Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 14

He Jialin appeared to be as still as a mountain and as dumbfounded as a chicken, but the string of rationality in his brain was on the verge of breaking.

The soft voice floated over along with the rich and sweet aroma, swirling around his ears in the crowded cafeteria.

...Kiss, is that what you mean?

He Jialin had a hard time concentrating. He finally understood the meaning of that sentence. Then a thought came to his mind, something he had never dared to face but had to admit.

He really doesn't seem to be very straight.

Pei Xueyu's cheeks were red, and his heart almost jumped out when he spoke to him in a soft voice.

He was also moved when he talked about kiss, and he smelled good. When he was with him, one could only smell his scent. He dared to guarantee that no matter what Pei Xueyu said, he would be led by the nose.

This is definitely not how a straight man behaves.

Ruined.

If his father knew he was gay, would he break his legs?

"Just kidding." The atmosphere was frozen and deadlocked for a long time, and was broken by these three words.

The handsome young man with calm eyes retracted his gaze and picked up his chopsticks again. His cheeks were flushed with blood after eating, which was particularly pleasing to the eye: "Those are what he should do, there will be no reward."

Moreover, Xue Yu doesn't want to have too much interaction with people other than the main character. It's too troublesome to talk to them and get along with them. It's not something a lazy person likes to do.

He Jialin's restless body was poured with a basin of cold water from head to toe.

What are you kidding, kissing is a joke?

The corners of He Jialin's mouth instantly stretched into a straight line.

Xue Yu happened to be eating with his head down and missed it. After finishing the only meal he had, he wiped his mouth with a paper, narrowed his eyebrows and said lazily: "I'm full, let's go."

He stood up, but He Jialin was still sitting on the stool, his body straight, and said in a sullen tone: "I won't see you off..."

"Hmm?" Xue Yu didn't quite hear what he said. He pursed his plump, rosy lips and uttered a single word with a drawn-out ending.

He Jialin's jaw was tense, his mouth drooped, and he looked very unhappy: "I said I won't see you off, you go on your own."

For some reason, he feel a kind of grief and anger, like a dog that can't get any food and has to give up.

Only then did Xue Yu understand that this meant that he didn't want to hold an umbrella for him anymore.

Slender fingers lifted the collar, and the soft ebony-black hair hung down on the temples. Xue Yu hummed calmly, said goodbye, and walked away.

He did not show any unhappiness. After all, it was not He Jialin's obligation to hold an umbrella. If no one held an umbrella, he could go to the convenience store in the rain to buy one. Xue Yu would at most feel a little bit awkward, and would not have any other feelings.

The slender figure passed by He Jialin.

A big hand with strong joints suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him so hard that he lost his balance and took a step back. He stopped only when his knee pressed against He Jialin's well-developed thigh.