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HOYSE CHAPTER 83
Chapter 83 — Only You
Entertainment scoop: according to on-set staff from a well-known production, Mr. G refused to film a kissing scene with Mr. R and held firm, which caused the shoot to halt temporarily.
The account posting it already had decent clout, so tons of people piled in.
“G and R… are they the two I’m thinking of?”
“Fans who visited the set said G looked great. Don’t let rumor accounts talk nonsense. Fake news!”
“Even for clicks you don’t have to be this gross. Speaking of G and R, once X-fans and J-fans ran into each other. Those two groups used to beef. They were sniping back and forth and Gu Xi happened to walk right between them. He looked confused, both sides immediately pretended nothing was happening.“laughing myself to death."
It's like "LOL,"
"I'm dying," or "LMAO" xswl
“I saw that video too. G standing in the middle was hilarious, like a dividing line. Both fandoms gave a good impression and did not make a scene in front of their idol. Gu Xi looked like he had no idea. Super cute. [Gu Xi Confused.jpg]”
“Heard this show is almost wrapped. Pray nothing goes wrong.”
“If only I were G, I would love to kiss R!”
“R is so cool. In interviews he is gentle and unruffled, but when it is about the work he is meticulous.”
“What are you on about? R has been coaxing me for half a day already, all because of you shameless Omegas!”
“Anyone ship R x G? I found their CP tag and it is called Jing-Xi (Jing + Xi). There are literally 51 followers. I suspect 50 are tool accounts just to open the supertopic and there is only 1 real fan. Is this one of thosecompletely unsupported ship (couple pairing).
So rare that it's “as cold and empty as the Arctic.” Arctic Circle CPs
“Isn’t the weird part that even with numbers that cold someone still ships it?”
That lone fan in the Jing-Xi supertopic is signing in right now, and still posting every other day. Today’s post is a bus going by with an ad for Absolute Idol on the side. There is a small photo of Rong Jing on it. He is not a mentor or contestant, but he is so hot that Xietian Entertainment sneakily put him in the sponsors’ creative. The bus stop’s ad board happens to be Gu Xi’s commercial. As the two cross, it looks like they are leaning together.
When Gu Xi saw that moment on the street, he snapped it at once. He was never short of “food”; life is full of it. He even taught himself how to cut images and edit video, and once he started self-producing, he could not stop.
As the fans said, Gu Xi really was in excellent shape.
The shoot sped up too. After a period of hiding his light, the lead Zhao Hua finally blazed across the court. The scenes shifted toward career beats based on the actors’ condition. Seeing Gu Xi like this, the directing team stopped pressing him. If he would not shoot the romance, fine, they would shoot the rise-to-power arc first.
Lately Gu Xi kept feeling eyes on him, a surging gaze that wanted to swallow him whole. As an Omega he could tell it came from an Alpha. Each time he looked over, it was gone. There was also a faint pressure from pheromones, very much like what he smelled years ago when he was abducted. He felt danger nearby, maybe even hidden in the crew.
Gu Xi gripped the necklace at his throat. Ever since Rong Jing left, he had turned off the GPS.
Now it was more of a talisman. When he felt uneasy, he held it. Courage can be invisible. Sometimes it is just a belief.
They had been starting early, and everyone was sleep deprived. Coffee was a must, one cup a day at least.
As usual, Rong Jing brought a cup for everyone. He did not say anything, just set one on Gu Xi’s little folding table, then walked past him to distribute the others.
Gu Xi stared at the cup. Even this tiny habit had been copied and pasted by the copy.
Xia Manni flopped into the lounge chair beside him and groaned, “Why does our set feel like a corpse drive these two days? People are barely awake and Liu Yu wants to add scenes. Add your head. Has the director lost it? I cannot rest at all. I fell asleep with my makeup on last night. I think this is on you. Did you inject chicken blood lately?”
Gu Xi refused the blame. “Is it not good to make the arc more complete? Besides, your scenes are almost done, right?”
“Yeah. You not willing to let me go?” She leaned in to study him. “You had night scenes. You wrapped later than me and your skin is still perfect. What are you using? Share!”
Gu Xi: “Born with it?”
“You are cuter when you do not open your mouth.” She popped the hot lid and gulped. “Ah, hot hot hot! Rong Jing, get out here!”
