Chapter 62: Chapter 62 “I’ve Liked You for a Long Time.”…

Chapter 62

"I've liked you for a very long time..."

"Lu Zhishi, I do."

Chi Chen's tone was serious and solemn. He held Lu Zhishi's hand, which was clutching the bouquet, looked into his eyes, and said each word distinctly, "I should have been the one to say it first."

Lu Zhishi's mind buzzed, still not fully grasping the meaning of those words, when he heard Chi Chen declare:

"Lu Zhishi, I've liked you for a very long time."

...

Hand in hand, they went to the food street for mung bean cakes, then hand in hand to Cloudtop Restaurant for dinner. Finally, they drove home together. Lu Zhishi couldn't recall how they answered his two dads and older brother.

His thoughts kept drifting, as if he were walking on clouds. Everything that happened today felt profoundly unreal.

It wasn't until after his shower, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and feeling his still-damp hair, that Lu Zhishi suddenly sat up.

A huge, unconscious smile spread across his face. His heart felt like it would burst, and his head was lightheaded, as if he'd drunk tainted wine.

He, Lu Zhishi, was truly dating Chi Chen!

He paced his room once, twice, then a third time. Unable to contain his excitement, he rushed to the balcony and looked toward the Chi family's house.

The light in Chi Chen's room was on, the curtains undrawn, but he couldn't see him.

Perhaps he was in the adjacent study, or downstairs in the living room, or maybe taking a shower.

Lu Zhishi leaned on the balcony railing for a while. Then, an idea struck him, and he took a photo of the night sky.

After a few taps on his phone, he hit send. He glanced once more toward the Chi family's house, then closed the balcony's glass door and returned to his room.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoxing's avatar among the likes, Lu Zhishi suddenly remembered his strategist and quickly dialed him.

"My dear beloved strategist, how are you doing?"

"Thanks for calling, Six Cheese, the one who ditches his friends. I'm doing great."

"Six Cheese, the friend-forgetting traitor, extends his sincerest apologies."

"For driving practice tomorrow, bring an ice-cold watermelon, and I'll forgive you."

"No problem, I'll remember to bring a spoon, my wise strategist."

After this serious exchange, the two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

"You have no idea—this evening, because I was bundled up too much and looked a bit suspicious, your family's bodyguards mistook me for a shady character and arrested me."

"No wonder my strategist disappeared," Lu Zhishi couldn't help but laugh. "They didn't give you a hard time, did they?"

"No, they saw my face and even apologized to me," Zhao Xiaoxing said. "Your family's bodyguards are very dedicated."

"Of course," Lu Zhishi gave a thumbs-up. "Our family's bodyguard uncle is top-notch; you feel completely safe with him."

Zhao Xiaoxing lay on his bed, shifted positions, and asked:

"What are you doing calling me? Where's your boyfriend? Shouldn't you two be all lovey-dovey right after getting together?"

"No idea where he is, probably still busy." Lu Zhishi rubbed his face, his eyes bright and clear. Holding his phone, he couldn't help but giggle. "I feel too embarrassed to message him."

Zhao Xiaoxing laughed. "He's your boyfriend, what's there to be embarrassed about? Do whatever you want."

My strategist had a point.

After chatting with Zhao Xiaoxing for half an hour, Lu Zhishi hung up and typed into the chat window labeled "Baby Chi Chen."

He typed and deleted, hesitating for a long time before finally sending a message to Chi Chen.

He hadn't slept at all last night, only got a few hours of sleep in the morning, and didn't nap at noon. Lying in bed now, waiting for a reply, Lu Zhishi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

His last conscious act was to pull the covers over his stomach before falling soundly asleep.

Detecting the owner's long, steady breathing, the room's smart system automatically turned off the lights, switched on the night light, closed the curtains, and adjusted the indoor temperature to sleep mode.

Chi Chen emerged from the study a little after 10 p.m. Chi Yuehang and Bai Yansheng were still inside discussing matters.

Returning to his room, he glanced toward the balcony—the lights were off, Lu Zhishi was asleep.

Chi Chen took out his phone. A message from the contact labeled "Baby Cheese" popped up. He opened it.

Baby Cheese: "Good night, boyfriend~"

Chi Chen's lips curved into a smile. His fingers tapped lightly on the screen a few times, then he hit send.

