The hem of her dress drew a graceful arc in the air, and the resulting breeze ruffled Su Huaiming's hair, tickling the tips of his ears.
Su Huaiming stared blankly at Fu Jingfan, this scene as if it were frozen in his heart, every frame very clear.
Su Huaiming's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably twice, and his heart began to pound violently again.
Fu Jingfan didn't linger on the wall; he jumped down immediately, landing with a very soft thud.
He stood on the ground, looked up at Su Huaiming, and opened his arms.
"Jump down." Fu Jingfan's eyes were focused, his voice deep and reassuring. "Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."
Before Su Huaiming could make a decision, he felt the flashlight beam fall on him again, and the footsteps became clearer.
Su Huaiming panicked for a moment, forgot to adjust his posture, and jumped straight down.
If nothing unexpected happens, his face will make intimate contact with the ground.
The time spent in the air was very short. Before Su Huaiming could even stretch out his hands, he felt a hot force wrap around him and tightly grip his waist.
Fu Jingfan caught Su Huaiming in time, and after staggering around him, he finally released his grip.
Su Huaiming took two deep breaths before his mind returned to normal, and his pupils regained focus.
They stood on the other side of the courtyard wall, surrounded by trees. The lamplight couldn't reach them; only the bright moonlight, like a light veil, gently fell upon them.
Su Huaiming rested his hand on Fu Jingfan's shoulder, looking up at him, his gaze following the high bridge of his nose, down, and finally landing on his lips.
Only then did he realize that Fu Jingfan's lips were thin but beautifully curved. He was aloof, but his lips were reddish, and their delicate texture reminded him of rose petals.
Su Huaiming's fingers curled up involuntarily, too weak to exert any force.
Fu Jingfan looked at him, a smile appearing in his eyes, like pine branches shaking off the frost and snow, and a familiar cool fragrance lingering around Su Huaiming's nose.
Fu Jingfan did not put Su Huaiming down. Su Huaiming's figure was reflected in his eyes, as if he were his whole world. His voice was very soft, as gentle as a spring breeze.
I caught you.
Chapter 80
Su Huaiming looked at Fu Jingfan and suddenly felt a fullness in his chest, as if something was about to flow out naturally. Words were on the tip of his tongue, about to be uttered, when the increasingly clear footsteps disrupted his thoughts.
!!!!!
Did the security guards even climb over the wall to chase after them? Are they that dedicated?!
Su Huaiming glanced back in alarm, only to find no one there. He then belatedly realized that someone was taking a walk by the roadside.
The heat slowly rose up his neck and onto his cheeks. Su Huaiming was being held by Fu Jingfan, his feet unable to touch the ground, and he couldn't escape. In desperation, he buried his head in Fu Jingfan's neck like an ostrich.
The footsteps grew clearer, and Fu Jingfan heard them too. He slowly put Su Huaiming down, pulled him into his arms, and his tall figure completely blocked Su Huaiming from view.
Passersby noticed the commotion and glanced at it curiously, but only saw Fu Jingfan's back.
He didn't think much of it and continued walking forward. It wasn't until he turned the corner that he caught a glimpse of Fu Jingfan carrying someone in front of him.
As the footsteps faded into the distance, the heat on Su Huaiming's face hadn't subsided. His brain felt congested and throbbing, and in a daze, he felt as if he were about to burst into flames from the heat.
Su Huaiming secretly pressed the back of his slightly cool hand against his cheek, trying to cool himself down.
After a while, he was so dizzy from the cool fragrance emanating from Fu Jingfan that he could barely stand. He asked in a low voice, "Is he gone?"
Su Huaiming still had his face buried in Fu Jingfan's chest, his voice sounding somewhat muffled, and his warm breath, penetrating the thin fabric, brushed against Fu Jingfan's heart.
Fu Jingfan's eyes grew increasingly dark as he looked at the fluffy head in his arms. His arms around Su Huaiming tightened, and the dark thoughts in his heart churned more and more violently.
The person he had been longing for was nestled so obediently in his arms, completely unguarded, like a silent invitation. He could do anything, and anything he did could be forgiven.
