awkward

Ye Mu kept walking forward without hesitation or turning back.

After passing another corner and losing sight of the coffee shop, he lowered his eyes and stopped slowly.

His bangs covered his forehead, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He didn't delete Gu Huai's wechat account from last time. In the past month, he has been paying close attention to the dynamics of Moments almost every day.

He knew that they had traveled to the Maldives, where they went swimming, where they ate, and that they had been together recently.

He hated looking at those pictures, but he forced himself to look at them every day.

He wanted himself to know how happy and fulfilled Yan Chen had been after he had Gu Huai, and how insignificant his sacrifices over the years were.

He didn't allow himself to repeat the same mistakes, and he didn't allow himself to keep those redundant emotions.

But just now, no matter how disdainful and indifferent he was pretending on the outside, he deceived Yan Chen and everyone, but he still couldn't deceive himself.

He still loves this man.

Yan Chen still likes to frown as before, this habit makes him baptize faint fine lines, and also adds more charm of a mature man.

During this meeting, he seemed to be more addicted to cigarettes, and his body was a little thinner.

Ye Mu could see all the changes on his body, including the slightly yellower fingertips than before, with just a few glances.

As before, he still has Yan Chen's seat in his heart, although it is not so important, but it is still far away from being worn out.

Damn it! Damn it!

When will he completely forget this person!

Ye Mu raised his hand and slapped himself twice, biting his lip fiercely, almost bursting.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket was ringing again, urging him to return to the company as soon as possible, but he kept his head down and ignored it.

Not long after, a broad shadow of a man appeared above him.

Ye Mu was startled for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he realized that Yan Chen had walked in front of him at some point, and was staring at him intently from a very close distance.

"I didn't know you still had the habit of self-torture?" The man's voice was low, with a hint of ridicule, but also the precipitation of these years.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to caress Ye Mu's cheek, and stroked it carefully.

Ye Mu frowned, slapped his hand away with a "snap", turned sideways and wanted to leave.

Yan Chen took a step forward, narrowed the space between the two of them a bit, and wrapped him in his arms.

Ye Mu got annoyed, and said in a low voice, "Go away!"

Yan Chen half-closed his eyes, pinched his chin with his slender white fingers, bowed his head and kissed him.

This kiss was very short and shallow, but very delicate, without any passion and desire, it was something the two of them had never had before.

Ye Mu's brain went blank for a short time, and when he reacted and wanted to resist, the other party had stepped back and let him go.

Yan Chen stood in front of him, lowered his extremely handsome eyes, and said in a low voice, "Have you missed me recently?"

Ye Mu looked at her coldly, his delicate face seemed to be carved out of thin ice, he was silent for a while, and spat at him, "Crazy!"

Yan Chen's deep eyes showed a hint of seriousness, "Answer me."

Ye Mu ignored him, walked around him sideways, and left with a blank expression.

The alley was quiet, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared.

Yan Chen didn't catch up, and leaned against the wall with his head lowered against the light, his dark eyes were full of complexity.

After standing in this position for a few minutes, he took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, lit a cigarette and smoked.

The curling white mist and smoke rings blurred his angular outline, and his long and narrow eyes were half-closed by the smoke.

The tobacco burned quickly and disappeared in a short while. Yan Chen pinched off the cigarette butt, took another one out of the cigarette case, lit it and took a deep puff.

The choking smell of smoke circled around in his lungs several times, and it seemed to be burning, but he didn't spit it out after being stuffy for a long time.

In his junior year, Ye Mu was a habitual smoker. He persuaded him to quit smoking, saying that smoking was a kind of harm, but the other party smoked more fiercely every time, and he never got tired of it.

After many years, he never thought that he would be so addicted to cigarettes one day...