He rubbed his nose and saw the messages Qin Yuheng had sent him.
Brother Yu: I have people monitoring public opinion in real time. Things should be fine now.
Brother Yu: I ordered chicken soup for you from the Imperial Flavor House. It should be there soon.
Brother Yu: You have an eight a.m. class tomorrow, so go to bed early tonight. I'll come see you once I'm done with work.
Something seemed to lodge in Yu Nian's throat. He wanted to write something but couldn't find the words. He wanted to speak, but fell silent again.
Yet one thought stood out with unusual clarity in his mind: he missed Qin Yuheng terribly.
Yu Nian called him, and before the other man could speak, he said hoarsely, "Brother Yu."
The breath on the other end caught, and Qin Yuheng softened his voice. "What's wrong? Did you see the comments insulting you?"
Yu Nian said, "No. I saw your diary."
Qin Yuheng: "..."
Yu Nian muttered, "You pervert. Just how long have you been spying on me?"
Qin Yuheng considered for a moment, then said, "It wasn't spying. But... longer than you think."
"Pervert. You're awful!" Yu Nian couldn't help scolding him, only for his tone to soften afterward into something almost coaxing. "I miss you so much."
Qin Yuheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice deepened. "Baby, how about I come keep you company tonight?"
A trace of sweetness welled up in Yu Nian's heart. Qin Yuheng never made empty promises. If he said that, it meant he really intended to come.
Yu Nian did want to see him, but he didn't want Qin Yuheng to fall behind on his work because of him.
Besides, classes had only started two days ago, and they already couldn't bear being apart. What