| BYSG | The Person I Like | 69
Shen Yu asked this question for two reasons: first, to give Cheng Mofei a hint and some psychological preparation, and second, to get some inspiration—essentially, to ask the person himself what he likes.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Mofei nearly crushed the handle of the teapot in his grip.
Was Shen Yu… asking him for advice on how to confess to another man?
Cheng Mofei was on the verge of exploding with anger, yet he had no choice but to suppress his emotions.
He set down the teapot, picked up two longan fruits, and placed them by the fire to roast. The fragile shells of the fruits were almost crushed under his grip.
He deliberately said, “Why do guys need to do all those fancy confessions? Just send a message to let him know, it’s enough.”
Shen Yu took another sip of wine and pressed on, “What kind of message? Like a love letter?”
Shen Yu actually wanted to write a love letter to that other guy…
Cheng Mofei rejected the idea outright. “A love letter is way too cheesy. If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t want to receive something like that.”
Shen Yu: “Alright.”
Shen Yu: “Then I should at least prepare a gift, right? Just sending a message feels too stingy… What about flowers?”
“That’s not a good idea,” Cheng Mofei instinctively objected.
Realizing he needed an excuse to back it up, he quickly added, “I heard that a lot of flower shops spray-paint their bouquets to make them look prettier, but the chemicals can be harmful to health. If you keep them in a room for too long, it’s not good. Plus, when certain flowers are bundled together, their scents can mix in strange ways. Anyway, if it were me, I wouldn’t like it.”
Shen Yu paused, this was a perspective he had never considered before.
Health was indeed the most important thing.
In his past life, when Cheng Mofei had pursued him, he had given him countless flowers and written many love letters. Shen Yu had assumed that the nineteen-year-old Cheng Mofei would also enjoy receiving such things.
But then again, maybe it was because he was still young now and didn’t like them yet. In a few years, that might change—after all, people’s preferences tend to shift as they age.
Seeing the conflicted expression on Shen Yu’s face, Cheng Mofei deliberately said, “You might as well collect some orange peels and make me a bouquet out of them. I’d love that.”
Hah—who else but him would be so obsessed with oranges?
Shen Yu surely wouldn’t go and give an orange peel bouquet to that other guy, right?
Shen Yu nodded thoughtfully and took another sip of his drink.
He should start collecting orange peels when he gets back and make an orange peel bouquet for Cheng Mofei.
But he had to do it in secret… He couldn’t let Cheng Mofei find out in their dorm, so he’d have to make it somewhere else.
The atmosphere suddenly grew quiet.
Cheng Mofei abruptly realized something and demanded, “Why are you asking all this out of nowhere? Are you planning to confess to someone? Do you like someone?”
The three consecutive questions hit one after another. Shen Yu instinctively denied it. “No. I’m just asking for a friend.”
“Which friend?” Cheng Mofei refused to let it go.
Shen Yu continued his lie. “A friend from high school. You don’t know him. Is this done cooking? I want to drink it.”
The topic was diverted, and Cheng Mofei couldn’t keep pressing without seeming overly suspicious. He could only suppress the irritation bubbling inside him and answer, “It needs to cook a little longer.”
Even if Shen Yu was unwilling to share these things with him, it wasn’t Shen Yu’s fault. Cheng Mofei wouldn’t blame him—liking someone could never be a mistake.
It was that wild man’s fault. That cunning fox’s fault…
“Alright.” Shen Yu could only take another sip of his drink.
Soaking in a hot spring drained moisture from the body, making one easily thirsty. The late-night snacks they’d eaten weren’t enough, making the thirst even worse.
Unknowingly, Shen Yu’s cheeks had taken on a rosy hue, and the redness on his ears was even deeper.
Cheng Mofei focused on brewing the tea, not noticing at first—or perhaps he did but assumed it was just a normal reaction to the hot spring. Shen Yu’s face had been flushed red since earlier, looking incredibly cute.
Finally, Cheng Mofei poured the freshly brewed tea into two small cups and handed one to Shen Yu. “It’s ready. Try it.”
Seeing Shen Yu pick up the cup, not even bothering to blow on it before taking a sip, Cheng Mofei panicked and grabbed his hand.
Their eyes met.
Cheng Mofei’s dark, deep eyes were like a sky covered in heavy night clouds, concealing the emotions hidden beneath.
His heart trembled, but his grip didn’t loosen. “It just finished boiling, how can you drink it like that? …Are you drunk?”
Though he phrased it as a question, the answer was already clear.
Shen Yu’s slightly parted lips murmured a single word: “Thirsty.”
The next second, his fingers loosened, and the teacup slipped from his grasp. With a sharp clatter, the cup hit the ground, sending tea splashing everywhere.
Cheng Mofei shot up immediately, moving in front of Shen Yu to check on him.
The cup had no insulation, it must have burned his fingers, causing him to let go.
