Qiu Shun and Qiu Sui were right there beside them, but the embracing pair didn’t linger in their affection for long.
Lin Kai handed the flowers to Qiao Keren, then rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he greeted Qiu Sui and Qiu Shun, his expression shy and nervous.
Qiu Sui gradually came back to his senses, shoving his phone into his pocket before punching Lin Kai on the shoulder. “You didn’t even loop us in—what if you’d gotten the wrong guy?”
Lin Kai chuckled awkwardly, his gaze unable to stay off Qiao Keren beside him. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.”
With the performance over, the group chatted as they headed back to the suite. Qiu Sui ordered some hotel late-night snacks and fruit on the way.
Lin Kai had arrived at the hotel that afternoon and hadn’t been able to find them at first, but Qiao Keren loved sharing—snapping photos everywhere and sending them straight to him.
Figuring Qiao Keren would be out playing during the day, Lin Kai had planned to surprise him that night, and the evening show had made for the perfect atmosphere.
The four of them gathered on the sofa, munching on snacks and catching up. Before they knew it, the clock struck midnight. Lin Kai’s room was downstairs, so Qiao Keren grabbed the keycard and happily walked him out with a grin. Qiu Shun headed off to the bathroom with his pajamas.
Qiu Sui curled up on the living room sofa, faintly hearing Qiao Keren’s cheerful laughter and Lin Kai’s unmistakable deep bass voice—they were still at the door.
But the sounds quieted soon enough. Once the liveliness faded, an inexplicable gloom settled over Qiu Sui.
He fished his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, spotting new messages from Shen Zhixiao. He’d set the WeChat chat to Do Not Disturb, so no notifications had come through.
Qiu Sui stared at the red dot, his lips twitching upward almost imperceptibly. He tapped into Shen Zhixiao’s chat and was greeted first by a long string of tap-taps at the top of the screen before he even saw the messages.
He bristled with instant embarrassment, his lounging posture snapping upright as if he’d been electrocuted. What kind of useless, mortifying feature is this? Who even designed it?!
Qiu Sui couldn’t even remember how many times he’d tap-tapped Shen Zhixiao’s avatar back then—just that he’d been so pissed off, glaring at that unchanged couple’s profile pic while hammering away for ages.
Shen Zhixiao had seen it but chickened out, not daring to say a word until the taps stopped. Only then did he cautiously message: Xiao Sui, what’s wrong?
But Qiu Sui had already pocketed his phone and struck up a conversation with Lin Kai by then, ignoring it completely. Shen Zhixiao waited without a reply, went silent for a few seconds, then sent more.
Stupid Liar: Is the show over?
Stupid Liar: How were the light show and fireworks?
Qiu Sui never replied, so Shen Zhixiao couldn’t tell if he was being ignored or just hadn’t seen them. He held back after that, but as midnight neared, he sent a quiet goodnight and Happy New Year’s.
It had been over twenty minutes since that last message.
Qiu Sui bit his lip in mild annoyance, then finally sent over the photos and video. He typed curtly: Not bad. Fireworks were pretty.
Shen Zhixiao hadn’t expected a reply and froze for half a beat before hurrying back: Still up this late?
No comment on the fireworks he’d shot—Qiu Sui itched to unsend, but the window had passed. He settled for a flat Mm.
Shen Zhixiao quickly praised the fireworks and video, asking why no light show pics.
Qiu Sui’s chin lifted a bit, pleased despite himself as he reclined back. The light show was decent overall, but those last words made it cheesy as hell.
He didn’t send the gripe, forwarding drone light show pics instead. Shen Zhixiao kept gushing over his photography skills, then pivoted carefully: Where are you heading with friends tomorrow?
The original plan had been an early mountain hike to a famous local temple, but with the late night, they’d pushed it back—and now Lin Kai was joining.
Since he’d decided to meet only after the holiday, Qiu Sui kept it vague: Finals soon. Climbing a mountain and visiting a temple tomorrow.
Stupid Liar: Gotta head out early? It’s getting late.
Qiu Sui started typing It’s fine, up at nine, when Qiu Shun brushed his shoulder on the way by.
