Translator: Amber.es | Editor: umamin
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Inside the bar, the lights were dark, and the people who came to play only cared about the sight on the stage. No one noticed that there was such a big man in the corner of this dark booth.
Otherwise, there would be another bloody storm on Weibo tomorrow.
When they left the bar, it was already eleven o’clock in the evening. The hot breeze blew onto their faces, bearing the taste of the salty and damp beach. The neon lamp lights along the streets of the seaside city were breathtakingly beautiful. Gu Xingchuan did not intend to leave, he put his hands in his pockets comfortably, and followed slowly behind the two of them.
Song Yi walked to the entrance of the resort and Gu Xingchuan, without any intention to leave, had both his hands comfortably in his pockets as he followed slowly behind the two of them.
Seeing Song Yi walking in front and Cheng Song walking a step back as they climbed the stairs,
Gu Xingchuan pointed at them both, and sneered, “Song Yi, aren’t you too shabby? Sharing a room with your friend?”
“Tonight is a match between France and Argentina. Cheng Song and I are going to watch the game together.” Song Yi was in a good mood and had long been looking forward to this match.
“Until what time will you watch?” Gu Xingchuan glanced at Cheng Song, his voice sounded unhappy.
The two of you alone, watching the game together til that late. How good could your relationship possibly be?
Cheng Song smiled and glanced playfully between Song Yi and Gu Xingchuan.
For the sake of the milk in the bar just now, Song Yi calmly took his phone and checked the game time. “Two o’clock in the evening.”
“That late?” Gu Xingchuan frowned, folded his arms, stared at Song Yi and overbearingly declared, “You’re so noisy at night. Even if you don’t want to sleep, others want to.”
Song Yi thought to himself, their room was 108,000 miles away. Do you have a thousand-mile ear? “Thank you for reminding me, I will control the sound of the TV and make sure it won’t disturb other people’s rest.”
Gu Xingchuan hesitated for a few seconds. His dark eyes fluctuated with emotions, he followed Song Yi up a few steps. “No, I’m not at ease yet. You watch the rebroadcast tomorrow.”
Song Yi’s anger rose. This police officer from the Pacific Ocean. Why was he being so strict! He clenched his fist, really wanting to punch Gu Xingchuan. But in front of Cheng Song, he patiently replied, “The rebroadcast of the game doesn’t have a soul. The game must be watched live to feel its atmosphere.”
Gu Xingchuan pursed his lips. He looked past Song Yi at Cheng Song. His jaw tightened, and indifferently said, “Then do whatever you want. If you disturb other people, I will smash your TV.”
After speaking, Gu Xingchuan walked into the elevator with his long legs.
Song Yi’s liver was aching with anger. His eyes stared at Gu Xingchuan’s back, his middle finger fiercely lifted inside his heart.
You can just chatter away. I’ll peel your skin once everything has finished.
Cheng Song patted his shoulder, looking rather pensive. “You two are very interesting.”
Song Yi sighed. He had let Cheng Song see such a joke. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he helplessly said, “Don’t take today’s matter to your heart. He’s quite temperamental, but he’s not malicious.”
Cheng Song evidently smiled. “I don’t mind. If you have any trouble, you can tell me anytime. Director Yang and I are very familiar. I will help you integrate.”
Song Yi was touched. It was such a blessing to have a considerate friend like Cheng Song.
The match between Argentina and France was so exciting, Song Yi watched as his blood boiled with excitement, and the discussion with Cheng Songyi was even more exciting.
Cheng Song understood football. Although he doesn’t usually play football, when he speaks, it would be in a clear and logical manner. He had each team’s player history at his fingertips, feeling even more professional than the commentary itself.
Song Yi listened until he was stunned for words, leaving him to respectfully admire Cheng Song’s profound knowledge.
Just as the match was at its climactic peak, the doorbell rang. Song Yi was too engrossed. He stared at the TV without blinking.
Cheng Song, who was nearest to the door, got up. “I’ll go take a look.”
Song Yi vaguely heard some voices at the entrance of the door, followed by double footsteps. He put down the potato chips in his hand and turned his head. Gu Xingchuan stood behind him expressionlessly, neatly dressed, but his half-length hair was dripping with water, drop by drop landing on Song Yi’s straight back, forming large and small spots on the light-colored clothes.
Cheng Song shrugged helplessly.
“The hair dryer is broken.” Gu Xingchuan’s voice was calm. His eyes swept across the room, his eyes stayed on the neatly lined bed for a second, and he felt relieved. “Where is your hair dryer?”
The hair dryer was not broken, but he was worried. He always felt that Cheng Song was not a good person. Although Song Yi had a clean outlook, he was still a simpleton in terms of feelings.
