—Mm

Xing Yan: So goodnight?

Qin Fang: Night

The teenage Jian Muyang now texted in this style. When Qin Fang finished checking the homework and picked up the phone to look, he instantly laughed. He usually didn't talk to Xing Yan in this tone, so Xing Yan on the other end was probably baffled.

Qin Fang rubbed his head and sent: Hahaha, just now it was Yangyang who replied. You go ahead, be safe.

Xing Yan replied instantly, very quickly: I thought you were unhappy. I was still scrolling back through the chat history and hadn't found where the problem was.

Qin Fang: Hahaha no no.

Xing Yan: You scared me.

Qin Fang: When I'm unhappy, I'd probably say it directly. Don't be afraid, plus I have such a good temper, right?

Xing Yan: Mm hmm.

Even now, every time Qin Fang saw Xing Yan's "Mm hmm", he just wanted to laugh. Xing Yan really tried hard to change his persona. Qin Fang sent an emoji of sending love.

Xing Yan didn't have any emojis on his phone at all, so at times like this he didn't know how to respond.

Later he could only ask: Where to find emojis?

Qin Fang: Hahaha, don't force yourself, Cutie Xing.

From the time they met in person until now, a month's time, the style had already become like this. Chatting and flirting every day, they had turned into two childish kids.

The impulse of young people was still there. Sometimes when chatting, they would go overboard. When they flirted too much, they would get carried away, and when carried away, they had to say some things that crossed the line.

Xing Yan went to take a shower and told Qin Fang when he was done. It was already late at night on his side. Qin Fang had just gotten home from the office and was about to sleep for a bit.

Xing Yan said: Done showering.

Qin Fang: Send a photo and let me see.

Xing Yan: Are you serious?

Qin Fang replied with a smile: If I'm serious, will you take one?

Xing Yan: No, I look ugly now.

Those few words suddenly pierced Qin Fang's heart, making it ache.

Qin Fang: Not ugly.

Xing Yan didn't say anything for a long time. Qin Fang said: Yan-ge is the best.

Xing Yan still didn't respond. Qin Fang's heart ached and was about to find something to say, when Xing Yan suddenly sent a photo over. After seeing it, Qin Fang felt his eyes getting hot, and instantly had an indescribable reaction starting to rise.

Xing Yan had taken a photo of his legs.

He definitely wouldn't take a photo of his upper body. Xing Yan was a bit self-conscious about the scars on his body. His legs were just too beautiful.

He was wearing a pair of shorts for sleeping. He took the photo while sitting on the bed. On the black checkered bedsheet were two long, white legs, bent in a casual pose.

Qin Fang was stunned just from looking, and before he could save it, Xing Yan had already withdrawn it.

Qin Fang exploded: Why did you withdraw it?

Xing Yan didn't say anything.

Qin Fang: Send it to me.

Xing Yan: Not sending it anymore, you already saw it.

Qin Fang: Hurry up.

One photo made Qin Fang's blood boil. After being celibate for over a year, one photo could instantly make one recall many scenes that had happened with those legs before.

Xing Yan: I'm embarrassed.

In Qin Fang's mind, it was like a little movie playing scenes from the past, unstoppable now. Later, he directly sent Xing Yan a voice message in a hoarse voice, with only two words—

"I'm hard."

His voice already carried too much emotion. When he said those two words in a flat tone, his voice could directly burn one's ears.

Xing Yan also sent him a voice message after that, not saying anything, just lightly blowing air towards the microphone.

If their relationship was a bit clearer now, Qin Fang might have directly video called him, or at least voice called if not video. But now he could only endure it, enduring until his lips were parched.

Xing Yan still sent the photo back later, sending three photos, one of which was in a different pose.

Qin Fang saved the pictures immediately.

Qin Fang: I've saved the pictures, you can withdraw them.

Xing Yan: Not withdrawing them, letting you look.

Qin Fang was still deliberating whether to take a photo of his abs or something to send over, but then felt that what they were doing was really too gay.

Just now he found it strange that Xing Yan withdrew the photo, but now that it was his turn, he also felt that sending a photo over was indeed embarrassing, making him flustered.

While he was still hesitating, Xing Yan's message came again.

Just a simple sentence, but carrying surging emotions.

—I miss you, Xingxing.