He did not know whether the kiss had lasted one minute, two minutes, five minutes, or even longer.
By the time Wen Moxue was released, he was already drained, his entire body going limp as he collapsed into Fu Cheng’s arms.
He looked as if he had been thoroughly bullied, his head resting against Fu Cheng’s broad, firm chest as he panted. His beautiful, expressive peach blossom eyes were still misty, and even his crow feather black eyelashes were damp.
Fu Cheng looked at him like this, and a faint shadow passed through his eyes.
He wanted to kiss him again.
He lowered his head, brushed a few strands of Wen Moxue’s messy hair aside, tucking them gently behind his ear. Then he tilted his chin, just about to continue, when Wen Moxue suddenly covered his mouth, snapping out of his dazed state.
"No more kissing," he said in flustered indignation. "You have no honor!"
"How do I have no honor?" Fu Cheng’s voice was slightly muffled behind the hand blocking his mouth.
"We agreed that I would kiss you, and you ambushed me!"
Fu Cheng gave a low laugh. "Then I will not move. You can kiss me."
His chest vibrated faintly as he laughed, and the sensation made Wen Moxue’s body, pressed against him, tingle.
Wen Moxue pushed him away as if shocked by electricity, scrambling off Fu Cheng. "No more kissing. My mouth hurts so much. You must have eaten chili!"
He wiped his lips. A sharp sting flared across them, burning as if he had been bitten by chilies.
They were probably swollen. Damn it. No honor at all. How was he supposed to face anyone later?
Fu Cheng touched the bridge of his nose, not bothering to explain that he had not eaten anything spicy at all.
Who told her lips to be so soft and sweet? Once he kissed them, he lost all control and could not help kissing her a little harder.
"Does it hurt a lot? Let me see."
Wen Moxue quickly covered his mouth again, suspecting this was just another excuse for Fu Cheng to steal another kiss. "My lip makeup is ruined. I need to fix it."
With that, he bolted out of the room.
Wen Moxue slipped back into the lounge, grabbed his bag, and went to redo his makeup. One glance in the mirror confirmed that his lips were indeed red and looked thoroughly ravaged, slightly swollen but thankfully not broken.
That old man really got a bargain.
He kissed far too well. Who knew how many women he had kissed before? And he still acted so abstinent and aloof, as if untouched by women. Infuriating.
Wen Moxue muttered in annoyance while fixing his makeup. Fortunately, years of cosplaying with his cousin had honed his skills. After more than ten minutes, he finally concealed his lips that had nearly turned into little sausages.
But now they looked as if he had gotten lip fillers, the lip line full and the cupid’s bow distinctly shaped, glossy and inviting, making them even more kissable.
Hmph. Let that old man yearn. He was not getting another kiss.
Thinking viciously, Wen Moxue put his makeup back in his bag and returned to the private room. Fu Cheng had already made tea on his own. When he saw Wen Moxue return, his gaze paused noticeably on his freshly glossed lips.
"I thought you were too scared to come back."
So he knew he was intimidating.
Wen Moxue had already adjusted himself and gave a sweet smile. "How could I, brother? I wish I could cling to you twenty four hours a day."
Fu Cheng said nothing.
He understood now. This person talked boldly, acted boldly, flirted without restraint, sent any kind of message or photo without fear, yet was pure as blank paper. One kiss and he was blushing from head to toe.
If he truly kept her at his side for twenty four hours, she would probably run away on an overnight train.
Fu Cheng knew better than to rush, so he shifted the topic. "Did you not buy me a gift?"
Oh right. Wen Moxue had almost forgotten. He picked up the gift bag he had brought earlier and handed it to Fu Cheng.
"Here. It may not be as extravagant as what you bought, but it carries my full sincerity. Brother will not dislike it, right?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt he sounded overly coquettish.
It did not matter. They had already kissed. Even if the old man did not like it, he could not return it.
"I will not."
Fu Cheng took the bag. Under Wen Moxue’s expectant gaze, he opened the watch box. When he saw the watch inside, his expression remained composed.
He lifted it from the box. A watch worth tens of thousands was nothing to Fu Cheng, but among ordinary people, it was a small luxury.
To highlight its prestige, the brand logo was prominently displayed so that friends could recognize it at a glance and exclaim enviously: Wow, you are wearing that brand’s watch. You must be rich.
Very satisfying.
Fu Cheng immediately noticed the obvious logo on the strap. "From L? I remember that brand is not cheap. Why did you buy something this expensive?"
Oh wow. He actually recognized the brand. Wen Moxue had assumed he only knew ultra high end names like Patek Philippe or Rolex.
Even better that he knew this.
"Because it is a couple’s set. It looks amazing. I fell in love with it at first glance. Everything else felt wrong afterward. I just wanted to wear matching couple’s watches with you, so every time I look at the time, I will think of you. Time will be sweet."
Fu Cheng paused. "A couple’s set?"
"Yes, yes. I already put mine on earlier, but since I cannot wear it during work hours, I put it in my bag. It looks almost exactly like yours, just a bit more delicate."
He had also chosen the women’s version because it did not look too feminine on him. With his slender, fair wrists, the men’s version actually looked less refined.
