Chapter 2
Chapter 2
When did I start having those kinds of thoughts about it?
I thought about it.
Reply:
[Two months ago.]
Two months ago, beside the trash cans downstairs from the dorm, I met Little Dingding for the first time.
On the other end, it showed: [Typing…]
After a long while, Lu Yan sent three words:
[Me too.]
My fists clenched instantly.
What was that supposed to mean?
He’d seen Little Dingding two months ago, but he hadn’t picked it up?
He just watched as I raised that child with my own two hands, cleaning up after it, teaching it to use cat litter, getting it healthy enough to eat and sleep, and now he wanted to swoop in and steal it?
Wasn’t this just a naked, shameless… seizure of someone else’s hard-earned fruits of victory?
Absolutely outrageous.
But I worked hard to calm myself down and told myself to focus on the bigger picture.
Pretending to be friendly, I asked:
[Then we really are on the same wavelength~]
[May I ask when I can come to your place and pet it?]
That night.
After Lu Yan replied with [This is moving too fast], he went completely silent.
A specific date? Not a word.
That wouldn’t do.
As a textbook J-type, I hated uncertainty most of all.
I had to chase him up.
Early the next morning, I deliberately filmed a video of myself applying hand cream and sent it over.
In the video,
my fingertips rubbed the milky-white lotion open, sliding it into my palm.
[Look, my hands are super soft. It’ll definitely melt under my touch.]
At the top of the chat box, [The other party is typing…] appeared over and over.
It lasted for almost a minute.
In the end, nothing came through.
Why was he like this again?
A bold guess rose in my mind-
Could it be that Lu Yan didn’t know how to use a phone?
So I simply spelled it out:
[Can you send me a video of you petting it so I can get my fix? (starry eyes)]
The other side was silent for quite a while.
Then another line popped up:
[I am a traditional man.]
Me: […]
Was that sentence his auto-reply or something?
Was there something wrong with him?
I was out of ideas. I had no clue how to respond.
So I just didn’t.
About ten minutes later, my phone finally pinged.
Lu Yan had actually sent a video!
My heart skipped, and I tapped it open impatiently.
Only to find-
There was nothing in the frame but a pair of hands.
The knuckles were distinct, the fingers long and slender.
Beneath his cool, pale skin, faint blue veins showed through.
His fingers slid up and down in the air, highly pleasing to look at.
It was just that his fingertips seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he’d only managed to record this clip after breaking through some enormous psychological barrier.
I was a little confused.
Why was he showing me his hands?
Did I look like the kind of person obsessed with male beauty?
I wanted to see the kitty!
Left with no choice, I went to Lu Yan’s Moments and dug up the old cat-petting videos he’d posted before to savor them.
In the video,
Lu Yan had his eyes lowered, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed silver glasses. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up twice, exposing clean, firm forearms.
His whole aura was refined and spotless.
His long fingers were gently stroking the kitten’s head.
The next second, the kitten went “aow,” whipped its head around, and swiped a claw across his forearm. A clear red mark immediately rose on his skin.
But he didn’t get angry. Instead, the corner of his mouth curved up in an extremely indulgent smile.
My roommate leaned over to look and clicked her tongue in admiration:
“He’s that handsome, and his emotions are that stable… I kind of want to be his cat.”
“Tell me, is Lu Yan a little bit of an M?”
I paused the video on the scratch mark on his forearm.
“He got scratched and he’s still smiling.”
My roommate smiled with a face full of innuendo.
“Maybe he really is. I heard the more abstinent and old-fashioned someone looks on the surface, the more exciting they are once you unlock them…”
“Sigh! I’m so jealous of his future girlfriend~ She’ll be eating so well.”
My roommate’s words made me realize the reason Lu Yan had been hesitating.