He was done for.
He liked Feng Wanting.
After reaching that conclusion, Pei Yang sat stunned for well over ten seconds, unresponsive no matter how many times Yin Sufang called his name on the other end.
So this was what liking someone felt like.
When he had seen Song Yixiao involved with a woman, when he had seen him in bed with his best friend, Pei Yang had felt only anger and fury. He was angry and furious because the man who kept claiming to love him had actually betrayed him.
But seeing Feng Wanting involved with a woman made him feel resentful, hurt, and repulsed-feelings different from what he had felt when he caught Song Yixiao cheating. He resented that Feng Wanting couldn't have eyes for him alone, felt hurt that Feng Wanting wasn't the man he had imagined, and loathed every person who touched him.
So that was it. That was why.
Love and affection were possessiveness.
Pei Yang finally understood why he hadn't realized something was wrong until he saw Song Yixiao and Xia Jingmo in bed together. He had taken the initiative to introduce Song Yixiao to Xia Jingmo, let them eat alone together, let them study alone together in the library, and let Xia Jingmo invite Song Yixiao out. It wasn't because he was generous. It was simply because he felt no possessiveness toward Song Yixiao.
So he hadn't cared.
If Feng Wanting dared do that, he couldn't imagine how far he'd lose his mind.
"Pei Yang!" Yin Sufang called his name for the umpteenth time. "What are you thinking about? You've been at it forever."
Pei Yang snapped back to himself and did his best to suppress the emotions surging in his chest. "Nothing."
"I..." Yin Sufang hesitated. "If liking someone really is the