a moment of silence, Andrew replied. “Ok.”

Half an hour later, Fang Zhaomu received a message from Andrew. “I’ve reached the hotel.”

Done with dinner, Fang Zhaomu was lying on his bed reading. He had almost fallen asleep, only to be jerked awake by his text notification.

Putting his book aside, he asked Andrew, “Can we chat now?”

Andrew did not call him, only sending him a reply. “We can.”

Fang Zhaomu could only send the request for a video chat himself, and Andrew accepted it immediately.

When the call connected, Fang Zhaomu placed his phone on the stand of the cupboard by his bedside, and greeted Andrew as he sat on his bed.

Andrew’s display was black, and so Fang Zhaomu widened his own display instead. He was dressed in a grey silk sleeping robe, and looking at his display, he realised the robe was gaping too widely. Tightening the robe with his hand, he greeted Andrew, “You see, I’m not too thin, right?”

It seemed like Andrew did not agree, and so did not directly answer Fang Zhaomu’s question. “Was the dessert delicious?”

“It was,” Fang Zhaomu smiled at his phone. “It was very yummy, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Fang Zhaomu blinked, “You’ve returned so late, aren’t you tired?”

“I’m not.” Andrew’s breathing was very quiet, his voice very calm, and Fang Zhaomu was unable to detect what he was feeling.

“You always have so little things to say,” Fang Zhaomu grabbed a corner of his blanket and covered his legs with it. He looked at his display on his phone, “You make me seem like I’m very talkative — Andrew, do you think I’m annoying?”

“No.” Maybe he realised that he really spoke very little, and so Andrew added, “You’re not annoying.”

Fang Zhaomu laughed. “You don’t have to force yourself to talk more. Anyway, I do talk a lot.”

He suddenly remembered that he had his ear studs on, and so he leaned towards his phone. Tucking his longish hair behind his ear, he showed Andrew his earlobe, “Quick, look.”

After showing it to Andrew, Fang Zhaomu then asked, “Does it look good? Quick, tell me.”

“…” Andrew replied, “It does.”

“Mn,” Fang Zhaomu nodded his head in satisfaction. “It’s because you chose it.”

On this night, Fang Zhaomu spoke for a long time with Andrew. Most of the time, Andrew was listening quietly, and would say a few words here and there. He made many promises to Fang Zhaomu, that when he came back to C City, he would do them all with him, and would agree to his every request.

Fang Zhaomu was also unwilling to think about what sort of things would they really end up doing.

At this moment, Fang Zhaomu was just talking with a person he liked a lot. Whether or not all these promises were just perfunctory did not matter; it was even better than dreaming.