Chapter 50: Obsession
The autumn campus was quiet and empty, with sunlight spilling obliquely onto the teaching buildings.
The main entrance to the teaching building was locked, so Wen Yan and Pei Zhouye walked to the small path leading to the playground.
Two rows of tall plane trees lined the path. The leaves had begun to yellow, rustling down onto the stone-paved road with every gust of wind.
“You used to like walking here.” Pei Zhouye took Wen Yan’s hand again.
Wen Yan tried to shake him off unnaturally twice but failed. Looking at the empty, uninhabited campus, he simply relaxed his strength, allowing that hand to grip his own.
“Mn,” he responded simply.
The scenery here was nice, and there weren’t usually many people. He did use to like staying here.
Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt indescribably suffocated. ” exactly how much did you investigate me? Will you only be satisfied after the Pei family background check digs up my ancestors going back three generations?”
Pei Zhouye looked down into his eyes and said faintly, “Will you only believe me if I say I liked you from before?”
Wen Yan didn’t speak.
Pei Zhouye had a house in Nan City and had stayed here for a while a few years ago, so it was indeed possible they had met.
But he didn’t believe someone like Pei Zhouye would play out some drama of a silent, guardian crush. It was too absurd. Besides, if Pei Zhouye had really attended school with him, given his personality and conditions, it was impossible for him not to be famous.
He figured it was some crooked method of gathering intelligence again, or perhaps he had just taken notice on a whim back then.
Knowing he wasn’t believed again, Pei Zhouye clicked his tongue. “How come I didn’t realize you were so suspicious before? If I had confessed to you back then…”
“Stop.” Wen Yan interrupted him, rejecting the idea categorically. “Then I would have rejected you back then. I wouldn’t date early. Even if I had someone I liked, I didn’t date early.”
Pei Zhouye was about to retort when he suddenly caught the keywords. “Who did you like? How come I don’t know? Who made you remember them until now?”
Wen Yan corrected himself. “It was just a little good impression. I don’t like them at all now.”
In his heart, he silently answered: Gu Yulan.
The only stirring of his heart in his youth was for the person who wrote him ninety-nine love letters. If his heart hadn’t moved, he wouldn’t have organized and kept those letters so carefully.
On many late nights, he would read those love letters over and over under the desk lamp, trying to find clues to guess who the sender was.
He had even thought about replying.
Unfortunately, he guessed everyone around him but never guessed the right person.
Two years later, when Gu Yulan admitted he wrote them, that small obsession from his youth didn’t seem to be satisfied.
The slightly eased atmosphere stiffened into silence again.
Seeing Wen Yan distracted, an invisible fire of jealousy ignited in Pei Zhouye’s heart.
He wanted to interrogate Wen Yan about who that person was, regretting bringing Wen Yan here today. Just when Wen Yan’s attitude toward him had finally improved a little, now he was thinking of his “White Moonlight.”
“He definitely isn’t as good as me.” He ground his back teeth, jealousy transforming into a slander he couldn’t hide.
Since accompanying Wen Yan to the hospital today, Wen Yan’s attitude had improved significantly. He wasn’t an idiot; he wasn’t going to upset Wen Yan again over some imaginary enemy who knows where.
“Definitely not as handsome as me, not as rich as me, not as good to you as me. The most hateful thing is that he actually made you remember him until now.” Pei Zhouye muttered incessantly, unusually talkative.
Still not relieved, he continued to badmouth the person: “If he didn’t like you, that just means his taste is incredibly poor. Why like someone who doesn’t like you? If he did like you but didn’t take the initiative to find you, then he didn’t like you enough. Being with a person like that is a waste of time.”
Wen Yan didn’t refute.
He didn’t deny that part of Pei Zhouye’s words was correct. Secondly, he didn’t want to defend Gu Yulan with a single sentence.
The playground gate was locked. Wen Yan prepared to turn and leave, but the person holding him didn’t move.
Pei Zhouye’s mouth was dry from talking, looking at Wen Yan with dark eyes surging with emotion.
Wen Yan froze for a moment, immediately drawing a conclusion from the experience of this past week.
“This is a school. No kissing.”
unable to pull away, he lost his patience and cursed him unable to hold back: “Are you a dog? How can you go into heat anywhere and everywhere? There are surveillance cameras here, can you have some shame…”
Pei Zhouye breathed heavily, curled his lips into a smile, and pulled Wen Yan’s hand, walking quickly toward the small warehouse beside the playground.
He raised his hand and forcefully pushed open the warehouse door. The old, dilapidated door creaked, the rusty latch rattled a few times, and wood chips mixed with dust fell down.
Wen Yan was dragged into the room. Pei Zhouye turned back and kicked the door shut. The light was instantly shut out, leaving only the sound of his heavy breathing in the darkness.
There was a faint smell of dust everywhere.
Wen Yan was too shocked to speak by Pei Zhouye’s sudden action; his sentence stopped halfway.
The heavy breathing was amplified several times in the narrow space. When the back of his head was clasped by a large palm, Wen Yan instinctively closed his eyes, and a scorching kiss landed immediately.
“There are no cameras here.” Pei Zhouye’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition, the pants escaping between his lips making the tips of Wen Yan’s ears tingle.
Wen Yan believed him. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his arms for the first time and wrapped them around the back of Pei Zhouye’s neck.
He felt the person kissing him freeze slightly, then hug him even more forcefully.
Pei Zhouye’s kiss became fiercer.
His obsession from his youth finally came true at this moment.
High school Wen Yan was no less popular than he was now. Most of those pursuing him were girls, but occasionally there were boys.
At that time, he had already been stalking Wen Yan for a while. The first time he saw a boy confess to Wen Yan was at this very playground entrance.
That was the first time since coming to Nan City that he had been so angry. He wanted to rush over, interrupt Wen Yan’s polite rejection, pin Wen Yan against the wall right in front of that person, and kiss him.
It was only then that he understood: he liked Wen Yan.
It wasn’t just curiosity and jealousy toward Wen Yan anymore, but like.
He liked Wen Yan.
After a long time, Wen Yan pushed him away, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, his expression somewhat disdainful.
If Pei Zhouye kissed him again, his lips would break. Did he have some variant of skin hunger disorder where he just liked kissing people?
“So much dust here, it’s so dirty.” His tone was muffled and disgusted, full of unhappiness.
Pei Zhouye remembered Wen Yan actively hugging him just now. His eyes rippled; he just smiled and didn’t answer.
He looked like he was possessed.
“Pei Zhouye, we have to go back to A City. I only took leave until the end of the National Day holiday, I still have classes.” Wen Yan took the opportunity to make a request, feeling a bit guilty.
But he still had to strive for guaranteed postgraduate admission; he couldn’t waste any more time here with Pei Zhouye. Skipping classes would affect his comprehensive evaluation score.
His calculations were written all over his face.
Pei Zhouye froze, a look of incredulity rising on his face.
“You only did that because you wanted to go back to class?” he asked in disbelief.
Wen Yan lowered his head, daring not look at him, and added, “If you want to do something, do it tonight. Tomorrow is no good.”
“I have an 8 AM class the day after tomorrow.”
It was strictly a “business is business” attitude.
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