You don't know what you did.
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Xiao Wen drove them to the high-end apartment Pei Tingsong had been renting outside this whole time. Fang Juexia looked out the window, and calculated that they had already known each other for more than two years, but he had never gone to the place where Pei Tingsong lived. Their interactions had only taken place at either the company or during activities, and even when at work, he had displayed an extremely indifferent attitude towards Pei Tingsong, pretending that he simply didn't exist, that no such person existed in his eyes.
They had actually managed to maintain such a mutually strained tolerance for a whole two years.
"We're here."
Fang Juexia made a sound of acknowledgement, opened the car door, and got out first. However, for some reason, Pei Tingsong didn't follow him out. Seeing him behave like this, Fang Juexia bent down and looked inside the car. "Pei Tingsong, we're here."
Pei Tingsong raised his head, shook his head once more, and then slowly climbed out of the car. As he got out of the car, his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell against Fang Juexia just like an uprooted tree.
It was probably the alcohol was kicking in again, and Fang Juexia felt that right now, Pei Tingsong was even more seriously drunk than before.
"Hey, slow down a bit. Weren't you talking smoothly just now?" Fang Juexia reached out to steady him and called to Xiao Wen for help. The two people helped him to the ground floor of the apartment complex. The lock at the entrance here used facial recognition, but Pei Tingsong seemed to be sleepy, and it seemed that he couldn't open his eyes. Xiao Wen threw him bodily against Fang Juexia, then pried open Pei Tingsong's eyelids with both of his hands, and tried to force him to face the camera so that it would recognize him.
"It hurts." Pei Tingsong's 'Young Master' temper was aroused, and with a slap, he pushed Xiao Wen away. Fang Juexia had no way left other than to coax him, "You look here for a second, we can only go up after it recognizes you."
After listening to this, Pei Tingsong turned to face Fang Juexia and even blinked.
"Not at me." Fang Juexia turned his face to the right with his hand and aimed it at the camera, instructing, "Look here."
After spending a lot of effort over a long period of time, they finally managed to get upstairs. To Fang Juexia's surprise, Pei Tingsong's apartment was much simpler than he had imagined. He had thought that a child like him, one who came from such a well-off family and lived by himself, would live in that kind of high-rise mansion with hundreds of square meters. Reality proved that he was not as extravagant as that. The apartment was indeed beautiful, with floor-to-ceiling windows in the two bedrooms and two living rooms, but the furniture was very sparse, and the living room was almost empty except for a sofa.
It totally didn't look like a home.
"Juexia, you just stay here together with him today ba. This is the change of clothing and toiletries I brought from the dormitory for you. Originally, they were for you to use while at the hotel, but now, it's perfect, you can still use them here too," said Xiao Wen as he anxiously helped Pei Tingsong to the sofa and sat him down. He checked the time and then added, "I still need to send Lu Yuan to the airport in a bit."
"Is he going to record a show?"
"Yes ah. I'm going to be late, so I'll leave now."
Fang Juexia sent him to the door and said, "Drive carefully."
Upon closing the door, only the two of them were now present in the apartment. Fang Juexia changed his shoes for slippers, took out another pair of slippers, went to the sofa, and put them on the ground. "You change your shoes, too."
Pei Tingsong let out an "en". He kicked off his shoes and also took off his coat at the same time. "It's so hot." With one hand, he dragged his innermost black sweater off his body, threw it on the sofa, and now, with his upper body completely bare, leaned back against the sofa.
His skin was usually pale, but after drinking, it was suffused with red.
"You'll catch a cold." Fang Juexia sighed and brought his coat over to cover him. As soon as he covered him, Pei Tingsong pulled it aside. "It's really hot."
"It's hot while wearing the sweater, but wearing the coat won't make you feel that hot." Fang Juexia pulled him up, helped him put on the coat, and zipped it up. However, Pei Tingsong made a last stubborn move of his own by moving his hand and pulling the zipper all the way down to reveal his abdominal muscles.
Fang Juexia looked at his figure and thought it was strange. When exactly had Pei Tingsong managed to get fit? He had muscular abs, muscular pecs, and even a mermaid line right under his abs. Fang Juexia danced every day, and yet all he had were only the abs.
"You're looking at me." Pei Tingsong tilted his head and blinked at Fang Juexia.
