If things with Feng Wanting reached the point where they put their attraction into words, everything would spiral out of control.
If Feng Wanting's next words were, "Would you consider being with me?" how was Pei Yang supposed to answer?
Pei Yang's eyelid twitched violently. If this was a confession...
No. This absolutely couldn't be a confession.
Neon lights cast mottled patterns over the plastic awning. Pei Yang picked up the beer beside him, his fingertips paling slightly, and tipped his head back to take a gulp.
The cold beer slid down his throat. He forced a smile. "I'm not planning on getting a boyfriend."
Feng Wanting's hand curled slightly. "Why?"
"You know what my ex-boyfriends were like." Pei Yang tried to sound casual. "Once bitten, twice shy. It hasn't been that long since my breakup. I'm not ready for that."
Feng Wanting's mind went blank.
If that was the case, what had all those late nights tangled up in flirtation with Pei Yang meant? What about the warmth of their skin touching?
Had he just been something to relieve Pei Yang's boredom?
Feng Wanting nodded. The light in his eyes abruptly went out, replaced by a cold, mocking gleam. His voice shifted at the end as he asked, "Then what are we right now?"
Pei Yang tightened his grip on the bottle, his expression obscured by the multicolored LED lights. He set down his half-finished beer and stood, his lowered lashes hiding the emotion in his eyes. "I'm full. Let's go."
"Pei Yang." Feng Wanting caught his wrist and forced him back down onto the plastic chair. "Answer the question."
"Feng Wanting! Some things don't need to be spelled out." Pei Yang's heart ached. He had thought Feng Wanting would understand his evasion and let things end there.
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