Everyone nearby laughed. Even the [Rong Jing] who had just walked past chuckled. “I even gave you a sleeve. Could you not wait?”
“I thought I could drink it straight. You did this on purpose!”
“Fine, fine, my lady, I will swap you another.” [Rong Jing] was all patience.
“Stop flirting and just get together already!” someone heckled.
Xia Manni shot Gu Xi a look. In the past he would already be throwing ice-dagger glares.
But Gu Xi did not react. He looked thoughtful. She shook her head. “You are off, Little Gu.”
“How so?”
“You did not feel it? Rong Jing just talked to me. Why did you not glare at me coldly?”
“What are you saying? Does ‘glare’ sound like me? You are pretty. Looking at you twice is normal.” Gu Xi cocked a brow and told Mo Dian to make him a hot tea.
“Coming from you it sounds extra nice.” Xia Manni cupped her cheeks, delighted. If Gu Xi’s eyes did not belong to Rong Jing, she would be tempted to steal either one of them. She slid closer and whispered, “Did you two fight?”
“No.” The person is not even here. Who am I supposed to fight. “Do you know something?”
“Who, me? I know nothing,” she said, playing dumb.
She was one of the few who sensed something off. Each time she chatted too much with Rong Jing or had frequent on-screen interactions, Gu Xi’s look went arctic. He looked like a wife watching some little vixen cling to her husband.
Gu Xi had been observing the copy. At first it was clumsy, now it was slick, even accepting the “kindness” around it.
It was feeding on the social capital and goodwill Rong Jing had built. It was stealing his harvest without shame.
Because Rong Jing’s nature made people like him quickly, the thing had figured it out. It learned and mimicked, trying to become indistinguishable.
The closer it got, the more restless Gu Xi grew.
He thought it would last hours at most. It had been a week. Would Rong Jing…
No. Gu Xi believed in that man.
Because he met Rong Jing, he had that belief. It pushed him to become better, stronger.
He would keep himself at his best so that when Rong Jing returned, he would see him shining. That thought held him up.
Rong Jing’s brief absence hardened Gu Xi’s resolve. He shattered the fragile image the world had tried to pin on him.
He took the tea from Mo Dian and smoothly passed the coffee to him.
He blew on the steam and sipped in the sun, eyes half-shut like a satisfied cat.
Not far away, [Rong Jing] saw this and froze.
A bold idea sprouted. The Heretic might not want the chosen child of destiny, but it was different. It was the soul sanctioned by this world’s god. It liked this Omega beloved by all and wanted to possess him.
This body had marked Gu Xi already. It had craved him all along, merely pressed down.
Why endure? Gu Xi did not totally reject it. So… why not replace the Heretic entirely?
If more and more people forgot the Heretic, it would have a new chance.
Was that not what was happening? The Heretic’s presence would be erased. This was divine will. God would surely approve.
A stir went through the crowd. A man with strong presence walked up from afar in sunglasses. The producer fawned and brought him a chair. He crossed his legs and faced Rong Jing’s area.
Wu Fuyu was still brooding about being blocked. He had stewed for days. In the end he realized waiting for Rong Jing to apologize was impossible. After all the circling and sulking, he still missed that bastard and scampered over.
He did not say much, just stood like a door god, making the actors jumpy.
He was supposedly a big shot. Every time he came, he did nothing but “have a look.” First time anyone had seen such a free investor.
A newbie had tried to chat him up once and got dissed head to toe without a single swear word. The kid almost wanted to die. The man was a professional nitpicker.
Today Wu Fuyu assumed it would be another fruitless day, but then Rong Jing came over with a hot drink.
Dear heavens, did the gods finally open their eyes and reward persistence? He could not believe it and cradled the cup like treasure.
He would drink it slowly. Maybe there would not be a next time.
It was an ordinary drink, yet it tasted like nectar to him.
Little Fish, your effort paid off!
Look, even that diamond block Rong Jing seems moved.
He sighed silently as he sipped.
A shadow fell across him. He slid off his sunglasses and found his arch-nemesis Gu Xi. His face went cold.
What was today? Not only was Rong Jing unusually kind, even Gu Xi, the long-frozen Tianshan snow lotus, had approached.
“What are you doing here?” Old witch. You grip onto monk’s meat every day. You want to steal my drink too?
He subconsciously drew the cup back, ready to defend his hard-won benefit with his life.