"No," Fang Juexia stood up and said, "You rest for a bit here, I'll go to wash up first."
The bathroom, on the other hand, was very big. Fang Juexia couldn't really rest easy with a drunk outside, so he could only take a quick shower, wash himself quickly, and then exit the bathroom in the shortest amount of time. He considered washing the clothes he had worn today, even though he had been wearing the clothes provided by the show's stylist group the entire time they had been filming.
Tidy things up first ba. Fang Juexia picked up his coat and shook it out. A piece of paper fell out of it and drifted onto Fang Juexia's slippers.
He stooped to pick it up, glanced at it, and then stuffed it into the pocket of his pajamas.
"I'm done with the bathroom." He wiped at his hair and came out, only to find that Pei Tingsong, who had just been on the sofa, was now standing upright, and had pasted both of his hands against the floor-to-ceiling window, seeming as if he was looking out at something.
Fang Juexia walked over and asked, "Have you sobered up? Go wash up and go to bed early ba."
Pei Tingsong leaned against the window and nodded, then turned and walked towards the bathroom. Fang Juexia was a little worried and reached out a hand to help steady him, but Pei Tingsong refused it. The tall man, who was nearly 1.9 m, staggered around while walking forward. Fang Juexia, who was watching this, was nearly living in terror, afraid that this person would fall to the ground with his next step.
However, it seemed that he was worrying too much for no reason. Only after he heard the sound of the bathroom door closing did Fang Juexia feel relieved. He walked around the empty living room and suddenly thought of the problem of how they would sleep that night.
Fortunately, there were two rooms.
However, this idea soon proved to just be his naive hypothesis. There were indeed two rooms in the apartment, but there was only one bed. The other bedroom had been turned into a study, with two large bookcases, a desk that doubled as a working station, as well as a guitar, keyboard, and other musical instruments.
"What to do…" Fang Juexia had a headache about where he was supposed to sleep tonight, but he also couldn't help walking into that room. This study contained the most vitality in this apartment.
No, not vitality. Fang Juexia dismissed this judgment of his in his heart and then revised it.
It was full of Pei Tingsong.
He walked in, and realized that the room was filled with the smell of paper books. It was very intriguing; it was plainly a cold city night, but here, he could feel the warm breath of the sun as it dried the pages. There was a mess on the desk, with open books, a thick stack of papers, and various notes spread across it, along with a very brightly colored note propped in front of the lamp with a few big words on it—Please don't clean up here.
Fang Juexia couldn't help it as the corners of his mouth drew up. He guessed that this apartment should have a cleaning auntie who cleaned it up regularly, otherwise, this young master, who couldn't even make a bed, probably wouldn't be able to even keep himself neat and tidy. Just looking at this little note, he could imagine the various scenes— of Pei Tingsong defending his messy desk to death, of him writing out his requirements in a way that clearly showed he had translated them first from English, of him saying 'please' out loud.
His desk was padded with a piece of paper on which he wrote and drew. There were many repeated words on it, as if he had been practicing calligraphy. Fang Juexia felt a little affectionate towards it; it was just like some scratch paper for literature lovers.
He sat down to identify what had been written on the paper; it consisted mostly of signatures of Pei Tingsong's name, along with some scrawled English.
Some of the words were very interesting and attracted Fang Juexia's attention.
[the taste of coffee is coffee-colored, and the taste of cream is soft white.
add ice, the taste of ice is transparent and colorless.
after drinking, cold air cuts the throat.
ice is a diamond lying in the throat.]
His mind always seemed to be full of fantastic ideas, like a heavenly steed soaring through the skies, while simultaneously being completely unpredictable. Fang Juexia opened up a book and wanted to continue reading, but unexpectedly, that book accidentally fell on the floor. He hurried to pick it up and found a photo that had fallen onto the floor as well, and it seemed to have fallen out of the book.
In the center of the photo was an old man in a wheelchair, who was wearing a pair of bifocals and had a kind smile. Crouching by the side of the wheelchair was a 13 or 14-year-old, who was hugging a newly born puppy in his arms. He was smiling so widely that his eyes had become curved crescents, and he was full of youthful spirit.
Pei Tingsong was like a cactus seedling when he was a child; even his thorns were soft. Actually, you couldn't even call them thorns, they were like the rays of light that peeked through the clouds.
