Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 2

To put it bluntly, Yang Jin slept with him when he was dead drunk and unconscious.

He remembered that day—it was the day Yang Jin received his college entrance exam scores. A stunning 692 points. They had celebrated too hard and gotten wasted.

Zhou Shiluo had no recollection of how they ended up in a hotel, nor when their clothes came off. He didn’t even remember feeling any of the so-called pain from his first time—just like that, he was unknowingly taken by someone.

It wasn’t until the next morning, as his consciousness gradually cleared, that he felt an unprecedented soreness in his body. Yang Jin was still sound asleep beside him. Zhou Shiluo’s mind went blank, and then humiliation, anger, and disgust surged through him all at once.

He clenched his fist, about to throw a punch, but at the last moment, he pulled back. In the end, he did nothing. He simply got dressed and left quietly.

Now, two years later, seeing Yang Jin again, he didn’t feel as repulsed as he had imagined. Instead, an inexplicable mix of anger and disappointment arose in him because of Yang Jin’s cold attitude.

He felt pathetic.

Zhou Shiluo stood up Liu Linshen. When the latter pressed him for a reason, he simply replied, “A neighbor’s younger brother.” He didn’t know how else to introduce Yang Jin. After thinking it over, this seemed like the most reasonable way.

He recalled the injury on Yang Jin’s face and, true to the phrase “pathetic,” he chased after him.

He was conflicted—just moments ago, he hadn’t wanted to see Yang Jin, but now he was desperately trying to catch up and ask him questions.

He wanted to know why Yang Jin was at D University. Wasn’t he supposed to have been admitted to B University?

Yang Jin walked fast. After turning a corner, he was gone. Zhou Shiluo couldn’t catch up.

The bell signaling the end of class rang at just the right moment. Students poured out from the two packed lecture halls beside him, while those waiting for the next class crammed into the doorways, scrambling for good seats.

Zhou Shiluo looked at the sea of students in the corridor, his ears catching snippets of arguments here and there. The elevator was out of the question. Squeezing through the crowd, he made his way toward the stairs, typing a message to Liu Linshen on his phone, asking about Yang Jin.

Liu Linshen had only taken over as head of the Information Engineering department three months ago, so he wasn’t too familiar with Yang Jin’s temperament or daily life. He simply replied with a few basic details.

For instance, Yang Jin was a junior majoring in software engineering. He lived in Dorm 2, Room 306. He was an excellent student, the class academic committee member, and was preparing to run for the position of Head of the Academic Affairs Department.

However, due to his recent fight, that opportunity was likely ruined.

Zhou Shiluo frowned at the message as he hurried down the stairs, hesitating about whether to go straight to the male dormitory. Before he could decide, he unexpectedly spotted Yang Jin in a corner of the first-floor lobby.

Yang Jin wasn’t alone. A girl stood in front of him, her hair in twin braids, wearing a floral dress. Her face was filled with concern, yet it didn’t take away from her charm—overall, she was quite cute.

Yang Jin had his back to him. Zhou Shiluo hesitated for a moment and decided to stay where he was and wait.

The girl’s words drifted intermittently into his ears. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but covering his ears and standing off to the side would’ve made him look even more suspicious.

“Yang Jin, are you really okay? Does it still hurt? Let’s go to the hospital,” she said, gripping Yang Jin’s arm, her face full of worry.

Then, as if scolding him, she added, “You really didn’t have to stand up for me. If you just ignored him, he would’ve given up on his own.”

“Yang Jin, you doing this makes me feel really bad.”

Zhou Shiluo unconsciously curled his fingers. So the fight was because of this girl.

She kept talking non-stop, while Yang Jin listened silently. Zhou Shiluo couldn’t see his face but tried to guess his expression—maybe he looked happy, maybe he looked gentle, or maybe both.

The girl continued, still repeating phrases like “I feel bad for you” and “Don’t stand up for me again in the future.” By the end, she even threw in affectionate nicknames like “dummy” and “fool,” laced with a playful flirtation.

Zhou Shiluo felt a strange sense of discomfort.

Before he could fully process his thoughts, Yang Jin finally spoke. His voice wasn’t as warm as Zhou Shiluo had imagined, but there was a trace of indulgence in it. “I’m fine. Go back and get some rest. No one will bother you again.”

Zhou Shiluo noticed the girl hesitating to leave, but in the end, she nodded obediently. Just before she walked away, she suddenly turned her gaze toward Zhou Shiluo.

Caught off guard, Zhou Shiluo made eye contact with her and, for a moment, forgot to look away.

She said, “Alright, I’ll head back now.”

Then, hesitating, she asked, “Do you have a friend waiting for you?”

“Who?” Yang Jin asked in confusion as he turned around—only to see Zhou Shiluo standing not far away.

His deep eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly masked it. He stared at Zhou Shiluo for a long moment, scanning him from head to toe and then back up again. Finally, his gaze settled on Zhou Shiluo’s face, and he let out a mocking chuckle.

“Don’t know him.”

Don’t know him?

Zhou Shiluo felt like he had just been doused with ice-cold water in the middle of winter, frozen stiff in place. Just earlier in the office, Yang Jin had addressed him as “Mr. Zhou.” Now, he was pretending they were strangers?

The girl, startled by his words, immediately widened her eyes and looked at Zhou Shiluo with caution. She then relayed what she had observed to Yang Jin. “But he was staring this way the whole time.”

Yang Jin remained expressionless. “Oh,” he said flatly, his tone tinged with disdain. “Maybe he’s some kind of pervert.”

Zhou Shiluo was stunned.

He had never imagined that a word like that would one day come out of the mouth of the same person who used to follow him around relentlessly. He had grown used to Yang Jin’s constant efforts to please him, but now, this man felt like a complete stranger.

Suppressing his confusion and anger, Zhou Shiluo gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

If Yang Jin wanted to pretend they didn’t know each other, then fine—he’d just help him remember.

“It’s me, Zhou Shiluo. It’s been a while. Got time to talk?”

Yang Jin’s cold gaze hadn’t wavered from the start. Now, it shifted slightly, as if he had just recalled who Zhou Shiluo was. His voice carried a hint of mockery.

“Mr. Zhou, we’re not close enough to be having a casual chat, are we?”

What an act.

Zhou Shiluo cursed inwardly.

Forcing a fake smile, he refused to back down. “Well, how would we know if we’re close or not unless we talk?”