Chapter 13 Let Him Go

When Yin Jiu found Ning Changyue, he was sitting on the curb outside the club, his eyes fixed on the gate. Whenever someone came out, he would involuntarily sit up straighter and lean forward.

When I confirmed that this was not the person I was waiting for, my straight back bent again and I felt a sense of loss.

This silly kid probably doesn't know that this is not the only exit.

Yin Jiu came out from the side door of the parking lot and looked at him from a distance.

This scene reminded him of the first time he met him. At that time, Yin Jiugang was tied up by the system and was following the plot with a perfunctory attitude.

During the more than half a month that he punched in outside the bar, he actually saw Ning Changyue every day.

That was probably the beginning of everything. He knew that Ning Changyue was secretly watching him every day, but he didn't care.

Then one night, I suddenly felt sorry for the kid who had to feed mosquitoes every day, so I felt kind and wanted to treat him to something to eat.

That was also the first time that Yin Jiu took notice of this man. He was good-looking, but he didn't look very smart. That was all the impression Yin Jiu had of him at the time.

It was also at that time that Yin Jiu noticed that Ning Changyue was looking at him too intently, and a sense of crisis arose because he found that he seemed unable to reject Ning Changyue.

So that day, he didn't stay long and left in a hurry.

But even though the person left, I couldn't let her go and felt a little worried. Everyone has a beginning and an end. He brought the person away, so he should send her back.

That night, he went to the bar again, and even the system didn't notice it. In fact, he didn't have to go that night, after all, he had already punched in after midnight.

After that, Yin Jiu never spoke to Ning Changyue again, nor did he look at him again.

But what only Yin Jiu himself knew was that when he left, the corner of his eyes would fall on the same point.

It seemed that he was attracted to her earlier than he thought.

At this moment, Yin Jiu realized this.

With a resigned attitude, Yin Jiu slowly walked towards him.

Whatever, no matter what, it’s done.

——Life and death are given to him, love is also given to him, let him go.

As if by some kind of intuition, Ning Changyue noticed Yin Jiu approaching from the side, stood up, but stood there without moving.

Yin Jiu also discovered that he was quite arrogant. When they were outside, he always had to wait for him to take the initiative to come over.

When he got closer, Yin Jiu asked, "Are you hungry?"

Ning Changyue shook her head, her eyes fixed on his face.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyes looked quite fierce. He raised his hand and touched his face. Yin Jiu felt the bruises on his face and finally understood why he had that expression.

Ning Changyue asked: "Did you fight with someone?"

Yin Jiu said: "No, it's just..."

"Did you lose?" Ning Changyue interrupted him.

Yin Jiu didn't expect that his focus was on this. Shouldn't he ask him if it hurt?

It was a bit funny, Yin Jiu smiled and replied: "I didn't lose." Although he didn't win, there was no need to tell him that.

The fierce light in Ning Changyue's eyes finally disappeared, and he raised his hand to touch the broken wound at the corner of Yin Jiu's mouth.

It wasn't appropriate to do that in public, so Yin Jiu grabbed his hand, led him, and walked to a nearby hot pot restaurant.

Regarding the question just now, he was quite curious about one thing: "If I say I lost the fight, will you help me fight back?"

Ning Changyue looked sideways at him without saying anything, but her eyes clearly said, "Isn't this nonsense?"

With a chuckle, Yin Jiu said, "It wasn't really a fight, I just had a boxing match with someone. It's too late today, I'll bring you over to play next time."

At this moment, both his expression and mentality were truly relaxed, and he had completely adjusted himself.

"You..." Ning Changyue paused and said, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Well, I'm not angry anymore."

Yin Jiu admitted it frankly and didn't give him any more perfunctory answers.

"Yin Jiu, I've made up my mind..."

"Ning Changyue."

The conversation was interrupted. Yin Jiu stopped, looked at him, and said softly, "We are late to get home. Can we talk about this later?"

"Now, fill your stomach first. Tell me honestly, did you not even have lunch today?"

