Shen Wangjing stood on the steps, the cold wind lifting the hem of his trench coat, his cold face looking especially out of place.
Passing students turned back in twos and threes, and the bolder ones took out their phones to film.
Jiang Xun came out of the building and squinted as he scanned the crowd below the steps. The instant he recognized Shen Wangjing, his steps faltered, then his eyes curved into a smile.
"What are you doing here?"
"Picking you up after class."
"I meant, why did you suddenly come to pick me up after-hey." His words broke off when Shen Wangjing suddenly leaned closer.
Shen Wangjing reached out and wound Jiang Xun's crooked scarf around his neck again, moving extremely slowly, his fingertips barely brushing the back of Jiang Xun's neck.
The students who had yet to disperse all looked over at once. The tips of Jiang Xun's ears betrayed him by growing hot. He shielded his face with the book in his hand and cursed under his breath, "Shen Wangjing, could you be any more childish?"
Unmoved, Shen Wangjing took his book and naturally caught his hand with his other hand, lacing their fingers tightly together.
"Let's go eat."
"Let go first. So many people are watching."
"Let them." Shen Wangjing led him toward the campus gates. "You're my boyfriend. It's only right that I pick you up after class."
Jiang Xun's whole face was practically burning.
This man of few words barely spoke most of the time, yet whenever he said things like this, he never blushed or faltered. Instead, Jiang Xun, who prided himself on his thick skin, was left unable to get a single word out.
Duan Qizhao later saw the scene in a video forwarded by a law school classmate and sent