Chapter 28 (2/2)

After he hung up, Song Yuanxun asked Fang Zhaomu, “What are you filling up?”

“A form.” Fang Zhaomu did not want to talk about it, and so glossed it over.

“When are you going back?”

“May.”

Song Yuanxun’s questions came one after another. “Will you still come here after going home?”

“Probably not.”

Fang Zhaomu added, “I’m not you, I can’t come here as and when I like.”

Fang Zhaomu thought about how Song Yuanxun had no idea about many things that were supposed to be general knowledge, and even if he explained it, he would only have a superficial understanding of it. He completely did not know how the life of an ordinary person was like. Song Yuanxun stood there a little stiffly, with a stubbornness that showed his naiveness.

“Fang Zhaomu, if Andrew wasn’t me,” Song Yuanxun asked. “If Andrew wasn’t me, would you stay for him?”

Fang Zhaomu was unable to determine what Song Yuanxun was feeling, as there was no inflection in Song Yuanxun’s voice. So he asked in return, “Is there any point in you asking about this?”

Song Yuanxun had already tried.

Song Yuanxun did not ask any further. His phone already had no charge to it, and so took Fang Zhaomu’s phone as well as the bag in his hand. He also picked up the shopping bags by the door, signalling that they should leave.

Fang Zhaomu’s movements were a little hesitant, and he picked the cake box up.

When he was about to open the door, Song Yuanxun called out to him. Fang Zhaomu turned around, wanting to ask Song Yuanxun what was the problem now, only to see Song Yuanxun switched the flash on the phone off, and slowly came closer.

Song Yuanxun was too close, and Fang Zhaomu could not clearly see his face. He only knew that he was drawing nearer, their breaths mingling, their warmth melding. Song Yuanxun gave Fang Zhaomu an opportunity to avoid him, but Fang Zhaomu did not do so, and Song Yuanxun pressed his lips against Fang Zhaomu’s.

Song Yuanxun’s kiss was very gentle and soft, and was very careful. Fang Zhaomu had his back against the door, and was overwhelmed by the kiss. He blinked a few times, then closed his eyes.

Fang Zhaomu was never able to determine exactly what his feelings for Song Yuanxun were.

He had tried to keep his distance, tried to be exasperated, tried to be indifferent, but during this minute as he was kissing Song Yuanxun, Fang Zhaomu could no longer differentiate if the person he was unwilling to push away was Andrew or Song Yuanxun.

Or it might be the same person, there was nobody else that would kiss him so preciously, even if they knew they were about to part.

Everyone wanted a return for their efforts. People who liked Fang Zhaomu liked his appearance, his character, and would write Fang Zhaomu’s name into their diaries, and recite it lovingly.

Even if Song Yuanxun was not the stupidest one out of all his admirers, but he should be the one with the least hopes. He was barbaric, wilful, and had greatly offended Fang Zhaomu. Logically speaking, for them to never interact again would be Fang Zhaomu’s greatest pardon for him.

Still, even though Song Yuanxun was so inferior, he was always that one whom Fang Zhaomu never pushed away.

The lights flickered, and came on.

The room was suffused in light. Fang Zhaomu raised his chin and looked at Song Yuanxun. Song Yuanxun was also looking at him, he moved his lips away and took a step back.

Under the bright lights, Song Yuanxun’s condition and actions had nowhere to hide.

There were many bags in his hand, including the shopping bags as well as Fang Zhaomu’s small baggage. Fang Zhaomu suspected that Song Yuanxun had never carried so many things in his life before. The look on Song Yuanxun’s face was a panic that Fang Zhaomu had almost never seen before.

Now that the power was back, was he going to leave?

Fang Zhaomu was still the first one to regain his senses.

He saw that Song Yuanxun was still in a daze, like he was troubled by something major, a little like a leader that was making a speech. He then reminded Song Yuanxun, “What are you thinking about?”

Song Yuanxun jolted and blurted out, “I’m thinking about how to bring you home.”

The two people fell silent.

Song Yuanxun had already kissed him, and already told him the truth. Going for broke, he looked at Fang Zhaomu, waiting for his reply.

Fang Zhaomu was extremely fair. Song Yuanxun felt that Fang Zhaomu probably did not know that when his face heated up, it would turn pink along with his ears. Fang Zhaomu held on to the cake, standing by the door, contemplating.

It might be because of the sudden illumination, his anxiety, surprise and shyness were all written upon his face.

Song Yuanxun gazed at Fang Zhaomu’s face, and suddenly felt like he could hear his heartbeat. The rate of that heartbeat was probably the similar to that of his own.

At least, at this moment, Song Yuanxun’s anxiety had turned into calm. The examiner had revealed the answers to him. He was sure, by the end of tonight, Fang Zhaomu would definitely be sleeping at his place.

The room was quiet, and the howling winds outside became louder. Song Yuanxun waited patiently, and after a few minutes, Fang Zhaomu spoke.

“Oh,” Fang Zhaomu said. “Then let’s go.”