Putting down his phone, he picked up a spray bottle and gently misted the black tea roses in the vase by his bed.

The roses looked even more vibrant and dewy.

He also sprayed a bit of plant food on the cactus next to the bouquet. Chi Chen picked up his phone again and looked at the dialog box.

He tapped absently and randomly on the screen—checking the contact name, the avatar, the chat background. His mind wandered.

When he came back to his senses, the screen showed Lu Zhishi's Moments. A new photo had been posted at 9:30 p.m.

Chi Chen looked at the caption for the photo.

He tapped the like button, then posted a photo of his own with only half a caption.

Within just half a minute of posting, likes and comments kept pouring in, pinging incessantly.

Chi Chen turned off his phone, went to wash up, did a rare evening skincare routine, and went to bed early.

Having gone to bed relatively early the night before, Lu Zhishi woke up feeling clear-headed and refreshed. The first thing he did was check his phone. His Baby Chi Chen had replied.

Baby Chi Chen: "Good night, boyfriend~"

A simple sentence, but in the dialog box, both sides had sent the same message, which felt inexplicably sweet.

Especially that little tilde.

There was also a message from 6 a.m.

Baby Chi Chen: "Good morning, boyfriend."

Lu Zhishi's heart raced, his lips unconsciously curling into a wide smile. Pink bubbles seemed to float above his head.

Baby Cheese: "Second day of dating, missing you, missing you, Baby Chi Chen." A reply came almost instantly from Chi Chen. After reading it, Lu Zhishi's cheeks flushed hot.

Baby Chi Chen: "Dear 'Baby Cheese,' I miss you too."

Baby Chi Chen: "[Cat giving flowers sticker]"

Lu Zhishi couldn't help but grin, showing all his teeth.

He called me "dear," and he called me "Baby Cheese"!

And this sticker—no telling where he stole it from.

Just imagining Chi Chen typing on his phone with a deadpan expression while sending him this cute sticker made Lu Zhishi laugh.

Baby Chi Chen: "Are you having lunch at the driving course? I ordered lunch for you, make sure to eat on time."

Baby Chi Chen: "See you this afternoon."

Now that's more like Chi Chen’s usual style.

Lu Zhishi nodded.

Chi Chen wasn’t one for sweet talk; he expressed his feelings through actions, and that had always been the case since they were young.

He rarely said anything overly sweet, but whatever Lu Zhishi wanted, he’d quietly get it and put it right in front of him.

Thoughtful, considerate, quiet, and gentle.

Like now—lunch would definitely be Lu Zhishi's favorite, and there’d be a glass of lemon water or Watermelon Boba.

Chi Chen was at work, so Lu Zhishi didn’t want to bother him too much. After replying with a couple of messages, he exited the chat.

There were too many red dots on his Moments feed, and Lu Zhishi, being slightly OCD, went in to clear them.

After clearing them, he scrolled down a bit and noticed a familiar avatar flash by, so he scrolled back up.

Lu Zhishi leaned closer to the screen, his eyes widening slightly. It really was Chi Chen—he had posted a Moment last night.

It was a photo, not of the moon, but of a starry night.

The caption was simple: "May I be the Stars, and You the Moon."

He remembered the next line was something like… "Shining brightly together every night."

"May I be the Stars, and You the Moon, shining brightly together every night."

It was a love poem.

Lu Zhishi blinked, a grin spreading across his face, his ears burning hot, his head spinning slightly.

"Heh heh heh…"

From washing up and changing, to eating breakfast, and even when he took his e-scooter to pick up Zhao Xiaoxing, Lu Zhishi couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

"Is this what it’s like to be in love?"

"Heh heh heh…"

"The cloying scent of love is everywhere."

"Heh heh heh…"

Zhao Xiaoxing covered his face: "Baby Cheese, you’re so lovestruck you're ditching your friends. Where’s the watermelon?"

"Heh heh heh…"

"Screech—"

Lu Zhishi, still chuckling, suddenly braked and stopped. Holding the handlebars, he turned back and scratched his head apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot the watermelon. Let’s go buy one."

With that, he turned the e-scooter around and zipped off toward the fruit supermarket.

"Tra la la, Tra la la, Tra la la~"

A cheerful, off-key melody drifted along the road, the singer surrounded by a bubble of pink happiness.

