Chapter 134: Why Are You So Adorable, Shen Jixing

The black line of cars vanished around the corner.

Shen Jixing was just about to withdraw his gaze when his eyes were suddenly shielded. He heard Zhou Yili’s lazy, displeased voice:

"Don't look."

"..."

Shen Jixing swatted him away, amused. "I wasn't looking, I was just spacing out."

Zhou Yili wrapped his arm around Shen’s cool shoulders, guiding him in the opposite direction. The salvation of his youth and his current reality were headed in completely different directions.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Yili’s long fingers brushed over his shoulder, lifting his cold, pale chin, scratching at it as if teasing a small pet. "Me?"

Even Fu Chen found this question narcissistic.

Then, Shen Jixing said calmly, "Mm, I was thinking about you."

Fu Chen: "..."

You really do spoil him.

Zhou Yili’s long strides faltered for a moment, then he let out a low chuckle and kissed him behind the ear. "I don't believe you, you little liar."

Shen Jixing was born with a cold, arrogant disposition; others could not—and dared not—probe his true thoughts, but Zhou Yili could feel exactly who he was thinking of.

His tone grew dangerous and sharp. "Thinking of another man while in my arms? Shen Jixing, just you wait until tonight."

"..."

The low, lazy, raspy voice seemed to grind against the shell of his ear, causing Shen Jixing’s eyelashes to flutter inexplicably. "Your injuries haven't healed yet, you..."

"It’s my hand that’s injured, not my—"

Shen Jixing raised a hand to cover his mouth. What a crude little lion.

The early winter wind was somewhat chilly. The little lion who spoke such harsh words was, however, quite honest in his actions, casually wrapping his coat around Shen to keep him warm.

"I was just thinking that he took the wrong path from the start; he shouldn't have pinned all his hopes on me."

Zhou Yili, who was lowering his eyes to button Shen's coat, raised his gaze dangerously at these words.

He gritted his teeth and threatened, "Do you want me to take it off you right now?"

Shen Jixing: "?"

He realized that Zhou Yili thought this sentence was a disguised admission that he was thinking of Bo Yu. So, the jealous little lion wanted to strip off his coat and let him feel the coldness of the world.

Shen Jixing found it inexplicably amusing. His long, cool eyelashes fell, the cold wind brushing past his eyes. He said flatly, "I am someone who needs salvation myself; where would I find the strength to save someone else?"

But Bo Yu had placed both miracles and love upon him. He could not accept the shattering of that miracle, nor could he accept Shen Jixing leaving. It was as if, by grasping onto Shen Jixing and receiving his love, a miracle would descend upon his paralyzed legs.

That sudden disaster and the vengeance that followed had never truly left Bo Yu’s memories. He needed and craved to be saved, but Shen Jixing was just the same as him.

Zhou Yili seemed to have only heard the word "save."

Visions of the basement he had walked through, every damp and cold step, flashed through his mind. He didn't speak; he clumsily fastened the buttons of the trench coat and held the other man in silence.

*Why couldn't I save him?* Zhou Yili thought, closing his eyes. *If I had tried a little harder back then, would things have been different?*

Shen Jixing was held in his arms, feeling somewhat dazed. He sensed the heat radiating from Zhou Yili’s body and said softly into his ear, "Do you still not understand? You fool."

Zhou Yili opened his eyes. "What?"

Shen Jixing met his dark, moist gaze and gave a faint kiss to the corner of his lips.

"I was thinking of you. I always am."

...

"Whoo!"

In the brilliantly lit night, as liquid flowed through the tower of champagne glasses, Sheng Que still brought several patients to the bar to celebrate. But he was very proper.

*Clack.*

A glass of milk was placed in front of Zhou Yili. He raised his eyes. "Too proper."

Sheng Que placed another glass in front of Fu Chen and blinked. "Right? Right?"

Zhou Yili’s cold voice drifted over. "The fact that I didn't dump this glass of milk on your head is proof enough of how proper I am."

