Chapter 144: Shen Jixing, You Are Standing Upon My Dreams

Everyone stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.

They watched in silence as the tall, languid man with blue hair walked away, his arm wrapped around the beautiful Xing, who was helplessly massaging his temples in indulgence.

"Is he a dog or what?!"

Sheng Que saw right through Zhou Yili’s intentions. He pointed at their retreating backs and blurted out, "He just wants to chase us all off to the celebration party so he can cling to Brother Shen and do all sorts of—"

Fu Chen quickly reached out to cover his mouth. His cold, long eyes looked down at him. "Sheng Que, have I not scolded you enough lately?"

That mouth of his was truly on par with Zhou Yili’s.

Sheng Que was stunned. "You dare to scold me?"

The long wind tousled his chestnut hair, and his face was written with the arrogance of one who knows he is pampered. Fu Chen was always rigidly polite; even if he liked him deeply in his heart, he would never indulge him without reservation on the surface.

"Why wouldn't I—"

Before he could finish, the lips beneath his palm parted slightly, and a damp, soft touch slid across his skin.

Sheng Que looked at him, his voice muffled. "Mwah?"

Fu Chen: "..."

Fu Chen pulled his hand back, looking rather uncomfortable, and instead took Sheng Que’s hand, lacing their fingers together gently. "Scold."

Sheng Que held back a laugh in his eyes. His repressed, old-fashioned little bird only had this one way to express intimacy.

The Fu Chen he had known at the hospital was cold and restrained, a far cry from how he acted at home. Only when Sheng Que would leave at night would he silently pull him back. "Say it again. That last sentence from WeChat."

Sheng Que looked at his tugged sleeve in confusion, taking a few seconds to recall what he had said.

[Actually Indeed]: Little Bird, mwah!

"Oh, you want me to kiss you?"

Unlike Fu Chen, Sheng Que was born bold and straightforward. Under Fu Chen’s silent, steady gaze, he pushed him against the windowsill and kissed his face all over. "Mwah, mwah, mwah!"

Sheng Que lowered his eyes and blinked at him. "A farewell kiss. Is that enough?"

Fu Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his handsome face damp with kisses. "Too much. Get lost."

"..."

Sheng Que bared his teeth in an angry glare. Then, he tapped his own lips. "The return gift."

Aside from those moments of silent intensity, Fu Chen rarely indulged him in public. Yet, obeying his words, he leaned in and gave him a faint kiss, saying in his pleasant, magnetic, and chilly tone, "Mwah."

Sheng Que knew then: to handle this cold and excellent man, all it really took was a kiss.

And so, he had cheated his way to victory, hahahaha!!!

Sheng Que was in high spirits. "Let’s go, to the celebration party! Little Bear, come with your big brother."

***

Little Bear found that both of his masters were gone. Instinctively, he followed in the direction Sheng Que had taken. Suddenly, he tripped, and the next moment, an arm wrapped around his waist. He caught a whiff of a very elegant and expensive perfume.

"Little silly bear, you just follow anyone who calls you?"

Little Bear met a pair of enchanting fox-like eyes. Subconsciously, he sniffed the pleasant scent on the man and replied with earnest, righteous honesty.

"No, if you call me, I won't follow."

"..."

Little Bear’s sincerity was always a lethal weapon. Sikong Xiu, whose cunning life had just hit a Waterloo, looked down at him with displeasure. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

Little Bear felt that this person was so perfect he didn't look real. "You're kind of pretty, and you smell good."

Sikong Xiu paused, his eyebrows slowly arching. "Then am I prettier than your 'white moonlight,' or do I smell better than your 'white moonlight,' hmmm?"

Little Bear jumped out of his arms and fled in a panic.

Sikong Xiu nonchalantly adjusted his buttons, his long legs moving elegantly to keep up. "What are you running for? Tell me? Come, show me what your white moonlight looks like."

