Qi Yan quickly replied, “Remember to go to bed early.”
“By the way,” he asked, “may I know your address?”
Yan Chuan: ?
Qi Yan explained, “I saw some clothes that would suit you perfectly, and I thought you’d look great in them. It would be wonderful if I could send them to you.”
That might not be necessary.
Yan Chuan hesitated and typed a message: “Aren’t you worried about the cost?”
Also, did this benefactor mean for him to wear them on stream? If it was just for him alone… they would never meet in person.
He was also quite careful about keeping his secrets.
Qi Yan replied, “No.”
“Clothes only have value when worn by someone. The same goes for jewelry.” He sent a rather profound message, concluding, “You agreed to give me your socks, so of course, I should pick clothes for you.”
Yan Chuan: …
These two items are not equivalent, right?
A pair of cheap long socks that he had already worn would be quite impolite to present in front of others. Who would even want them?
Yan Chuan sent back, “But I’ve already worn them.”
“You really… don’t mind?” After a moment of hesitation, he still sent the last part.
“I don’t mind,” Qi Yan replied quickly, and Yan Chuan wondered why he was still awake: “You’re beautiful, and worn clothes still carry your scent.”
His tone was serious, as if he was discussing some important issue with Yan Chuan.
In reality, they were talking about Yan Chuan’s socks.
Yan Chuan paused for a moment, his cheeks feeling a bit hot.
How could worn clothes carry a scent…
Qi Yan continued to message him: “Can you agree? The package will arrive before tomorrow night. You can send the socks to me at the address I provided.”
“I only want a pair of socks.”
He emphasized at the end.
[Uh, that’s so affordable]
[Whispering, they won’t be taken by someone else, right?]
[I also want my wife’s worn clothes!]
[What is this! Yan’s clothes! Let’s kiss! What is this! Yan’s clothes! Let’s kiss!]
***
On a day off.
Yan Chuan politely declined a colleague’s invitation to watch a livestream together, saying he was busy looking for a place to move.
He had already gotten responses to the rental information he posted, with one person eager to leave K City and offering a low price for a three-bedroom apartment that provided plenty of space.
Yan Chuan planned to assess the situation before deciding whether to rent the place.
After all, not using the external speaker during a livestream could lead to unwanted noise—either way, it wouldn’t be convenient.
Having agreed on a time to inspect the property with the landlord, Yan Chuan texted Evan.
“I’m ready,” he added his address.
Evan had rushed to pick him up before getting off work yesterday, but Yan Chuan was focused on streaming, so he turned down the request, saying he needed to prepare.
Evan agreed, but early in the morning, he messaged Yan Chuan to ask when he could come to pick him up.
Evan replied quickly,
“I’m on my way.”
Yan Chuan typed back, “Your car probably won’t fit; I’ll wait for you at the entrance.”
This area was one of the least conspicuous parts of K City, far removed from the wealth of the city center, the narrow roads in the neighborhood made it impossible for cars to navigate.
Evan responded with a simple “Okay.”
Yan Chuan carried a small bag containing a change of clothes and his computer for streaming.
He had brought only a few clothes, and he couldn’t wear what Evan gave him, usually opting for long sleeves and pants to shield himself from others’ gaze.
Though Evan would do everything he could to benefit himself while staying together.
Yan Chuan thought about the “clothes” Evan picked and discreetly averted his gaze.
He originally seemed like such a serious person but had no idea he had this peculiar preference.
Before long, a silver-purple supercar stopped in front of Yan Chuan.
The car door opened, and Evan stepped out.
He clearly had dressed up for the occasion, with a crisp shirt and a carefully chosen bow tie, along with a silver tie clip.
But Yan Chuan hardly noticed, simply nodding. “Let’s go.”
Evan opened the door for him.
Once in the driver’s seat, Evan casually asked, “Why do you live so far away?”
He had driven over from the city center and had taken quite a detour to find it.
Yan Chuan, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced over. “Rent in other areas is too high.”
Evan fell silent.
He stole a look at Yan Chuan beside him, noticing that he had slightly closed his eyes, his long lashes casting a small shadow on his cheek.
His face was pallid, lips slightly pink, but there was a hint of a dull blue under his eyes, making him appear vulnerable as he curled up in the seat.
Is it that tiring?
Evan seldom reflected on himself.
He occasionally—well, every day—wanted Yan Chuan to come up to the office on the roof. But it was mainly just to have lunch together, hoping to make him gain a little weight and not look so thin.
However, Yan Chuan did not show signs of gaining weight; instead, he seemed weary from seeing him every day.
Did he not sleep well last night because he was conflicted about not wanting to see him?
Evan felt a mix of emotions.
Unable to help it, he drove more smoothly, adjusting the air conditioning to a slightly warmer temperature, trying to help the passenger relax and sleep better.
Unaware that he had been labeled as a “stubborn, cold little flower,” Yan Chuan was on the verge of falling asleep.
He was indeed a bit tired, but not because of Evan; it was from the matter of Qi Yan wanting his socks.
In the end, Qi Yan had earnestly praised him and said many strange things that made Yan Chuan feel his words were even more absurd than the request he made.
Exchanging something else for the socks he had worn… who knows what this person was thinking.
After more than half an hour passed, Evan parked the car.
This was the house he bought two years ago, located in a prime area of K City. A standalone villa with a garden, perched halfway up a hill, it offered beautiful scenery and decent privacy.
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