Fortunately, the thick bathrobe provided by the resort had prevented the hot liquid from scalding the rest of his skin.
“Did you get burned anywhere?” Cheng Mofei still wasn’t reassured, his brows furrowing with concern.
“No,” Shen Yu lowered his gaze, looking at the person crouched in front of him.
Only then did Cheng Mofei stand up. He picked up his own teacup, blew on it until it cooled, and then placed it in Shen Yu’s hands, worried that he was still thirsty.
Shen Yu gulped it down in one go.
Cheng Mofei poured him another cup, cooled it again.
Shen Yu drank that in one breath, too.
It seemed he really was parched.
The teacups used for brewing tea weren’t large, so Cheng Mofei had to keep pouring, cooling, and handing them to him several times before Shen Yu was finally satisfied.
Earlier, Shen Yu had also eaten quite a bit of the late-night snacks. Now, after drinking so much tea, he couldn’t help but hiccup, his body trembling slightly with the motion.
Cheng Mofei’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his gaze.
How could he be this cute…
Shen Yu soon let out another yawn.
Cheng Mofei glanced at the time, it was already close to midnight.
Shen Yu had been working a part-time job all day and was undoubtedly exhausted. The hot spring soak earlier would only make him sleepier. He needed rest.
“Do you want to go back to the hotel and rest?” Cheng Mofei asked.
Because of that yawn, Shen Yu’s eyes were misted over with a thin layer of moisture, blurring his vision. He blinked quickly, gave a soft mm, and stood up.
But the moment he did, his steps were unsteady, and he nearly stumbled. Fortunately, the table was right beside him, and he managed to grab onto it for support. At the same time, Cheng Mofei reacted swiftly, grasping Shen Yu’s arm to steady him.
In the movement, Shen Yu’s loosely draped bathrobe was pulled even further open.
From Cheng Mofei’s angle, he could glimpse beneath the folds of fabric, where two faint points of red peeked through.
His throat moved as he swallowed instinctively, and he hurriedly averted his gaze.
“I’ll help you walk,” he said.
Cheng Mofei quickly stuffed both of their phones into the pocket of his bathrobe, picked up the room key, and then suddenly realized something.
Hastily, he adjusted Shen Yu’s bathrobe, wrapping it so tightly around him that it almost covered his neck. Only then did he lead Shen Yu out of the room.
The night had deepened.
The hot spring resort had a classical design, with winding, antique-style corridors illuminated by hanging lanterns. The flooring was made of irregularly shaped stone tiles, with smooth pebbles embedded in some of the joints.
Shen Yu was indeed drunk. He had become much quieter, barely speaking, and when he did, his words came out one at a time in a slow, lazy manner. His steps were unsteady, and most of his weight leaned against Cheng Mofei as they walked.
Cheng Mofei found himself liking this feeling of being relied on.
This area was part of the VIP section, and with the late hour, there were few people moving about. The silence was absolute, wherever he looked, it was just the two of them.
As they walked, Shen Yu suddenly stepped on one of the embedded pebbles and twisted his ankle.
Cheng Mofei’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
Thankfully, Shen Yu had been holding onto him for support, or he might have actually sprained it badly.
Cheng Mofei hesitated for only a second before decisively crouching down in front of Shen Yu. "I'll carry you. It'll be faster this way."
Shen Yu froze for a moment, then obediently climbed onto his back, wrapping his arms around Cheng Mofei’s neck and resting his chin on his shoulder.
His burning-hot cheek pressed against Cheng Mofei’s right ear, transferring its warmth.
Cheng Mofei pressed his lips into a tight line, focusing intently on the path ahead, battling against the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He felt relieved, at least he couldn’t feel his own heartbeat through his back.
Suddenly, a soft murmur drifted into his ear.
"Xiao Chengzi…”
Cheng Mofei's steps faltered. His gaze darkened.
That name again.
Before, Shen Yu had brushed it off by saying it was just a little orange kitten. Cheng Mofei had believed him.
If he didn’t suspect something now, he might as well throw his brain into the hot spring and let it soak.
There was no way Xiao Chengzi was just some kitten.
Nine times out of ten, it was a person.
And possibly… someone he knew.
“Who is Xiao Chengzi?” Cheng Mofei heard himself ask, his voice laced with tension and unease.
As soon as the words left his lips, the arms around his neck tightened slightly. Shen Yu shifted, finding a more comfortable spot on his right shoulder. His face was still burning hot, but at this point, it wasn’t much different from the warmth of Cheng Mofei’s ear.
“Xiao Chengzi is…” Shen Yu paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. In his drunken haze, he didn’t understand why Xiao Chengzi was asking him about himself—he simply assumed it was some kind of joke.
So he answered naturally, without hesitation.
“The person I like.”
Cheng Mofei’s entire world shattered in an instant.
So it was the nickname of that damn wild man.
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