Fu Jingfan held Su Huaiming tightly in his arms with a possessive posture, staring at the small patch of fair skin exposed on the back of his neck. He slowly lowered his head, and just as he was about to touch him, the cool night breeze blew up the stray hairs on Su Huaiming's neck.
Fu Jingfan felt a slight tingling itch and instantly woke up.
They are still outside.
Su Huaiming didn't know what had happened, but he felt a little suffocated and struggled slightly.
Fu Jingfan immediately let go of his hand. Su Huaiming used Fu Jingfan as a shield, stood on tiptoe, and peeked out from behind Fu Jingfan's shoulder. He carefully observed the surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one else around.
Fu Jingfan withdrew his hand so quickly, as if he had no other intention, that Su Huaiming did not suspect anything.
The cool night breeze immediately dispelled the romantic atmosphere between the two. Su Huaiming's bloodshot mind gradually calmed down, and the heat on his cheeks slowly faded, leaving only the tips of his ears still red.
Su Huaiming picked up the hat that had fallen to the ground, put it back on, and then pulled the brim down to cover his ear tips.
He had already composed himself and acted as if nothing had happened. He turned to Fu Jingfan and said, "Let's go."
Fu Jingfan gave him a deep look, said nothing, and followed after him.
Su Huaiming, still shaken by the chase, took a few deep breaths and turned to ask Fu Jingfan, "Have you been spotted before?"
Fu Jingfan shook his head. "No."
"Then how come you run so skillfully?" Su Huaiming recalled the details and sensed something was wrong. "It feels like you intentionally ran to this wall."
"When I skipped class before, I usually climbed over this wall," Fu Jingfan explained. "It's in a relatively secluded spot, there are very few people outside, and the wall is quite low, so the success rate is higher."
Su Huaiming nodded thoughtfully and sighed, "So you still have muscle memory. No wonder your climbing posture was so..."
Su Huaiming is a man who doesn't hold back when it comes to praise, but now he just can't bring himself to say "handsome," and he even coughs twice guiltily, avoiding Fu Jingfan's gaze.
Fu Jingfan keenly noticed this and pressed for an answer, "What?"
Su Huaiming casually offered a word to brush him off, "Skilled, clearly read it many times."
Fu Jingfan didn't find any evidence against him, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
Su Huaiming didn't speak again. He forcibly cleared the chaotic images from his mind, but Fu Jingfan's action of climbing over the wall just now played repeatedly in front of him like a movie, in high definition and uncensored, even at 0.1x speed—the curve of the hem of his clothes being lifted, his sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his thin lips being pursed were all incredibly clear.
Su Huaiming touched his burning ear tips, feeling embarrassed and realizing how strange he was being.
But everyone has an innate ability to appreciate beauty, and Fu Jingfan is blessed with a handsome face, so it's not unreasonable for him to be a little... infatuated!
Su Huaiming found a legitimate reason for himself and felt much better.
They strolled along the street and soon arrived at where Fu Jingfan had parked his car.
After getting in the car, Fu Jingfan saw that it was still early, so he said, "Want to get some late-night snacks to take back?"
Upon hearing the words "late-night snack," Su Huaiming's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.
He ignored Fu Jingfan and took out his phone to search for good late-night snacks nearby.
Fu Jingfan introduced, "My usual restaurant has a new Cantonese chef. His abalone pastries and Cantonese dim sum are quite good. Would you like to try some?"
Su Huaiming's eyes shone like searchlights as he answered Fu Jingfan's question with his actions.
Fu Jingfan pressed down the corners of his lips, but couldn't help but laugh.
When it comes to food, Su Huaiming and Fu Xiaoxiao share a strange similarity that makes one forget their age.
While waiting at a red light, Fu Jingfan sent a message saying that when they arrived at the restaurant, their food had already been packed.
Fu Jingfan wanted to help, but Su Huaiming snatched the three food boxes first, his whole body radiating joy.
After getting into the car, they drove home.
The food container was very well sealed, yet a faint fragrance could still be smelled, which seemed to expand infinitely within the enclosed car interior.
