Jiang Yumiao buried his face in the crook of Ning Chunchi's neck, unconsciously rubbing his cheek against him with an affection he hadn't even noticed himself.
They held each other like that for a while, until a stomach rumbled.
Jiang Yumiao awkwardly covered his stomach and whispered, "I'm hungry..."
Ning Chunchi frowned. "You didn't have dinner?"
Jiang Yumiao nodded. "No. I was too busy writing."
At that, his eyes suddenly lit up. Excitedly, he pulled out his phone and showed Ning Chunchi the comments on his novel. "Look, gege! People online found the novel I'm serializing. They seem to really like it."
Ning Chunchi took the phone and began reading carefully.
His focused expression actually made Jiang Yumiao feel a little embarrassed.
Ning Chunchi read not only the readers' comments, but also the novel's title, synopsis, and first chapter, getting a general idea of what kind of story it was.
He handed the phone back to Jiang Yumiao, his eyes full of admiration. "It's really good."
Tonight had once again changed his understanding of Little Grape.
All this time, he had thought Little Grape was too fragile, believing Jiang Yumiao needed his protection completely. He had been more than willing to shelter him from the world.
But perhaps Jiang Yumiao didn't need that?
The fact that Jiang Yumiao could write a horror mystery like this, and write it so brilliantly, with meticulous logic and a first chapter that immediately hooked the reader, showed that Little Grape had a far stronger heart and a sharper mind than he had imagined.
Even... without him, Little Grape would surely be able to make a good life for himself.
The thought left Ning Chunchi feeling a little tight in the chest, but he still smiled and continued praising him. "The plot is really compelling.