Chapter 95 Part 1

Fu Si Heng wanted to live together.

It happened around the time their relationship was approaching its one-year anniversary, during Tao Zhi’s sophomore fall semester, on the fifth day of National Day.

This year, Tao Zhi had gone home for National Day but returned two days early. He was now staying at Fu Si Heng’s place.

With his scholarship money plus earnings from tutoring, and after learning to be a DM for murder mystery games and turtle soup puzzles last year, Tao Zhi had quite a bit of cash on hand. He no longer needed to hustle for part-time jobs during holidays like he did the previous year.

Although he still had that indenture contract with Boss Rong…

But after a busy period last year, Rong Huai’s cross-dressing store hadn’t released many new items since. Tao Zhi’s career as a cross-dressing model continued sporadically.

It was fairly leisurely.

He had arrived at the airport on the evening of the fourth day of National Day, and Fu Si Heng had picked him up. They hadn’t gotten out of bed until noon today.

After eating, Tao Zhi sat on the wool rug in the living room, assembling the building block set he had bought recently while listening to Fu Si Heng talk.

When Fu Si Heng mentioned living together, Tao Zhi’s hands paused for a moment, but he didn’t look up. He continued building the convenience store model and casually asked, “Why do we need to live together?”

Things were pretty good as they were.

They only met on weekends, but they video called and chatted on WeChat during the week, talking almost every day.

The frequency felt just right.

If they lived together…

Tao Zhi looked up at Fu Si Heng and told him, “Your place is too far from school. I have a lot of morning classes this semester.”

“I can buy a place near your school,” Fu Si Heng said nonchalantly.

Tao Zhi: “…”

That seemed totally unnecessary.

Besides, Fu Si Heng lived here because it was close to his company. If he moved near Tao Zhi’s school, it would be far from work.

Tao Zhi had experienced running between two places before—school one day, hospital the next, then back to school. He found it exhausting.

Putting himself in Fu Si Heng’s shoes, he figured it would tire him out too.

Tao Zhi didn’t want Fu Si Heng doing that, so he shook his head in refusal.

Fu Si Heng probably guessed what Tao Zhi was thinking.

Tao Zhi was a kind little baby.

But sometimes, he was a bit too kind.

Fu Si Heng told him, “I’m not tired.”

Tao Zhi thought about it and decided Fu Si Heng’s words weren’t reliable, so he shook his head again.

“But I want to live together,” Fu Si Heng said.

“Why?” Tao Zhi couldn’t quite understand and asked doubtfully.

And so, they were back to the original question.

“Because I want to see you every day.” The words slipped out naturally; it was also what Fu Si Heng truly felt.

If he could, he really wanted to be with Tao Zhi every moment, to keep him in his pocket and take him everywhere—or have Tao Zhi keep him in his pocket. He didn’t care which.

Fu Si Heng’s current mindset was utterly lovestruck.

But he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

He had worked so hard for so long; what was wrong with being a bit lovestruck now?

The longer he was with Tao Zhi, the stronger this desire grew.

He never felt the urge for distance that sometimes came with long-term relationships.

He just felt it wasn’t enough.

Two days a week? How was that enough?

Even summer break was only half the time.

Not enough.

He had endured until now to even bring it up, which showed remarkable restraint.

Fu Si Heng tried to coax Tao Zhi: “We’ve been dating for a year already. Living together isn’t too soon, right?”

Tao Zhi: “Huh?”

A year?

What year?

Tao Zhi’s eyes turned blank at those words.

He stared at Fu Si Heng in a daze: “Have we been together for a year?”

“Pretty much,” Fu Si Heng said. “Just one month until our anniversary.”

Tao Zhi: “?”

No.

What on earth was Fu Si Heng talking about?

The more Tao Zhi heard, the more something felt off. He stopped playing with the blocks and discussed the topic seriously with Fu Si Heng: “That’s not right. It hasn’t been a year. It’s only been a few months.”

“Of course it has,” Fu Si Heng said. “I met you at the end of October, when I beat up Fu Zheng in the dorm, right?”

“Yes… no!” Tao Zhi realized what Fu Si Heng meant and quickly corrected him. “That was our first meeting. How can you count meeting as us getting together?”

“Hm? Can’t I?” Fu Si Heng stared at him. “But I really fell for you at first sight back then.”

“The moment I saw you, I liked you.”

“Baby, you’re so cute. Do you know how cute you were?” Fu Si Heng said. “I thought you’d close the door on me, but you walked in, closed it, and stood against the wall in timeout by yourself.”

“You were fatally cute. I liked you right then.”

Tao Zhi: “…”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he got confessed to.

Tao Zhi froze for a moment, blinked, and recalled along Fu Si Heng’s words… then shyly pursed his lips.

“Oh…”

He felt a little happy.

His heart beat faster.

His heart fluttered.

After all, who didn’t like being complimented?

But he still had to correct Fu Si Heng: “That definitely doesn’t count. It was just our first meeting…”

“Love at first sight.”

Fu Si Heng sat across from him, one leg bent, hand propping his face, gaze fixed on Tao Zhi.

That fair, pretty little face, slender white neck—it took him back to that afternoon last year.

A bead of sweat sliding down his cheek into his collarbone.

So white.

Tsk.

Fu Si Heng swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

His gaze was blatant, and Tao Zhi began to avoid it.

He coughed lightly twice and tried to break the atmosphere that was turning steamy with a serious tone, utterly righteous: “Love at first sight is your thing. I didn’t fall for you at first sight.”