[Self-indulgent story] [Trial run] [Maybe two male leads?]
The Guardian Group lounge, ten at night.
Mei was curled up on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, when he suddenly looked up.
“Xing Si, how many times did you sneak a look at Zhu today?”
Xiao Song Xing Si thought for a moment.
“I didn’t count.”
“What about when he looked at you?”
“Didn’t count that either.”
The Fool got up from the floor and came over.
“So what exactly are you two?”
Xing Si tilted his head, spun his fan once in his hand, and thought hard for a long time.
“I don’t know.”
“But when I’m with him, my heart beats faster.”
“My chest feels tight.”
“I want to keep looking at him.”
He paused, then snapped his fan shut.
“Feng keeps asking me, ‘Does your chest feel tight?’”
“Now, I think… a little.”
The lounge fell silent for two seconds.
The Fool looked at him with a complicated expression. “Do you know what normal people call that?”
Xing Si blinked. For the first time, a hint of confusion, and something like… anticipation, appeared in his usually vacant eyes.
“What?”
Mei threw a cushion at his face.
“It’s called ‘you’re screwed.’”
Don't stop, boss