Gu Xi ignored the petty motion. After a long hesitation and with clear hope, he asked, “Have you noticed anything?”
Question marks filled Wu Fuyu’s face. Noticed what?
Did he mean Rong Jing being nicer? Or you falling out of favor? Hahaha.
He eyed Gu Xi warily. “Notice?”
Gu Xi studied him. He did not look like he was lying. “Nothing then.”
He slouched off, looking disappointed. Wu Fuyu was baffled.
Gu Xi really was disappointed. At least it proved he was not dreaming. That person was real.
Halfway back, a jolt of electricity shot through him. Bad.
Heat again. The last time had been the day Rong Jing left. He had used inhibitors. Today was exactly two weeks.
AO attraction is instinct, like magnets, especially after two marks. Gu Xi almost reflexively looked toward Rong Jing.
[Rong Jing] looked too, but when he started to speak, Gu Xi shut him down with an icy look.
His body wanted Rong Jing, but his heart was cold.
He did not need this thing’s “help.” There were ways to suppress it. Betas always say AOs are slaves to heat. Laughable. The ones out of control are people. Individuals differ.
Not every random Alpha would do.
Gu Xi pulled out an inhibitor, slipped it into his pocket, nodded to Liu Yu, and hurried off.
He left quietly, but some still noticed, and one after another tailed him.
He found a secluded restroom and slipped into a pheromone isolation stall. Hands shaking, he tore open the packet.
Through the door he heard a familiar voice. “Is it your heat? Why not come to me?”
Hearing that voice now was eerie and unbearable, like a death knell and temptation at once.
He almost dropped the syringe. He had always thought Rong Jing’s voice was warm and low and gentle. It still sounded good now. But with the wrong person, his heart did not stir. Anger did.
An Omega in heat is weak all over. He did not dare confront the Alpha outside.
He smothered the anger, assembled the syringe with trembling fingers, and slowly pushed the liquid in. That gentle voice kept coaxing him to come out. Gu Xi shut it out.
When he had steadied, he took out the orange-blossom blocker he had bought himself and misted the stall.
He had not managed to get Rong Jing’s spray yet. He could not wait. The new Xie-family spray masked extraordinarily well and smelled crisp and fresh. Whenever he wore it, he could not help thinking of that man.
He opened the door, still aching from forced suppression. Facing the Alpha who had marked him, every cell wanted to cling.
He crushed that revolting instinct and slid past him without a look.
He was still a little weak, but his mind was clear. He could call the police. He was not afraid.
[Rong Jing] had been happy at first, thinking Gu Xi had agreed to be marked. But something was wrong. He smelled the spray.
The Omega ignored him and went to the sink to fix his costume.
“You…” It stuck in [Rong Jing]’s throat. About to snap, he realized the tone was not right. “Why will you not let me help?”
Gu Xi rinsed his hands, adjusted his hairpiece, and turned slowly.
“I thought if you stayed quiet, I would pretend nothing was wrong.” His voice was glacial, razor sharp. “You really think this surface-level gentleness works on me?”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
“Believe me or not, makes no difference.”
He knew Rong Jing had something uncanny going on, but he would not ask until Rong Jing chose to tell him. Until then, he would do what he thought right.
Seeing he could not fool him, [Rong Jing] grabbed him. “How did you figure it out?”
“You resemble him, but you will never be him.”
The words hit like a bell. It was what it most feared. It was not real. God had made it to replace the Heretic.
“You are blind. I am him!” No one can tell!
Gu Xi said, “For starters, where are you? This is the men’s Omega restroom. Rong Jing would not barge in with zero signal from me. You can draw his skin and bones, but never his heart.”
He heard people outside. He pried open the fingers on his arm one by one, merciless. “Do not touch me.”
It makes me sick.
As he reached the door, [Rong Jing] said, “Gu Xi, no one will believe you.”
Gu Xi smiled back. “I know.”
He ran into Wu Fuyu, who had not resisted the urge to snoop. Passing in the doorway, Wu got excited. “You two split?”
“How much did you hear?”
Wu grinned. “You told Rong Jing not to touch there.”
When Gu Xi kept walking, he could not help running his mouth. “If you do not even like him, why hog him?” Free him up already.
Gu Xi turned and stepped into his space. The force of it made Wu retreat. He had never underestimated Gu Xi. This Omega was fiercer than most Alphas.