Su Huaiming's apple bobbed twice, and his eyes turned green.
Reason told him to have some self-respect, so he just coughed awkwardly twice and rolled down the window.
A cool night breeze immediately blew down, dispersing the aroma of the food. But the sudden change from hot to cold made Su Huaiming's nose itch, and he couldn't help but sneeze a few times.
Fu Jingfan frowned slightly, closed the window, and asked, "Are you hot?"
Su Huaiming rubbed his nose, shook his head, and said, "It's not hot."
Fu Jingfan quickly figured out the reason after a moment's thought, and said, "It tastes best when it's freshly made, would you like to try some first?"
With Fu Jingfan's offer, Su Huaiming immediately took the food box with a clear conscience, opened the lid, and stuffed an abalone pastry into his mouth.
The puff pastry was exceptionally well-made, with a beautiful frilly edge around the edge, topped with an abalone, glistening with oily broth. Just looking at it, you could feel the juicy, sticky texture.
With no one else around, Su Huaiming picked one up, opened his mouth wide without a care for his image, and stuffed the whole thing inside.
The abalone sauce is very rich, concentrating the aroma of the seafood, and the perfect amount of sweetness further stimulates the taste buds.
The abalone is tender, bouncy, and flavorful, filled with a sweet filling that flows smoothly on the tongue. The crust is perfectly crispy but not greasy, and you can also taste char siu and Sichuan peppercorns inside. Several different textures and flavors collide in your mouth, creating a wonderful chemical reaction.
The food that Fu Jingfan praised must taste really good.
After swallowing it in one gulp, Su Huaiming was speechless and immediately ate another one.
This taste experience was quite magical. Su Huaiming finally figured out the flavor. Seeing that there was only one left on this layer, he turned to Fu Jingfan and asked, "Do you want some?"
Normally, Fu Jingfan would give it to Su Huaiming directly, but this time he nodded.
Su Huaiming pushed the food box forward, only to see that Fu Jingfan was intently watching the road and steering the wheel, clearly unable to free up a hand to grab the abalone pastry.
Su Huaiming hesitated for a few seconds, then asked, "How about we wait until the next intersection to eat?"
"This road is long." Fu Jingfan paused, a fleeting hint of regret in his eyes. "Never mind, let's eat when we get home."
Fu Jingfan had previously said that it tasted best when it was freshly made, but now he wanted to eat it at home, his eyes full of regret. Su Huaiming couldn't resist at all. Without thinking, he picked up the abalone pastry, stretched out his arm, and brought it to Fu Jingfan's mouth.
Fu Jingfan got what he wanted and didn't give Su Huaiming a chance to back out, so he opened his mouth directly.
Fu Jingfan's lips brushed against Su Huaiming's fingertips unintentionally, soft and cool, but Su Huaiming felt as if he had been burned. His wrist trembled uncontrollably, feeling weak and sore, and he almost couldn't even hold the small abalone pastry.
After Fu Jingfan shut his mouth, Su Huaiming immediately withdrew his arm, looked down at his hand, his eyelashes trembling slightly, concealing the emotions in his eyes.
Fu Jingfan seemed completely oblivious. There was still half an abalone pastry left. Seeing that Su Huaiming didn't move, he turned to look at him with a questioning gaze.
Having no other choice, Su Huaiming had to bite the bullet and feed Fu Jingfan the rest of the abalone pastry.
Upon opening the second layer of the food box, Su Huaiming, having learned his lesson, resolutely ate alone without asking Fu Jingfan.
After eating two more, he put the food box back down.
After they arrived home, Su Huaiming carried three food boxes and left Fu Jingfan behind without even saying goodbye.
After Fu Jingfan stopped the car, he stood there looking at Su Huaiming, rubbing his teeth with the tip of his tongue, his eyes becoming increasingly dark.
It seems he can't be too obvious about his intentions, or he'll scare away some fragile little animal.
Su Huaiming didn't see any of this. When he got to the living room and was about to call Fu Xiaoxiao, he learned from the housekeeper that Fu Xiaoxiao was already asleep.