Fang Juexia placed the photo back into the book, stood up, and suddenly realized that a lot of time had passed since Pei Tingsong had entered the bathroom, but there had been no signs of any sound from that direction at all.
He couldn't help but worry; even though it looked like Pei Tingsong seemed to possess all his mental facilities, he had really drank a lot of alcohol. Besides, last time, when he had gotten drunk to the extent of becoming a completely-falling-over drunk, it had been Pei Tingsong who had taken care of him from the beginning to the end, so he needed to return his kindness.
There was no movement from the bathroom, and not even the sound of a shower emerged from it. Some bad possibilities appeared in Fang Juexia's mind.
It couldn't be that he had fainted ba?
Right, you couldn't just casually take a bath after drinking!
Thinking of this, Fang Juexia rammed himself against the bathroom door. Unexpectedly, the bathroom door wasn't locked at all, and had just been closed superficially. Ramming into it the way he did, he ended up falling to the floor and almost couldn't get up.
"...really hurts."
Fang Juexia frowned and raised his arms. Looking inside, he found that Pei Tingsong was actually taking a bath.
Bathing was even more dangerous in such a state! Fang Juexia didn't even have time to care about the pain coursing through his body, and he ran barefoot towards the innermost bathtub. Pei Tingsong's head was resting against the bathtub, his eyes were closed, and he was completely motionless.
"Hey, Pei Tingsong, wake up." He patted Pei Tingsong's face, and only after seeing the other party slowly open his eyes did his heart, that was nearly beating out of his chest, stabilize a bit.
News headlines about the sudden death of a member of a boy-band trending on the social network sites had just leaped to the forefront of his mind.
Pei Tingsong's eyelashes were covered in moist water vapor, and he blinked twice, slowly, before finally focusing on Fang Juexia's face. The corners of his mouth quirked up, and he smiled as he raised his hand to cover Fang Juexia's whole face with his palm.
"What are you doing…" Fang Juexia held his hand and pulled at his arm, wanting him to sit up. "Quickly come out, you can't take a bath when you are drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Pei Tingsong's enunciation was much slower than usual. In order to prove that he was not drunk, he actually held onto the edge of the bathtub and stood up.
Fang Juexia had been crouched beside the bathtub, and Pei Tingsong caught him off guard by standing up so suddenly, so he hurriedly turned his head away. He didn't know what was wrong with him; everything the other party had, he did as well, so if he did see something, it wouldn't count as anything.
But his heart told him, clearly, that there was something.
"You really…" Fang Juexia was tongue-tied for a moment, so he could only get up, pull down a bath towel, and wrap Pei Tingsong up with his head turned to the side. "Don't move."
"You're so…fierce ah." Pei Tingsong talked slowly. He didn't sound as grumpy and sharp as usual, and even sounded as if he had been a little wronged.
"You're the one who didn't listen first." Fang Juexia finished wrapping him up in a bath towel and took his arm as he led him to the bedroom. "Be careful, don't run into things."
Pei Tingsong said slowly, "….I—I'm not stupid."
After expending great effort, Fang Juexia finally got Pei Tingsong next to the bed. He then took a breath, helped him lie down, and said just to deal with him, "Yes, you are the smartest."
Who would have known that in the next moment, he would be dragged down by Pei Tingsong and completely pulled right against this person's body?
The distance between them shrank suddenly, and even the oxygen around them solidified. Fang Juexia held his breath and stared at the person directly under him.
His brain was completely blank, unable to give any effective emergency instructions.
Pei Tingsong suddenly laughed, with his white teeth flashing, while his eyes were full of Fang Juexia.
"You finally praised me."
He said this slowly, as his arm slung across the back of Fang Juexia's waist.
Fang Juexia was stunned; he had never expected Pei Tingsong to say something like this. He was clearly the most arrogant child in the world, born with both innate talent and confidence.
"You…" Fang Juexia wanted to struggle, but ended up being gripped even tighter by Pei Tingsong, so he could only ask in a frank tone, "Do you know who I am? You've drunk too much."
He didn't know what was wrong with this sentence, but Pei Tingsong actually exerted force to turn around his body in order to press Fang Juexia under his body.
"You get up, I'm almost out of breath…"
"I know who you are." Pei Tingsong's bangs hung down, covering his deep eyebrows and eyes halfway. "You are Fang Juexia…"
He was actually clear about that. Fang Juexia frowned and pushed at him with his hand. "Then you get up, don't keep pressing on me."