As expected, Fu Cheng’s expression softened noticeably. He removed the expensive watch he had been wearing, whose brand was invisible but certainly costly, set it aside casually, and handed Wen Moxue the new watch. "Put it on for me."
Shuyan had been right. The old man adored this kind of gesture.
Wen Moxue felt a jolt of delight, took the watch, and fastened it around Fu Cheng’s wrist.
He did not know much about luxury brands, but he thought the watch suited Fu Cheng’s wrist perfectly. Although it lacked the mature gravitas of his previous watch, it did not diminish his elegance. With its sky blue dial and starry galaxy motif, it appeared vibrant and sophisticated, making him seem a touch younger.
Wen Moxue admired it. "It looks so good. I really do have great taste."
"Yes. You have very good taste. I like it very much."
Hearing his affirmation, Wen Moxue’s eyes curved with joy.
That night, they returned together as usual, and Fu Cheng drove him back to school.
Thinking of his complicated dorm situation, Fu Cheng said, "If you want to move out, I can help you with the parental approval process."
Wen Moxue did not dare let him intervene and quickly replied, "No need, brother. My bad roommate cannot take it anymore and is planning to move to the mixed dormitory."
"You can still move out. Living off campus is more comfortable. I can rent a place for you."
"..." Damn it. Was he really this eager for Wen Moxue to move out? He definitely wanted easier access to him.
Wen Moxue refused. "If I move out, I will have to wake up earlier every morning. Forget it. I am already used to living there."
Fu Cheng did not press further.
The car soon arrived at Wen Moxue’s drop off point. After saying goodbye, Wen Moxue hopped out lightly. To his shock, the door on the other side opened and Fu Cheng got out as well.
Wen Moxue’s internal alarm went off instantly.
"Brother, it is cold outside. You should not get out." If he caught rheumatism, Wen Moxue was not taking responsibility.
"I will walk you over." Fu Cheng naturally took his hand as he approached. "I have to fly abroad for a business trip tomorrow. I probably will not be back for half a month."
"Oh..."
Wen Moxue pulled his scarf a little higher to hide the lower half of his face, not wanting late arriving students to secretly photograph them and post online. Distracted, he murmured, "That is quite long."
"Yes. If you want anything, I will bring it back for you."
Wen Moxue knew many girls loved asking travelers to bring back makeup, clothes, bags, and the like. He understood none of those things, so he said thoughtfully, "Nothing for now. Just bring yourself back safely. That will be my gift."
Wow. Perfect romantic line.
As expected, Fu Cheng’s normally straight lips curved faintly. "Alright."
The path from the drop off point to the school gate was lined with tall plane trees. It was late autumn, and most of the leaves had already fallen. Occasionally, a night breeze would stir, sending a few dry leaves swirling to the ground before blowing them away again.
Walking together beneath the dim yellow streetlights, the moment felt peaceful and beautiful.
Unfortunately, the distance was only about a hundred meters, and they reached the gate quickly.
"I will stop here." Wen Moxue withdrew his hand.
The atmosphere had become too beautiful, making him uneasy.
Fu Cheng lowered his gaze.
The lower half of Wen Moxue’s face was hidden in his scarf, and under the streetlights, his eyes gleamed like stars and moon, bright and mesmerizing, as if they could speak, making one marvel at how such eyes could exist in the world.
"I... I am going in now." Sensing danger, Wen Moxue turned to run, but Fu Cheng caught his wrist.
He struggled, but with their height and strength difference, he could not break free.
"Brother," Wen Moxue pleaded softly, "if you kiss me again, I will not be able to show my face tomorrow."
"I will not kiss you. Let me hug you," Fu Cheng said.
Wen Moxue did not want to hug him either. Who would understand? Just half a month ago, this man had acted like a chaste gentleman, but now he was like an old house catching fire, the flames rising instantly.
But his persona had to remain intact. Though unwilling inside, he still widened his eyes with joy, threw himself into Fu Cheng’s arms, and nuzzled against his shoulder affectionately.
"Another day of loving brother so much!"
Fu Cheng wrapped an arm around his slender waist, feeling the soft, boneless body in his embrace, overwhelmed by the desire to hold him forever, to merge him into his very bones.
He lowered his head and kissed Wen Moxue’s forehead, his voice deep and husky. "Go back."
Wen Moxue obediently stepped out of his arms. Just before leaving, an idea sparked. He lowered his scarf, planted a quick surprise kiss on Fu Cheng’s cheek, and ran off.
"Good night, brother." His playful voice drifted back through the night.
Fu Cheng watched her swipe into the school. He touched the spot where she had kissed him, shook his head lightly, and smiled. Only after her silhouette disappeared completely did he turn and leave.
Wen Moxue felt fortunate that he was close with Shuyan. To make visiting the University of Technology more convenient, their professor had arranged a student card for Shuyan. Recently, Wen Moxue had feared encounters like tonight, where Fu Cheng suddenly insisted on sending him back, so he had borrowed Shuyan’s card. Otherwise, he would not have been able to enter the school and would have been exposed.
With his scarf covering half his face, Wen Moxue exited through another gate closer to his residence. Thinking of how Fu Cheng was already falling completely for him, he felt pleased.
Just wait. Once he reeled him in to the point where Fu Cheng could not let go, he would run.
Judging by how things were going, that day was not far.