Chapter 286 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (20)
Suddenly, Fang Shi felt a little wronged.
That kind of… strange, conflicting feeling. She smoked too, and she went out playing like this with others, yet she was telling him to smoke less.
Fang Shi pursed his lips slightly, his handsome face carrying a stubborn hint of discontent. Then, as he snapped back to reality, he froze for a moment.
This feeling was very off, extremely off.
Fang Shi wasn’t stupid. Naturally, he realized it too.
His attitude toward Luo might not be just because of that voice.
Because…
He pressed the save button on the two pictures he had just opened expressionlessly. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Damn it. Just looking at that hand gave him some weird, shameful thought.
He wanted to… lick it.
If this was just a fan worrying about their idol, wasn’t it a bit too much?
He felt like he was sick beyond cure.
With a sense of resignation, Fang Shi knocked his head against the desk. After a while, he glanced sideways at something he hadn’t touched in a long time—his cigarettes.
Reaching out, he took one, lit it this time, and took a drag.
Watching the faint smoke dissipate before him, he curled his lips slightly.
His gaze fell on his own hand.
Fang Shi’s hands were also fair, pale from not being exposed to the sun much. They looked soft, yet had well-defined joints, much larger than the hand in the photo.
That hand in the picture, it gave him the feeling that he could completely wrap it up with just one of his own.
The cigarette burned halfway down, and the ash fell.
Fang Shi : …
What the hell was he doing?
Looking at his own hand and thinking about that person’s hand?!
This time, Fang Shi accepted his fate. Leaning back in his chair, he stubbed out the half-burned cigarette and opened his phone to pull up that picture.
Yeah… no saving him now.
Curling his lips slightly, just as he was about to start a livestream, he got a message from Liu Ying.
Ying : [Our pitiful Brother Luo is sick today, won’t be joining. Want to queue up for a casual game?]
The next morning, Yan Luo groggily opened her eyes, still holding her phone. She vaguely remembered sending a message before dozing off. Her throat still felt sore, but it was bearable. Half-squinting, she glanced at her phone screen and saw that Fang Shi had sent her a [Good morning] message about ten minutes ago.
She casually replied, then got up to wash up. When she returned, there was still no response from Fang Shi. Blinking slightly, she changed her clothes, went out for breakfast, and headed to class.
Meanwhile, Fang Shi was still leaning back in his computer chair, an unlit cigarette between his lips, staring at Yan Luo’s message for a long time without reacting.
He let go, allowing the cigarette to fall, and idly scrolled through his earlier chat with Liu Ying.
Ying : [Our pitiful Luo-ge is sick today, won’t be joining. Want to queue up for a casual game?]
fs : [Is he seriously sick?]
Ying : [Nah, Brother Luo gets sick all the time. He had a serious illness as a kid that wasn’t taken care of properly, so now it happens every so often. Give it a couple of days, and he’ll be bouncing around again. By the way, you two seem pretty close lately, huh? That’s rare. You know, Brother Luo never bothers with people he doesn’t think much of.]
Ying : [But I bet it’s just him feeling guilty for dragging you down all the time, hahaha.]
fs : [I accidentally called him the wrong name the other day. He wouldn’t be mad, would he?]
Ying : [Nah, if he didn’t snap at you right away, you’re fine. Brother Luo may look the way he does, but except when women are involved, he’s actually more outgoing than anyone else. That kind of joke is nothing to him.]
Fang Shi stared at these messages, his gaze unreadable.