Chapter 49 Not Feeling Right

Chapter 49 Not Feeling Right

Sheng Xiyang followed Sheng Ai down the mountain, but he didn't get any answers.

He trailed behind Sheng Ai listlessly.

Sheng Ai turned into a shop called Zhongxiangji and asked Sheng Xiyang, "Do you want some sweet soup? You can take it to go or eat here."

Xiyang was in a bad mood, and the thought of food could comfort him a bit, so he nodded.

He decided to sit and eat there.

Two bowls of sweet soup were brought to their table. Xiyang took a sip first and found it refreshingly cool. He turned his head to look at the passersby outside the window, then suddenly remembered something and turned back, tentatively asking Sheng Ai, "Brother, if you bring me for sweet soup, will your sweetheart be jealous?"

Sheng Ai: "..."

He gently adjusted his glasses but before he could say anything, Xiyang suddenly turned around, pointed out the window, and feigned surprise, "Oh, brother, there's your sweetheart!"

Sheng Ai looked up at Xiyang.

Xiyang thought Sheng Ai would fall for it and look outside too, but when he turned back, Sheng Ai was still staring at him.

"..."

An awkward silence spread.

Xiyang decided not to speak anymore and bowed his head to drink the sweet soup obediently.

During the descent from the mountain, Xiyang had already guessed everyone related to Sheng Ai, and his guesses became increasingly far-fetched. Although Sheng Ai remained silent, Xiyang could tell that he hadn't guessed right.

After finishing the bowl of dessert, a sudden thought crossed Xiyang's mind.

He pondered for a moment and quietly asked Sheng Ai, "Brother, is your sweetheart... a guy?"

Xiyang had been guessing guys all along, but what if Sheng Ai's sweetheart suddenly turned out to be a girl?

Sheng Ai lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly behind his glasses before he finally answered, "Yes."

Xiyang fell silent for a moment.

He thought, I'm also a guy, so I've already won 50% on that front...

Cough, what am I thinking? How could Sheng Ai like him?

Xiyang scratched his face again, feeling his ears turn red from this thought, and stayed quiet for a long time.

He lowered his head to look at the milk in his bowl.

After a while, Xiyang sighed.

He wasn't sure why he sighed; it was just that suddenly, he felt dispirited. Even the sweet soup couldn't lift his spirits—his mouth was sweet, but his heart felt bitter.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Ai looked up, his voice soft.

Xiyang shook his head.

He hesitated and said, "I'll go back up the mountain to find my classmates. They're probably still waiting for me."

Sheng Ai didn't try to stop him much, simply saying, "Mm," and settling the bill, "Then go back."

Xiyang: "..."

No matter how he tried, he couldn't get any information out of Sheng Ai.

When leaving Zhongxiangji, Sheng Ai glanced at the sky and asked Xiyang, "What time are you coming home tonight? What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you."

Xiyang now felt that the better Sheng Ai treated him, the more uncomfortable he felt inside.

Who knows if one day Sheng Ai might bring his sweetheart home and cook for them too.

After a long pause, Xiyang murmured, "Anything is fine; I don't pick food."

Sheng Ai was silent for a while.

In the silence, Xiyang felt his chin being lifted.

His body stiffened slightly.

Such an action wasn't intimate, yet it made Xiyang's heart race.

Sheng Ai looked at Xiyang, his eyes behind the glasses seeming to hide some emotion, but he appeared to be smiling, "Why do you seem unhappy that your brother has a sweetheart?"

"No..." Xiyang's mouth moved faster than his brain, and he immediately denied it, "I think it's a good thing."

Sheng Ai stared at Xiyang for a long time.

Finally, he let go, stepped back slightly, and said to Xiyang, "Bring me a bouquet of flowers when you come home tonight."