"You are that damned Fang Juexia…"
Damned—this prefix was really in line with Pei Tingsong's personality. Fang Juexia knew that he had drunk too much and so didn't bother arguing over it. He just wanted to wrap this person up with a quilt, close the door, and then he could go and squeeze himself onto the sofa for a night.
Pei Tingsong was not letting this go at all. He looked as if he was the same as usual, but he still wasn't quite the same. He mumbled a few vague words in English, then lowered his head and leaned it against Fang Juexia's clavicle.
With hot breath being sprayed against his skin, Fang Juexia felt that his chest was being compressed to the point where his heart couldn't even muster up the strength to beat properly. "Yes, I'm Fang Juexia, that damned Fang Juexia. When you're done cursing me out, let me go."
Pei Tingsong was still stuffed against his chest. "You… Do you really admire others?"
Fang Juexia felt this was a rather inexplicable question. "Who?"
"Those people, the screenwriter, Xiqing Ge, and many others…" Pei Tingsong's voice was originally low, but it became even deeper when he was drunk.
Fang Juexia didn't understand why he was suddenly saying things like this, and even less on how it had anything to do with Pei Tingsong. "Yes, they are all very outstanding and very powerful…"
"Am I not outstanding?" Pei Tingsong suddenly raised his head, and his neck was red. "Wasn't I powerful today?"
"You…" Fang Juexia's heart leaped abruptly. "Of course you are also very outstanding, very powerful."
The most powerful was you, both brave and resourceful, managing to entangle all the best players on the scene into the plan you weaved all by yourself.
"But you didn't praise me at all." Pei Tingsong dropped his head again.
Fang Juexia was quite surprised; he hadn't expected Pei Tingsong to be entangled about, or even unhappy with his comments.
During the course of the game, he had marveled over Pei Tingsong's ability more than once, but he didn't know how to say it to him. He could express his praise to others easily, but when faced with Pei Tingsong, it seemed that he would have to muster up a lot of courage just to smile at him.
Fang Juexia himself could not find the reason for why Pei Tingsong received such differential treatment from him.
"Do you still think… think I'm biased against you?" Pei Tingsong lay against his chest. "I said it before, that I misunderstood you previously. I haven't thought that way ever since then…"
He had never thought that Pei Tingsong would be so frank after getting drunk, which made him feel guilty.
Fang Juexia took a deep breath before saying, "I didn't say that. I know you have changed, you said that before."
"But you don't trust me, you-you always hide from me…"
He really did do that, that was right. After two years of maintaining constant mutual exclusion, he couldn't completely get rid of this habit of his within a short time and allow Pei Tingsong to break into his safety zone. Even if he had already dismissed his antipathy towards him, keeping a distance from him had become an ingrained defense mechanism when it came to dealing with Pei Tingsong.
This was so even if he was clear that Pei Tingsong was no longer the Pei Tingsong who had targeted him everywhere in the past. He was no longer overbearing, and even his young and frivolous desire for victory had been used by him as a stepping stone to place at Fang Juexia's feet.
Why was it so hard to give up your heart?
Fang Juexia also wanted to know the answer to that.
"I used to bully you, and I know you disliked me too," Pei Tingsong paused for a bit before defending himself, "But now, I… now I really want to be-to be friends with you. Can't you see that? I'm already-already so obvious about it. You're so good, Fang Juexia. You're so good…"
He kept starting and stopping, talking in a very painstaking manner, but the weight of each of his words was very heavy. One by one, they smashed into Fang Juexia's heart, creating both deep and shallow pits while releasing a sour and astringent juice.
"About being a friend, we can be friends." Fang Juexia held his hand out hesitantly and covered Pei Tingsong's head, which could count as providing some kind of comfort to him. "But I'm not as good as you think I am."
"No," Pei Tingsong raised his head abruptly, and as if thinking hard, started praising, "You're very good, you're really good-looking….you're smart…very good-looking…"
So he was just good-looking? Fang Juexia didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Also, you're kind, you're very cool, right, your attitude towards life is cool, and the way you pursue your dreams is also very cool."
Fang Juexia couldn't help laughing. "Not as cool as you."
