TSTFTR Chapter 15

The curtains were not closed, and the moonlight poured gently. The silvery, cold moonlight cast light on the world. Yu Qiu heard him singing, and looked up at him with a smile. 

It was the first time he heard Xuan Yun sing in reality.

He thought that there was indeed a reason for his desire.

This kind of voice was cold and lingering, like the stone in the stream at night, shining with waves and moonlight, clean and clear.

Xuan Yun just kept looking at him, moving his body slightly.

Yu Qiu lowered his head and smiled.

Ater the song was over, Yu Qiu’s fingers were still on the keys, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Xuan Yun stood up, bent down and suddenly raised his chin gently with his index finger. Yu Qiu raised his eyelids to look at him, Xuan Yun stared into his eyes, no one said anything.

Yu Qiu’s adam’s apple twitched.

Before he could speak, his lips felt a softness.

Xuan Yun closed his eyes, the mole under the corner of his eyes seemed blooming a flower, in the instant Yu Qiu felt like the petals twined, grew, and the rich fragrance attract him to sink.

Yu Qiu looked down at his face, slowly stretch out his hand, wrapped his arms around Xuan Yun’s neck, and closed his eyes.

Xuan Yan sensed the hand that embraced his neck, and in a moment of passion, his heartbeat quickened. He extended his tongue, parting their lips, and they kissed even more tenderly.

Only the faint sound of water remained in the air, making anyone who listened flush.

Xuan Yan released him, their noses touching, and said, “Qiu-ge, your lips are so soft.”

Yu Qiu thought, I don’t know if my lips are soft, but I know one thing: your heart is stubborn.

Xuan Yan wanted to kiss him again, but Yu Qiu turned his head and evaded, so Xuan Yan only kissed the side of his face.

“You can only have one birthday gift,” Yu Qiu’s lips curled up, and he softly said, “Xuan Xuan, happy twenty-first birthday.”

…Birthday gift?

Suddenly, tears welled up in Xuan Yan’s eyes. Yu Qiu was taken aback, thinking he said something wrong. He felt a bit at a loss and started, “You-“

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Yan reached out and hoarsely said, “I want a hug.”

…

Yu Qiu put his arms around Xuan Yan’s waist, and Xuan Yan rested his chin on Yu Qiu’s shoulder. His grip was especially tight, as if he wanted to melt into him. Xuan Yan whispered, “I thought no one remembered my birthday.”

“We all remember,” Yu Qiu said, “Your parents remember, your fans remember, and not only me.”

“But you remembered,” Xuan Yan’s voice sounded softly in his ear, tickling his heart, “and that’s the best gift I could ask for.”

“Then you need to confess something too,” Yu Qiu kissed his earlobe and casually dropped a bombshell, “When did you realize your feelings for me?”

He clearly felt Xuan Yan’s back tense up, and Xuan Yan let go of him, looking into his eyes, but his lips moved without saying a word.

“Curious how I found out?” Yu Qiu comfortingly stroked his back, his gaze gentle, “Shouldn’t you clean up your following list first?”

…

“…” Xuan Yan then remembered his Weibo following list. He felt a little regretful and fidgeted with his fingers in annoyance. He muttered, “I don’t want to. I like to follow whoever I like. Why should I clean it up?”

“Your popularity is high now,” Yu Qiu said, “It’s not good for others to see that you follow a plagiarist.”

“But you didn’t plagiarize, and I don’t believe you did,” Xuan Yan looked into his eyes, “I read your first book, and I don’t believe you would plagiarize.”

“You see, you don’t have any evidence,” Yu Qiu sighed, “You’re just ‘believing’—but I’m happy that you believe me. You…”

Suddenly, Xuan Yan leaned closer and kissed him, not letting him continue.

 

Yu Qiu: “…”