He glanced at the comments, feeling that there was no need to reply, and cleared everything away.
Chi Xingyu casually opened a casual game, playing absentmindedly.
He had encountered such slander before; when his performance lagged a bit in a competition, he would be verbally abused by netizens as useless.
However, this time was somewhat different from usual.
He closed the game and opened Weibo, watching as some comments scrolled by.
—Chi doesn’t deserve Tong Sui, he’s a violent freak.
—He gets jealous so easily; he might even hit the other guests later, so scary.
—His expression is terrifying.
—My friend used to really like him, thinking he had good skills and looked handsome, but I thought he looked like a small-time thug on the street, and it turns out that way.
Chi Xingyu frowned tightly, his fingers sliding down endlessly, watching the malice overflow from the screen like a depression, continually accumulating negative dirty water, slowly fermenting and rotting.
“I’m back!”
Tong Sui suddenly opened the car door, like the sun hiding behind the clouds suddenly peeking out, growing some inconspicuous but dense moss in the gloomy, damp depression.
Tong Sui hurriedly sat in the car, his attention focused on his hands, sitting so close to Chi Xingyu that his leg almost brushed against him.
“You…”
Chi Xingyu looked at the two parfaits in his hands, not expecting that Tong Sui hurried to get out just to buy such things.
Tong Sui stuffed one chocolate-flavored parfait into Chi Xingyu’s hand, saying, “I heard that eating something sweet can help a lot when you’re in a bad mood.”
The cold sensation transferred to his palm as Chi Xingyu looked at the melted parfait on top, while noticing the red color in Tong Sui’s hand, likely strawberry sauce.
“What’s the other one?”
Tong Sui replied with an “Ah,” “You want to eat both?”
He frowned, hesitating for a moment before handing it over, “Alright, since you’re in a bad mood, I’ll give you both. Make sure you’re not unhappy after eating them.”
“I’m just kidding. I don’t want it,” Chi Xingyu pushed it back, “I don’t like sweets, both are yours.”
“But…”
Tong Sui suddenly felt as if he had done something unnecessary again, “Then what do you like? I’ll buy it for you.”
“I like—”
Chi Xingyu looked straight at Tong Sui; he had always been clear about what he liked, but he simply reached out and rubbed the back of Tong Sui’s neck, “I like watching you eat.”
“Chi…”
“Alright, it’s about to melt.”
Only then did Tong Sui close his mouth, obediently eating the parfait that was originally meant for Chi Xingyu, the air filled with the sweet, sickly scent of the fruit sauce.
Chi Xingyu had no interest in such sickly-sweet things, but he was unconsciously attracted to the sight of Tong Sui eating.
His movements were slight; as he opened his mouth, he revealed a subtle, retracted tongue that rolled away the parfait slathered with sauce.
He strangely felt a bit parched, and the sweetness didn’t seem so cloying anymore.
The lights outside the car window had already turned on, and the deepening evening was the best nourisher for dark thoughts in corners; as the light floated in from outside, Chi Xingyu leaned in wantonly.
Tong Sui felt the heat radiating onto his skin from his cheeks to the side of his neck, his skin heated again from the contact in the fitting room.
He instantly felt a bit rigid, his eyelashes trembling, glistening with tiny shards of glitter as if coated with water.
Chi Xingyu murmured, “Can I have a taste, please?”
Though it was a question, he had already pinned Tong Sui between himself and the car seat, even gripping that slender wrist.
In those closely-knit eyes was a profound mix of various unmasked ambitions.
What to taste?
It certainly wouldn’t be something as simple as what was in his hands.
Tong Sui hesitated for a brief second; the atmosphere enveloped him entirely with Chi Xingyu’s breath, which was assertive yet not unpleasant.
Like a beast casually greeting its prey before indulging.
In the small, dark back seat, only their slightly hurried breaths remained, intertwining as if slowly stepping over an insurmountable boundary.
Tong Sui quietly said, “Okay.”
Chi Xingyu responded as if he heard a knight receiving permission, leaning in gently, pressing softly against the lips he had longed to kiss.
As if afraid of hurting Tong Sui, his movements were so light it felt like a dream.
Chi Xingyu’s heartbeat was already out of control; the sweet fragrance mixed with another smell uniquely belonging to Tong Sui, once the dam broke, he could no longer suppress his impulse.
He almost leaned over, holding Tong Sui’s face and kissing him without reservation, bit by bit taking over territory that originally didn’t belong to him.
Tong Sui’s eyelashes trembled even more violently.
He had only promised to taste it; clearly, this was just a falsely transparent excuse that no one would believe.
Tong Sui tugged at Chi Xingyu’s sleeve, his fingertips sinking deeply into the fabric, his eyes unconsciously filling with tears that began to fall.
This intense, irresistible affection was too overwhelming, making Tong Sui unable to cope, as it had all become unfamiliar.
Chi Xingyu consumed all the sweet, jam-like taste from Tong Sui’s lips and tongue, even incorporating the coldness from the parfait into a warmth that scorched his soul before slowly pulling away.
The parfait in the cup was almost melted into water.
Chi Xingyu didn’t know how long he had kissed; when he looked up, he saw the lingering mist in Tong Sui’s eyes, who scolded him, “Bully, you said it was just a taste…”
His voice trembled when he scolded, as if he had been kissed to the point that even his speaking voice remained.
Chi Xingyu found it particularly pleasant to hear; he leaned in closer, sticky against Tong Sui’s lips, “I’m sorry; the taste was too good, I couldn’t help it. Can I let you kiss me back?”
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