Zhao Xiaoxing, who nearly face-planted: "..."

Dude, could you maybe look back at me? I’m about to become a pancake, seriously...

They bought two giant watermelons—one to share between themselves, and the other for the two coaches.

After sampling a spoonful and finding it delicious, Lu Zhishi ordered several watermelons to be delivered to Lu Group, Song Group, Chi Group, and Zhao Group, and even sent one to the hospital.

After a moment’s thought, he also sent a few to the old residence before putting his phone down.

Too bad he didn’t know Zhou Nianjing’s studio address, or he would’ve sent a couple there too.

Lu Zhishi, master of balance, sighed.

His driving practice session went exceptionally smoothly today. Lu Zhishi drove around the practice course by himself, his skills on point, and he recorded a video to send to Chi Chen.

Lunch was Lu Zhishi’s favorite: lemon-braised boneless chicken feet, steamed fish, chilled noodles, and a cup of Watermelon Boba.

Chi Chen was always thoughtful. Zhao Xiaoxing’s lunch was different—he had braised fish, Coca-Cola chicken wings, cold dishes, rice, and a cup of Watermelon Boba.

Lu Zhishi took another photo and sent it to Chi Chen.

On the other end of the screen, Chi Chen first saved the photos and video Lu Zhishi sent to his private album, then replied to his messages one by one.

His replies felt a bit hollow and stiff, so Chi Chen went to Zhao Qiyun’s chat, borrowed some frequently used stickers, and sent them to Lu Zhishi.

Feeling like he didn’t have enough stickers, he pestered Zhao Qiyun to send more.

Zhao Qiyun: ...

Zhao Qiyun put down his chopsticks, forwarded a bunch of stickers he used with Zhou Nianjing to Chi Chen, downloaded a few sets of romance-themed stickers, and sent those over too.

The private practice area had a break room, so Lu Zhishi and Zhao Xiaoxing caught a quick nap before continuing to practice.

They practiced until 4:30 p.m., then headed home on the e-scooter on time. Passing by the supermarket in the villa area, Lu Zhishi stopped to pick up groceries.

After seeing Zhao Xiaoxing home, Lu Zhishi cruised leisurely back to his doorstep, just in time to bump into Chi Chen returning from work.

Lu Zhishi’s eyes lit up, though he grew slightly bashful. He stopped the scooter and stood still, not stepping forward, his ears burning bright red.

"Come here," Chi Chen gestured for him to come closer.

Lu Zhishi went up to him and found himself gently drawn into Chi Chen’s embrace, his cheeks and forehead gently caressed.

"Are you too hot?"

"No, I'm just a little embarrassed."

Lu Zhishi suppressed his shyness and returned the hand squeeze, lifting his head to look into Chi Chen's eyes.

Chi Chen paused briefly, then lowered his head to gently stroke Lu Zhishi's hair and whispered, "Same here."

Lu Zhishi's ears turned even redder. Holding Chi Chen's hand, he couldn't help but lower his head and softly brush his lips against the inside of Chi Chen's wrist.

It was a tender gesture, one only couples would share—and as it happened, they were exactly that.

Chi Chen paused for a moment, not moving, then slid his hand from the back of Lu Zhishi's head down to rest on his nape.

His gaze lingered on Lu Zhishi's lips, tenderly restrained, before he finally lowered his eyes and planted a gentle kiss on the top of Lu Zhishi's head.

"It's hot out—let's head back," Chi Chen said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "I'll come find you a bit later."

Lu Zhishi could feel the touch on his head—so light, yet it made his heart pound wildly.

He wanted to kiss Chi Chen's cheek too, but since they were outside, he held back.

Hearing Chi Chen's words, he asked, "Are you coming over for dinner? I'll cook."

"Mm," Chi Chen replied, a glint of amusement and a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Don't cook—I'll come over and make dinner."

Watching Lu Zhishi enter the house, Chi Chen turned and headed home, going upstairs to wash up.

The Chi family's living room was filled with gift boxes neatly arranged and waiting quietly.

At 5:30 p.m., Song Qinian and Lu Tingan got home from work on time.

Lu Zhiyu arrived a step later—he had gone to buy lychees and grabbed a big bag of snacks too.