“Not in the bath yet?”
Qiu Shun hadn’t peeked at his chat, but Qiu Sui felt a guilty pang anyway.
He oh-ed quickly, didn’t close the app, deleted the draft right in front of Qiu Shun, and hammered out: Resting now. Gnight.
Shen Zhixiao replied without disappointment: Okay, gnight.
Qiu Shun caught a glimpse of the contact name, arching a brow. “Shen Zhixiao?”
Qiu Sui eyed his brother’s expression warily, unsure what he meant, but Qiu Shun said nothing—just shoved him toward the bath.
It was late now. Qiao Keren had been gone over twenty minutes; even if Lin Kai was in another building, he should’ve walked him back by now.
As Qiu Sui headed to his room, wondering if Qiao Keren was crashing elsewhere, the door beeped open.
Qiao Keren’s hair was mussed, lips reddened as he walked in. Spotting them in the living room, he looked surprised, his expression awkward. “You guys still up?”
“About to,” Qiu Sui said, averting his eyes and heading off. Qiu Shun nodded blankly, playing dumb.
But Qiao Keren clocked their vibe instantly, clapping a hand to his mouth—only to find a bite mark there. His face exploded red.
“…”
The hotel was a hike from the temple, so they didn’t arrive until noon. They grabbed lunch at the base before starting up.
Holiday crowds packed the stone steps, pheromones mixing into a chaotic haze. The air cleared a bit on the upper plateau.
Qiao Keren prayed for every kind of fortune and prosperity, then dragged Lin Kai to the marriage hall—supposedly super accurate.
Qiu Sui glanced over from afar, skipping the crowd to hit another hall with Qiu Shun. He picked up a few peace buckles on the way out.
Down the mountain early enough, they hit another district for a popular boat cruise, dinner at the local food street.
Qiu Sui thought it beat the hotel buffet.
Way more steps than yesterday; his camera roll overflowed with landscapes and group shots.
Exhausted but satisfied, he curated and posted a Moments update on the ride back.
Everyone was traveling—his feed brimmed with scenic shots from everywhere.
Likes poured in. Minutes later, checking: no Shen Zhixiao.
Probably not scrolling Moments.
Qiu Sui pursed his lips, pocketing his phone. Back at the hotel, he refreshed again.
Still nothing after twenty-plus minutes—then a dinner check-in pinged.
Qiu Sui snapped back Ate, tempted to ghost, but Shen Zhixiao pressed on cluelessly.
Stupid Liar: Back at the hotel?
Stupid Liar: Having fun with friends?
No reply. Qiu Sui tapped Shen Zhixiao’s avatar to scroll his Moments.
Nothing recent—the last was pre-breakup, that dinner they’d cooked together.
He opened the real-life pic, his own laughter echoing in memory.
Whatever. Hasn’t posted in ages—normal not to check.
Exiting, his gaze snagged on the profile info: [Friend permissions set: Can’t see Moments or status.]
“…”
Qiu Sui fixed it while scratching his head in frustration.
When did I block his Moments? Avatar change?
Permissions restored, back to chat: Shen Zhixiao, no reply, had sent Sorry, won’t bother you…
Qiu Sui groaned, firing off scenery shots first: Pretty fun. Just got back to hotel.
Instant response.
Stupid Liar: Gorgeous views. Cable car?
Cable car?
Qiu Sui paused sharply, checking his sent pics—cable car in the corner of one. Yeah.
He added cable car landscapes, no landmarks. Shen Zhixiao shouldn’t pinpoint.
Everyone traveling—Wen Heng hit the capital with his guy. Shen Zhixiao? Zero outings?
Stupid Liar: Nah, stayed in.
Stupid Liar: Holed up in the apartment all day.
Stupid Liar: [Photo]
Apartment shot, including the succulents Qiu Sui had bought.
Qiu Sui eyed it skeptically, then inspiration struck.
Hope he forgot to turn it off.
He opened rarely used WeChat Sports—last checked racing Shen Zhixiao’s campus steps.
Today: mountain, boat, old town—over 20k steps. Qiao Keren topped him, Lin Kai chasing close, Qiu Shun behind, a classmate, then… Shen Zhixiao.
