By the time the matter was settled, dusk had fallen. With the twelfth lunar month approaching, the days were growing shorter.
The temperature had dropped a little that day. Yu Qingchuan wore a pure white cashmere scarf, a sky-blue knee-length coat, and black fleece-lined trousers. With his handsome, delicate features, he looked like a beautiful boy who had stepped out of a manga.
Lu Shiyi had bought him those fleece-lined trousers, saying he was too thin now and didn't have enough body fat to keep himself warm.
Yu Qingchuan had grumbled about it. What male college student wore fleece-lined trousers? They weren't stylish at all!
But during his little protest, Yu Qingchuan had clearly seen Lu Shiyi add several sets of thermal underwear to his shopping cart.
Terrifying!
Yu Qingchuan had promptly put on the fleece-lined trousers.
Don't ask. He had simply reached the age when taking care of his health came first.
Lu Shiyi wore the same coat in black. Tall and straight-backed, he managed to give even a simple black coat an air of commanding the world.
His expression, however, was warm, and he took Yu Qingchuan's hand the moment he came out.
The sight of them walking side by side was so lovely that even people hurrying past were willing to steal a few glances.
As usual, they bought ingredients for dinner at the supermarket in their residential complex. Lu Shiyi carried the groceries in one hand and kept holding Yu Qingchuan's hand with the other.
Looking at their interlaced fingers, Yu Qingchuan wondered if he was imagining things. He couldn't shake the feeling that Brother Yi was unusually fond of his hands.
"Brother Yi, why do you like holding my hand so much?" Yu Qingchuan asked as soon as the question occurred to him.
They had