Chapter 7 Chapter 7 I'm just letting you know that I'm going to start chasing...
When Fu Xize suddenly heard the prince threatening to pursue him, his first reaction was, was I hallucinating?
Fu Xize tilted his head and looked at Xin Ai carefully. The prince's eyes were clear and firm, and it was obvious that he was not joking. Thinking about the fact that Xin Ai had been staring at him tonight and had undisguised interest in him, Fu Xize suddenly realized that those ambiguities were not just his illusions, and Xin Ai did have intentions towards him tonight.
But this attempt may not be limited to tonight.
In fact, they were not familiar with each other. They had lived in the same community and went to the same school for 18 years, but even so, no sparks had ever been created. They had always been just classmates who were familiar with each other but would never say hello when they passed by. It was only within this hour that they truly got to know each other and exchanged contact information.
What Xin Ai said, "Can I pursue you?" might just be a momentary impulse.
He was going through some tough times. He confessed his love to someone he had liked for three years but was rejected. He felt a little depressed and wanted to indulge himself. He happened to see him when he went to a bar. Maybe the profession of bartender had some atmosphere, so Xin Ai chose him as the object of his indulgence.
Fu Xize frowned, analyzing all this very soberly and rationally. He knew that he should refuse. However, seeing Xin Ai's glowing white and almost enchanting face in the night, Fu Xize suddenly hesitated. With a beauty like Xin Ai, anyone would be unable to resist giving up the whole world just to make her smile. Even if he wanted to be decadent and depraved, there would be plenty of people to keep him company. The prince was never short of people.
Furthermore, Xin Ai was very depressed tonight, completely different from the unrestrained and high-spirited young man in Fu Xize's memory. The Xin Ai in front of him looked miserable, aggrieved and pitiful, as if as long as he refused, he would break in front of him.
Fu Xize frowned deeply. Is it so painful to be rejected by Qi Chu?
Wouldn't it be adding insult to injury to be rejected by Fu Xize again?
Even someone like Fu Xize rejected him? He was rejected twice in one night?
Fu Xize hesitated for a moment and decided to calm him down first. He said softly, "Xin Ai, let's talk about this tomorrow. Go back and have a good sleep. When you wake up, if you still want to talk, we can talk seriously. If you don't want to talk, just pretend nothing happened. Don't worry, you can find me tomorrow, I will always be there."
When Xin Ai heard this, he knew it was a polite refusal. His eyelashes, as black as crow feathers, trembled.
Being rejected didn't seem surprising. Fu Xize might become gay in the future, but he looked straight when he was eighteen. Even if he wasn't straight, Fu Xize obviously wouldn't be so frivolous as to fall in love with a boy he had just known for less than an hour. In his previous life, they had been together for four full years before they confirmed their relationship.
Xin Ai also knew that Fu Xize would not agree to him now. He had planned carefully and cautiously in the taxi, but he couldn't help it. He really wanted to get close to him. He wanted to have a normal relationship with Fu Xize while he was still young. He wanted to give Fu Xize the best of everything.
Moreover, Fu Xize's turning back reminded Xin Ai of the breakup in her previous life.
If she had another chance in this life, Xin Ai wouldn't want to miss it again.
Xin Ai had already prepared for a protracted war. His plan was to start pursuing her tonight. The earlier he pursued her, the longer he pursued her, and they would eventually be together.
In addition, he didn't know if it was Xin Ai's love filter, but he felt that Fu Xize was very gentle and tactful even in his refusal, and it was not even absolute. Fu Xize meant "let's talk about it tomorrow", which meant that they still had tomorrow. You know, Fu Xize used to reject other people with a cold face and was indifferent. Fu Xize never cared about other people's lives.
Thinking in this way, Xin Ai's expression was no longer depressed, and his aura quickly returned. The eight years of getting along gave Xin Ai confidence, and he was absolutely sure that he would be with Fu Xize.
Xin Ai squeezed Fu Xize's wrist gently and said, "I didn't ask you to be with me now."
Fu Xize felt the touch from his wrist and was a little confused. The prince pinched him. Is this possible? Fu Xize subconsciously looked at Xin Ai.
Xin Ai was being looked at, her eyes were not evasive, her tone was firm and calm: "I'm just letting you know that I'm going to start pursuing you."
Fu Xize's heart was beating wildly as he was confessed to by many people one after another. Is Xin Ai... serious?!
Xin Ai paused for two seconds and added, "But it's better to talk about this tomorrow. Tonight is not appropriate. But, Fu Xize, you have to know that I wanted to pursue you from the first second I saw you in the bar."
Fu Xize's heart was pounding, but seeing Xin Ai so calm and composed, he was inexplicably adapted. Yes, this was the Xin Ai in his memory, confident and bright. Fu Xize responded readily: "Okay, we'll talk tomorrow."
Then, he looked at his clasped hands again, not quite used to such intimacy, "Can you let go of your hands?"
Xin Ai didn't let go, but stared at him, her tone a little arrogant: "You are not allowed to delete my WeChat."
Fu Xize was helpless: "What's there to delete?"
Xin Ai added: "I'll send you a WeChat message, you have to reply."
Fu Xize said firmly: "Return when you see it."
Xin Ai continued, "When I come to see you tomorrow, you can't just pretend nothing happened."
Fu Xize replied: "Don't worry, people will still listen to what I say."
Only then did Xin Ai nod with satisfaction.
Fu Xize thought to himself that the prince was really beautiful, fierce, and overbearing, so much so that he inexplicably had a sense of déjà vu that he was being robbed by the overbearing prince. This thought could be called evil. Fu Xize quickly shook off the complicated thoughts and said in a cold voice: "Anything else you want?"
Xin Ai tilted his head and thought for two seconds, then replied, "That's all for now!"
Fu Xize responded with "Okay", then looked at his held wrist, indicating that Xin Ai could let him go.
Xin Ai thought about how he was still holding the man's wrist tightly for fear that he would escape, so he licked his lips and smiled. He let go of Fu Xize and waved at him: "Back off!"
Fu Xize glanced at him, wondering if he should imitate the young eunuch and respond with a "yeah", but in the end he said nothing. He just replied "let's go" and left.
Turning around and starting his return journey, Fu Xize glanced at his left wrist which had been held for a long time. The feeling of being held tightly by someone was still clear and profound. Fu Xize's expression was full of confusion and bewilderment.
Nothing happened in eighteen years.
What can happen after eighteen years?
Soon, Fu Xize became open-minded and generous again. He didn't care. There would always be a way when you reach the mountain, and those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
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