21,370 steps “at home”? Treadmill with phone in pocket?
Qiu Sui glared at the leaderboard, checked yesterday’s—similar steps.
…
This dumb Alpha forget he shared his step ranking with me?
Fist clenched, he liked Shen Zhixiao’s steps without hesitation, reopened chat, and while striding out, hit video call.
The Alpha jolted at the incoming call, fumbling his phone, heart pounding, eyelids twitching.
Answer or not? The rapid ringtone terrified him. Panicking, he accepted—voice only, low: “Xiao Sui.”
“Turn on the camera,” Qiu Sui commanded softly, eyes on the avatar.
Rustling across the line, then compliance—but pitch black background, just the Alpha’s handsome features.
Qiu Sui’s fist tightened. “Lights on.”
Shen Zhixiao stiffened, deflecting softly: “I-I didn’t expect a video call, Xiao Sui…”
“Cut the crap. Lights.”
Shen Zhixiao clutched the phone rigidly, eyes darting nervously at Qiu Sui’s blank face. Voice shaky: “Xiao Sui, c-can I keep the lights off…?”
Qiu Sui eyed him coldly, then smiled—his face lighting up. “Sure.”
Relief flickered, shattered as Qiu Sui continued lightly: “What’d you do in the apartment today? 21,370 steps? Almost beat me.”
Nerves snapped taut. He minimized—saw the like on his steps.
Throat dry, gulping under Qiu Sui’s judging gaze, chills hit. “I-I…”
Panic whitened his face, lashes trembling: “I didn’t mean to lie… I just wanted to, to see you…”
“Room number,” Qiu Sui cut in.
“2410…” Shen Zhixiao mumbled weakly.
“…”
Room 2410—right downstairs!
Qiu Sui hung up, storming down.
The Alpha waited at the door like a punished kid, phone hugged tight, head low as Qiu Sui approached—then bam, a hard shoulder punch sent him staggering inside!
Qiu Sui slammed the door shut behind him without a second thought. Shen Zhixiao stumbled unsteadily into the entryway table, a sharp pain exploding across his shoulder. Before he could even turn around, Qiu Sui had already dragged him into the living room.
He didn’t dare struggle as Qiu Sui flung him onto the sofa. His eyes reddened slightly as he murmured an apology. “I’m sorry… I was wrong. Don’t be mad…”
“You can’t kick this stalking habit of yours, can you?”
Qiu Sui clenched his fist and slammed it into Shen Zhixiao’s chest, hard enough to make the other man’s chest cavity ache and send him into a fit of urgent coughs. Tears began to well up in Shen Zhixiao’s eyes.
Qiu Sui gripped Shen Zhixiao’s chin roughly, forcing his face up. He stared at the pained expression, at the wounds on his cheeks that hadn’t fully faded, then leaned down and bit viciously into Shen Zhixiao’s trembling lips.
Shen Zhixiao’s throat went instantly silent. His entire body froze on the sofa, all senses numbed except for the fierce yet harmless bite-kiss on his lips from Qiu Sui.
Qiu Sui’s sharp teeth tugged at Shen Zhixiao’s lips. For a moment, he really wanted to bite right through them, but in the end, he let go. Still pinching Shen Zhixiao’s chin, he kissed those lips instead.
It had been so long since they’d kissed. The moment their lips met, their hearts trembled uncontrollably, as if it were their very souls touching endlessly.
For once, Shen Zhixiao lay utterly rigid, letting Qiu Sui take the lead in the kiss.
Despite all the kisses they’d shared before, Qiu Sui’s technique was still clumsy.
He awkwardly teased Shen Zhixiao’s tongue, his sharp teeth occasionally scraping over Shen Zhixiao’s lips. When he delved deeper, he bumped into Shen Zhixiao’s teeth, the jarring ache sending sharp tingles through both their nerves.
Qiu Sui kissed deeper and deeper, unconsciously pressing his knee into the sofa. One hand pinned Shen Zhixiao’s battered shoulder, trapping him firmly against the cushions.
