Chapter 154: I Don’t Like Men, I Only Like You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Misled… my ass.

He liked him in the first place. Was there even a need to mislead him?

Pei Zhen wanted to protest, but the moment he looked into Fu Sichen’s eyes, the poisonous words of ridicule choked up in his throat and refused to come out.

“I was really only teaching her.”

Touched that, for once, Pei Zhen didn’t have nasty words for him, Fu Sichen smiled. “Fine, but there was no need to pinch her chin.”

It was getting ridiculous.

“You’ve never pinched my chin.”

It was getting even more ridiculous.

Pei Zhen froze for a while, and then, not able to contain it any longer, he rolled his eyes. “Why are you so…”

He was going to say childish, but then changed his mind and used a more tactful word.

Calculative.

Petty.

He had never met such a troublesome man.

Fu Sichen broke into a smile as Pei Zhen went on complaining. Unable to restrain himself he took a step closer to Pei Zhen such that the tips of their noses touched. “That woman wanted to seduce the man I love. There’d be something wrong if I weren’t petty.”

Pei Zhen relented.

His heart started to pound, and his face began to flush. He couldn’t help but raise his hand to touch Fu Sichen on his chin, lifting it gently.

“Imagine I’m the person you love, and now you’re asking for a breakup.”

Fu Sichen was still.

His gaze was steady. “No, I would never ask for a breakup.”

Cough, cough. Suddenly the temperature seemed to have risen, and Pei Zhen reflexively shivered. He looked away, not daring to maintain a hold on Fu Sichen’s gaze. Then, brushing the man aside, he said, “Will that do? How troublesome you are.”

Pei Zhen didn’t trust himself to stay any longer and strode towards the door. From the side, a hand reached out and encircled his wrist. Fu Sichen’s grip was tight, as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Pei Pei, about trying. You… do you have an answer for me?”

A burning gaze, full of desire. Even if Pei Zhen didn’t look at Fu Sichen, he could feel the man’s anxious grip around his wrist.

Was that the cool and steady Best Actor Fu he knew?

“Okay.” Pei Zhen nodded, pretending to be calm. “We can.”

Fu Sichen was stunned. “What?”

“I said we can be together.” Seeing Fu Sichen’s expression of disbelief, Pei Zhen was no longer nervous, and the corners of his lips slowly curled upwards. Then with mock arrogance, he continued, saying, “If you should regret it later, I’ll tell it to the whole world, and expose the truth that you’re gay.”

“I’m not gay.” A feeling of joy was washing over Fu Sichen, like the rising and falling of waves. His mind was a blank, and he was responding purely on reflex. “I don’t like men, I only like you.”

Pei Zhen relented.

Great.

Another confession.

But it felt sweet, and it wasn’t bad.

“So…” It was the first time that he’d ever been in love. The man before him who used to be his sworn enemy had, in a sudden turn of events, become his boyfriend. Pei Zhen was a little embarrassed and shy. “I-I have to go back to filming.”

“Okay,” Fu Sichen said.

But the man continued his tight grip on Pei Zhen’s wrist, unable to conceal his happiness—it was the sort of magical happiness that bowls you over like a fresh breeze in Spring.

When he smiled, Pei Zhen couldn’t help but smile too. The two of them relished in the moment for a bit before Pei Zhen said helplessly, “I really have to go.”

“A little while more.” Fu Sichen slid his hand downwards, and then squeezed his fingers between Pei Zhen’s until their fingers intertwined, palm to palm. “Just a little while more.”

Pei Zhen did not object.

In all of his twenty-five years, he had never been in love.

He suddenly had someone in his life, and there was a fuzzy feeling bubbling in his heart. It felt like the sweetest thing in the world.