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Martial Youth

Residence · Night

There was a note left on the table.

Lin Hao picked it up and glanced at it.

Out on business.

Handle dinner yourselves.

—Yunlong

It did not say where he had gone, nor what time he would be back.

Lin Hao looked at those few words in silence for a moment before placing the note back on the table.

Gu Chengyuan had already picked up his jacket from beside the sofa.

Lin Hao turned to him.

“Where are you going?”

“Out for a bit.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

Gu Chengyuan walked to the door, placed his hand on the handle, then paused without turning back.

“You two—behave yourselves.”

The door closed.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Lin Hao stood in place and looked around. Only he and Yeqing were left in the room. The TV was off, and there were not many sounds outside the window either. Only the refrigerator hummed softly.

Yeqing sat on the sofa with her head lowered, reading.

Lin Hao stood there for a while, then suddenly felt that the space was a little too quiet.

He scratched his head.

“Uh… want to eat dinner?”

Yeqing did not raise her head. She only answered softly.

“Mm.”

“I’ll cook?”

Only then did Yeqing look up at him.

“You know how?”

Lin Hao immediately straightened.

“Don’t underestimate me.”

Yeqing was quiet for one second, then closed her book.

“I’ll help.”

She got up and walked into the kitchen.

Lin Hao followed her.

“I’ll help you.”

“No need.”

“I can cut vegetables.”

“You cut your hand last time.”

Lin Hao stopped.

“…That was an accident.”

Yeqing ignored him. She turned on the faucet and began washing the vegetables.

The sound of water spread through the kitchen.

Lin Hao stood at the doorway, watching her back.

She was quieter than usual today.

Not ordinary quiet.

More like something was weighing on her mind, but she had no intention of saying it.

Lin Hao watched for a while and could not help speaking.

“Yeqing.”

“Mm?”

“What’s wrong with you today?”

Her hands did not stop moving.

“Nothing.”

“Really nothing?”

“Mm.”

Lin Hao walked into the kitchen and stood beside her.

“Really nothing?”

Yeqing did not answer.

Lin Hao lowered his head and looked at her. Then he suddenly reached out and took the washed vegetables from her hand.

The movement was natural.

When his fingertips brushed against the back of her hand, he leaned a little closer and lightly touched the side of her cheek.

It seemed accidental.

And also not accidental.

“I know how to do this.”

Yeqing looked at him.

She said nothing.

But the movement of her hands slowed a little.

The two stood side by side.

The sound of water, the sound of the knife, and the sound of the pot being placed on the stove slowly filled the house.

Lin Hao lowered his head to handle the vegetables, then secretly glanced at her.

Different.

Something was definitely wrong.

He thought for a moment, then still asked:

“Yeqing.”

“Mm.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Yeqing stopped.

“No.”

She paused, then added:

“Don’t you think Bai Xue is a little strange?”

Lin Hao thought about it.

“Is she? I didn’t really notice. She’s just… a pretty enthusiastic junior, right?”

Yeqing looked at him and was silent for one second.

“An enthusiastic junior would pick food for you?”

Lin Hao froze.

“…Yeah.”

Yeqing turned back and continued cutting vegetables.

“Never mind.”

Lin Hao stood beside her, looking at her profile.

Slowly, he seemed to finally understand.

“…Ah.”

The knife in Yeqing’s hand stopped.

Lin Hao stepped closer, standing very near her.

“You’re jealous.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Really not?”

Yeqing stopped and turned to look at him.

The distance between them suddenly became very close.

Her voice was steady.

“No.”

But the tips of her ears had turned red.

Lin Hao saw it.

He smiled, but did not expose her. He only reached out halfway, then stopped.

Yeqing did not step away.

Only then did Lin Hao gently hug her from behind.

Yeqing’s whole body stiffened for a moment.

But she did not push him away.

Lin Hao said quietly:

“That one just now didn’t count.”

He paused.

“This one counts.”

Yeqing did not answer.

Only the knife in her hand had already stopped.

The kitchen was quiet for a while.

After one second, she said very softly:

“…Idiot.”

Lin Hao smiled.

“Mm.”

He lowered his head, his voice even lower.

“Right now, I’m only looking at you.”

Yeqing did not turn around.

But her ears became even redder.

