Really embarrassing, ahhhhhh. He’d worked diligently, done his job earnestly, and suddenly the boss confessed to him. It was awkward and horrifying.
Tao Zhi couldn’t accept it for the time being and had no way to face Fu Zheng. Seeing him made his toes curl in embarrassment; once it was so bad he nearly cramped… He could only avoid mixing with Fu Zheng for now.
These past few days, he’d spent most of his time in the library.
Swimming in the ocean of knowledge was joyful, letting him temporarily forget his troubles—like those two Fu brothers… Tao Zhi had enjoyed three days of peace. He was at the school gate today because Fu Si Heng had come.
Sunday night, Fu Si Heng had gotten his class schedule, said “Got it,” and hadn’t contacted him since.
These three days had been quiet, and Tao Zhi had nearly forgotten. But today, Fu Si Heng suddenly said he was coming to take him to dinner.
Tao Zhi was stunned upon receiving the message.
The timing was perfect—he had only one class that afternoon, then helped at the club. Now was just right for an early dinner; later, the cafeteria would be packed.
Tao Zhi was about to head there when Fu Si Heng intercepted.
Fu Si Heng said he was already at the school gate.
Fine.
He was already here.
Tao Zhi turned his steps toward outside the gate.
This was the second time meeting Fu Si Heng as a guy after his identity was exposed, and Tao Zhi felt unadapted and awkward, but Fu Si Heng acted like nothing was wrong and told him to get in the car.
He’d thought Fu Si Heng came to campus specially to take him out for a meal, but Fu Si Heng had packed food for him.
Tao Zhi stared for several seconds, blinked: “Brother Fu, did you make this?”
“I wish.” Fu Si Heng opened the thermos: “Auntie from home made it. She was over today and stewed some soup—drink more.”
“Oh… Thanks.” The polite college student thanked him quickly, took the soup cup Fu Si Heng handed over, and sipped twice before feeling something off.
There was only one set of bowl, chopsticks, and portion. Tao Zhi puzzled: “Aren’t you eating?”
Fu Si Heng: “You eat. I have a dinner meeting tonight.”
So he’d brought it just for him.
Tao Zhi felt embarrassed. Fu Si Heng’s home was so far from school, yet he’d driven over specially just to deliver dinner…
There was no need for that at all.
“I’m a giving-type boyfriend.” As if guessing Tao Zhi’s thoughts, Fu Si Heng spoke up: “I just like doing things for my boyfriend.”
“…”
Such a shocking statement—Tao Zhi nearly choked on a piece of chicken.
After swallowing with effort, he said awkwardly: “You… you accepted it so fast.”
He could accept having a boyfriend just like that.
Fu Zheng had said he agonized over being bent for an entire winter break.
Older men really were more worldly and accepting.
Tao Zhi silently shoveled rice.
Fu Si Heng chuckled: “Eat slower.”
“…Okay.” Tao Zhi slowed down.
After dinner came dessert, also made by the Fu family’s auntie.
Plus a box of snacks for him to take back to the dorm.
“That’s too much.” Tao Zhi opened it to look.
“It’s fine, eat more—you’re too skinny.” As Fu Si Heng spoke, he circled Tao Zhi’s wrist: “I’ll come see you next time.”
Tao Zhi pursed his lips, unsure if he should agree. After a moment, he said okay, took the stuff, and opened the car door.
“Thanks for today, really no need to come specially… Uh?” As he got out, Fu Si Heng got out too: “Brother Fu, why’d you get out?”
Fu Si Heng: “One more thing to do.”
Of course Fu Si Heng wasn’t just there to visit.
The main reason was that he missed him.
Impulse overrode reason.
Though he knew it was best not to, Fu Si Heng still circled to Tao Zhi’s side after getting out. Under his bewildered gaze, he leaned down and lightly brushed his lips.
Tao Zhi was shocked, eyes widening slightly: “Wh-what did you kiss me for?”
Hadn’t he said it was just nominal boyfriend?
Just be his boyfriend first, not letting him go back to single status until he recovered, then break up?
Tao Zhi covered his mouth, retreating in horror.
“Just testing the girlfriend feeling.” Fu Si Heng had his excuse ready: “Even if I need time to accept losing my girlfriend, going from French kissing to a light touch isn’t too much, right?”
Tao Zhi: “…”
It wasn’t.
Tao Zhi was used to Fu Si Heng’s deep, intense kisses—this one barely registered.
But it felt weird.
His bunny instincts for danger seemed to kick in again. Fu Si Heng didn’t seem like someone who couldn’t accept losing his girlfriend and suddenly being single, as he claimed.
This felt more like a trap…
His lips were brushed again.
Tao Zhi’s lashes trembled.
Before he could stop him this time, a strong force suddenly yanked Tao Zhi away.
It was so abrupt—Tao Zhi stumbled into that person’s arms, dazed. He looked up.
Fu Zheng’s face, furious and ugly with rage.
Tao Zhi: “?”
What was this? Why was Fu Zheng here?!
Tao Zhi suddenly felt the world go dark.
“You said you weren’t gay!” Fu Zheng gnashed his teeth, feeling like he was going insane.
He was about to lose all reason: “What were you just doing?!”
