Chapter 88 - .
On the night of a certain stream, a very long time ago. Jian Rong bluntly rejected a female accompanying gamer's request to tag team the bot lane together, his voice cold and detached enough to make someone's hair stand on end. Bored and lacking anything better to do, the water friends started speculating about his future romantic partner, while also roasting this dumbass for how he would act when he eventually dated someone.
Some of them said that he should find a girl with an irritable temper so that they could flame each other every day while streaming; others said that he would definitely find a mild and weak little white rabbit. There were also a few antis who tried to stir up trouble by claiming that he was destined to become an abuser.
At the time, Jian Rong hadn't responded to a single one of those comments. He felt like dating was something that was very far off for him. He couldn't think of anyone he would want to stay in one room with, nor had he ever met someone who he especially wanted to get to know and talk to.
But right now, he was squeezed behind an umbrella with a guy who was even taller and broader than he was.
Upon hearing a passerby complain about the drizzle, Jian Rong's pulse quickened a beat, and he gripped Lu Boyuan's shirt even tighter, his fingernails suffused with white from nervousness.
Worried that Jian Rong's clothes would rub against the glass wall of the convenience store behind them, which was covered with droplets of rain, Lu Boyuan placed his other hand on Jian Rong's waist.
Jian Rong's lips were very soft, and they tasted like peppermint-flavored gum as they moved against Lu Boyuan's with an eager, impatient inexperience.
Lu Boyuan's heart itched from Jian Rong's kisses, and he also wanted to laugh. As a result, he drew back just a bit.
The moment their lips separated, Lu Boyuan cast his eyes downward and happened to spot Jian Rong's half-opened eyes. A second later, Jian Rong clutched at Lu Boyuan's clothing and shifted forward, leaning in again.
...
Ding-ge's call came in. He said that he was driving to get them himself, and that he would be there in three minutes, so they should stand in an area where he could temporarily park.
Lu Boyuan lifted his hand and tugged his mask back into place before he told Ding-ge that there was already an area he could stop at right in front of them.
Jian Rong stayed frozen in his original position. He appeared to be listening to Lu Boyuan's phone call, but in reality, his brain was currently replaying the last few minutes, his ears completely red.
Just now, did he pull Lu Boyuan back in so that he could kiss him again?
...
Fuck.
The instant they put away the umbrella, a shiny black Bentley Mulsanne came to a stop at the edge of the street, drawing numerous glances from everyone in the nearby vicinity.
The car window rolled down. Ding-ge, who was wearing sunglasses, jerked his chin up at them.
Before anyone could ask, Ding-ge began chattering away unprompted the moment the door opened. "Fu-ge bought a new car and left this car at the base for us to use. Isn't it awesome?"
Jian Rong said without any emotion whatsoever, "Awesome."
Ding-ge: "...little spoiled brats don't know what's what."
By this time, it was already past off-work rush hour. They drove unimpeded for half the trip before they finally encountered a red light and stopped.
Ding-ge turned his head, wanting to say something, but instead his eyes were drawn to the hems of Jian Rong's pant legs. "Why are the bottoms of your pant legs so wet? Got caught in the rain?"
