Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 16

Zhou Shiluo hadn’t expected his actions to make Yang Jin misunderstand, but he didn’t rush to explain. Instead, he followed Yang Jin’s words and asked back, “What about you guys?”

Yang Jin raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to why the topic had suddenly shifted to him—and why it had become “you guys.” However, he quickly concluded that this was just Zhou Shiluo’s way of diverting attention after getting caught with a secret he didn’t want to admit.

He repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable clearly, his tone carrying a faint hint of mockery. “Me? Us?”

“I heard something in the restroom.” Zhou Shiluo didn’t continue circling around the topic and got straight to the point with Yang Jin.

A fleeting look of confusion crossed Yang Jin’s face. He remained silent, pulling a cigarette from the pack and placing it between his lips.

With a soft click, a weak flame flickered from the lighter, attempting to illuminate the dim surroundings. Yang Jin looked up through the light and glanced at the person standing before him, the smirk on his lips deepening. He took a drag and asked nonchalantly, “What did you hear?”

Zhou Shiluo really disliked Yang Jin’s careless attitude. He frowned in frustration, reached out, snatched the cigarette from Yang Jin’s mouth, and tossed it to the ground. Without hesitation, he stomped it out with his shoe, then bent down to pick it up and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Yang Jin watched indifferently, not angered by the action.

“Jiang Yutang,” Zhou Shiluo paused, organizing his thoughts and carefully choosing his words so they wouldn’t come across as too blunt. “Is he… entangled with some girl?”

Zhou Shiluo noticed Yang Jin’s obvious moment of hesitation. He wasn’t sure if Yang Jin was genuinely shocked that he had found out or if he was just confused as to why the topic had suddenly shifted to Jiang Yutang.

However, Yang Jin acted as if he truly didn’t understand. He narrowed his eyes and responded with apparent confusion, “What girl?”

Zhou Shiluo had already expected this response before he even asked. He didn’t count on Yang Jin telling him the truth, but since he had already started, he had to finish. “Sometimes, the advice you give to your friends not only harms them but can also harm yourself.”

He tried his best to lead Yang Jin to realization step by step, hoping that the man would reflect on his actions and understand right from wrong. “Girls should be protected. No matter whether it’s emotional entanglements or other matters, you can’t act against principles due to selfish desires, nor can you do anything morally corrupt or legally prohibited…”

“So, what exactly are you trying to say?” Yang Jin interrupted him coldly, his face darkening.

For a moment, the two fell into a long silence, broken only by the distant honking of a passing car, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

Zhou Shiluo’s expression was serious and focused. “Drugging someone is illegal.”

Yang Jin was sharp. He quickly connected the dots and understood what Zhou Shiluo was implying. Clenching his teeth, his voice was low and laced with disbelief and cold anger. “You think I told Jiang Yutang to drug a girl?”

Yang Jin’s reaction was one of genuine shock—it didn’t seem like an act. Zhou Shiluo hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had truly misunderstood.

Still uneasy, Zhou Shiluo asked for confirmation, “So it didn’t happen?”

Yang Jin’s expression changed instantly, as if he had just heard the biggest joke of his life. A fire of rage ignited within him. He clenched his fists, barely restraining himself from grabbing Zhou Shiluo by the collar. His anger reached its peak, and he let out a bitter laugh before cursing, “Are you fucking insane?”

Without another word, Yang Jin turned away, muttered another curse under his breath, and walked off without looking back.

Zhou Shiluo stood there for a long time before finally snapping out of it.

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The rain, which had been held back all day, finally poured down near nightfall, accompanied by a few startling cracks of thunder. Zhou Shiluo slowly drove into the garage and went upstairs.

He stepped out of the elevator and headed straight to his apartment door, pulling out his keys to unlock it. As soon as the door opened, a cold gust of wind rushed at him, making him shiver all over.

Struggling to close the door against the draft, he realized that he had forgotten to shut the window before leaving that morning. He strode toward the guest bedroom.

Some rain had seeped through the window, but fortunately, his new bed remained dry. After closing all the windows, he rolled up his sleeves and started mopping the floor.

Once finished, he was about to take a shower and rest when he suddenly remembered something important. Grabbing an umbrella and a bag of dog food, he rushed downstairs.

There were two small black stray dogs in the neighborhood. Zhou Shiluo had noticed them when he first moved in. No one knew where they came from or if they had been abandoned, but the two little ones were always inseparable.

Feeling sorry for them, Zhou Shiluo often brought dog food or treats to feed them. At first, they were scared of him, but after realizing he meant no harm, they started approaching him for affection.

He had even named them—Dahei (Big Black) for the slightly larger one and Xiaohei (Little Black) for the smaller one.

He had posted adoption listings online before, but they had gone unanswered. Fortunately, Dahei and Xiaohei were gentle and never attacked residents, so the property management hadn’t forcibly removed them.

Braving the wind, Zhou Shiluo held up his umbrella and headed toward the east gate. He had set up a small shelter for them under a tree there, and with the rain pouring so heavily, he figured they were huddled inside for cover.

His heart softened, but at the same time, he felt guilty. He had forgotten to replenish their food yesterday—they must be starving by now.

Picking up his pace, he called out as he neared, “Dahei, Xiaohei.”

But unlike usual, there was no response.

Zhou Shiluo rushed to the shelter. Despite the heavy rain, it was still intact and dry inside. He crouched down, turning on his phone’s flashlight while calling out again, “Dahei?”

His voice caught in his throat as he realized the shelter was empty. He quickly stood up, scanning the area, then searched the nearby bushes, flower beds, and corners.

The rain grew heavier, his umbrella nearly deformed by the wind, and half his body was soaked. He thought maybe the dogs had run off to find another place to hide from the rain.

Finding nothing, he poured some dog food into their bowl, placed it inside the shelter, and fixed his umbrella over the top to prevent the rain from soaking it. Only after triple-checking everything did he finally leave.

By the time he got home, he was drenched from head to toe. Stripping off his clothes, he took a hot shower before collapsing onto his bed.

As soon as he had time to relax, his mind returned to Yang Jin. He trusted his own judgment—Yang Jin’s reaction didn’t seem like someone who knew about the incident. But the conversation between Jiang Yutang and Feng Jiayang had clearly suggested otherwise.

Unable to figure it out, he decided to leave it for tomorrow.

Perhaps because of the rain, Zhou Shiluo slept fitfully, waking several times during the night. When he finally opened his eyes, the rain had stopped, and golden sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains.

Still groggy, he grabbed his phone from under his pillow and squinted at the screen. The time shocked him—it was nearly noon. His phone buzzed repeatedly, suggesting he had been added to yet another group chat.

He ignored it and ordered food first before checking WeChat.

The group name, “Xiangqi North Community Group 2,” took him a moment to recall—it was his neighborhood’s chat.

Normally quiet, the chat was unusually active today. Curious, he scrolled through the messages, his expression darkening as he read on.

Then, he saw a picture—and his hand froze.

His brain buzzed into silence.

The image showed Dahei and Xiaohei lying side by side, their tongues sticking out, pupils dilated, and limbs stiff.

Beneath the image, a message read:

“This is absolutely despicable. I never thought our neighborhood would have someone poisoning stray dogs. Please, everyone, help find the sick bastard responsible.”