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Chapter Seven


This novel was posted on cnt18 [dot] blogsp0t [dot] com, by anasiana. If you're not reading it there, you get what you get  ̄へ ̄)


The next day, Han Yang found himself within Helian Qing's embrace. He could feel the larger man's expired breath against his nape, the warm exhalation slightly tickled as it struck his skin, making his body stiffen while a rosy tint stained his ears.

Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to them both. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Han Yang had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.

With everyone encouraging him to order, Han Yang accepted their wishes, ordering himself a couple dishes.

"Absolutely, sister-in-law must definitely be a dazzling beauty, who's soft and gentle!"


Too close...

On his way up to their flat, he could not help but wonder what sort of dish Han Yang would be making that night. Although they had both spent the last week not saying much to each other, when they ate together however, it felt quite good. Even though Han Yang's culinary skills could not be compared to his family's chef, generally speaking, the boy's dishes did leave one very satisfied overall.

When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Helian Qing had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.

Scoffing, then raking his fingers through his hair, Helian Qing reached for his phone beside him, opening a webpage to browse through the news.


This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.

However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Han Yang sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.

It was certain a few of the larger guys would eat a lot of meat as everyone placed their orders, Han Yang on the other hand, was preoccupied with staring at his phone. One of his roommates who sat beside him used his elbow to nudge him then asked, "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

"That's right, don't say your big bros never took care of you."

With his gaze fixed on the grey suitcase beside his feet, Helian Qing's lips pursed together just a little, with the look on his face not faring any better.

Kids are just so difficult to please.


Still rigid, Han Yang waited for about a minute to make sure Helian Qing had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.

When all their glasses clinked, within Han Yang's mind an image of Helian Qing's face flashed before his eyes. A dazzling beauty, he wouldn't go to such an extent to describe him, but that man was definitely handsome. As far as being soft and gentle though, that was just impossible, that man's mouth could poison a corpse.


Next, for a while, he closely observed the man who still laid resting on the bed. Certain that said man had not been roused by his movements, a relieved sigh left his lips before he exited the bedroom to wash up. Absent-minded, he closed the door behind him and thus that man lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

Next, for a while, he closely observed the man who still laid resting on the bed. Certain that said man had not been roused by his movements, a relieved sigh left his lips before he exited the bedroom to wash up. Absent-minded, he closed the door behind him and thus that man lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

Since it was, that on the very day the small suitcase's owner moved in, Helian Qing had also left for his business trip only to return just the day before yesterday. He simply did not take heed of where the boy's things were placed, or if the youth had spent those past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom.

When all their glasses clinked, within Han Yang's mind an image of Helian Qing's face flashed before his eyes. A dazzling beauty, he wouldn't go to such an extent to describe him, but that man was definitely handsome. As far as being soft and gentle though, that was just impossible, that man's mouth could poison a corpse.

Could it be Helian Qing?


Helian Qing propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Han Yang to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then...

While he ate, Han Yang—once again—could not help but think about Helian Qing.

After completing his order, he once again, turned his attention towards his phone. He noticed from since he sent Helian Qing the message until now, more than four hours had passed, and he had still not received a reply.

He would just try coaxing him.


He would just try coaxing him.

When he moved out of the dorm, everyone was unprepared for it, they did not even have enough time to all meet up properly. So, the aforementioned Friday was the most convenient, as they all had free time to get together for a decent meal.

When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Helian Qing had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.

"Ah-choo——"


Kids are just so difficult to please.

With Helian Qing? Impossible!


Scoffing, then raking his fingers through his hair, Helian Qing reached for his phone beside him, opening a webpage to browse through the news.

The younger man's timing was very accurate, so normally at this time he would already be preparing to cook, Helian Qing always returned just as he was about to serve the meal. However, at this moment the living room was vacant, the kitchen was completely clean, and the counter top did not have any dishes, neither fruits, nor even a drop of water.


For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.

It was certain a few of the larger guys would eat a lot of meat as everyone placed their orders, Han Yang on the other hand, was preoccupied with staring at his phone. One of his roommates who sat beside him used his elbow to nudge him then asked, "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

Helian Qing then remembered, when he came, he did not see that boy's shoes by the doorway either. He then went into the bedroom, where he saw there was also no one there.