“So what if I hog him? Whether I lay him aside or tire of him, that Alpha has my name carved head to toe. Not just anyone gets to touch.” He leaned in, voice for the two of them alone, breath warm. “There is something you probably do not know. In bed, he is especially sexy. His sweat falls on me and it is hot, so hot my heart melts. I love that wildness. You will not see it in this lifetime.”
He licked his lips in memory. The strike landed hard. Wu Fuyu was stunned into silence.
Gu Xi did not realize why Gu Feng showed up less and less. The issue was him. He wanted that Alpha too much, enough to stop hiding his nature. In many ways he had started doing what Gu Feng would have done before. That was his deepest desire leaking through, once veiled and now blazing.
By the time Wu came to, Gu Xi was long gone.
He had mocked Gu Xi in this very spot not long ago, and now got it back wholesale. Wheel of fortune indeed.
He felt like he had let a feral beast loose. Hunt the goose daily and one day the goose pecks your eye.
“F***, he is savage.”
“You… did you really touch him?” Wu saw [Rong Jing] emerge at some point and asked, voice shaking.
How? Was the abstinent act fake? Did you break your vows? You are supposed to be a monk!
No matter how tempting, you keep control, right?
Tell me he made that up.
[Rong Jing] ignored him. Maybe Gu Xi’s words had cut too deep. He had just felt his heart move and Gu Xi had skinned him alive with sarcasm. He just wanted out of that awkward place.
Everyone drifted off, leaving Wu alone in the wind.
Gu Xi was spacing out in makeup, getting ready for the next scene.
Something soft brushed his ankle. A snow-white Pomeranian looked up at him. The makeup artist rushed in and scooped it up. “It is too naughty. Hope it did not bother you.”
“How did it end up here?”
“Family is sick. No one to watch it. The nearby pet hotel is full, so I had to bring it.”
“I know a very good one. I can have my assistant take it.”
“Is that not too much trouble?”
“It is fine. Easy.”
After a flurry of thanks, Gu Xi even handed over a discount voucher. The makeup artist thought Gu Xi was wonderfully considerate.
Gu Xi knew he was not usually so meddlesome. He was doing it for that man’s body. Rong Jing would come back sooner or later.
He took out the sticky note Rong Jing had put on the little hot-water machine that morning. He carried it everywhere; looking at it calmed him.
He turned it over without thinking and found words on the back in hurried scrawl: Wait for me to come back.
“Ah.” He covered his mouth, startled. Rong Jing had told him indirectly after all.
Days of wandering found an anchor.
His eyes stung. “Okay.”
We agreed. Do not break your word.
Riled up by Gu Xi, Wu Fuyu trudged toward the lot’s exit.
Someone lunged out of a side path. He jumped back, then blinked. “Chu Yang? When did you return?”
“Recently.”
“Here for something?”
Because the Wu family did a lot of overseas business with the Chus, the younger generation knew each other. But Wu Fuyu always thought Chu Yang played too rough. He had wrecked Omegas before and patched it with hush money. Wu himself fooled around, but not like that, so he never cared much for Chu.
After losing pieces of his memory, Chu Yang had forgotten Gu Xi, but felt both drawn to and disgusted by him.
Until he found an encrypted folder. He spent half a month trying passwords before he cracked it. It was a strange number. Turned out to be Gu Xi’s birthdate. How many coincidences could there be?
He had brooded on it for ages and finally opened it. The folder was empty, clearly scrubbed.
He hired top techs and restored a single deleted photo: Gu Xi, eyes closed, bound on a bed with his clothes on.
He looked younger than now, but the beauty was already budding, like a flower too weak to struggle, waiting to be pried open.
And the bed was in Chu Yang’s bedroom.
Had he tied Gu Xi up there? That fast? On second thought, it was exactly the kind of thing he would do.
After the memory loss, he asked his parents if he had known someone named Gu Xi. That feeling the moment he landed could not be fake.
His parents and everyone around insisted he had nothing to do with Gu Xi.
He did not believe it. He had found a key piece of evidence. Everyone had lied to him. Was that fun?
Feeling played by the world, he bought a ticket home in secret and tracked Gu Xi’s whereabouts.
Since Gu Xi was top-tier, finding him was easy. He was at the set. Chu Yang secured an extra gig pass and slipped in.
There were extras every day, so no one noticed him.
He lived by watching Gu Xi, but Gu Xi’s eyes were always on the Alpha named Rong Jing.
