Chapter 6. Feng Xingyun stared at him with an ambiguous expression...
Feng Xingyun stared at his deep, beautiful eyes with an ambiguous expression, a half-smile on his face, "Nothing, I was just talking to myself."
He was a little annoyed. To be honest, this was not good, not good at all. He didn't want to fall for Liu Duanhe; they were not on the same path.
But the heart is something that cannot be controlled by a person. After all, from the first time he saw Liu Duanhe, his heart wavered for a moment for Liu Duanhe. Even if it didn't waver later, it doesn't mean that it never happened.
Liu Duanhe was also in a daze. He threw the slightly damp tissue in his hand into the trash can at his feet. For someone who looked clean, his obsession with cleanliness was slightly less severe.
However, the warmth from this intimate contact still made him feel uneasy all over, and a strange emotion welled up in his chest, but Liu Duanhe did not want to delve into it.
As the dishes were served one by one, Liu Duanhe didn't want to just sit quietly and wait, so she casually picked a topic to chat about.
At first, Feng Xingyun didn't pay attention, but after all the dishes were served, he glanced around, propped his chin up with his hands, and looked up at Liu Duanhe. The dishes he ordered were all his favorites without any hesitation, but Liu Duanhe had also ordered his favorite dishes.
Their relationship wasn't good at all. Liu Duanhe even knew his preferences. Even though Feng Xingyun had always disliked his way of doing things, he was still somewhat satisfied with his thoughtfulness.
His face, which had been irritable and depressed due to a series of events today, visibly softened.
As Marxist philosophy aptly put it, contradictions possess the unity of opposites and can transform into one another. When Liu Duanhe's gentleness and kindness are directed towards everyone but coldness only towards him, it's quite infuriating. However, if it transforms into favoritism, targeting only him, then it becomes very comforting.
He picked up the chopsticks, still slightly warm from being scalded, and tentatively asked, "Are you being so nice to me?"
Liu Duanhe was surprisingly candid. He hummed in agreement and smiled without changing his expression, "Of course, I'll have to eat your favorite dishes when I take you out to eat."
Feng Xingyun managed to maintain a cold expression, not so much that a single sentence would make him beam with joy, but his ears still couldn't help but start to throb.
The chef at this restaurant was indeed very skilled. Neither Feng Xingyun nor Liu Duanhe had the habit of talking while eating, so they silently finished most of their meal.
Today, Liu Duan's invitation to have dinner with Feng Xingyun may have been a test of Feng Xingyun's character. As the heir to the Liu family, how could he not be suspicious at all? He always harbors a degree of wariness and suspicion towards everyone he meets.
Not to mention the doubts in his memory that made him question whether Feng Xingyun was really his boyfriend. His germaphobia made him subjectively unwilling to develop an intimate relationship with another person, let alone a man.
Same-sex marriage law was indeed passed a few years ago, but societal attitudes have not changed so quickly to accept this kind of relationship that is not accepted by society.
What caused him to deviate from his predetermined path of conforming to the norm and becoming a universally successful person?
Liu Duanhe was a little curious about his initial thoughts. His family and the Feng family's company didn't have much business cooperation. According to his research a few days ago, if it wasn't a marriage alliance, then it could only be a relationship based on feelings.
He actually liked the man in front of him, whose appearance could only be described as handsome, but what he found most pleasing was his well-proportioned and explosive physique.
But why did Liu Duanhe not feel any of the reaction he expected when he saw Feng Xingyun?
Do blurred and lost memories also take away a person's emotions and feelings?
However, Feng Xingyun's reaction today at least dispelled some of his accumulated doubts.
Feng Xingyun's jealousy was too obvious. In the eyes of a shrewd person like Liu Duanhe, his jealousy, depression, ferocity, and smugness were as clear as transparent crystal.
According to Liu Duanhe's pre-arranged plan, after dinner, they could go to the cinema in a nearby shopping mall to watch a movie together.
Because the distance wasn't far, they could walk there, and the walk itself was a natural way for them to spend time together—the kind of strolling activity he'd seen with couples before.
Feng Xingyun, who had just finished eating, was clearing all the plates. Liu Duanhe put down her lemonade and watched, thinking to herself, "Luckily, the portions at this restaurant are relatively small, otherwise it would be very difficult for Feng Xingyun to finish his plate."
If Liu Duanhe didn't receive news of Feng Xingyun's family going bankrupt, then it could only be due to his own frugal character.
This was the first time he had ever met someone like this in the industry. Most second- and third-generation rich kids were already considered good if they didn't indulge in debauchery and waste money. Feng Xingyun's character was truly exceptional.
Moreover, according to the investigation over the past few days, Feng Xingyun has no prior romantic history or chaotic private life, and this should be his first relationship.
Liu Duanhe was in a good mood. Even a saint would have possessiveness towards his partner, let alone him. He was not a saint, but just an ordinary person who disguised himself well. The concept that Feng Xingyun was a clean person entered his mind.