Han Yang trembled suddenly just by having his mind filled with the possibility of Helian Qing's venomous lips declaring anything close to those words. It was more likely for him to say "Falling in love? You? Are you soft in the head?" or something similar.


However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.

Helian Qing propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Han Yang to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then...

The next day, Han Yang found himself within Helian Qing's embrace. He could feel the larger man's expired breath against his nape, the warm exhalation slightly tickled as it struck his skin, making his body stiffen while a rosy tint stained his ears.

"This is great!" A guy slapped the table, "You should find the time to take that girl of yours out for a meal, alright!"

Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.

Helian Qing was utterly unaware of Han Yang's plans. For the entire day he had chaired a meeting and as soon everything was completed, he had already hurriedly left work.


Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.

Him leaving work in such a flash showed how much he wanted to get back home to eat the meal his wife prepared. Thinking about that place, he took out his house keys cheerfully.

Helian Qing then remembered, when he came, he did not see that boy's shoes by the doorway either. He then went into the bedroom, where he saw there was also no one there.

Thinking of it like that, Han Yang suddenly felt a bit ridiculous and that stifling feeling he had since he arrived suddenly dissipated.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

Helian Qing propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Han Yang to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then...

With his gaze fixed on the grey suitcase beside his feet, Helian Qing's lips pursed together just a little, with the look on his face not faring any better.

However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.


Since it was, that on the very day the small suitcase's owner moved in, Helian Qing had also left for his business trip only to return just the day before yesterday. He simply did not take heed of where the boy's things were placed, or if the youth had spent those past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom.

For a while, the expression on Helian Qing's face was indecipherable. After hastily getting off work, hurrying back to have a meal, his mood abruptly deflated like a balloon. Soon after, within his throat the anger fermented, and at any given moment would probably erupt.

Next, for a while, he closely observed the man who still laid resting on the bed. Certain that said man had not been roused by his movements, a relieved sigh left his lips before he exited the bedroom to wash up. Absent-minded, he closed the door behind him and thus that man lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

He would just try coaxing him.

From then on, the interactions between the two maintained such a state of unease. At daytime it was tolerable, as one man went to work, while the other went to class, greatly reducing their chances of meeting one another. The crux of the matter, therefore, was at night-time.

Chapter Seven


Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to them both. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Han Yang had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.

With everyone encouraging him to order, Han Yang accepted their wishes, ordering himself a couple dishes.


With his gaze fixed on the grey suitcase beside his feet, Helian Qing's lips pursed together just a little, with the look on his face not faring any better.

N/A

"Hey, you should eat more meat, just look at those little chicken legs of yours, they're smaller than that guy's arm." ShezhangT/n: 舍长: shè zhǎng: dorm leader/elder. jested as he handed Han Yang a menu.

Han Yang soon found himself wondering whether the other man was truly upset, but due to the man's consistent return each day for supper, it did not seem as if he was, which made Han Yang quite confused.


"Ah-choo——"

"This is great!" A guy slapped the table, "You should find the time to take that girl of yours out for a meal, alright!"

Next, for a while, he closely observed the man who still laid resting on the bed. Certain that said man had not been roused by his movements, a relieved sigh left his lips before he exited the bedroom to wash up. Absent-minded, he closed the door behind him and thus that man lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

Too close...

A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—


At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Han Yang sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.

"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

"That's right, don't say your big bros never took care of you."

◈◇◈


Could it be Helian Qing?

Could it be Helian Qing?

When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Helian Qing had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.

Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.

When he moved out of the dorm, everyone was unprepared for it, they did not even have enough time to all meet up properly. So, the aforementioned Friday was the most convenient, as they all had free time to get together for a decent meal.


...This feels like a bad omen. Han Yang quietly thought.

Helian Qing darted into the apartment, but he did not see Han Yang in the kitchen as he usually was.

Han Yang wanted to clarify, but no one gave him a chance as they all began conversing while the wine was poured, raising their glasses to toast.

◈◇◈

Still rigid, Han Yang waited for about a minute to make sure Helian Qing had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.

"Absolutely, sister-in-law must definitely be a dazzling beauty, who's soft and gentle!"


When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Helian Qing had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.

◈◇◈

Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to them both. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Han Yang had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.

"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.

For a while, the expression on Helian Qing's face was indecipherable. After hastily getting off work, hurrying back to have a meal, his mood abruptly deflated like a balloon. Soon after, within his throat the anger fermented, and at any given moment would probably erupt.