Chu baited the hook. “I know you want Rong Jing. How about we work together?”
Wu kept his face flat. “Oh? How?”
Seeing how easily he bit, Chu looked down on him. This is the Wu heir?
With a brain like that, who would respect him if he were not Wu Hanqi’s son?
No wonder people doubted Wu’s future. If Wu Hanqi were not a Beta with low fertility, he would have a string of bastards by now.
“Pick a day. I will drug Rong Jing and you take him. I already have a yacht ready. Do whatever you want. Top him or bottom for him. Your call.” Chu was sunshine-handsome but spoke without a ripple, like it was routine.
Wu was tempted. “Not bad. But the Xies value this young master.”
Chu laughed. “So what? Make him yours and you decide everything.”
Wu nodded. “You have a point.”
“Great idea, right?”
“And Gu Xi?”
“Once Rong Jing is gone, his bodyguards will be nothing. Where can he run? I will take him back to my lair. I even made him a new one. He escaped years ago. He will not this time.”
“Tsk. You are rotten,” Wu said with a crooked smile.
“Likewise.” Chu held out a hand. “So you agree? First cooperation. Mutual benefit.”
Wu smiled as he reached out. At the last second he seized Chu and slammed him into the wall.
The harmless crown prince’s face flipped. Chu had not expected it.
“F*** ‘mutual benefit,’” Wu snarled. “You call that liking someone? Gu Xi is cursed eight lifetimes to be liked by you.” I like Rong Jing to death and he ignores me. You see me kidnapping him?
“You—” Chu had no idea which step had gone wrong. “You said you agreed!”
“Like hell. Forgot to mention, I recorded everything.” Wu brandished his phone and tapped stop. He had to admit Gu Xi’s trick felt pretty good. The old demon’s tricks about winning from weakness were dirty but effective. “Do not even think about taking the phone. With who I am, your family cannot touch me.”
“You dead fish. Are you insane? We are on the same side!”
“Same side my a**. You make me sick.” He spat. “Do not pollute my pure soul.”
He punched Chu down. Thankfully not every Alpha was a monster like Rong Jing. He dusted his hands. “Get lost. Do not let me see you again, freak.”
His cousin had already been a colossal idiot, arson, a burned apartment, now on the run. And here came another. No wonder Gu Xi was still standing. One slobbering dog after another. If it were him, he might not survive one wave.
Chu glared at him with poison. Wu’s own feral air rose. He grabbed Chu’s collar. “Roll. Do I need to say it twice?”
Only one man has the right to glare at me in this life, and that is Rong Jing.
Rong Jing felt the soul-binding force again. He had just finished making arrangements.
He did not know how long this time would be. He did not resist much. He closed his eyes. Maybe because he was prepared and knew resistance was useless. Or maybe because if this world had a version of him to replace him, it was not so terrible. From another angle, the world did not need him. Perhaps he could go back home.
Only sometimes he saw the fire-butterflies and Gu Xi’s palm pressed to his chest, saying “home.”
Then his chest tightened. Those feelings throbbed with every bound second. He told himself to let go, but the thoughts still climbed back and tangled.
He had thought he did not care. Rejection is normal. Gu Xi is averse to romance. Even if he only watched over him from the side, was that not enough?
There was a sliver of reluctance. Just a sliver. He could not stop it.
He remembered something from the modern world. His second sister loved novels. She once said that warm, gentle men like him do badly in fiction.
He had not understood and asked why.
She said that in many novels, it is the domineering, cold, filthy rich, possessive man who is the male lead. The gentle one is the second male lead, forever the spare tire.
When the heroine is sad, he is there. When the male lead hurts her, he is there. When she needs a dad for the kid, he is there.
But he never gets her heart.
With someone like our little brother, who is gentle and not overbearing, protagonists will draw close and admire, but seldom fall.
He did not know how much time passed before the bonds thinned. The scene around him cleared.
He heard Gu Xi talking to the director not far away.
“Ah Xi, we cannot wait. Tomorrow we move to a big location out of province. This tree took us ages to find. Look at this light. Look at this shade. This angle. Whether you want to act or not, you are acting.” Today, whether you agree or not, we are getting it.
Gu Xi watched the sunset with a cool “Oh.”
“Do not ignore me. You would not do it yourself and would not let the doubles do it. What does Rong Jing owe you that you do him like this?” Liu Yu was about to cry.
