It's Right to Feel Heartache

Fang Jin looked calm on the surface, but it still took some effort for him to get up.

His temperament and Lu Jiatang's seemed to have completely switched.

Fang Jin silently washed up in the bathroom, straightening his collar one moment and raking at his hair the next. He made so many little movements that they carried a hint of guilty concealment. Lu Jiatang, meanwhile, was strutting like a peacock. Before last night, he had only dared to linger outside Fang Jin's bedroom door for a moment, yet now he rummaged through Fang Jin's wardrobe without the slightest psychological burden.

Not many clothes, Lu Jiatang thought. As though he had found something especially interesting, he began planning which tailors to visit.

Fang Jin spent a full half hour washing up.

Even Si You, who was usually impatient and restless, did not call to hurry him.

"Are you sure?" Si You looked utterly unconvinced. "Impossible! Fang Jin wouldn't be swayed that easily."

Jiang Tingxu slowly countered, "Are you sure? The person in question is Lu Jiatang."

Si You: "..."

By the time Fang Jin came out, Lu Jiatang had already laid out the clothes he was going to wear.

"It might get colder this afternoon. Wear something thicker," Lu Jiatang said.

Fang Jin did not know whether it was his imagination, but this man seemed... terribly smug.

Spring practically radiated from every pore of Lu Jiatang's body. Fortunately, his assistant had left a change of clothes in the car. They were casual enough that he did not have to wear a suit to Qingcheng Temple.

Fang Jin's waist was sore, and somewhere else hurt faintly too, but more than that, he was in a dazed state. They had slept together... did that mean they were officially in a relationship now?

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