Chapter 69#

That night, Fu Jinchi actually didn’t say much. He just listened the whole time. In the end, Yan Zishu began to yawn, so he was pressed back down by him to lie down again. Fu Jinchi kissed his forehead: “Don’t say anymore, go to sleep first, don’t stay up late.”

After speaking, he also lay down.

The sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with the lingering charm of the Halloween carnival. In the second half of the night, Yan Zishu slept very well.

He leaned against the firm and powerful chest, not rejecting the temperature of being embraced, and his dreams became peaceful. The next morning, when Yan Zishu opened his eyes, he didn’t know if Fu Jinchi had woken up early or hadn’t slept. He was looking at him with one arm supporting his head, and the other arm resting on his waist.

He didn’t know how long Fu Jinchi had been staring at him. Compared to the middle of the night, it felt like just changing positions.

“Didn’t you say you would leave at dawn?” Yan Zishu asked sleepily, “Why haven’t you left?”

“Didn’t I say other things yesterday too?” Fu Jinchi smiled, and there was an imperceptible weariness in his deliberate cynicism. “I thought you were still waiting to wake up and see me kneel down and beg you. How dare I leave first casually.”

“Hearing you say that, I’m actually looking forward to it a little bit.” Yan Zishu half-closed his eyes, chuckled lightly, and pushed his hand off his waist. “If you kneel, remember to remind me to borrow a video camera, and don’t use this to morally kidnap me.”

He managed to push Fu Jinchi away a little, turned over lazily, and turned his back to the other party.

Sleeping in the same bed for a night, nothing changed after dawn. Whether out of upbringing or habit, he couldn’t make a posture of shouting for killing and being aggressive, but in his heart, he didn’t want to easily decide whether he could give his sincerity again.

Jumping into the pit of feelings rashly, the first time could be said to be undefended, but the second time would be his own stupidity.

Two mobile phones were stacked on the white bedside table. Yan Zishu’s own had a fixed placement, and it was self-evident whose the extra one was. putting it so clingingly, it always made people feel intentional.

After lying for a while longer, Fu Jinchi leaned over, took his own mobile phone, unlocked it, and placed it in Yan Zishu’s hand.

His palm sank, and he suddenly woke up a lot in the early morning.

Yan Zishu looked up at him with some surprise.

Fu Jinchi rested his chin in the crook of his neck and whispered a password in his ear: “From now on… you can look at it whenever you want.”

“Your phone?”

Fu Jinchi whispered almost seductively: “Whether it’s my phone or anything else, you can look at whatever you want. I admit, there is good and bad content inside. Even if you can’t accept all of it, as long as you want to see it, I am willing to show you, okay?”

This was like the way of confession he chose after settling down in the middle of the night.

Yan Zishu hesitated for a moment and lowered his head slightly. The small rectangular block in his hand seemed to turn into Pandora’s box.

He moved his fingers and swiped left and right, but only superficially flipped through the rows of app icons on the desktop.

Of course, the system and software Fu Jinchi used were no different from everyone else’s.

But if he clicked on the address book, SMS, chat software, would there be many unspeakable secrets?

Seeing that Yan Zishu hadn’t chosen a target for a long time, Fu Jinchi simply guided him hand in hand to open the photo album.

Yan Zishu didn’t know his intention, scrolled down, and was surprised again: “When did you… take so many photos of me.”

Saying “many” might be a bit exaggerated, but the images about him in the album could not be considered too few. Most of them were taken secretly while sleeping, even very artistic, and some were taken from a distance when he was awake doing other things, only showing a back view.

But this was not the time to care about photographic art. Yan Zishu scrolled through one by one, not knowing what to think for a moment.

“See? I’m just this kind of person.” Fu Jinchi spoke softly, but held his fingers very firmly. “I coveted you but dared not say it. I did the sneak shot thing. It might make you unhappy, but whatever I do, I won’t hide it from you anymore. In the future, you still have a lot of time to get to know me slowly, and time to consider slowly whether to sentence me to death in the end.”

He relaxed his brows and eyes, and his expression could even be called gentle and stable: “Zishu, the control is in your hands now.”

Yan Zishu paused for a moment, not showing anger, but was in a daze.

For a long time, he rubbed the center of his brows: “Next time, remember to ask for my consent.”

Fu Jinchi said “okay” lightly, and then guided him to open his chat software.

This was a completely unfamiliar social circle. Naturally, Yan Zishu didn’t know most of the contacts. The interface only displayed the last sentence of the chat record with each contact, tempting the viewer to click in and find out.

Seeing the word “Yinghan” sandwiched in between, Yan Zishu realized what he was doing and didn’t really open any dialog box. He withdrew his hand, smiled, and returned the phone to Fu Jinchi: “I don’t mean to spy on all your privacy.”

After speaking, Yan Zishu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, searching for something barefoot on the carpet. He wasn’t wearing glasses and his vision was blurred. Fu Jinchi bent down, fished out the slippers from under the bed, and sent them to his feet: “If you want to dig up my old background, you will have opportunities anytime in the future.”