Anyone who has ever witnessed how much fun the wealthy young men, who possess almost all the material and pleasure resources of the upper class, have had is likely to experience at least a week of sexual apathy.
Knowing the madness of some of them, and despite understanding their wealth and the advancements in medical technology, Liu Duanhe still often wondered whether they were actually infected with the disease.
Perhaps because he saw so much, his physical fastidiousness developed into emotional fastidiousness as well.
Liu Duanhe only allows intimate physical contact with people he considers to be as clean and pure as himself, and he insists on doing so consistently.
Safe and healthy.
With a smile, he said slowly, "There's a movie theater nearby. Do you have a movie you'd like to see?"
His fair fingertips rested interlaced on his lap as he sat comfortably without leaning back. His back was straight, and his handsome features were refined yet gentle. His deep-set eyes and prominent nose bridge made his eyes appear as tender and affectionate as a lake in spring, shimmering with light.
It was that same template smile, torn from a painting, again. Feng Xingyun stared at him intently, then suddenly said, "Aren't you tired of pretending like this all the time?"
Liu Duanhe was surprised by his sudden display of aggression, but he remembered that Feng Xingyun had seen him act differently in front of most people.
He always seemed to be able to keenly discern which of Liu Duanhe's words were true and which were false, which of his smiles were genuine and which were feigned.
He quickly recovered from his surprise. Perhaps he didn't like being treated the same way he treated everyone else? Don't couples always want something special?
Liu Duanhe convinced himself.
He countered by asking Feng Xingyun for confirmation, "So what attitude do you want me to have towards you?"
Liu Duanhe completely ignored the sharpness of his words. Even though Feng Xingyun knew that he was indifferent to almost everyone, and that he was cold-blooded and hypocritical, he still felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "It's okay. I don't have any preferences. It's just that although I expected it, I was still surprised to see our school's heartthrob so popular today."
He himself didn't know what he was rambling about.
Judging from Liu Duanhe's expression, it must have been two strange sentences that didn't make any sense.
Then, in a haphazard way, I accepted Liu Duanhe's invitation to go to the movies.
As he walked through the park, this was still on his mind.
Liu Duanhe had one hand in his pocket holding his phone, and the other outside. It wasn't a holiday, and at this time of year, there were many couples at the movie theater. They were either holding hands or snuggling together intimately, clinging to each other's arms.
He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should hold hands. He glanced at Feng Xingyun's hand on his right side out of the corner of his eye. It was wheat-colored, and the length of his fingers matched his height. It looked clean, as if he had washed his hands before coming out after dinner.
For a long fifteen minutes before entering the cinema, Liu Duanhe couldn't make a decision. Then they watched a movie in silence. Feng Xingyun didn't have any particular preferences, so he chose a currently showing film that had the best online reviews.
It's an inspirational film, and Liu Duanhe became completely engrossed in it halfway through.
Feng Xingyun, who was sitting next to him, was completely lost in thought the whole time and didn't remember anything about the movie.
Whenever he was with Liu Duanhe, he seemed unable to control the fluctuations of his thoughts and emotions.
He had absolutely no idea how to correct or change this situation.
After watching the movie, Liu Duanhe dutifully strolled around the mall with Feng Xingyun, canceling all his other plans for the day to accompany him.
During that time, they bought two nice men's watches, one for each of them. The watches were mid-range prices, costing several hundred thousand yuan, which was a nice and novel purchase for fun.
Feng Xingyun had no idea how things had developed to the point where they each had the same watch. He was full of questions. So, Liu Duanhe was doing this to repay a debt of gratitude?
He went to bed early that night, which was unusual for him, but he still dreamed of Liu Duanhe, who was probably the only one in the school who had ever seen another side of him.
Thick, gray cumulus clouds covered the sky, pressing down on people's breathing; it was a sunless day.
He stumbled upon Liu Duanhe smoking alone in a corner of an abandoned old building. It wasn't his usual smiling face; instead, he was cold and gloomy. The white smoke made his eyes red. His slender fingers held a cigarette, the flame quietly consuming the pipe. It was very different from his image as a good kid; he looked like a rebellious bad boy.
"I'm sorry." Liu Duanhe turned around and looked at him for a while. His starlight was as cold and sharp as a fire in the cold night, and his handsome and profound features were now so beautiful that they were captivating.
His red tongue darted out and licked his lips, glistening with a seductive sheen. His pearly white teeth unconsciously bit his lower lip, and he waved away the smoke in front of him, a smile spreading across his face, dispelling any hint of aggression.
Aside from him, no one else should have seen such a different side of this prodigy, the campus heartthrob of A University.
This thought inexplicably flashed through Feng Xingyun's mind.
The pounding of his heart pulled him from the dark and chaotic dream. He opened his eyes abruptly, his phone alarm ringing loudly beside him. He reached out and pressed the screen to turn it off haphazardly.
It was already dawn.
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