Ye Fan chatted with Zhou Ping for a few more minutes. He did most of the talking, while Zhou Ping listened and nodded in response.
"Why are you wearing a flower in your hair? It must have been stuck on the branch for two hours, right?" How come it's still blooming so beautifully?
Ye Fan stared with some curiosity at the white rose-shaped flower that Zhou Ping was wearing at the end of his hair.
Zhou Ping silently reached out to protect the flowers from his view.
Ring ring—
"Wait a minute, I need to take this call," Zhou Ping said, putting the sword case aside and taking his phone out of his pocket.
Ye Fan, who wanted to say something more, fell into an unusual silence when he saw the word "wife" on Zhou Ping's phone screen.
The call connected, and it was raining on the other end.
There was no thunder, only the sound of pouring rain coming from the phone.
Ye Fan quieted down, actually straining his ears to hear which girl was dating Zhou Ping.
"Hello," a slightly magnetic voice sounded from the other end of the phone, its clear tone instantly putting you in a good mood.
"Yes, what's up?" Zhou Ping put the phone to his ear, his voice, which sounded somewhat dull to Ye Fan, softened considerably.
The person on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long while.
The rain intensified. Shang Yan stood somewhat bewildered atop the high-rise building, and couldn't help but sneeze. His emerald eyes darted around, and he seemed reluctant to stay there.
Many people in this city have an aura of death about them, yet they are still alive.
"...I can't find my way back. Call my name, call it to that flower." In the heavy rain, he couldn't find his way.
With the rain so heavy and no cars to be found, he has no choice but to walk.
Zhou Ping paused, plucked the rose from the end of his hair, and called out, "Shang Yan."
Shang Yan, still battered by wind and rain atop a high-rise building: ...
"No, it's not that," his voice was somewhat muffled. "Honey, don't you want me anymore?"
Ye Fan's eyes widened when she heard the clear "husband". Gossip is human nature, and gossip about Zhou Ping, this taciturn man, made Ye Fan reluctant to leave.
He quietly found a seat, took out his phone, and pretended to be looking at it, but in reality, his whole attention was on Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping reached out and covered his burning cheeks, then called out to the flower, "Chu Changliu."
The person standing on the high-rise building had a green glint in their eyes. They replied with a soft laugh, "Honey, I'm here."
Ten seconds later, Shang Yan appeared beside Zhou Ping and reached out to take Zhou Ping's hand, which was placed at his side. "Is it fast?"
"It'll be soon." Zhou Ping paused when he looked down and saw Shang Yan's emerald green eyes, then reached out and touched Shang Yan's head.
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Zhou Ping secretly observed and sized up the person who was standing obediently to the side.
Ye Fan was also secretly observing the two of them, especially Shang Yan who had suddenly appeared.
"Stop looking at me." Shang Yan frowned after being stared at for a while. Seeing that Zhou Ping immediately looked away, he sighed softly and whispered, "I wasn't talking about you, honey. He's acting so strange. Why does he keep looking at us?"
At this point, Shang Yan's gaze fell on Ye Fan, who was looking down at his phone.
Ye Fan, who was being stared at by both Zhou Ping and Shang Yan: ...
I'm feeling a bit restless.
"Haha, you guys chat first, I have something to do and I have to go..." Ye Fan glanced at Shang Yan again, swallowed the question that was on the tip of his tongue, and got up to walk out the door.
After he left, Shang Yan reached out and took the rose of Sharon from Zhou Ping's hand. He then conjured up a daphne flower, which was also white, but a small one.
“I was ignorant before, and I must have made a mistake, which is why I gave you the rose to wear. This one looks even better on you.” He held the rose in his hand and tiptoed to put the flower on Zhou Ping’s black hair.
After putting it on, he looked up at Zhou Ping with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Should I call you Chu Changliu or Shangyan?" Zhou Ping lowered his eyes and gazed into the pool of spring water.
"Shang Yan, it feels good to be human." Shang Yan leaned forward again and put his arm around his lean waist.
"And I can't call you by my real name too often, because I'll sense it if you call me that..." and some things from the other world will also sense it. "In short, it will be very troublesome."
After saying that, he cried out pitifully, "Husband, it hurt so much when lightning struck me..."
Zhou Ping then noticed that Shang Yan's clothes were completely soaked, and the fabric on his back had been scorched by lightning, leaving a large hole.
He quickly hugged Shang Yan's somewhat slender waist, wanting to check if he was injured.
"Does it hurt a lot?" He gently touched Shang Yan's back. Shang Yan's skin was smooth and warm, and he couldn't feel any wounds...
Shang Yan nodded, "It hurts so much, it hurts like hell..."
The wound had long since healed, and Zhou Ping couldn't feel anything when he touched it.
"..." Zhou Ping's face was tense. He looked at Shang Yan, who was pale in his arms, several times, and then picked him up in his arms under Shang Yan's astonished gaze.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
Unexpectedly, he took it seriously. Shang Yan hesitated for a moment, then said, "The wound has already healed. I'm not going."
"You said you're in pain," Zhou Ping thought, "maybe it's an internal injury."
Shang Yan's face stiffened. He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ping's neck, a faint smile playing on his lips. He lifted his head and whispered in Zhou Ping's ear, "If you kiss me, the pain will go away. I feel like I've been struck by lightning on my entire back..."
After he spoke those provocative words, one word at a time, with a light, labored breath, Zhou Ping could easily tell that Shang Yan was flirting with him.
Zhou Ping blushed completely, and his hand trembled so much that he almost threw Shang Yan away.
Fortunately, it was already evening, and in the dead of winter, there weren't many customers in the local restaurant.
Even so, Zhou Ping was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into the ground.
Why is Shang Yan always like this, no matter what state he's in?
Seeing his face flushed red as if it were about to bleed, and his eyes lowered without saying a word, Shang Yan couldn't help but chuckle softly.
He struggled in Zhou Ping's arms, trying to get down.
Even when Zhou Ping blushed so much he wanted to disappear into the ground, he wouldn't let go.
Shang Yan raised an eyebrow and moved closer to him, almost face to face. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you want to let me go?"
Zhou Ping:......
His fingers twitched slightly, then he gently placed Shang Yan on the ground and pushed him upstairs. "You got caught in the rain, go take a hot shower. I have some clothes in my closet..."
"Oh," Shang Yan nodded and went upstairs.
Seeing him leave without a second thought, Zhou Ping: ...
He pursed his dry lips and turned to look for cold medicine.
He said he was leaving, but then he turned around and listened to Ye Fan, who was standing in the corner, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face. His expression was somewhat numb.
"Huh? Zhou Ping actually found someone, and a boyfriend at that?"
"But he said his name was Chu Changliu..."
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