“Although thanks for sharing, I’m more afraid that curiosity killed the cat.” Yan Zishu glanced at him with a faint smile, continued the process of getting up, and began to take clean clothes down from the hanger. Thinking about it, he added, “Of course, there is also part of the reason. Forget about other people’s phones, but yours, I’m afraid if I really see any clues of crime, I have to undergo the test of conscience whether to call the police.”

Fu Jinchi raised the corners of his mouth, fiddled on the screen for a moment, and seeing that Yan Zishu had changed his clothes, presented it to him again.

“Then you always want to see it, right?”

Before Yan Zishu thought of what “it” referred to, he heard two barks from the speaker.

He was stunned, leaned closer to look, and in the slightly shaky lens, a small grey-and-white native dog ran over happily, lay on the photographer’s knee, looked up and barked again. The photographer freed a hand to stroke its head.

The dog has now grown to knee-length, still not big in size, wagging its tail lively as hell, reminding Yan Zishu of the time when it was young and arched into his slippers, and he was afraid of stepping on it every day.

He opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word, and his eyes became moist unknowingly.

Fu Jinchi sat on the edge of the bed with his legs wide apart, holding the phone horizontally in front of him. Seeing Yan Zishu showing a fragile expression in a daze, he hurriedly interrupted: “Look, I knew the dog is more attractive than me.”

Yan Zishu came back to his senses, reached out and pressed play again, and finally shook his head: “It can’t compare to you, naming a dog after me.”

The video was taken by Fu Jinchi himself—that hand with distinct joints belonged to him, and his voice called out “William, come here” from outside the lens. Just now Yan Zishu wasn’t sure if he heard it wrong. Replaying it, he laughed out of anger.

The sentimental atmosphere was short-lived. Yan Zishu asked: “Are you sure you didn’t mean to take revenge on me deliberately?”

The screen dimmed, but Fu Jinchi looked at him: “I just didn’t want to never have the chance to call this name again.”

“You…” Yan Zishu was stunned.

“How could you think I would bear to take revenge on you like this?” Fu Jinchi threw the phone on the bed casually, fell back, and rested his head on his hands. “I moved all your things to my home. Every day I was thinking, where are you exactly, when will you come back, and do you still need these things. I heard you raised this dog, so I looked for it for a while and brought it back. No one taught it, but as soon as it was put on the ground, it went for your scent, smelling your things exclusively. Only it misses you as much as I do.”

He hooked up a cunning smile: “If you really don’t come back, I’ll have to spend my life with this ‘William’.”

Yan Zishu sat down beside him: “It can only accompany you for sixteen or seventeen years at most, that’s the limit.”

Fu Jinchi smiled and pulled his sleeve: “It doesn’t matter now, you can still accompany me for sixty or seventy years.”

He took the opportunity to sit up again and hugged the person: “Yan Zishu, I only want you.”

Yan Zishu held his hand back and didn’t speak.

“I don’t want to affect your sleep at night, so I still have a lot to say.” Fu Jinchi interlocked fingers with him. “Give me a probation period, okay? At least for now, look, you need someone to take care of you. You can order me around, don’t give me a chance to be idle.”

He peeked at Yan Zishu’s face: “We can start over, no, I start over. This time I will pursue you formally, learn to respect you, until you are willing to believe me. If at any time you don’t want to continue, you can call stop anytime. Now I am the weaker party. No matter where else you are worried about me, my GPS, bank accounts, can be let you anytime…”

“Stop, wait.” Yan Zishu stopped him. “The former part sounded okay, but how come the latter part…” Regardless of whether Fu Jinchi did it on purpose, he was once again made both angry and amused. “Why does your way of speaking always seem to challenge social public order and good customs?”

“Because I am willing.” Fu Jinchi kissed gently on his auricle.

“The problem is your willingness is not free.” Yan Zishu felt a little ticklish, so he turned his head sideways. “I even suspect you have such an idea, deliberately sharing everything with me. The more I know, the less likely I can just leave casually. Will you let me go then? Is this your plan?”

“Maybe it could also be that you won’t let me go?” Fu Jinchi chuckled and pointed out this possibility.

“But I’m not that kind of person.” Yan Zishu said. “Why wouldn’t I let you go? What I want is just to seriously manage a relationship and live a stable life, never to fight against you. But…”

He thought for a moment and changed the subject: “However, even if you really have such an idea, I don’t think it’s strange. Fu Jinchi, I seem to have discovered that the desire to conquer is quite satisfying. Since you admit that I am in control now, show me.”

“…What?”

“Aren’t you going to show me?” Yan Zishu smiled gently and repeated, “With such a good opportunity, I can wait to sentence you to death, but it’s not impossible to try.”

Fu Jinchi remained silent for a long time, but held his hand tightly until his knuckles turned white, and finally smiled too.

“Okay.”

But the result was no suspense. Before he could kneel down and beg the other party not to leave, there was only one way left: submission—