His tone was relaxed, and his body temperature was transmitted to her continuously where their palms were touching. Ning Changyue, who had been worried for the whole day, finally felt relieved.

Yin Jiu was really not angry anymore.

With sour eyes, Ning Changyue said stubbornly, "I forgot."

"Let's go, don't forget next time. Shall we eat together at noon? The food in the Nanjing University cafeteria is quite delicious. I guess you haven't tried it yet. With six cafeterias and dozens of restaurants, we can go several months without repeating the same meal."

Yin Jiu held him and whispered softly, "Will you feel bored waiting for me outside every day? Think about it, you can accompany me to class next time."

What he said were all trivial things, but Ning Changyue listened very carefully, because every word was about the future.

As he spoke, Ning Changyue's mood became cheerful. It turned out that he could stay with Yin Jiu during the day.

The corners of his lips slowly lifted up, he was smiling without realizing it.

…

Yin Jiu hadn't eaten for a day, so he was very hungry. But because he hadn't eaten for a day, he didn't want to eat something difficult to digest.

Fortunately, he knew there was a good porridge hotpot restaurant nearby. The taste was fresh and delicious, which made Ning Changyue feel uncomfortable and made him drink porridge twice a day.

However, the taste is really good and the ingredients are very fresh, but the hot pot is steaming and Ning Changyue wants to eat it but is afraid of getting burned.

He doesn't seem to like eating food that is too hot. Every time he does this, he either waits for it to cool down or blows it cool himself.

Seeing that he was eating very hard, Yin Jiu joked, "Do you need me to blow it for you?"

Ning Changyue looked over expectantly.

"Really..." Coquettish.

The remaining two words were not uttered, because Yin Jiu suddenly realized that no one would tolerate his arrogance in the past.

What can I do? Just pamper her.

Yin Jiu took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up the cooked meat slices and blew on them gently.

When it felt cool enough, he put it on the plate in front of Ning Changyue.

With Yin Jiu's help, Ning Changyue finished her meal quickly.

He put down his chopsticks slowly and ate intermittently, his eyes mostly fixed on Yin Jiu's face, with a silent urging.

Being looked at like this by him, Yin Jiu was not in a hurry at all.

On the way back, Ning Changyue didn't have the heart to open the window to let in some fresh air. She kept looking at Yin Jiu, as if she had something to say.

But he remembered Yin Jiu's words and decided to talk about it when he got home.

As soon as he entered the house, Ning Changyue, who had been holding back all the way, couldn't wait to speak: "Yin Jiu, I..."

"Hmm." Yin Jiu leaned forward and pressed his index finger on his lips. "Take a shower first, and we'll talk after you're done."

Ning Changyue pursed her lips, feeling a little depressed.

What followed was a feeling of loss and confusion, and Yin Jiu seemed not to want to know the answer.

He clearly said that we were not friends or family members, and he clearly said that we would only be lovers.

Is he... regretting this?

"Why do you have that expression? Be obedient and take a shower. Then I'll blow-dry your hair." Yin Jiu lifted the strands of hair on his forehead and his tone of voice returned to normal.

It was a doting, gentle tone, as if speaking to a child.

Ning Changyue was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice these details. She was pushed into the bathroom with a heavy heart.

Because she had something on her mind, Ning Changyue stayed in the bathroom for a little longer this time.

I want to finish washing quickly, but I also want to delay it for a while longer.

When he came out, Yin Jiu waved to him: "Come here."

This is actually Ning Changyue's favorite part. He likes the gentle touch of Yin Jiu's fingers running through his hair when the wind blows his hair.

But his focus today was not here. He didn't even notice that after returning home, Yin Jiu changed into a more formal outfit. The slim white shirt outlined the desire unique to an adult male.

The slightly warm wind left his hair slightly wet, and Yin Jiu turned off the hair dryer.

Not daring to offend him again, Yin Jiu leaned in close and whispered in his ear: "Ning Changyue, I think I haven't officially confessed to you yet, right?"

"Can I make up for it now?"