Chapter Twenty-Seven: Trending Topics

"Jiang You, Youyou, do you know..." Xia Yan's fingertips caressed the girl's tear-streaked cheeks, "From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to do this. I deliberately made physical contact with you, that feeling when you kissed my neck, ouch~"

She turned her head and looked at the gap in the curtains that weren't fully closed; the sky outside was already beginning to lighten.

Has a whole night already passed? If she doesn't stop soon, she'll die here.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and a cell phone rang in the dilapidated bedroom.

Xia Yan's eyes were closed, her nose was high and straight, her hair was messy, and her fine eyelashes were pressed against her eyes.

Hearing the sound, he instinctively hugged the girl in his arms tighter, slowly opened his eyes, saw the sweetly sleeping girl in his arms, kissed her hot neck with a satisfied look, then turned over, put on his pants, took his phone and went out.

Lu Shi'an made a WeChat video call. Xia Yan answered the call, placed the phone upright on the bar, turned around, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of ice water.

His fair back was clearly defined, with shocking scratch marks on it.

In the luxury apartment, Lu Shi'an sat on the edge of the private outdoor pool, his long legs and slender ankles submerged in the water.

The sunlight shone directly on the water, creating ripples that reflected onto his clean and refined face.

"Lu Shi An, Lu Shi An?"

Lu Shi'an snapped out of her daze and looked away from the ambiguous scratches, kiss marks, and bite marks on Xia Ge's upper body.

"What's wrong? You look so pale?" Xia Yan was quite concerned about his childhood friend.

Lu Shi'an shook his head, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Xia, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? I called you several times this morning."

Morning?

Xia Yan leaned against the refrigerator, sipping ice water. He remembered that his phone had indeed rung that morning, but he and the girl were busy and didn't have time to answer it.

He raised an eyebrow, a lazy smile playing on his lips: "Your sister-in-law's been clinging to you a lot, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

The ambiguous and intimate tone in their words made Lu Shi'an feel very uncomfortable.

Didn't they say she and Xia Ge weren't boyfriend and girlfriend?

For the first time, he suffered from insomnia because of a girl, who was having an affair with Xia Ge.

I also want to ask Xia Ge, don't you have OCD?

He moved his thin lips for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "Someone recorded the scene of you fighting with Song Yun and uploaded it online, and then it went viral. Many marketing accounts followed suit and reposted it."

A strikingly handsome young man with an aggressive appearance was pinning down another androgynous young man, and female fans of BL (Boys' Love) came running after him.

They're discussing who's the 0 and who's the 1, and why they got beaten up. Is it because the scumbag uke cheated on his uke with someone else?

The more it was discussed, the more it became a trending topic. Then, marketing accounts edited the post a second time, releasing it in slow motion with suggestive music, and it immediately dominated the trending list.

"How is it now?" Xia Yan's brows furrowed instantly. He didn't want Jiang You to leave his parents with a restless impression without even meeting them.

"The Song family has taken action. The videos with the most likes and comments have all been taken down. I had someone expose some scandals involving popular celebrities to divert attention, and now there's almost no buzz about them."

Xia Yan nodded, relieved that things hadn't escalated. After chatting for a few more minutes, she hung up the phone.

Looking at the iPad with its screen already black, Lu Shi'an's straight back, which had been as straight as a pine tree, suddenly bent over as if its support had been removed.

His brown eyes stared blankly at the reflection of the sky on the surface of the pool, his calves dangling unconsciously in the water.