After the group had left, a figure in the corner stirred—it was the one who was shortest and had fallen the furthest while standing on tiptoes.

Mars struggled to climb up, staring at their retreating backs. He summarized them with his limited Chinese vocabulary: "A. Bunch. Of. Sluts."

Then, the elegant little French master picked up his top hat and put it on.

"Big brother, sister-in-law! Wait for me—"

***

"Where are you taking me?"

Shen Jixing let the person beside him hold him, helplessly indulging every decision he made in this moment.

Zhou Yili was slightly startled at the question. "How did you know... We're going home."

*Damn*, he almost let it slip.

Shen Jixing raised his clear, moist eyes to look at him, not exposing him but finding it amusing nonetheless. "It’s only nine-thirty. Why go back now?"

Given Zhou Yili’s flamboyant personality, after such a wild and unrestrained stage performance, he would usually go to the celebration party to show off some more.

Zhou Yili looked down nonchalantly. "Of course, to do—"

Shen Jixing calmly interrupted him. "Enough. Shut up."

"What are you thinking about all day long?"

Zhou Yili looked at the way his earlobes turned slightly red and couldn't help but hook them with his fingertip, amused. "Thinking of you."

"..."

He supposed he had managed to charm his way out of it again.

Shen Jixing didn't press him on what he wanted to do; whatever it was, it was fine. He would satisfy the little lion who had given everything to save him tonight.

***

After the world had gone silent, Zhou Yili brought him back to the stage.

The stage, post-curtain call, was covered in ribbons and gold foil, a scene of grand, lonely splendor after the celebration.

"Can you get up?"

Zhou Yili pulled him to the front of the nearly five-foot-high stage and looked at him sideways. "There are no stairs here. Do you want me to carry—"

Shen Jixing let go of his hand, braced his weight with one palm, and vaulted up with ease. He turned and sat on the edge of the stage, which was littered with ribbons and foil, looking down at him.

He asked softly, "There are no stairs here. Do you want me to carry you?"

Zhou Yili let out a slow, leisurely whistle. "So cool, Brother Shen. Come on, carry me."

He walked up to Shen Jixing and held out his arms, a lazy smile rippling in his eyes.

Shen Jixing actually reached out to pull him up. Then, Zhou Yili used the momentum to vault himself up, pressing directly into Shen Jixing—

Shen Jixing fell backward into the sea of ribbons. His head was gently cradled by a pair of hands. Before his vision could clear, his lips were captured by a kiss, fierce and tender.

"...Mmh."

Zhou Yili pressed him against the stage, kissing him with a intensity that was both ferocious and gentle, like a little lion who had finally caught his beloved prey.

"Do you know how many times I looked at you today?"

Shen Jixing, uncomfortable with the setting, tilted his head slightly to pause, only to have his chin gripped by Zhou Yili, forcing him to continue enduring the kiss.

"Since we were looking at each other, don't you think I know?"

His voice was cold and annoyed; he felt the man was acting crazy.

Zhou Yili paused, prying his lips open when Shen Jixing went silent, kissing him until he was whimpering in near-defiance.

"Every time our eyes met, this is what I wanted to do."

"..."

"The stage beneath you is my favorite place, the place I enjoy the most. Every time I stand on it, it feels like I’m reborn. I love being surrounded by starlight, screaming at the top of my lungs within the things I love."

Shen Jixing watched him quietly and responded softly, "Mm."

He didn't understand the feeling, but he could feel Zhou Yili’s passion for the stage. Tonight, he had been high-spirited and indomitable. Such a Zhou Yili was incomparable.

Though his lips were red and aching, Shen Jixing only said, "I understand."

Zhou Yili looked down at him with a smile, interlacing their hands and pressing them above his head.

"You don't understand."

The concert lights had been extinguished, and the moonlight spilled shallowly onto this corner.

Zhou Yili lowered his eyes and kissed him with near-religious devotion. "Shen Jixing, you are standing on my dream."