"Come, come on everyone! In celebration of our A-Yang's passions being ignited, let's have a toast."

Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.


From then on, the interactions between the two maintained such a state of unease. At daytime it was tolerable, as one man went to work, while the other went to class, greatly reducing their chances of meeting one another. The crux of the matter, therefore, was at night-time.

Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.

"This is great!" A guy slapped the table, "You should find the time to take that girl of yours out for a meal, alright!"

"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

Him leaving work in such a flash showed how much he wanted to get back home to eat the meal his wife prepared. Thinking about that place, he took out his house keys cheerfully.

Still rigid, Han Yang waited for about a minute to make sure Helian Qing had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.


What surprised Han Yang was Helian Qing return for dinner—every single night. Despite the unspoken agreement between them to preserve the silence during their meals, what few conversations they did have were quite pitiful.

...This feels like a bad omen. Han Yang quietly thought.

When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Helian Qing had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.

With Helian Qing? Impossible!


Han Yang soon found himself wondering whether the other man was truly upset, but due to the man's consistent return each day for supper, it did not seem as if he was, which made Han Yang quite confused.

During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.

Too close...

And as for falling in love...


Things continued in such a manner until the Friday that followed, when Han Yang had gone out to dinner with his former roommates.

Thinking of it like that, Han Yang suddenly felt a bit ridiculous and that stifling feeling he had since he arrived suddenly dissipated.

"Huh?" Han Yang replied, "I'm fine, you guys can just order."

Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.

"Absolutely, sister-in-law must definitely be a dazzling beauty, who's soft and gentle!"

N/A


Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.

"Hey, you should eat more meat, just look at those little chicken legs of yours, they're smaller than that guy's arm." ShezhangT/n: 舍长: shè zhǎng: dorm leader/elder. jested as he handed Han Yang a menu.

"Huh?" Han Yang replied, "I'm fine, you guys can just order."

And as for falling in love...

"Come, come on everyone! In celebration of our A-Yang's passions being ignited, let's have a toast."

What surprised Han Yang was Helian Qing return for dinner—every single night. Despite the unspoken agreement between them to preserve the silence during their meals, what few conversations they did have were quite pitiful.

During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.

Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.


When he moved out of the dorm, everyone was unprepared for it, they did not even have enough time to all meet up properly. So, the aforementioned Friday was the most convenient, as they all had free time to get together for a decent meal.

Han Yang soon found himself wondering whether the other man was truly upset, but due to the man's consistent return each day for supper, it did not seem as if he was, which made Han Yang quite confused.


During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.

"Absolutely, sister-in-law must definitely be a dazzling beauty, who's soft and gentle!"

During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.

...This feels like a bad omen. Han Yang quietly thought.


The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

When all their glasses clinked, within Han Yang's mind an image of Helian Qing's face flashed before his eyes. A dazzling beauty, he wouldn't go to such an extent to describe him, but that man was definitely handsome. As far as being soft and gentle though, that was just impossible, that man's mouth could poison a corpse.

The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.

◈◇◈

Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.


It was certain a few of the larger guys would eat a lot of meat as everyone placed their orders, Han Yang on the other hand, was preoccupied with staring at his phone. One of his roommates who sat beside him used his elbow to nudge him then asked, "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

The next day, Han Yang found himself within Helian Qing's embrace. He could feel the larger man's expired breath against his nape, the warm exhalation slightly tickled as it struck his skin, making his body stiffen while a rosy tint stained his ears.

Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

Helian Qing darted into the apartment, but he did not see Han Yang in the kitchen as he usually was.

Well, no matter what happens next, first I'll eat then say what needs to be said later.

N/A


"Huh?" Han Yang replied, "I'm fine, you guys can just order."

He's probably still mad. Han Yang thought. To Helian Qing, perhaps he looked like someone who did not appreciate favours. Considering how well off the Helian family were, and how many people wanted to but could not climb up the social ladder, yet here he was, unable to tell chalk from cheese , what kind of person would not get angry!

Not only was that man ill-tempered, but he was also quite picky with his food. Today without him there to prepare his meals, he did not know what that picky one would end up eating.

"This is great!" A guy slapped the table, "You should find the time to take that girl of yours out for a meal, alright!"