Shen Zhixiao felt Qiu Sui’s body heat, the light brush of his tongue, Qiu Sui’s presence—that familiar, longed-for sensation made hot tears brim in his eyes uncontrollably. It felt like a false dream, but the real pain in his shoulder grounded him: this was happening.
His eyelashes fluttered amid the kiss. His hands, numb at first on either side of the sofa, slowly regained sensation. Tentatively, helplessly, they reached for Qiu Sui’s waist, his shoulders, until they wrapped around his neck, letting Qiu Sui’s messy, clashing kisses continue.
It wasn’t until Qiu Sui smacked his head and mumbled thickly, “What are you, a block of wood?” that Shen Zhixiao seemed to get permission to kiss back.
Shen Zhixiao didn’t dare go deep or forceful. He just cradled Qiu Sui’s head, swirling his tongue tip, laving his lips—gentle, shallow kisses that teased without committing.
Qiu Sui pressed against the sofa, savoring the frustrating, itchy numbness. What’s going on? he thought. It’s been too long; has Shen Zhixiao’s kissing gotten worse?
But soon, Shen Zhixiao lost control of his instincts mid-kiss. Breathing in Qiu Sui’s scent, that clean fragrance on his skin, his kisses grew heavier. His tongue moved faster, sliding over Qiu Sui’s upper palate and probing deeper. His body tilted toward Qiu Sui, turning urgent like a sudden storm.
Qiu Sui’s fingers loosened on Shen Zhixiao’s chin. His legs buckled on the sofa arm, and he sank weakly onto Shen Zhixiao, his knee twitching uncomfortably and bumping into Shen Zhixiao’s waist.
The fresh wound there flared with sharp pain, stealing Shen Zhixiao’s breath for half a beat. But he quickly recovered, gripping the back of Qiu Sui’s neck and ravaging his mouth fiercely.
The familiar deep kiss made Qiu Sui’s scalp tingle and his limbs go limp. He couldn’t think anymore, quickly losing himself in the pleasure and forgetting everything else.
By the time the phone rang, they had somehow ended up lying on the sofa, with Qiu Sui pinned beneath Shen Zhixiao.
Shen Zhixiao cradled his face, alternating between pecks and deep tongue kisses. The wet smacking sounds blurred Qiu Sui’s senses.
“…Phone…” Qiu Sui gradually came to, fumbling dazedly for it in the heat. His hands were too weak to fish it out of his pocket. Shen Zhixiao reached in while still kissing him and pulled it free.
Seeing Qiu Shun’s name, Qiu Sui’s foggy brain snapped clear. He shoved at Shen Zhixiao’s face in panic and grabbed the phone to answer.
The alpha, pushed away, lacked his old arrogance. He didn’t dare lean back in for more kisses. Instead, he gazed at Qiu Sui meekly, fingers clinging tightly to his cheeks, feeling the vibrations as he spoke.
“Hello? Hello, Shun? What’s up?” Qiu Sui cleared his throat quickly, steadying his breath.
“Bro, where’d you go?” Qiu Shun asked flatly from the other end.
“I, uh…” Qiu Sui glanced at the alpha in front of him and faltered. “I’m soaking in the Hot Spring Area.”
“…”
Qiu Shun checked the time: 11:30. The Hot Spring Area closed at eleven.
Qiu Sui instinctively glanced at the clock too and wanted to smack his forehead—but his hand was trapped on Shen Zhixiao’s shoulder, blocked by the man’s head.
He scrunched his face. Did he kiss me stupid? What the hell was that?
“No, wait—I zoned out for a sec,” Qiu Sui swallowed and backpedaled. “I’m downstairs. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just a reminder—it’s getting late. Go wash up.”
Qiu Sui let out an “oh,” steadying his breath. “I’ll head up soon.”
Qiu Shun said okay, then added, “Take your time if you need to.”
“…” Qiu Sui stared at the hung-up call, his head and neck flushing with uncontrollable heat.
Shen Zhixiao, pressed face-to-face, had heard the whole conversation.
He looked down into Qiu Sui’s eyes, which glimmered faintly. His voice was tentative, barely above a whisper: “…Are you leaving me?”
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