Chapter 121 Tonight Is a Full Moon Night

Chapter 121 The Night of the Full Moon

Fang Ran took a deep breath.

He wasn't sure if it was out of fear or a desire to escape reality, but he picked up the remaining can of beer on the table and gulped down a few more mouthfuls.

As the alcohol coursed through him, his courage seemed to swell.

"Fu Zhangzhou, let go of me."

Fu Zhangzhou seemed not to hear him, merely saying, "Fang Ran, do you know what you were saying just now?"

"Letting me stay—do you know what that implies?"

The madness in the sentinel’s eyes intensified, something on the verge of breaking free.

"I don't know."

Fang Ran flatly denied it.

Just then, more alcohol rushed to his head, and the person before him no longer seemed so intimidating. He suddenly stood up, stared at the sentinel, and spoke louder.

"I'm drunk, just talking nonsense."

Fu Zhangzhou visibly paused, his gaze flickering a few times, then he snatched the beer can from Fang Ran’s hand.

Fang Ran’s eyes widened in surprise as the sentinel tilted his head back and drained the can in one go, then shook the empty can before him.

"Now I'm drunk too."

The sentinel’s gaze swept boldly across his face, finally settling on his lips, still glistening from the beer.

"Fang Ran, if you can babble nonsense when you're drunk, then if I'm drunk..."

"Can I act without restraint?"

"......"

By now, Fang Ran was thoroughly inebriated. Under that gaze, he suddenly felt he couldn't back down.

He stared at the person before him for a moment, then abruptly yanked his restrained hand. But he pulled too hard, losing his balance and stumbling backward.

Fu Zhangzhou quickly reached out to steady him, and the two staggered clumsily.

"Thump!"

Fang Ran’s back hit the window, and he and Fu Zhangzhou barely managed to steady themselves.

Tonight was the full moon.

From the 55th floor, it felt as if they could reach out and touch the moon, like a silver disc.

Beneath the moonlight, District 5 sparkled with lights, a flowing river of traffic.

The two suddenly fell silent, gazing quietly at each other.

The sentinel still hadn't released his hand.

His eyes held a gentle intoxication, surging emotions, and a look of reckless abandon.

All of it flowed into the moonlit night, soft as water, the ambiguity perfectly poised.

Fang Ran was reminded again of his last heat. That moonlit dream.

Perhaps... it wasn't a dream but something that had truly happened.

If he had confessed everything to Fu Zhangzhou in that state, it meant he trusted and relied on the sentinel.

Even back then...

He already held him in his heart.

Fu Zhangzhou’s gaze never left him either. Under the moonlight, the sentinel’s features seemed edged with a silver glow.

"Fang Ran."

"I don't regret anything I've done in the past."

"I like you."

"Not as a sentinel to a guide, but as Fu Zhangzhou liking Fang Ran."

Fang Ran gazed at him, his heart profoundly stirred.

His pheromones began to diffuse once more.

The sweet orange scent shifted from fresh to warm and mellow.

He had never imagined this wild man could utter such sincere and steadfast words.

And Fang Ran didn't want to refuse.

Perhaps... both of them were truly drunk.

In the midst of his daze, Fu Zhangzhou suddenly released his hand.

He braced his hands against the windowpane.

Bathed in moonlight.

A certain warmth suddenly fell like raindrops.

The crown of his head, his forehead, the space between his brows, the corner of his mouth, then his collarbone.

Fang Ran, caught off guard, accepted it all.