For a while, the expression on Helian Qing's face was indecipherable. After hastily getting off work, hurrying back to have a meal, his mood abruptly deflated like a balloon. Soon after, within his throat the anger fermented, and at any given moment would probably erupt.

Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.

Kids are just so difficult to please.

With everyone encouraging him to order, Han Yang accepted their wishes, ordering himself a couple dishes.


"Hey, you should eat more meat, just look at those little chicken legs of yours, they're smaller than that guy's arm." ShezhangT/n: 舍长: shè zhǎng: dorm leader/elder. jested as he handed Han Yang a menu.

From then on, the interactions between the two maintained such a state of unease. At daytime it was tolerable, as one man went to work, while the other went to class, greatly reducing their chances of meeting one another. The crux of the matter, therefore, was at night-time.

He would just try coaxing him.

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.


"That's right, don't say your big bros never took care of you."

"No..."

At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Han Yang sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—

At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Han Yang sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.

Helian Qing darted into the apartment, but he did not see Han Yang in the kitchen as he usually was.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

"Hurry, fill them up!"


"Come on hurry up, order whatever you want to eat."

"Ah-choo——"


With everyone encouraging him to order, Han Yang accepted their wishes, ordering himself a couple dishes.

"Raise your glasses!"

"Is it possible that... it's about a love interest?" Shezhang asked.

Still rigid, Han Yang waited for about a minute to make sure Helian Qing had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.

"Come on hurry up, order whatever you want to eat."

Since it was, that on the very day the small suitcase's owner moved in, Helian Qing had also left for his business trip only to return just the day before yesterday. He simply did not take heed of where the boy's things were placed, or if the youth had spent those past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom.

"No..."

During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.


After completing his order, he once again, turned his attention towards his phone. He noticed from since he sent Helian Qing the message until now, more than four hours had passed, and he had still not received a reply.

Scoffing, then raking his fingers through his hair, Helian Qing reached for his phone beside him, opening a webpage to browse through the news.

Han Yang soon found himself wondering whether the other man was truly upset, but due to the man's consistent return each day for supper, it did not seem as if he was, which made Han Yang quite confused.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."


He's probably still mad. Han Yang thought. To Helian Qing, perhaps he looked like someone who did not appreciate favours. Considering how well off the Helian family were, and how many people wanted to but could not climb up the social ladder, yet here he was, unable to tell chalk from cheese [1], what kind of person would not get angry!

Since it was, that on the very day the small suitcase's owner moved in, Helian Qing had also left for his business trip only to return just the day before yesterday. He simply did not take heed of where the boy's things were placed, or if the youth had spent those past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom.

Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

"Hey, you should eat more meat, just look at those little chicken legs of yours, they're smaller than that guy's arm." ShezhangT/n: 舍长: shè zhǎng: dorm leader/elder. jested as he handed Han Yang a menu.

Could it be Helian Qing?

Could it be Helian Qing?


While he ate, Han Yang—once again—could not help but think about Helian Qing.

Helian Qing then remembered, when he came, he did not see that boy's shoes by the doorway either. He then went into the bedroom, where he saw there was also no one there.


Not only was that man ill-tempered, but he was also quite picky with his food. Today without him there to prepare his meals, he did not know what that picky one would end up eating.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

"Ah-choo——"

"Hey, you should eat more meat, just look at those little chicken legs of yours, they're smaller than that guy's arm." ShezhangT/n: 舍长: shè zhǎng: dorm leader/elder. jested as he handed Han Yang a menu.

Well, no matter what happens next, first I'll eat then say what needs to be said later.

When he moved out of the dorm, everyone was unprepared for it, they did not even have enough time to all meet up properly. So, the aforementioned Friday was the most convenient, as they all had free time to get together for a decent meal.


"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

With his gaze fixed on the grey suitcase beside his feet, Helian Qing's lips pursed together just a little, with the look on his face not faring any better.

Han Yang soon found himself wondering whether the other man was truly upset, but due to the man's consistent return each day for supper, it did not seem as if he was, which made Han Yang quite confused.

A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.


Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.

When he moved out of the dorm, everyone was unprepared for it, they did not even have enough time to all meet up properly. So, the aforementioned Friday was the most convenient, as they all had free time to get together for a decent meal.

"That's right, don't say your big bros never took care of you."

"Raise your glasses!"

Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.