"I haven't had this stuff in eight hundred years. Do I look like I haven't been weaned yet?"

This remark inadvertently wounded a certain cold, aloof beauty.

Shen Jixing, in the middle of pouring red wine, paused and looked over coldly. "..."

Zhou Yili obediently picked up the glass and downed it in one go. "Delicious, I love it. Give me another."

Sheng Que’s laughter was unhinged.

Zhou Yili quickly moved over to wrap his arms around his waist, almost forgetting how much his partner enjoyed this. He couldn't help but laugh, his tone full of amusement. "I was wrong, I was wrong. I just haven't warmed milk for you lately and forgot..."

Shen Jixing remained unmoved. "Don't hold me, I haven't been weaned yet."

As the words left his lips, he suddenly felt something was off.

He glanced sideways to meet Zhou Yili’s gaze. Shen Jixing’s long lashes flickered under the brilliant lights. "You dare laugh..."

Zhou Yili was already leaning on his shoulder, laughing non-stop, his messy blue-tinted hair tickling the collar of Shen’s shirt.

"Why are you so cute, Shen Jixing?"

His hot lips, carrying a faint scent of milk, pressed against Shen Jixing’s neck, nuzzling affectionately, pecking at him with pity and lingering fondness.

Shen Jixing kept a straight face. "..."

Fu Chen, on the other side, was not spared either. Little Sheng Que insisted on forcing him to finish the milk, kneeling on the booth and pouring it into Fu Chen’s mouth.

"Quick, drink it all so you won't need anyone to support you when you walk. Drink up, drink up."

Fu Chen parted his lips slowly and took a sip. "So you don't want to support me?"

Sheng Que: "..."

A massive, unfair accusation had descended from the sky.

"That's not it!" Sheng Que, unable to handle being wronged, immediately pulled up his pant leg and placed it next to Fu Chen’s. "I just wanted you to recover faster! You have no idea how heavy you are. Look at our legs!!!"

Sheng Que was shocked when he looked himself.

"Wait, am I actually this much shorter than you?"

It was an unconventional way of explaining things. Fu Chen looked at Sheng Que’s legs with amusement. Sheng Que was indeed a head shorter than him, though not to an exaggerated degree.

But his legs were very slender and fair.

Fu Chen casually pinched one, eyeing the slender white ankle Sheng Que had pulled up. "I know. Put your pant leg down."

Only then was Sheng Que satisfied, before he noticed several pairs of eyes on him.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

Shen Jixing sipped his red wine and offered a verdict. "Cute."

Zhou Yili narrowed his eyes, deciding that if he kept acting jealous, Shen Jixing would get annoyed. He peered at Sheng Que across from them and retorted, "And you keep saying you're a top?"

"..."

Sheng Que had been exposed.

He shyly covered his head and bolted. Fu Chen’s gaze followed him into the chaotic dance floor, only withdrawing once Sheng Que’s figure disappeared into the restroom, at which point he began searching for something.

"Give it to me."

Shen Jixing took the glass of milk Fu Chen had been forced to sip from. "Why didn't you tell him you're lactose intolerant?"

Perhaps because their childhood conditions were poor, both Shen Jixing and Fu Chen suffered from minor ailments. But he hadn't expected that even though Fu Chen knew he was allergic to seafood and lactose intolerant, he would still drink whatever Sheng Que fed him.

Fu Chen said calmly, "It's not too serious."

He was simply more immersed in the atmosphere, and he just went along with it subconsciously.

Shen Jixing didn't say anything more, picking up the glass of milk.

"Don't drink it." Zhou Yili finally couldn't hold back anymore. "Not even for Fu Chen."

Shen Jixing met his piercing gaze.

"You drink it."

"?"

Shen Jixing picked up the milk and poured it into Zhou Yili’s glass. Under Zhou Yili’s dumbfounded gaze, he urged, "Drink it quickly. Sheng Que will be back in a moment. Be a good boy."