Song Qinian: "..."

He glanced at Lu Zhishi beside him.

Lu Zhishi held back a smile, met his gaze, and blinked innocently.

"Has the snack cabinet at home run out?"

"Not yet," Lu Zhishi couldn't hold back a chuckle. "I just felt like trying some new snacks."

Seeing his sly, playful look, Song Qinian found it amusing. "Alright."

Lu Zhishi carried the bag of snacks to the living room and arranged them neatly on the snack shelf. Lu Zhiyu brought over a bowl of washed lychees, set it in front of Lu Tingan, and sat down to take a sip of water.

"Brother Xiao Chen is coming for dinner tonight," Lu Zhishi said as he organized the snack shelf.

Lu Zhiyu held his water glass, lowered his eyes to take a sip of cold water, and casually replied, "Sure, when dinner is ready, invite him over. Remember to invite Uncle Chi and Uncle Bai too."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, Chi Chen, whom they were talking about, had just finished getting ready. Wearing a suit and dress shoes, his attire was quite formal.

After informing Chi Yuehang and Bai Yansheng, Chi Chen picked up the gift boxes prepared in the living room, left the Chi residence, and made his way to the Lu family's gate.

Pausing at the entrance, he took a moment to calm his nerves before stepping inside.

Hearing the noise, all four members of the Lu family turned to look toward the entryway, their movements pausing unconsciously.

"You're here for dinner—what's with all the stuff?"

Lu Zhiyu was the first to react, setting down his water glass and rising from the sofa.

Lu Tingan also stood up, exchanging a glance with Song Qinian, who had just emerged from the kitchen. They had an idea of what was going on.

The scene felt all too familiar—over twenty years ago, Song Qinian had also shown up at the Lu family's door carrying a bunch of gifts.

"Brother Xiao Chen," Lu Zhishi hurried over, his voice cheerful as he met Chi Chen's eyes.

Both of them had a touch of shyness in their expressions.

Chi Chen lowered his head, looked into Lu Zhishi's eyes, and answered softly.

His ears flushed bright red. Lifting his head, Chi Chen greeted Song Qinian and Lu Tingan, who were walking toward him: "Uncle Song, Uncle Lu, Lu Zhiyu."

"It's my first time visiting, so I brought some small gifts. Sorry for the intrusion." By the time he finished speaking, Chi Chen's ears were burning red, and his face, neck, and even his wrists were flushed pink.

The relationship between the two young men was an unspoken understanding between the Lu and Chi families, so everyone had been prepared for it.

But not quite to this extent—things moved quickly, especially since Lu Zhishi had only just turned 18 the day before yesterday.

Song Qinian stepped forward to take the gifts from him, his expression complex. Lu Tingan discreetly pinched his lower back.

Song Qinian's face immediately broke into a smile. "Come in and have a seat."

Lu Tingan led Chi Chen to the living room, appearing cool and collected, while Song Qinian sat beside him.

Lu Zhishi poured a cup of tea for Chi Chen and sat on the opposite sofa, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, his long eyelashes fluttering anxiously, but he couldn't suppress the smile tugging at his lips.

Having watched Chi Chen grow up, Lu Tingan knew him well and didn't probe further.

He simply engaged Chi Chen in casual chat.

It had to be said—Lu Tingan lived up to his reputation as a chameleon-like actor and chairman of the Lu Corporation. Even his simplest remarks were full of traps, shallow ones leading to deeper traps.

Song Qinian chimed in from time to time, smiling warmly and speaking gently, but his questioning was sharper.

Anyone else might have fallen into their traps, but Chi Chen was here with genuine intentions.

He answered every question honestly, holding back nothing.

After a brief conversation, Lu Tingan nodded and went quiet, leaving the living room silent.

Chi Chen pursed his lips. His normally reserved demeanor now showed obvious signs of nervousness.

Lu Zhishi was nervous too, looking back and forth between Lu Tingan, Song Qinian, and Chi Chen.

Just as he was about to say something, Lu Tingan spoke first: "Stay for dinner. Uncle Song and I will cook."

Chi Chen's lips curved slightly, and he unconsciously relaxed a bit. "Thanks for going to the trouble, Uncle Lu, Uncle Song."