"Oh!" Han Yang's buddy to the left of him instantly became interested, "Normally we don't see you like this, and today we got to see it twice? If I had to guess, it's definitely not about studying. You study so well that you don't have to worry about it."

Kids are just so difficult to please.

Helian Qing was utterly unaware of Han Yang's plans. For the entire day he had chaired a meeting and as soon everything was completed, he had already hurriedly left work.

Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.

The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—


"Is it possible that... it's about a love interest?" Shezhang asked.

Still rigid, Han Yang waited for about a minute to make sure Helian Qing had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

After completing his order, he once again, turned his attention towards his phone. He noticed from since he sent Helian Qing the message until now, more than four hours had passed, and he had still not received a reply.

"Come on hurry up, order whatever you want to eat."

Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to them both. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Han Yang had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.


"No..."

When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Helian Qing had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.


"This is great!" A guy slapped the table, "You should find the time to take that girl of yours out for a meal, alright!"

Things continued in such a manner until the Friday that followed, when Han Yang had gone out to dinner with his former roommates.

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.

With his gaze fixed on the grey suitcase beside his feet, Helian Qing's lips pursed together just a little, with the look on his face not faring any better.


"Absolutely, sister-in-law must definitely be a dazzling beauty, who's soft and gentle!"[2]

"Come, come on everyone! In celebration of our A-Yang's passions being ignited, let's have a toast."


"Come, come on everyone! In celebration of our A-Yang's passions being ignited[3], let's have a toast."

A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.

◈◇◈

Thinking of it like that, Han Yang suddenly felt a bit ridiculous and that stifling feeling he had since he arrived suddenly dissipated.

Well, no matter what happens next, first I'll eat then say what needs to be said later.

However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.


"Hurry, fill them up!"

Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

Could he have worn his pyjamas to class? Or... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something, so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Han Yang's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.


"Raise your glasses!"

"Come on hurry up, order whatever you want to eat."

Chapter Seven

However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.

And as for falling in love...

Han Yang trembled suddenly just by having his mind filled with the possibility of Helian Qing's venomous lips declaring anything close to those words. It was more likely for him to say "Falling in love? You? Are you soft in the head?" or something similar.

During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.

Well, no matter what happens next, first I'll eat then say what needs to be said later.


Han Yang wanted to clarify, but no one gave him a chance as they all began conversing while the wine was poured, raising their glasses to toast.

Not only was that man ill-tempered, but he was also quite picky with his food. Today without him there to prepare his meals, he did not know what that picky one would end up eating.

"Oh!" Han Yang's buddy to the left of him instantly became interested, "Normally we don't see you like this, and today we got to see it twice? If I had to guess, it's definitely not about studying. You study so well that you don't have to worry about it."

Kids are just so difficult to please.

On his way up to their flat, he could not help but wonder what sort of dish Han Yang would be making that night. Although they had both spent the last week not saying much to each other, when they ate together however, it felt quite good. Even though Han Yang's culinary skills could not be compared to his family's chef, generally speaking, the boy's dishes did leave one very satisfied overall.

However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.

"Hurry, fill them up!"

Han Yang trembled suddenly just by having his mind filled with the possibility of Helian Qing's venomous lips declaring anything close to those words. It was more likely for him to say "Falling in love? You? Are you soft in the head?" or something similar.


When all their glasses clinked, within Han Yang's mind an image of Helian Qing's face flashed before his eyes. A dazzling beauty, he wouldn't go to such an extent to describe him, but that man was definitely handsome. As far as being soft and gentle though, that was just impossible, that man's mouth could poison a corpse.

"Oh!" Han Yang's buddy to the left of him instantly became interested, "Normally we don't see you like this, and today we got to see it twice? If I had to guess, it's definitely not about studying. You study so well that you don't have to worry about it."

Could it be Helian Qing?

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous.

Still rigid, Han Yang waited for about a minute to make sure Helian Qing had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.

From then on, the interactions between the two maintained such a state of unease. At daytime it was tolerable, as one man went to work, while the other went to class, greatly reducing their chances of meeting one another. The crux of the matter, therefore, was at night-time.

The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.

The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.


And as for falling in love...

"That's right, don't say your big bros never took care of you."


With Helian Qing? Impossible!

Chapter Seven

Realising once more his mind was wondering, Han Yang promptly responded, "I'm alright, I was just thinking about something, that's all."

"Raise your glasses!"

