With his mood improved, Luo An carefully looked at the photo of him and Chu Jin once more.
That day, Chu Jin wore a dark suit with a simple white shirt underneath, buttons fastened meticulously, in stark contrast to the casually posed Luo An beside him.
Luo An’s suit was also dark, but unlike Chu Jin’s formal style, he wore a purple shirt underneath. His buttons were carelessly fastened, and under the spotlight, one could glimpse the young man’s beautiful, delicate collarbone. Luo An’s hair was longer than most boys’, and beneath the black strands, an intricate earring refracted tiny points of light.
Luo An hadn’t noticed during the photo shoot, but now, scrutinizing the picture, he realized how close he and Chu Jin were standing. Their shoulders almost touched, and Luo An’s hand was mischievously reaching around, resting on Chu Jin’s shoulder.
Chu Jin’s entire body seemed tense, standing like a statue. Luo An noticed Chu Jin’s hand at his side. It was tightly clenched, veins protruding on the back, indicating the force of his grip.
Tsk.
Luo An pursed his lips and thought, did he dislike him that much?
If he reacted like this just by being close, what if Luo An accidentally kissed him one day? Would Chu Jin beat him to a pulp?
This thought startled Luo An as soon as it crossed his mind.
Damn! Luo An deeply regretted not thinking of such an effective way to torment Chu Jin before.
Luo An felt like he’d missed out on a billion-dollar idea, his heart aching.
But…
It might not be too late now?
Luo An’s gaze slowly moved upward, finally resting on Chu Jin’s tightly pressed lips.
“Achoo!”
Chu Jin, who had been reading with lowered eyes, suddenly sneezed.
Startled, Luo An quickly averted his gaze, feeling guilty. He coughed twice, glancing here and there.
Luo An could almost reflexively recall how Chu Jin would call his name in a deep voice when angry.
“Luo An!” Luo An mimicked Chu Jin’s tone in his mind, “Move aside!”
But no matter how long he waited, Chu Jin didn’t speak.
Luo An belatedly remembered that Chu Jin couldn’t see him.
Feeling an indescribable emotion, Luo An turned away, losing his playful mood.
Luo An had only meant to glance around casually, but his gaze halted when he saw Chu Jin’s desk.
In the past, Chu Jin’s desk had always been full of books, mostly related to economics and company operations. But today, Luo An noticed several books he’d never seen before.
“Records of the Strange Tales,” “Records of Soul Summoning,” “Soul, Come Back,” “On Souls”…
Luo An frowned deeply, floating to the bookshelf.
The books on the desk were within Chu Jin’s reach, indicating that these were the books he had been reading recently. The top book had slightly curled edges, suggesting Chu Jin had read it many times. Luo An could see scattered notes in the curled pages.
But… why was Chu Jin reading these?
Luo An’s heart tightened, and he looked at Chu Jin more carefully.
Actually, when he first saw Chu Jin today, Luo An had noticed he seemed thinner. Dark circles shadowed Chu Jin’s eyes, as if he was extremely exhausted but forcing himself to stay alert. Initially, Luo An had thought it was just due to Chu Jin’s busy work schedule, but now—
Could it be related to him?
Author’s Note:
Luo Luo: Let’s get close and annoy Xiao Chu!
Chu Jin: (Starry-eyed) Really? (≧▽≦*)
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