Whether Pei Tingsong was copying him or just repeating things, Fang Juexia didn't know, but in short, he kept repeating the words, "Not as cool as you…"
He didn't want to entangle over the question of who was cooler anymore; his hands had already gone numb, and now he just wanted to coax Pei Tingsong up. "I know, you have no prejudices against me now, and you are sorry for what you have done in the past. I forgive you, and I also apologize to you. I used to ignore you and pretend that you didn't exist, I'm sorry."
Pei Tingsong kept lying on his stomach and nodded. "Then-then I forgive you too."
"Alright, then we've forgiven each other. Can you get up now?"
Pei Tingsong could still be counted as being obedient, for he raised up half of his body to make room. Yet, before Fang Juexia could get out from under him, he fell down again. "I have no strength."
God… Fang Juexia was fast running out of ideas.
Drunk Pei Tingsong was really the same as his family's dog. He was sticky, you couldn't get rid of him, and he even had a very hot body temperature.
"I really wanted to have a Gege before…" This time, Pei Tingsong lay his head against Fang Juexia's cheek, and hot air floated over whenever he spoke. Fang Juexia's pores even resonated with the sound waves made when he opened his mouth.
The word "Gege" was originally very simple, but it had been embedded with too many elusive meanings in Pei Tingsong's word games. So now, every time Fang Juexia heard that word, his emotions grew complicated.
Did Pei Tingsong want him to be his Gege?
But he couldn't say this out loud— "You can view me as your Gege."
The person who was pressing on top of him suddenly seemed to realize something, struggled to get up, and then reached out to touch Fang Juexia's waist. Fang Juexia was a little ticklish, so he dodged it and grabbed his hand. "What are you doing? It tickles."
Pei Tingsong, whose hand was caught, blinked in confusion, then looked at Fang Juexia and asked, "Doesn't your waist hurt?"
"We didn't even do anything, so how can my waist hurt?"
As soon as he blurted this out, Fang Juexia regretted it a little. This sentence was just too ambiguous. Fortunately, Pei Tingsong was really drunk right now, otherwise he would definitely make fun of him by using the worst possible tone to mock his unintentional words.
But he didn't expect that Pei Tingsong would instead look completely relieved. "You-you told Senior Brother that your waist hurt, and it was because of dancing… I heard that. I thought it was true, you usually don't deceive people."
Fang Juexia suddenly saw the light; no wonder Pei Tingsong had run over to him at that time and had been so handsy, forcing him into a fight, into almost wrestling together.
It turned out that what he had said at that time was true, and that it was not some kind of implied secret signal. He had really come to confirm whether or not he had a waist injury.
"I'm fine, I'm not hurt."
Pei Tingsong nodded heavily, his hair tumbling down. However, he then thought of something else and methodically said, "But I got hurt." Saying that, he pointed at the corner of his eye.
Fang Juexia wanted to laugh and held onto Pei Tingsong's hand. "It's this side, you're pointing the other way."
"Oh." He rubbed it and then said loudly, "You're right," just like a fool.
Fang Juexia felt that this was too funny, to the extent that he even wanted to record Pei Tingsong's silly and dazed appearance. Anyway, this guy had done the exact same thing to him before.
But forget it, a video wasn't safe, even though they weren't doing anything.
Doing? It seemed that this word "do" was also very ambiguous. It had already, obviously, caused even his own thoughts to be carried off too far.
"There's also this one." At once, Pei Tingsong reached out and brought his hand right in front of Fang Juexia's face. "This also got hurt."
A small scab had already formed on the bite mark on his hand, but it had turned a little red after soaking in the bath, and even the hard scab had now become soft.
Speaking of all this, the injuries at the corner of his eye and the one on his hand were all related to him.
A little guilt welled up in Fang Juexia's heart. "Yes, I was the one who bit you, I'm sorry." In order to show his sincerity, he also reached out and rubbed Pei Tingsong's hand.
"Yes, you were the one who bit me." Pei Tingsong nodded. Fang Juexia had thought this topic was over, but unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong suddenly grasped Fang Juexia's chin in his hand, forced him to raise his head, and then bent down. Fang Juexia was caught completely unprepared by this series of actions.
"Hey!"
Clearly, he had just been so docile, but had suddenly transformed back into a wolf cub.
What was going on?
"What are you doing?"
His sensory system was being attacked.
Everything failed, he could not see or hear anything. He could only feel the soft lips against his throat.
The lips separated.
"I'm going to bite it back."
