LFB Chapter 4

Ning Gui suddenly chuckled. “You don’t think I’m weird? I grew out my hair and wore women’s clothes.”

“No.” Shang Zhao answered, “Women can wear men’s clothes, so why can’t men wear women’s clothes?”

Shang Zhao, with a flushed face, added, “And you look good wearing women’s clothes.”

“Oh—” Ning Gui opened the takeout box and began to eat. “So you think I don’t look good in men’s clothes.”

“No, no, you also look good in them.” Shang Zhao’s Adam’s apple moved. “You look good with both long and short hair—no matter what, you always look good.”

The takeout is from Ning Gui’s favorite restaurant. There was a generous portion of spicy chicken and it was spicy enough. He licked his lips and curved his eyes in satisfaction. “Love at first sight is just lust at first sight.”

“You’re wrong.” Shang Zhao denied. “There are people who are better-looking than you, but I only fell for you.”

Can’t you hear what you are saying?

Is this a confession or an invitation to be cursed at.

Ning Gui glanced at the boiled pork slices in front of him. “Boiled pork slices should be eaten while hot.”

Shang Zhao finally stopped his silly speech and started eating.

Of the two, one had complicated feelings; the other was perfectly satisfied, and even thought as far as thinking what to bring over for Ning Gui tonight. However, the atmosphere was awkward.

Nobody spoke again. In the quiet dance studio, even the buzzing of the cicadas and the chirping of the birds didn’t seem noisy. It only made them feel relaxed and at ease.

After eating, Shang Zhao cleaned up the trash and threw it in the trash can in the corridor.

When he returned, Ning Gui was standing in the corner next to the speaker, holding a charging cable for a phone in his hand.

Shang Zhao, “…”

Shang Zhao took out his own phone and opened his WeChat—his friend request had been accepted, followed by a transfer record.

Ning Gui bent down and pulled out the charging cable, then looped the cable a few times, and stuffed it together with his phone in his pocket. “I’ve sent it to you.”

Shang Zhao gripped the phone tightly and dejectedly let out an “Okay.”

Ning Gui didn’t move. “Didn’t you want to chase me?”

He smiled nonchalantly, “I’ll give you a chance.”

Shang Zhao looked at him, sunshine reflected in his dark eyes, filled with pleasant surprise.

“What?”

“Carry me back to the dorms.” After sitting for such a long time, his ankle hurts. Shang Zhao brought it upon himself, so Ning Gui immediately decided not to hold back. “I sprained my ankle.”

Shang Zhao was so nervous that his hands and feet moved together. He walked toward him in big steps, then turned around and bent down. “Get on.”

The young man’s shoulder was broad and strong, as if it could easily bear all hardships.

Ning Gui curled the corner of his lips and got on.

Shang Zhao carried him on his back, smelling the faint scent of roses and his nervousness slowly eased up. “How about we go to the infirmary first?”

“No need,” Ning Gui answered, “I have ointment in my dorm.”

Shang Zhao carried him downstairs. Ning Gui was leaning a little close, so the faint scent of roses lingered around him, and his heartbeat began to beat again uncontrollably.

Shang Zhao asked inexplicably, “Ning Gui, are you a rose?”

“Why do you smell so nice?”

Ning Gui reached out his hands to wrap them around his neck, his voice was gentle, “I’m human.”

If Ning Gui’s hands were not so strong, Shang Zhao would have felt extremely happy, but now—he only felt that he was being suffocated.

The heat traveled from his neck to his face. Shang Zhao hammered, “I…I–I was wrong.”

Then he whispered, “But you really do smell nice.”

Ning Gui loosened his grip. “La Fille de Berlin.”

“Huh?” Shang Zhao couldn’t react.

“The perfume’s name.”

The hair on the back of Shang Zhao’s head shook. “Sounds nice.”

Ning Gui watched as his ears turned red, so he naughtily pulled it.

“Shang Zhao.” He heard him call his name, then slowly asked, “Do you really don’t think I’m weird?”

Shang Zhao faltered in his steps. The heat on his face and the heat in the air collided; he was almost steamed alive. “What’s so weird about you?”

Ning Gui didn’t answer. After a long time, so long that Shang Zhao thought that he had abandoned the topic, he suddenly said, “I once dated before.”

“At first, he also said that he liked me, that he liked me no matter how I looked.”

“We were happy together but we fought a lot too,” Ning Gui paused, “The worst fight we had was when he said I was sick, that I was neither man or woman, and that it made him feel gross.”

Shang Zhao clenched his hand, “Then what happened…”

Ning Gui chuckled. “Then I broke up with him.”

People who have been heartbroken could do anything and become extremely crazy.

At the time, he shaved his head. Even if he wore women’s clothing and stood in front of Shang Zhao, he probably wouldn’t recognize him.

Shang Zhao lifted him up, then followed the light all the way to the dormitory building. “I don’t think you’re weird.”

“I think—I think you’re very cute.”