Being a “friend”, he should be concerned for him about that.
Song Yi pointed to the bathroom and didn’t take it to heart. Unexpectedly, Gu Xingchuan dried his hair quickly and rightly sat on the sofa with his hands folded, watching the game on TV with relish.
“You’re watching football?” Song Yi was surprised.
Father Gu immigrated early on in Gu Xingchuan’s life. Gu Xingchuan grew up in the United States and only returned to China during middle school to be immersed in the dynasty’s compulsory education.
In the United States, there were plenty of American football and basketball games. However, football (ie soccer) was not played by many people, and it was not very popular. Song Yi reckoned Gu Xingchuan wouldn’t even know any of the football stars.
“I’ve watched a lot.”
Gu Xingchuan tilted his head, a few strands of loose hair draped over his face. His neck was slender, and his Adam’s apple trembled when he spoke, adding to his sex appeal.
Song Yi’s heart thumped. He was raised as an alpha since he was a child. It was inevitable to love seeing beautiful things.
Though Gu Xingchuan was not the “little white rabbit” that Song Yi liked, this “big wild wolf” had a distinctive flavour on its own.
Cheng Song went out to answer a call. When he returned, he didn’t expect Gu Xingchuan to sit down so brazenly at his seat, next to Song Yi who was sitting in the corner.
Cheng Song sat helplessly beside Gu Xingchuan. He wanted to find a chance to talk to Song Yi about the game, but Gu Xingchuan was sitting upright, tall and straight as a military posture. With his originally tall and sturdy figure, he unwaveringly blocked Cheng Song’s line of sight.
Cheng Song could not have a chance to make eye contact with Song Yi.
Song Yi had his attention on the game and didn’t realise that the atmosphere was subtly wrong. What came to his mind was, “You’re going to shoot a scene tomorrow morning, and you’re staying up this late to watch this football game. Are you sure it won’t affect your energy?”
Gu Xingchuan calmly retorted, “You don’t need to worry about my energy, just take care of yourself.”
Getting a dull answer, Song Yi had nothing else to say, instead concentrating on watching the game.
Gu Xingchuan could stay up late but Cheng Song had a morning meeting with the project leader tomorrow. He couldn’t treat his work lightly.
As soon as Cheng Song left, there were only two people left in the hotel room. No one was explaining the game to him. Song Yi’s excitement gradually cooled down.
As soon as he calmed down in his heart, he realised that something was wrong. The sound of the TV was turned on very low, and in this silent night, only faint electric currents could be heard.
He drank a lot of wine tonight. The faint smell of brandy in the air diffused from Gu Xingchuan, refreshing and sweet.
Gu Xingchuan was sitting next to him, with his legs crossed uninhibitedly, his solid muscles leaned against Song Yi’s legs. The warm body temperature was transmitted through the clothings, feeling rather cosy.
This was a bit too intimate and ambiguous. Song Yi still remembered the last vacation’s experience. He increased the distance between the two.
Song Yi stood up quickly, and casually found a reason. “There’s still one piece of the hangover medicine you gave me last time. Once you take it, go back and have a good rest.”
Gu Xingchuan narrowed his eyes and looked fixedly at Song Yi.
After taking the hangover medicine, he had placed it on the table cabinet under the TV. Song Yi squatted in front of the TV, lowered his head and reached out to pull the drawer.
Song Yi thought this posture was very casual, but from Gu Xingchuan’s point of view, it was not like that.
Song Yi was wearing a casual shirt. With this movement, his muscles tensed, revealing a thin waist. Under the blue light of the TV, his pale skin was transparent, lower down, his butt was very fleshy. Under those loose suit pants, it made a round arc, enticing one to pinch hard.
Gu Xingchuan gave a soft “tsk”, not knowing what he was admiring.
Song Yi stood up with the medicine. He looked at Gu Xingchuan’s dissatisfied expression and quizzed, “What are you thinking of?”
“Thinking of Shen Li.” Gu Xingchuan panicked and reacted instantly.
Song Yi paused when he poured water. He sighed. “I miss Shen Li too.”
“You can’t.” Gu Xingchuan glared at him and threatened, “You are not allowed to think about Shen Li.”
It was already in the middle of the night. Song Yi had no intention to act with him. He gave a relaxed smile. “Can you control who I think of? Can you pry open my head?”
Gu Xingchuan stared at him and announced word by word, “You can’t think about Shen Li. I won’t pry open your head, I will knock your head open with my fist instead. Understand?”
One can’t afford to provoke this man of society. Song Yi no longer antagonised him. “Fine, I won’t think about Shen Li.”
Gu Xingchuan tapped his chin, then thought of something. He continued on fiercely, “You’re not allowed to think about anyone.”
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