After returning from the Xie Residence, Shen Shuangjian somewhat restless for some reason.
He would inexplicably think of Xie Jinghui's gaze after seeing it during the day.
He still didn't understand why Xie Jinghui always had such an obscure and unfathomable look in his eyes, or what exactly his "liking" meant.
Shen Shuangjian rarely gets stuck on trivial matters; if she doesn't know something, she simply doesn't think about it.
So after an afternoon, and after dinner, Shen Shuangjian returned to her usual self.
After taking a shower and changing my clothes, I nestled in a corner of the living room by the bookshelf, leaning against the soft, fluffy low sofa, and focused on reading quietly.
Xie Jinghui was in the kitchen, preparing bedtime fruit and warm milk for Shen Shuangjian.
Slender, white fingertips turned the pages of the book, making a soft rustling sound only once in a long while, at a slow frequency, which was enough to prove that the owner was reading very carefully and attentively.
So what does it mean to fall in love with someone?
When you turn to this page, the black ink stains on the pristine white pages are clear and eye-catching.
Shen Shuangjian's slightly trembling eyes, his fingertips unconsciously rubbed together, taking in the remaining words.
When you fall in love with someone, you'll always notice the way they look at you.
You will be troubled by his sorrows and captivated by his tenderness.
When you fall for someone, it means they constantly cross your boundaries and violate your taboos, but you still ignore them.
The moonlight tonight is exceptionally gentle, casting a warm yellow glow on the dim light in the corner of the bookshelf, allowing tender and lingering thoughts to drift by.
" Shuangjian."
Xie Jinghui spoke softly, slowly bending down to place the hot milk and fruit on the low table beside him.
Shen Shuangjian to be watching very intently, and didn't even look up when someone approached.
So Xie Jinghui slowly got up, not wanting to disturb him any longer, and decided to wake him up when it was time for bed.
As Xie Jinghui Shen Shuangjian abruptly grabbed his collar.
Xie Jinghui's body leaned forward unconsciously due to inertia, and Xie Jinghui stared at Shen Shuangjian with a slightly widened gaze, somewhat astonished.
Even Shen Shuangjian herself was somewhat taken aback by this action.
The book she was holding fell onto the soft carpet. Xie Jinghui's breath caught in her throat; she could barely see the face of the person in front of her slowly tilting up, and the faint, cool fragrance that drew ever closer to her nose.
Xie Jinghui didn't move. He stood frozen in place, watching Shen Shuangjian her lips and tentatively and hesitantly kiss his lips.
At that moment, Xie Jinghui even forgot to bow his head.
He forgot to put his arm around Shen Shuangjian's waist, forgot to seduce and tease his innocent sweetheart, and forgot to return a more passionate and sincere kiss.
Xie Jinghui only remembered that this was the first time Shen Shuangjian had kissed him without any reason.
There were no unavoidable preconditions, nor was there any luring into a state of confused bewilderment.
This was the first time Shen Shuangjian ever taken the initiative to kiss him.
The kiss was brief and ended very quickly, but in Xie Jinghui's eyes, every second of it felt incredibly long, making him tremble with fear.
If time could stand still, perhaps even ten thousand years wouldn't seem like a long time right now.
" Shuangjian?"
Xie Jinghui lowered his head slightly in a daze. He looked at the long-haired boy kneeling in front of him, his hands gripping the collar of his shirt, looking up at him for the first time for a long time.
Shen Shuangjian reached out to pick up the book that had fallen to the ground.
The book, which had fallen to the ground, was separated from its front side. When picked up again, it was still the same page that had just been read.
In this position, when Xie Jinghui looked back, he could only see the last few lines of small text.
The fluent and gentle words depict the most delicate emotions and fully express the myriad thoughts hidden between the lines.
Xie Jinghui saw that the last sentence of the book was...
The moonlight is hazy tonight.
Xie Jinghui didn't know what to say or do to express the excitement and surging emotions she felt at that moment.
He closed his eyes, but opened them again a moment later. Xie Jinghui reached out, wrapped his arm around Shen Shuangjian's knees, and then picked him up.
At this moment, Shen Shuangjian clearly had no idea how much Xie Jinghui and enigmatic gesture, which was even more obscure than the moonlight, or what kind of predicament it would place him in.
He simply, instinctively, wrapped his arm around Xie Jinghui's shoulder and neck.
"..."
In the darkness, Shen Shuangjian the roots of his ears, hidden under his hair, slowly turning red. He lowered his head, but Xie Jinghui cupped his face in his large hands.
The moon is hazy tonight, a perfect time for lovers to be together, their love as beautiful as flowers in full bloom and the moon as bright as the night.
Xie Jinghui gently hooked his fingers around the fabric behind Shen Shuangjian's waist, and whispered in Shen Shuangjian's ear.
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Let tender affection decide the intensity of his love when it is expressed.
A kiss, a hug, were enough to make the overly innocent Shen Shuangjian unbearable shyness.
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Only at this moment Shen Shuangjian awaken from her dream and remember to struggle, to escape, and to use a difficult kiss to gain the pity of the instigator.
"Ring... ring."
Shen Shuangjian's hands groped haphazardly on the bed. He tilted his head and forced himself to turn slightly to look for the ring he had lost.
But with tears streaming down his face and the light dim, how could he possibly find it? The more anxious Shen Shuangjian, the more confused she became, and the ring was knocked even further away by his movements.
Xie Jinghui was charmed by his actions and even chuckled softly, amused by them.
He leaned close to Shen Shuangjian's ear, his hoarse voice low, carrying both seductive tenderness and an almost cruel pronouncement.
"The ring is lost."