Lin Hao let go, as if nothing had happened, and turned to wash the dishes.

Yeqing stood where she was and took a deep breath before picking up the knife again.

She lowered her head and continued cutting vegetables.

But her heart was an absolute mess.

…So annoying.

And yet, the corner of her mouth would not stay down.

Elsewhere.

The doorbell rang.

Lin Jing wiped her hands and walked to the door.

When the door opened, Gu Chengyuan stood outside, holding a bag of food.

He looked very natural.

So natural it was as if he had always been meant to appear here.

“I’m here.”

Lin Jing froze for a moment.

“…How did you know—”

Bang.

The door shut directly.

Outside the door, Gu Chengyuan stood there and paused for one second.

Crap.

Forgot to explain first.

He raised his hand and knocked.

“Open the door.”

Inside, it was quiet for a moment.

Lin Jing’s voice came through the door.

“Didn’t I say that if you’re not my boyfriend yet, you don’t get to come in?”

Gu Chengyuan stood at the doorway.

“That’s why I asked for the address.”

Inside the door, there was silence for another three seconds.

The door opened again.

Lin Jing stood behind it, looking at him.

“How did you know where I live?”

“I asked.”

“Asked who?”

“Brother Aji.”

Lin Jing fell silent.

She slowly turned her head, as if crushing someone’s name between her teeth.

“…Brother.”

Gu Chengyuan lifted the bag in his hand.

“I brought something.”

Lin Jing looked at him.

“What did you bring?”

“Food.”

He paused.

“I can’t cook.”

Lin Jing looked at him, her tone flat.

“So you bought takeout and brought it to my house.”

“Mm.”

“And you planned to come in and eat?”

Gu Chengyuan looked at her.

“If you let me in.”

Lin Jing leaned against the doorframe and looked at him for a long time.

Gu Chengyuan did not rush her, nor did he squeeze his way inside. He only stood outside and waited.

In the end, Lin Jing sighed and stepped aside.

“Come in.”

Gu Chengyuan walked into the apartment, placed the bag on the table, and looked around.

“…Nice place.”

Lin Jing stood beside him and watched.

“You’re pretty comfortable.”

“Mm.”

“This is my home.”

“I know.”

Lin Jing: “…”

She opened the bag and glanced inside.

Her movement suddenly stopped.

Inside were the foods she usually liked to eat.

Not randomly chosen.

She looked up at him.

“How did you know I like this?”

Gu Chengyuan picked up a pair of chopsticks.

“I asked.”

Lin Jing’s eyes cooled slightly.

“Asked who?”

“Brother Aji.”

Lin Jing stared at him.

“You almost fought him in the morning, and now you’re brothers at night?”

Gu Chengyuan did not rush to answer.

He handed her the chopsticks.

“He said food can be delivered, but the person is not allowed to mess around.”

Lin Jing: “…”

Gu Chengyuan added:

“He also said if I dared to stay one second too long, he’d throw me down from upstairs.”

Lin Jing was silent for several seconds.

Then she took the chopsticks.

“That sounds exactly like something he would say.”

Gu Chengyuan sat down.

“So I’m mentally prepared.”

“Prepared for what?”

“To finish eating before I get thrown down.”

Lin Jing looked at him.

After a while, as if she had been angered into laughing, the corner of her mouth moved very lightly.

The two ate quietly.

There was not much conversation.

But it was not awkward either.

The streetlights outside shone in and fell across the table. Steam slowly rose from the takeout boxes. The room was very quiet, with only the sound of chopsticks touching the containers.

After a while, Lin Jing spoke:

“Aji knows you came?”

“He knows.”

“He didn’t stop you?”

The corner of Gu Chengyuan’s mouth moved.

“He said—”

He paused before continuing:

“Prove it slowly.”

The hand Lin Jing used to hold her chopsticks stopped for an instant.

She did not look at Gu Chengyuan. She only lowered her head and continued eating.

But the corner of her mouth lifted very, very slightly.

Gu Chengyuan saw it.

This time, he did not point it out.

He only lowered his head and continued eating.

The light inside the room was warm.

The night outside was still deep.

And that night, some words were never said aloud.

But both sides knew.

The distance between them had become a little closer again.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfpkCOuQARw

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