Across the corridor, Liang Muqiu had been lying in bed for half an hour after taking a bath, unable to sleep.
Earlier, he left Cen Nan’s house with the excuse of sleeping but he was lying on his bed with his eyes closed and Cen Nan’s enlarged face in his mind. His pale lips, his tall nose, his eyelashes trembling gently as if brushing against his face.
He didn’t know why but his face felt a little hot.
He remembered Cen Nan bowing his head in the tent the other day while his fingers grasped the mattress under him, panicked but indulging in joy.
Liang Muqiu shrunk his face under the quilt, thinking that being a vegetarian for too long wasn’t good.
In fact, he didn’t have a lot of sexual desire.
In the two years after breaking up with Cen Nan, he had no intention of finding a partner, let alone falling in love. He was even annoyed seeing other couples walk about.
Sometime in the middle of their parting period, he eased up a bit and also thought about starting over. The world was so big and there were so many handsome men. He didn’t believe that he couldn’t find a better-looking one than Cen Nan, someone more suitable for him.
…In the end, he couldn’t find anyone.
Hence later, he gave up finding someone else. He thought there were many other meaningful things in life apart from love.
But looking at the situation now, he was sure that Cen Nan was an evil spirit. Even if he entered the temple and devoted himself to Buddha, he would be hooked back. It hadn’t even been two months since reuniting with Cen Nan but his seven emotions and six desires had suddenly returned.
Recently, he had nothing to do and so his thoughts wandered off into R-rated territory.
Liang Muqiu stared at the ceiling and sighed melancholily.
He suddenly regretted not letting Concubine Cen serve him in bed.
Even if he didn’t have anything else to say about Cen Nan, at least his bed skills were pretty good.
For several days after that, Liang Muqiu didn’t refuse to eat with Cen Nan.
Both of them were busy with work and had no time to go out every day. Most of the time, Cen Nan came to his house to cook a meal but he wouldn’t return after dinner. Instead, he moved his laptop to his house.
Liang Muqiu was sitting on the sofa writing a script while Cen Nan was working on the small round table next to him, none bothering each other.
When Cen Nan brought his laptop for the first time, Liang Muqiu raised his eyebrows, thinking that this person didn’t consider himself as an outsider at all.
But he didn’t drive him away and indulged Cen Nan as he set up camp in his living room.
There were also new roses placed in his vase in the living room by Cen Nan. They were a deep fuchsia, just like a fair maiden.
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He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cen Nan. “Just admit you’re old and can’t keep up with the young.”
Cen Nan smiled slightly but did not refute. He killed the assassin in front of him with one slash and ended the game.
He lowered the console. He was obviously taller than Liang Muqiu but he lowered himself and raised his head to peck Liang Muqiu’s lips.
“It’s true I’m not as young as twenty years.” He whispered, “Don’t dislike me.”
He lifted his eyes to look at Liang Muqiu. Because his body was lowered and he was looking at Liang Muqiu from bottom to top, those sharp and aloof eyes had lost their usual harshness and were soft affectionate like a pool of water. It was like a pet afraid of being abandoned and trying to gain a little affection.
Liang Muqiu knew that he might have done it intentionally, but his heart still softened and his words were gentler.
“Stop talking nonsense. If you’re old, what am I? I’m also twenty-eight. Do you think I’m old?” Liang Muqiu asked.
Cen Nan smiled. He shook his head and took him into his arms.
“No, you’re just right for me.”
Cen Nan stayed at Liang Muqiu’s house until half past ten.
He had been trying to stay overnight lately, but Liang Muqiu didn’t let him succeed.
The two were dawdling at the entrance, similar to a scene where they had to separate and head to different teaching blocks.
Thinking of this, Liang Muqiu couldn’t help but chuckle.
Cen Nan looked at him suspiciously, “What are you laughing at?”
Liang Muqiu hugged himself and said, “It’s nothing. I just remembered that time at university, I kissed you downstairs and was seen by your professor. The old teacher was so scared, his cup dropped and shattered into pieces.”
Cen Nan remembered that as well.
He recalled, “That was Professor Meng. I later reimbursed him for the cup. He helped me to choose my elective class and also dragged me for half an hour to talk about gay health. He even reminded me to pay attention to my body and not to mess around.”
Liang Muqiu covered his face, still feeling a little embarrassed.