“We can come back and—” Gu Xi’s eyes flicked toward Rong Jing and he went blank.
Clack. The water bottle in his hand slipped and hit the ground. Water splashed and the bottle rolled.
Their gazes locked. Heaven thundered and earth sparked.
The current in their eyes split and leaped, exploding into sparks that bloomed skyward.
One look, a thousand years.
As if forever had passed. As if it were still yesterday.
Sunlight pierced the cloud bank and fell on Gu Xi.
At last. Not early, not late.
“Liu… Liu Yu…” Gu Xi’s voice shook.
“On set call me Director Liu. Or director. Thanks,” Liu snapped. “What?!”
“I can do it. Now. Right now.” Gu Xi clutched his sleeve.
He seemed almost overeager. Was that an illusion?
Liu tugged his nearly ripped arm free. “What is with you?!”
You need auspicious date and time for a kiss? How is there such a difference between one minute and the next? People will think you consulted a fortune-teller for the lucky second.
Rong Jing had already come up behind Liu, eyes fixed on Gu Xi. Even his voice held a new urgency. “Director, let us shoot it now.”
He had planned to push Gu Xi into using a double and move on. The cameras and lights were ready.
Liu looked between them, not convinced. They ignored him.
He warned them anyway. “This is a tongue kiss, not just touching. You are professionals. Do not act like you have never kissed. I do not need to repeat this, right?”
Gu Xi flushed and ducked his head. Rong Jing glanced at him and nodded.
“Action.”
Zhao Hua slammed into the thick trunk. The prince’s hair flew. His eyes, still dazed, found the man who had tracked him down so quickly.
A hard body pinned him into the narrow space. Leaves fluttered down like confetti, glowing in the last light.
Rong Jing’s Fu Qianming seethed under tight control, staring at the prince who had nowhere to go and still played it cold. “When did Your Highness stoop to such petty tricks? What, you do not want your servant at your heels?”
Zhao Hua snapped, “You know and still ask. Let me go!”
“No. Or you can try me.” He seized Zhao Hua’s wrists, pinned them behind him. No amount of struggling worked. Their bodies ground together.
“Get off. You are a servant. Who are you to ask if I take you or not? If I want to, I will. If I do not, I will not. It is not your place.”
“Because Your Highness needs me. You cannot live without me.”
Anger and nerves filled Zhao Hua’s eyes. Forbearance and restraint burned in Fu Qianming’s. The taut line between them snapped.
Two once-strange souls met and struck, then drew close, pulled by a force that belonged only to them.
“How could— mm!”
Fu Qianming bent and sealed the prince’s mouth, hot and a little filthy, rolling the kiss over cherry lips. His hand cupped the soft throat, stroking slowly, as if soothing a restless creature.
“Tongue. Out.” Mouths pressed together, Rong Jing’s voice rippled in Gu Xi’s ear.
Director Liu and the AD shared a look. The two were giving off pure strong-meets-strong. No outside spark needed. They brought their own lightning.
It felt almost too real, like they were not acting at all.
The AD gulped cold water. If they would not shoot, they would not. But once they did, everyone else blushed.
The colder they were off camera, the hotter they burned in frame. The contrast made your blood race.
Gu Xi’s heart pounded too hard. He started hearing things.
His expression had slipped free of acting. He was thinking, When did Rong Jing say things like that?
“Cut. Gu Xi, what is going on?” He had been fine a second ago.
Gu Xi raised a hand for a pause and stared at the man in front of him. Softly, “Rong Jing?”
Expressionless, focused, Rong Jing looked back. “Mm.”
It was him.
He was back.
Gu Xi’s hands hung soft around his neck. He leaned in and breathed in his ear. “Only you.”
Rong Jing did not understand. Gu Xi repeated what he had tried to say that night. “You asked me if I could ever date an Alpha. I said it was impossible, but I left something out. I meant to tell you the next morning.”
He did not need to finish. Rong Jing knew. There had been no chance the next morning.
Rong Jing’s drifting soul felt anchored. He looked at Gu Xi’s fluttering lashes. Each tremor brushed his heart.
It was fine if no one else could tell. At least one person always knew him with a glance.
Rong Jing brushed Gu Xi’s hair back. His lips ghosted over Gu Xi’s cheek. “Say it again?”
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