Lu Tingan nodded. He and Song Qinian stood up and said to Lu Zhiyu, who was frowning nearby, "Keep Brother Xiao Chen company for a while."

Lu Zhiyu's expression twisted slightly, managing a tight smile. "Got it, Dad."

Watching Lu Tingan and Song Qinian walk toward the kitchen, talking in low voices, Chi Chen abruptly remembered something.

He had come here intending to cook, but he was so nervous earlier that he drew a blank and forgot about it.

He stood up and followed them into the kitchen, rolling up his shirt sleeves to help, but Song Qinian ushered him back to the living room.

Lu Zhiyu watched Chi Chen leave and then watched him being sent back. When Chi Chen sat down again, Lu Zhiyu refilled his teacup, smiling at him.

Chi Chen picked up the teacup and took a small sip, raising his eyes to look at Lu Zhiyu, a smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Brother."

Lu Zhiyu: "..."

Lu Zhiyu’s smiling expression shifted, his smile faded.

He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head a little as he stared straight into Chi Chen’s eyes. "Look, man, look me in the eyes. Do you think this is right?"

His brother just turned eighteen the day before yesterday, and today Chi Chen shows up with gifts, asking to make things official—isn’t that kind of underhanded, bro?

We're like brothers, and you go after my little brother?

Chi Chen lowered his gaze, his long lashes fluttering slightly. He averted his gaze, his eyes drifting to the lower left corner, not daring to meet Lu Zhiyu’s gaze.

Lu Zhishi raised his hand. "Request to speak."

Lu Zhiyu closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and snapped, "Speak."

Lu Zhishi looked at Chi Chen’s delicate and refined profile, puffed out his chest, and said loudly, "I'm the one who chased Chi Chen first."

Lu Zhiyu: "..."

Lu Zhiyu closed his eyes.

"I knew it, Stinky Cheese."

Lu Zhiyu snorted in frustration. "No wonder last night, when there was clearly no moon, you doctored a moon photo and posted it on your WeChat Moments with the caption, 'The moon is so beautiful tonight.'"

One sentence made two people blush and darkened Lu Zhiyu’s expression.

Chi Chen’s ears burned, though his expression remained calm. He poured Lu Zhiyu a cup of tea. "Brother, cool off."

Hearing him call him "brother" repeatedly, Lu Zhiyu’s face contorted further. He bit back a retort.

In the kitchen, Song Qinian, who had been overhearing, raised an eyebrow and said to Lu Tingan beside him, "Our Fat Cheese is something, quite brave. I thought Xiao Chen would be the one to speak up first."

Lu Tingan lowered his head as he washed the eggplants, not looking up, and responded softly, "Mm, he has his father's courage."

Song Qinian paused his vegetable chopping, a light chuckle escaping his lips, his heart warmed.

He tilted his head and gently pecked Lu Tingan’s cheek, his voice gentle, with a hint of shyness. "I love you, Brother."

A faint smile curved Lu Tingan’s lips.

After washing the last eggplant and drying his hands, he cupped Song Qinian’s neck, making him lower his head, and tilted his head to kiss the corner of Song Qinian’s lips.

"I love you too, Song Xiaonian."

Dinner that evening went wonderfully well. The happiest was Lu Zhishi, and the least happy was Lu Zhiyu.

But as Song Qinian said, Chi Chen grew up before everyone’s eyes—they knew him well, his character was upright, his qualities were excellent in every way, and his affection for Lu Zhishi was obvious to all.

Even as an overprotective older brother, Lu Zhiyu couldn’t find fault with Chi Chen. He truly was a good person.

With their relationship now out in the open, Lu Zhishi beamed constantly, no longer hiding his feelings for Chi Chen.

A week later, they found the right opportunity for the two families, the Lus and the Chis, to have a meal together at a hotel, formally making things official.

The grandparents from the Chi and Bai families adored Lu Zhishi, and the elders from the Lu and Song families were very satisfied with Chi Chen. Unless something unexpected happens, a marriage between the two families was inevitable.

But not now—Lu Zhishi was still young. At the very least, he had to finish university before they could discuss it.

Right now, he was busy getting his driver’s license.

To be able to drive his boyfriend home from work in the future, Lu Zhishi took his driving practice seriously. Although he failed the third road test again, he refused to give up.

