Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 3

Yang Jin looked at Zhou Shiluo indifferently. He neither shook his head in refusal nor nodded in agreement. After a moment, it was the girl beside him who sensed the strange atmosphere and took the initiative to break the awkwardness with a kind suggestion:

“Yang Jin, why don’t you talk with Zhou…”

She glanced at Zhou Shiluo, as if uncertain whether Yang Jin had really called him “teacher” earlier. After some hesitation, she finished, “Talk with Teacher Zhou.”

The new class bell had rung long ago, and the hall was much quieter compared to when classes had just ended. Now that there were fewer people, the chill in the air became more apparent. Zhou Shiluo, dressed in a three-quarter-sleeve shirt, felt the wind biting against his exposed skin and regretted leaving his jacket on the sofa in Liu Linshen’s office in his rush.

He unconsciously rubbed his arms, and just as he did, Yang Jin also moved. Without a word, he took off his jacket.

Just as Zhou Shiluo was about to refuse, he saw Yang Jin drape the jacket over the girl’s shoulders. His previously cold demeanor softened as he spoke gently, “The temperature difference is big these days. Next time, remember to dress warmer before going out.”

The girl tightened the jacket around herself and nodded obediently. “Then I’ll head back now.” Before leaving, she glanced at Zhou Shiluo, then turned back to Yang Jin with concern, “Remember to get your injuries checked after your talk. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, at least go to the campus clinic.”

Yang Jin gave a simple “mmh” and reluctantly watched her leave. Then, without sparing Zhou Shiluo a single glance, he turned and walked in the opposite direction, as if the other man didn’t exist at all.

Zhou Shiluo stood there awkwardly, watching Yang Jin’s back, but still, he gritted his teeth and followed.

He trailed behind Yang Jin for a long time before finally losing patience. Striding forward, he grabbed Yang Jin by the arm, pulling him back.

Anger flared inside Zhou Shiluo—he hadn’t even settled the score for what happened two years ago, yet this guy had the audacity to be hostile first?

“What the hell is your problem?” Zhou Shiluo snapped.

He had originally wanted to ask if Yang Jin was in some kind of trouble, but before he could, Yang Jin shoved him away roughly. Zhou Shiluo staggered back a couple of steps, barely keeping his balance, and before he could react, Yang Jin snarled at him, “Get lost.”

Zhou Shiluo stared at him in shock before his temper erupted. “You think I’m just gonna let that slide?”

Yang Jin laughed mockingly, his gaze filled with contempt. “Let what slide? You think you have the right to act self-righteous?”

That smirk—so out of place on Yang Jin—stung Zhou Shiluo’s eyes. Furious, he clenched his fist and, without thinking, swung hard at Yang Jin’s jaw.

He hit him with full force. Yang Jin’s knees bent slightly, almost making him fall.

The moment Zhou Shiluo’s punch landed, regret settled in. Yang Jin’s face was already injured, and with how hard he had punched, the wound had probably reopened.

Sure enough, as Yang Jin lifted his head, Zhou Shiluo caught sight of a nasty bruise forming on his jaw, along with a trace of bl00d trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Two years ago, when Yang Jin had slept with him, Zhou Shiluo hadn’t hit him. But now, just because of his attitude, he had thrown a punch.

Yang Jin stood up slowly, wiping the bl00d from the corner of his mouth, cursing under his breath. He didn’t even try to fight back. Instead, his expression remained cold and unreadable. “Can you leave now?”

Zhou Shiluo’s heart skipped a beat. Being treated with such disdain felt horrible—especially coming from Yang Jin.

He regretted interfering. Suppressing his emotions, he turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

But the further he walked, the more suffocated he felt. Yang Jin was such an arrogant bastard.

He cursed under his breath, but then his thoughts drifted to the wound on Yang Jin’s lip. Right before leaving, had he seen a flicker of disappointment and pain in Yang Jin’s eyes?

What was he upset about?

Caught in this mess of emotions, Zhou Shiluo kept walking for another two minutes. Each step felt heavier, and the guilt in his chest only grew stronger, quickly reaching its limit.

He swore under his breath, then turned back.

He didn’t even know if Yang Jin was still there, but his feet moved faster, breaking into a run before he realized it.

He felt ridiculous. But that didn’t slow him down.

Luckily, Yang Jin hadn’t left.

Just as relief was about to settle, it caught in his throat.

Yang Jin was sitting alone on the stone steps, a cigarette between his fingers, half-burned. Wisps of smoke curled into the autumn air, dissipating quickly.

Zhou Shiluo stared, shocked.

He was smoking?

Yang Jin used to hate cigarettes the most.

Still processing the scene, Zhou Shiluo strode forward, snatched the cigarette from Yang Jin’s fingers, and crushed it under his shoe.

“When the hell did you start smoking?” Zhou Shiluo demanded.

Yang Jin remained unusually calm. He half-lidded his eyes, looking up at him. “Why do you care? Is smoking illegal?”

Zhou Shiluo had already witnessed enough changes in Yang Jin to know that arguing wouldn’t get him anywhere. So, he dropped it, grabbed Yang Jin’s wrist, and pulled him up.

Yang Jin tried to shake him off, but Zhou Shiluo held on even tighter, dragging him forward without a word.

Yang Jin had been at D University for nearly two years. He wasn’t as familiar with the campus layout as Zhou Shiluo, but he quickly realized where he was being taken.

He didn’t resist, but he still scoffed. “You really have too much free time.”

Zhou Shiluo ignored him, gripping his wrist tightly and walking briskly, afraid that if he let go, Yang Jin would disappear.

Soon, they arrived at the campus clinic.

Zhou Shiluo yanked the door open and shoved Yang Jin inside.

A single nurse was on duty—a girl named Miao Xiaoqing. She was a year older than Zhou Shiluo and had gotten to know him well back when he was in grad school, as he often came by to get medicine for his classmates.

Miao Xiaoqing had just finished eating and was cleaning up her table. She glanced at Yang Jin, then at Zhou Shiluo, teasing, “Graduated already and still cleaning up other people’s messes?”

It was blunt, but not wrong.

Zhou Shiluo said nothing and slumped into a nearby chair to wait.

Miao Xiaoqing, knowing how Zhou Shiluo was, skipped over him and turned her attention to Yang Jin.

“What are you standing for? Sit down.” She gestured at a chair.

Yang Jin sat, and Miao Xiaoqing put on gloves before tilting his chin to examine his injuries. She clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Who did this? So reckless. The skin’s already broken—how cruel.”

The “cruel” Zhou Shiluo’s face darkened.

Miao Xiaoqing carefully touched the bruised corner of Yang Jin’s mouth, making him wince and instinctively lean away.

“Hold still,” she scolded before sighing. “You have such a handsome face. If this scars, you’ll regret it.”

Yang Jin remained indifferent. “Doesn’t matter. If it scars, it scars.”

Miao Xiaoqing chuckled. “If it scars, you might have trouble getting married later.”

Zhou Shiluo looked over, expecting Yang Jin to ignore her. But after a long pause, Yang Jin suddenly replied,

“Then I won’t marry. Never planned to anyway.”

Miao Xiaoqing raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That sounds like someone who’s had their heart broken.”

Zhou Shiluo frowned, a thought creeping into his mind.

Had Yang Jin changed because of a failed relationship?

He leaned in slightly, waiting for Yang Jin’s answer.

Yang Jin lowered his gaze, and after a few seconds, responded,

“Yeah. I got played by a bastard before.”