Well, no matter what happens next, first I'll eat then say what needs to be said later.

However, in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Han Yang had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.


Han Yang trembled suddenly just by having his mind filled with the possibility of Helian Qing's venomous lips declaring anything close to those words. It was more likely for him to say "Falling in love? You? Are you soft in the head?" or something similar.

What surprised Han Yang was Helian Qing return for dinner—every single night. Despite the unspoken agreement between them to preserve the silence during their meals, what few conversations they did have were quite pitiful.


Thinking of it like that, Han Yang suddenly felt a bit ridiculous and that stifling feeling he had since he arrived suddenly dissipated.

It was certain a few of the larger guys would eat a lot of meat as everyone placed their orders, Han Yang on the other hand, was preoccupied with staring at his phone. One of his roommates who sat beside him used his elbow to nudge him then asked, "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"


Well, no matter what happens next, first I'll eat then say what needs to be said later.

"Is it possible that... it's about a love interest?" Shezhang asked.

Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to them both. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Han Yang had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

Could it be Helian Qing?

At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Han Yang sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.

The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.

Him leaving work in such a flash showed how much he wanted to get back home to eat the meal his wife prepared. Thinking about that place, he took out his house keys cheerfully.


◈◇◈

Han Yang trembled suddenly just by having his mind filled with the possibility of Helian Qing's venomous lips declaring anything close to those words. It was more likely for him to say "Falling in love? You? Are you soft in the head?" or something similar.


Helian Qing was utterly unaware of Han Yang's plans. For the entire day he had chaired a meeting and as soon everything was completed, he had already hurriedly left work.

"Hurry, fill them up!"

Even though Han Yang possessed the type of personality that was relatively indifferent, the time he had spent living in the dormitory with his roommates was actually pretty good. Being as studious as he was, whenever there was an upcoming exam, he had helped his fellow bunkmates a lot, therefore none of them would have wished to part with him. Additionally, because of his childhood spent growing up in a village, he was well-accustomed to doing household chores and so most of the time, he took the lead in maintaining the dorm's cleanliness. A good student, a fondness towards cleaning, and innate charm, it was only natural that after witnessing him do so much the others became a bit embarrassed and thus joined him in doing the chores too. After two years in that college, their room's hygiene became the ideal model of a boy's dorm room.

During his afternoon class Han Yang took out his phone, his eyes stuck on the screen as he was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he would tell Helian Qing he could not return for dinner. Considering how awkward the current situation between them was, he had no clue how to even begin explaining if he called the man, so he simply sent him a message instead.

When all their glasses clinked, within Han Yang's mind an image of Helian Qing's face flashed before his eyes. A dazzling beauty, he wouldn't go to such an extent to describe him, but that man was definitely handsome. As far as being soft and gentle though, that was just impossible, that man's mouth could poison a corpse.

For a while, the expression on Helian Qing's face was indecipherable. After hastily getting off work, hurrying back to have a meal, his mood abruptly deflated like a balloon. Soon after, within his throat the anger fermented, and at any given moment would probably erupt.


Him leaving work in such a flash showed how much he wanted to get back home to eat the meal his wife prepared. Thinking about that place, he took out his house keys cheerfully.

"Huh?" Han Yang replied, "I'm fine, you guys can just order."

While he ate, Han Yang—once again—could not help but think about Helian Qing.

Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

"Is it possible that... it's about a love interest?" Shezhang asked.

N/A

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—

◈◇◈


On his way up to their flat, he could not help but wonder what sort of dish Han Yang would be making that night. Although they had both spent the last week not saying much to each other, when they ate together however, it felt quite good. Even though Han Yang's culinary skills could not be compared to his family's chef, generally speaking, the boy's dishes did leave one very satisfied overall.

The group decided to have their dinner at a hot-pot restaurant. The eatery was located right beside the school, its ambiance as well as its food were both pretty good, since he had visited that place before several times with everyone when he lived in the dormitory.

Could it be Helian Qing?

Thinking of it like that, Han Yang suddenly felt a bit ridiculous and that stifling feeling he had since he arrived suddenly dissipated.

Helian Qing darted into the apartment, but he did not see Han Yang in the kitchen as he usually was.

"Is it possible that... it's about a love interest?" Shezhang asked.

