Everyone around Xu Ji said the same thing:
Jian Xin was an emotionally stunted block of wood, a robot who only knew how to work.
He thought so too, until the day he went out to look at the sea because he was in a bad mood, then returned to his hotel room and found someone lying in his bed.
Soft, lingering kisses clung to him, traveling all the way to the scar on his collarbone.
Whenever Xu Ji opened the door, Jian Xin was like a little dog wagging its tail, holding out a dessert he’d made himself. “Xu Ji, want some?”
Then there were Jian Xin’s repeated confessions when he was half-drunk and half-asleep.
The rumors also said Jian Xin was stubbornly tight-lipped.
When Xu Ji kissed him, he decided those rumors had to be lies.
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Jian Xin had been in love with someone for six years, but they had lost touch. They had never met, and he didn’t even know what the person looked like. Then Xu Ji appeared on a giant screen, and Jian Xin projected all his fantasies about that person onto him.
Xu Ji refused to admit it, but whether he recognized him was up to Xu Ji himself.
Jian Xin only had to keep pursuing him.
At last, just when he thought he’d managed to warm that heart, the moonlight of his past, the person he’d lost touch with years ago, suddenly messaged him on WeChat.
[Long time no see. How have you been?]
It's really good-looking, going both ways, it feels a little bit cruel, but it's okay, but overall, it's really good-looking [plus one on the bookshelf]
It looks great. When can the protagonists get together? TAT, QAQ.