Chapter 082 (2/2)

“How would I know?” Su Yuyang said dismissively. “As long as they know, it’s fine. I forbid you from butting in blindly,” Su Yuyang warned Ling Miao. Ling Miao huffed: “What ‘butt in blindly?’ Su Yuyang, you really don’t care about Yan-jie?”

“It’s not that I don’t care, but we need to settle our own matters.” Su Yuyang dragged Ling Miao into his own room, then turned back to Yan Li and Ji Linxi: “Ling Miao and I have to reply to the well-wishes that have come in from all over the world. As for how to settle your matter, you two discuss it.”

Su Yuyang opened the comments page of his blog and Ling Miao stared. “So many. How long will it take you to reply to them all?”

Su Yuyang laughed. “It’s me who has to type, not you.”

Several hundred comments. Whether they were well-wishes or well-meaning advice, Su Yuyang patiently replied to each one. As he got to one of them, he suddenly began laughing: “This guy, Feng Ji! He says he’ll send us a big cake in the shape of a condom!”

“Eh…” Black lines ran down Ling Miao’s forehead. “If he dares send a condom-shaped cake, I’ll put up a profile for him on a dating site.”

Hearing Ling Miao’s reply, Su Yuyang replied: Feng-zi, Xiao Miao @WriterZeroSecondsAgo says that if you dare send a condom-shaped cake, he’ll put your profile up on a dating site. Su Yuyang clicked reply, and by the time Ling Miao registered what had happened, the post had already been sent.

“Hey, Su Yuyang, why did you reply to Feng Ji with what I said?” Ling Miao pressed his hand over Su Yuyang’s own and moved the mouse, intending to delete the reply, but it was too late. Ling Miao opened the new message. Feng Ji had replied—I’m waiting.

“A lot of people wish me well.” Su Yuyang replied to all his comments, then sighed. “But a lot of people think I’m kidding, too. Someone said I broke up his OTP.”

“It’s your fault for always flirting with a certain other Great Author on your microblog,“ Ling Miao huffed. “No way. I’ve got to make a blog post to stake amy claim. Remember to reblog it.”

“You need to stake ayour claim?” Su Yuyang grabbed the phone from Ling Miao, caught Ling Miao’s chin with his other hand, and landed a kiss on Ling Miao’s lips.

Click—

The shutter sounded. Su Yuyang had taken a picture of himself kissing Ling Miao.

Su Yuyang did a few things with Ling Miao’s phone, then returned the phone to Ling Miao. Looking at the top post on his blog, Ling Miao punched Su Yuyang’s chest and yelled, “Why did you post the photo?!”

Su Yuyang waved the phone. “Staking amy claim.”

“Hey…” Ling Miao wanted to say, No matter how I look at it, this is you staking your claim. It should be me staking my claim, alright?

But he hadn’t finished speaking before Su Yuyang cut him off. “Let’s go out and see.”

Ling Miao and Su Yuyang left the room and saw Ji Linxi and Yan Li sitting side by side on the sofa. Ji Linxi was moving a pen over a piece of paper, and Yan Li was giving him comments.

About half an hour later, Yan Li stretched lazily and said, “Finally, done.”

“Done with what?” Su Yuyang’s voice was so quiet Yan Li almost didn’t hear it.

“I say…”

“Xiao Miao’s asleep,” Su Yuyang reminded.

Yan Li glanced at Ling Miao sleeping in Su Yuyang’s arms and said enviously, “It’s really nice to have a human pillow.”

“Let’s not talk about it.” Su Yuyang’s gaze drifted to Ji Linxi, who was wearing a dark expression. “What are you two doing?”

“You’ll know once I make this blog post.” Yan Li took out her phone and started snapping pictures of the paper in Ji Linxi’s hand.

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