"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

Next, for a while, he closely observed the man who still laid resting on the bed. Certain that said man had not been roused by his movements, a relieved sigh left his lips before he exited the bedroom to wash up. Absent-minded, he closed the door behind him and thus that man lying on the bed, opened his eyes.


Helian Qing darted into the apartment, but he did not see Han Yang in the kitchen as he usually was.

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—


The younger man's timing was very accurate, so normally at this time he would already be preparing to cook, Helian Qing always returned just as he was about to serve the meal. However, at this moment the living room was vacant, the kitchen was completely clean, and the counter top did not have any dishes, neither fruits, nor even a drop of water.

Helian Qing was utterly unaware of Han Yang's plans. For the entire day he had chaired a meeting and as soon everything was completed, he had already hurriedly left work.

He's probably still mad. Han Yang thought. To Helian Qing, perhaps he looked like someone who did not appreciate favours. Considering how well off the Helian family were, and how many people wanted to but could not climb up the social ladder, yet here he was, unable to tell chalk from cheese , what kind of person would not get angry!

...This feels like a bad omen. Han Yang quietly thought.


Helian Qing then remembered, when he came, he did not see that boy's shoes by the doorway either. He then went into the bedroom, where he saw there was also no one there.

After completing his order, he once again, turned his attention towards his phone. He noticed from since he sent Helian Qing the message until now, more than four hours had passed, and he had still not received a reply.

Han Yang wanted to clarify, but no one gave him a chance as they all began conversing while the wine was poured, raising their glasses to toast.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Han Yang still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

Helian Qing propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Han Yang to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then...

Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to them both. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Han Yang had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.


Han Yang did not return and on his phone, there were not any missed calls or messages.

Han Yang wanted to clarify, but no one gave him a chance as they all began conversing while the wine was poured, raising their glasses to toast.

"This is great!" A guy slapped the table, "You should find the time to take that girl of yours out for a meal, alright!"

Helian Qing propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Han Yang to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then...

Helian Qing propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Han Yang to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then...

On his way up to their flat, he could not help but wonder what sort of dish Han Yang would be making that night. Although they had both spent the last week not saying much to each other, when they ate together however, it felt quite good. Even though Han Yang's culinary skills could not be compared to his family's chef, generally speaking, the boy's dishes did leave one very satisfied overall.

Too close...

A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.


For a while, the expression on Helian Qing's face was indecipherable. After hastily getting off work, hurrying back to have a meal, his mood abruptly deflated like a balloon. Soon after, within his throat the anger fermented, and at any given moment would probably erupt.

At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Han Yang sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.


His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—

He would just try coaxing him.

"Hey, you should eat more meat, just look at those little chicken legs of yours, they're smaller than that guy's arm." ShezhangT/n: 舍长: shè zhǎng: dorm leader/elder. jested as he handed Han Yang a menu.

Could it be Helian Qing?

His finger paused over Han Yang's name on the screen, hovering there for a while, before immediately sliding open—

Things continued in such a manner until the Friday that followed, when Han Yang had gone out to dinner with his former roommates.


A name was dialled. After agreeing to meet at that place, he walked out the door.

Too close...

"A-Yang, what're you thinking about? Is it your order?" Shezhang, seeing him a bit dazed, asked.

He's probably still mad. Han Yang thought. To Helian Qing, perhaps he looked like someone who did not appreciate favours. Considering how well off the Helian family were, and how many people wanted to but could not climb up the social ladder, yet here he was, unable to tell chalk from cheese , what kind of person would not get angry!

Since it was, that on the very day the small suitcase's owner moved in, Helian Qing had also left for his business trip only to return just the day before yesterday. He simply did not take heed of where the boy's things were placed, or if the youth had spent those past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom.

Scoffing, then raking his fingers through his hair, Helian Qing reached for his phone beside him, opening a webpage to browse through the news.


Author's Note:

N/A



Notes:

^1. 不识好歹: bù shí hǎo dǎi: (idiom) not knowing chalk from cheese/not knowing what's good for you/ungrateful.

^2. 貌美如花|温柔似水: mào měi rú huā|wēn róu sì shuǐ: lit. beautiful like a flower|gentle like a stream(river). (Both idioms)

^3. 桃花盛开: táo huā shèng kāi: lit. peach blossom in full bloom. Being in love, finally discovering love/passion is how I'm interpreting this.

iana: I think someone's in trouble (o_o"


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