It wasn't a playful bite, and it wasn't on his hand. It was like a hungry predator biting into his prey's throat, biting so hard that the prey released fresh and warm blood as he waited for his life to drip out little by little, after which it would completely belong to himself.
As Fang Juexia regained his senses, he violently pushed at him and struggled hard, but his actions only seemed to irritate Pei Tingsong even more. In response, Pei Tingsong gripped his forearms, with his two wrists then converging at the top of his head, and he held Fang Juexia down tightly with his broad, bitten hand.
He looked down at Fang Juexia, his gaze travelling from his eyes to the red corners of his eyes, all the way to his unique birthmark. It seemed as if he was scrutinizing his prey currently.
"Pei Tingsong, don't go crazy while you're drunk." Fang Juexia's eyes shifted back to showing stubbornness and fearlessness, which made the delirious Pei Tingsong feel more familiar with him.
"I'm not drunk." Pei Tingsong was also very stubborn. "You know, have you ever seen yourself drunk? I'm completely not…I completely don't count as being drunk."
Yes, but he wasn't that much better.
Anyway, he was going to regret it when he woke up.
There was a dull pain at his neck, and Fang Juexia frowned. He was worried about how he would appear on camera in the next few days and how he would explain this to the others. He was still struggling, twisting his arms and his entire body around at the same time.
Pei Tingsong didn't let go. He was terrifyingly strong, and he frowned. "Fang Juexia, you've made a mess of my bed."
"You let me go. This is uncomfortable."
"I won't."
Pei Tingsong was a little unhappy, and he didn't want to see Fang Juexia's face, so he lowered his head and gasped for breath. Suddenly, he seemed to find something, and his free hand stretched out to scratch at the sheets. His eyesight was blurry, and his head felt faint, so he had to reach out several times just to pick up a small piece of paper.
He squinted and tried to make out the words written on the paper.
But Fang Juexia was faster in seeing the handwritten 'ukulele' facing his side. He suddenly regained his senses; shame haunted him for no good reason, and he wanted to grab this note back, but he couldn't struggle out of Pei Tingsong's grasp.
"Don't move, I can't read clearly…" Pei Tingsong wasn't happy. He repeatedly read the word for a long time. "Who-who copied my handwriting?"
That is your handwriting, fool.
"No, no…" Pei Tingsong's eyebrows suddenly smoothed out as he said, "This is what I wrote, this is what I wrote to Fang Juexia before I committed suicide…"
"Yes," Fang Juexia already had no strength to resist. "These were your posthumous words, alright ba."
Pei Tingsong suddenly laughed, as if particularly happy. "I thought you had thrown it away."
He should have thrown it away; it was just a game prop, and he didn't know why he had kept it.
Fang Juexia wanted to change the topic. He didn't want to talk about this piece of paper any more, and he didn't want to recall the shock he had experienced when he had seen that word.
"How are you like this when you get drunk?"
One second, such a straight-shooter that he made people see stars, and the very next second, he was like a madman who wouldn't let go of anything.
He couldn't even coax him into doing anything.
"What's wrong with me?" Pei Tingsong pinched the piece of paper and frowned slightly. "I'm much better than you, do you know how-how terrible you are when you are drunk? You made me—made me sleep with you…"
These complaints, which he had heard over and over again, still had the ability to make Fang Juexia feel ashamed. "Don't say it, I know, I've apologized to you."
"You don't know." Pei Tingsong interrupted his words and covered his mouth with the small note in his hand, as if he was sticking a seal on it.
Fang Juexia's eyes widened.
"You don't know what you did."
He bent down, and like a beautiful collapsed palace, suddenly fell in front of Fang Juexia's eyes, and in a flash, everything was shaking.
"You kissed me that night, Fang Juexia." Pei Tingsong's voice was very slow and very deep.
Then he kissed him from across the paper.
Fang Juexia's breath stopped suddenly. He was drowning in the ruins; his body couldn't move, and his mind was completely blank.
The next moment, these scattered ruins gathered together again, and drew up little by little while rising into the sky. There was a piece of paper separating him from these skimming kisses, and he thus gained some breathing space.
However, Pei Tingsong, who had been left further away, was dissatisfied with this degree of restoration, so he reached out and ripped off that seal that had only lasted for a moment.
"That's not right, it was like this."
Then, he kissed him for real.