After that incident, whenever he saw Professor Meng at school, he would hide but the old professor was very open-minded and would greet him with a smile every time.
He no longer wanted to recall this black history, so he hurried Cen Nan out, “Okay, you go back quickly. Sleep early and go to work on time, or I’ll complain to Ren Qihan.”
Cen Nan said reluctantly, “You sure have a good relationship with him.”
While the two were talking, Liang Muqiu’s cell phone rang. But since it was thrown on the sofa in the living room, no one heard it and the call eventually stopped.
Liang Muqiu opened the front door of his house and asked Cen Nan to get out.
Cen Nan didn’t struggle anymore and merely asked, “What do you want to eat tomorrow, curry rice?”
“Okay.” Liang Muqiu wasn’t picky either as he said, “I want beef.”
Cen Nan smiled and didn’t delay anymore, “Then I’ll go first.”
Liang Muqiu waved his hands perfunctorily.
But the next second, they heard an earth-shattering bang from outside the door.
Liang Muqiu was startled and Cen Nan subconsciously took him into his arms.
The two of them looked over together.
They saw in the corridor, two or three meters away from the door, a man wearing a gray jumper. He wasn’t tall and he had light brown hair, looking very delicate and staring at them both in shock.
Next to him was a box that fell to the floor.
The loud noise from earlier had come from this box.
Although they hadn’t seen each other for seven years, Cen Nan still hadn’t forgotten who this person was – Liang Muqiu’s best friend, Song Wei.
Cen Nan frowned, not understanding why Song Wei would suddenly visit in the middle of the night.
He looked down at Liang Muqiu, but found that the man in his arms was frozen like a petrified statue.
Song Wei stood in the corridor, looking at the two people who were stuck together in front of him. He raised his hand, his fingers trembling.
He was standing here two minutes ago, calling Liang Muqiu but receiving no response. Seeing the door open, he was happy but was caught off guard when he saw Cen Nan’s face.
It was more exciting than a horror movie.
In particular, Liang Muqiu was also being held in Cen Nan’s arms.
He couldn’t find any words to describe this scene except for three words, dog man and dog man.
For a moment, he even felt that he had returned to the university where Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan were shamelessly showing their love to him.
Song Wei only felt dizzy.
He took a deep breath and took half a day to calm down. He pointed to Cen Nan with his voice trembling and asked, “Liang Muqiu, do you want to explain to me what’s going on with this wild man?”
It sounded as if he was catching them committing adultery.
Cen Nan frowned subtly and looked at Song Wei unkindly.
He hadn’t forgotten that on the first day of their reunion, Song Wei had asked him to dress up on the phone.
But Liang Muqiu shoved Cen Nan aside and rushed up to hold Song Wei’s hand with a big stride, “Calm down, I can explain, really.”
Song Wei looked at him with a smile that wasn’t really a smile. “Then tell me ah, I’m listening.”
Liang Muqiu opened his mouth and realised that he didn’t know where to begin.
It had to be said that he was probably obsessed with the beauty and had a weak will so he ate grass.
Although it wasn’t fully eaten yet.
His imposing manner crumbled and he glanced around, not daring to look into Song Wei’s eyes.
However, Cen Nan came over from behind, pulled Liang Muqiu to his side and faced Song Wei head-on.
Song Wei stared at Cen Nan’s face and only two words appeared in his heart – “Scum man”.
Although he couldn’t beat Cen Nan, he couldn’t back down in terms of manners. He puffed his chest and gave a loud “Hmph”.
Cen Nan didn’t care about his attitude.
He just looked at Song Wei and explained, “I’m Qiuqiu’s neighbor now, I live opposite him.”
Song Wei looked at Liang Muqiu in disbelief.
It had reached the point that they were living opposite each other but Song Wei was still kept in the dark. He didn’t know that Liang Muqiu was a traitor!
Liang Muqiu quickly looked down at the floor.
But soon, Song Wei heard the words that made him explode even more.
Cen Nan glanced at Liang Muqiu and said calmly, “As for why I’m still at Qiuqiu’s house now, it’s because I’m pursuing him and I hope he can get back with me.”
Bang.
Song Wei was about to faint right now.
Poor song wei, if I caught my friend got together with her ex without me knowing than I’d surely kill them at sight
Scum Man, scum man! There is someone better for sure! ರ_ರ Go, SW, I have your back!(ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ
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