Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 10

A surge of anger instantly flashed through Zhou Shiluo’s eyes. He used all his strength to break free from Yang Jin’s grip and then delivered a fierce punch to his face.

Yang Jin staggered back a few steps and fell onto the bed, while the chair behind him screeched loudly due to the impact.

“You f*cking—” Zhou Shiluo was furious, the veins on his forehead faintly bulging. He gritted his teeth, wanting to curse him out in the harshest way possible, to insult his ancestors for eighteen generations. But in the end, only those three words came out.

Grabbing his jacket, he stormed out.

The door slammed shut with a heavy “bang,” and the room fell into dead silence. Yang Jin remained motionless on the bed in the position he had fallen, staring up at the bright white ceiling light that made it hard to keep his eyes open.

He wasn’t drunk to the point of unconsciousness or slurring nonsense. At first, he was genuinely drunk, but ever since they entered the hotel, he had been completely sober—aware of everything he was doing and every word he had said.

He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light and laughed mockingly at himself, finding his own stupidity ridiculous. Then, he laughed outright, without restraint. The motion tugged at the already swollen side of his face, making him hiss in pain.

But no matter how much it hurt, it seemed nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

On one hand, Zhou Shiluo had climbed into his bed, saying he liked him. On the other, he called him disgusting behind his back, deleted all their contact information, and mocked his feelings as cheap. Now, two years later, they met again, and Zhou Shiluo could still put on that high-and-mighty, detached facade.

Yang Jin had tried to stay far away, yet Zhou Shiluo still clung to him. He knew he was no match for Zhou Shiluo. From the moment they first met, he had already fallen into the trap Zhou Shiluo had carefully laid out for him.

Zhou Shiluo was still fuming when he stepped on the gas and drove home. Even after arriving, his anger hadn’t subsided. He opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and chugged down half of it in one go.

This time, Yang Jin had crossed his bottom line. Two years ago, he had humiliated him once. Now, two years later, he did it again for the same damn reason.

Zhou Shiluo thought he was just being pathetic. He never should have gone looking for Yang Jin in the first place. His anger built up, pressing down on him until he reached his limit. In a fit of impulse, he pulled out his phone, intending to block Yang Jin like he had done two years ago—only to realize that he didn’t even have Yang Jin on WeChat anymore.

All he had was an unsaved phone number.

Forget it.

He tossed his phone onto the bed in frustration, stripped off his clothes, and went to wash up before climbing into bed.

After that night, the two of them didn’t contact each other for half a month.

The chances of running into each other at the same school were already low, let alone the fact that they weren’t even at the same university. Besides, Zhou Shiluo had been deliberately avoiding his old school lately, even reducing how often he met up with his friend Liu Linshen.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of Yang Jin—he just felt like they were clashing too much lately. Like two magnets of the same polarity, the moment they got close, they repelled each other.

In the four-person group chat, Tan Cui and He Lingling were still chatting away happily. Zhou Shiluo figured that for the sake of future gatherings, it was best to avoid conflict with Yang Jin now to prevent any awkwardness among their mutual friends.

If he couldn’t afford to provoke him, he could at least avoid him.

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On Thursday morning, during the last class before lunch, Zhou Shiluo ended up running overtime.

He rarely ever did that, especially with university students who were already adults. But earlier, a female student had fainted from low bl00d sugar, and he had rushed her to the hospital, delaying the lesson by a few minutes.

That unexpected incident disrupted his teaching schedule, so he had to take a few extra minutes to assign the next week’s PowerPoint project.

As soon as the bell rang, the students instantly perked up as if injected with adrenaline, all eyes locked on the exit, ready to bolt.

Not wanting to hold them up, Zhou Shiluo kept his instructions concise. Just as he was about to say “class dismissed,” students in the front rows had already dashed out the door.

He sighed with amusement, just about to remind the students in the back to take it slow when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Taking it out, he saw a message from a seller confirming that his order had been shipped.

It took him a moment to remember what he had ordered. Oh, right—the bed for the guest room. He hadn’t had time to go pick one out in-store, so he had just ordered a custom one online. The seller had originally said it would take about ten days to ship, but it hadn’t even been a full week yet.

Not bad, he thought.

Just then, a voice called out from the doorway.

“Zhou-ge.”

Zhou Shiluo looked up, slightly startled. His brain took a few seconds to register the familiar yet uncertain name.

And then the question hit him—why is he here?

The lecture hall was now empty, except for him on the podium and the man walking toward him—Jiang Yutang.

Jiang Yutang was dressed in black, the wind messing up his bangs as he tried to smooth them down. He had his usual bright smile on as he spoke first.

“Zhou-ge, your lecture was so captivating. I was completely mesmerized, even from outside the door.”

Zhou Shiluo accepted the flattery without much thought, glancing past him to check if he had come alone. Seeing no one else, he returned his gaze and joked, “Thanks for the compliment. But only half of my students even bother listening.”

Jiang Yutang didn’t seem embarrassed. Instead, he chuckled. “That’s because they don’t know how to appreciate it.”

Zhou Shiluo didn’t pursue the topic further. He closed his book and started tidying up the podium. Then, remembering a joke from a recent dinner conversation, he smiled and asked, “So, are you here at the Art Department today to ‘accidentally’ run into your true love?”

Jiang Yutang grinned sheepishly, scratching his head. “Half and half.”

Then he admitted, “Actually, I came to find you.”

“Me?” Zhou Shiluo raised an eyebrow, surprised.

His first thought was—this guy is pretty forward.

Jiang Yutang seemed to have expected Zhou Shiluo’s reluctance, so he immediately launched into a well-prepared speech.

Starting from how he had never had friends as a kid, never celebrated a birthday, never even had a proper cake—he kept going until Zhou Shiluo started feeling like if he didn’t agree, he’d be some heartless, cold-blooded beast with no compassion.

Once that idea crept into his mind, his principles wavered slightly.

As a kid, Zhou Shiluo had a terrible temper, but deep down, he had always been soft-hearted. Just like how he’d pretend to ignore stray cats and dogs, only to secretly buy them the best food he could afford.

But growing up, he had seen and heard too much, and his heart had toughened over time.

Jiang Yutang, with his expectant puppy-like gaze, smiled and pleaded, “Zhou-ge, please come. It’s my first proper birthday celebration. Just for a bit? I promise I won’t make you drink.”

Zhou Shiluo hesitated. Yang Jin would definitely be there, and with their current tension, meeting again didn’t seem ideal.

But Jiang Yutang quickly added, “If you get bored, you can leave early.”

With that, refusing would seem petty.

Zhou Shiluo sighed, shaking his head. This guy should’ve studied psychology, not software engineering.

Finally, he asked, “What time? And where?“