Chapter 37 Red Ears

Chapter 37 Red Ears

The moment his cheek was touched by Sheng Ai's fingertips, Sheng Xiyang's movements paused slightly.

It was strange; he usually roughhoused with his male friends at school, and they had touched him before too. But for some reason, when Sheng Ai gently wiped the flour off his face, Sheng Xiyang's heart skipped a beat.

He tried to control himself and not show any peculiar reaction, continuing to knead the dough with his head down.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Ai's hand didn't completely leave. He pinched Sheng Xiyang's ear again.

This time, Sheng Xiyang trembled.

He turned his head to look at Sheng Ai.

Sheng Ai smiled, his eyes filled with gentleness. "Your ears are so red."

Sheng Xiyang: "..."

If his hands weren't covered in flour, he would have immediately covered his ears with both hands.

Sheng Xiyang struggled to defend himself. "It's too hot in the kitchen."

Sheng Ai said nothing more.

Sheng Xiyang finished kneading the dough and started making handmade noodles. After shaping the noodles, he put them into a pot that was already bubbling.

While waiting for the noodles to cook, Sheng Xiyang mixed the condiments.

Sheng Ai walked over, glanced at the mixture, and asked, "What is this?"

"It's meat sauce..." Sheng Xiyang replied, "with some seasonings. I made it according to my taste since I like these flavors. I'm not sure if you have any particular dietary restrictions."

Sheng Ai asked, "Can I try it?"

Sheng Xiyang nodded.

Holding the spoon, he was about to pass it to Sheng Ai when Sheng Ai reached out, held his hand, and dipped the spoon into the sauce, tasting it.

Sheng Xiyang trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Sheng Ai's hand was warm, and there was nothing wrong with holding his hand.

Sheng Xiyang felt strange, not Sheng Ai.

After tasting it, Sheng Ai said, "It's quite good, but it doesn't seem to be the local flavor here. You..." He paused, his eyes behind his glasses quietly gazing at Sheng Xiyang, "where were you from before?"

Sheng Xiyang withdrew his hand, "I'm... from Guangzhou."

Sheng Ai was slightly taken aback, seemingly surprised.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes. "Guangzhou? Then you must not be very familiar with Nanjing."

"It's okay," Sheng Xiyang said, somewhat embarrassed when talking about himself, smiling to cover his blushing face, "I came to Nanjing for university and have been here for two or three years. I'm not very familiar, but I'm not a stranger either."

Sheng Ai nodded, repeating softly, "For university."

"I went to Guangzhou last year," Sheng Ai leaned back, a gentle smile in his eyes, "they speak Cantonese, which makes communication difficult. Next time I go, I can take you along."

Sheng Xiyang smiled, his eyes curved. "Sure."

Sheng Ai looked at Sheng Xiyang, his gaze soft. "Do you miss home?"

Sheng Xiyang was startled.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes... but I don't have a home anymore."

Sheng Ai reached out, his palm gently pressing on Sheng Xiyang's head. "Next time we go to Guangzhou, take me to see your old place."

Sheng Xiyang was suddenly stunned.

The noodles in the pot seemed to be boiling over, and Sheng Ai looked past Sheng Xiyang, reminding him, "The noodles seem to be done."

Because of Sheng Ai's leaning motion, he was now very close to Sheng Xiyang.

Sheng Xiyang smelled a faint fragrance from Sheng Ai, not like perfume, probably a unique body wash or shampoo. Smelling this scent, he realized for the first time that men could smell this good.

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