After a bumpy struggle of taking driving tests, by the time he and Zhao Xiaoxing got their licenses, summer was almost over.

He felt ashamed when he failed, but he was incredibly excited when he finally got his license. Lu Zhishi rushed straight to the underground garage, gazing longingly at rows upon rows of luxury cars.

He looked at this one, then that one, but none seemed quite right. He wanted to drive the same model as Chi Chen—matching his and hers cars. Unfortunately, Chi Chen’s car was a limited edition, and it was no longer available.

Lu Zhishi sighed. Unable to decide on his own, he went to his two dads for help picking one out.

Song Qinian, genuinely worried about his driving skills, picked out a Porsche with high safety ratings for him, telling him to keep practicing before driving it.

On the afternoon of the day he got his license, Lu Zhishi happily went to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of black tea roses, then drove to the Chi Group to pick Chi Chen up after work.

He rarely went there—it had been ages since his last visit—but since he’d been there a few times before, the employees at the Chi Group mostly recognized him.

After registering at the front desk, Lu Zhishi took the elevator straight to Chi Chen’s office, holding the bouquet.

The receptionist was relatively new, having joined in recent years, and since Lu Zhishi’s information wasn’t public, she didn’t recognize him. She asked her more experienced colleague beside her:

"Sister Liu, do you know that gentleman? He just went up to CEO Chi’s office holding flowers."

Sister Liu was much calmer. "Isn’t it obvious? You said it yourself—he went to CEO Chi’s office with flowers. He’s CEO Chi’s boyfriend, the young master of the Lu Group. He’s come to see CEO Chi before."

"Ah?" The receptionist was a bit confused. "What’s obvious about it?"

"Haven’t people in the company been saying? CEO Chi has had a cheesecake ornament on his desk for years, and the young son of Movie Star Lu is called Fat Cheese."

Sister Liu added, "That might not be conclusive, but not long ago, there were rumors that CEO Chi had a boyfriend, and it was the young master of the Lu Group."

The receptionist finally understood. "Oh, really."

The subject of their discussion was sitting in the CEO’s office, waiting for Chi Chen to finish his meeting so he could surprise him.

Though it might not be much of a surprise anymore, since Chi Chen already knew he was there and had even asked his secretary to prepare afternoon tea for him.

Lu Zhishi ate two small cakes to fill his stomach, downed half his juice in one go, and hid from the office surveillance to let out a burp.

Knowing Lu Zhishi was in the office, Chi Chen without expression flipped through documents and continued the meeting, though he couldn’t help glancing at his watch from time to time.

Each time he looked, the pace of his long, pale fingers tapping on the conference table quickened.

Though his expression remained unreadable, a closer look would reveal a hint of impatience in Chi Chen’s eyes.

Perhaps sensing the tense atmosphere around him, the meeting unconsciously sped up, ending half an hour earlier than scheduled.

Chi Chen left the conference room and headed to his office while instructing his secretary to rearrange his work schedule.

The subtext was clear: he was leaving early today and would work overtime later tonight. In the meantime, work was not to interfere with his date.

The secretary smiled and said, "Understood, Mr. Chi."

Walking briskly into the office, Chi Chen instinctively glanced toward the lounge area and stopped.

Gently closing the door, he tiptoed over and slowly sank to one knee in front of the long sofa.

Having waited too long, Lu Zhishi grew drowsy and had unintentionally fallen asleep during his nap.

The blanket covering his stomach was Chi Chen's, and the pillow was also Chi Chen's.

Chi Chen leaned in slowly, his gaze sweeping across Lu Zhishi's face before finally resting on his exquisitely beautiful, finely drawn eyebrows and eyes.

He raised his hand, gently smoothing his slightly messy bangs. As he lowered his hand, it hovered mid-air unconsciously, his fingers twitching slightly. In the end, he refrained from touching his cheek, afraid of disturbing his rest.

After a light nap, Lu Zhishi woke up feeling refreshed.

He sat up, stretching and making all sorts of odd movements, occasionally hearing a few satisfying pops from his bones.

Lu Zhishi stood up and stretched again with a big yawn. When he turned around, he saw Chi Chen watching him from behind the desk not far away, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips and a smile in his eyes.

Lu Zhishi: "..."

He closed his eyes, wishing it were just his imagination.