Fang Yanliang's house was big, with many guest rooms.

　　Staying in a guest room for the night wouldn't be much different from sleeping in my own bedroom.

　　I tried to think this way, but my thoughts couldn't help but wander.

　　Especially because Fang Yanliang, who used to be my unattainable idol, was now attentively busy for me.

　　"The slippers are here.

　　They might be a bit big.

　　The toiletries are all new, feel free to use them.

　　If you need anything, just let me know," he paused, and his cheeks suspiciously turned a faint red.

　　"If you need a change of clothes, you might need to tell me your size so I can have someone bring them over." As he finished this sentence slowly, his ears had already turned completely red.

　　Infecting me, I also felt a bit embarrassed.

　　He continued, "Alternatively, you can send the information to Ferry and have her send someone over." "Okay," I nodded.

　　After taking a shower, it was still early, and it felt a bit strange to go back to our rooms separately.

　　So, the two of us snuggled on the sofa in the living room and watched TV.

　　Fang Yanliang's house had a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and at this moment, the curtains were wide open.

　　I couldn't help but think of how some celebrities' love affairs were exposed because they forgot to close the curtains, so I asked him, "Should we close the curtains?" He hesitated for a moment but agreed.

　　Only when the curtains closed automatically did I realize why he hesitated.

　　In this closed space, there were only the two of us.

　　The atmosphere suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

　　I cleared my throat and shifted my attention, saying, "Let's watch a movie." "Okay." In the end, we chose a youth campus movie starring Fang Yanliang and Ruan He.

　　Many fans shipped them as a couple because of this movie.

　　On screen, a beautiful young girl boldly expressed her love to a cold and handsome young boy.

　　That passionate and brave expression of love was something I had never experienced.

　　I was moved by the movie and couldn't help but say sourly, "You two look good together." "Do we?" he asked.

　　"Yes," I said, "Many people ship you two as a couple.

　　Poetry also watched this movie and almost became a shipper." "Then why isn't she?" Because she's my best friend; I can't betray the organization.

　　I silently answered in my heart.

　　Fang Yanliang looked into my eyes and suddenly said, "Su Zhi, have you ever liked me?" I didn't say anything.

　　He said, "Otherwise, explain the 'husband' label." I replied in an annoyed tone, "I don't want to explain." Afraid that he would pursue the matter, I tightly held onto the pillow and continued, "Besides, that's all in the past.

　　I don't like you anymore." "Is that so?" he said, "But I thought you used to like Xing Liang." I was stunned.

　　He said, "In the first year of high school, I heard with my own ears that you said you liked Xing Liang." "How is that possible?" I answered like this.

　　He said, "At that time, you were walking with a girl, and that girl asked if you liked me, and you said you liked Xing Liang." I suddenly remembered.

　　That girl was Zhou Ruoyun, a proud and beautiful girl, just like the female lead in a movie.

　　She was bold enough to pursue Fang Yanliang, and she was determined to succeed.

　　She may have noticed my feelings for Fang Yanliang, so she stopped me on the way home from school and asked if I was interested in Fang Yanliang.

　　But at that moment, I happened to see Fang Yanliang walking next to me.

　　How could I dare to say I was interested in him? Especially in front of such an outstanding girl.

　　I caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye and casually said, "I don't like him, I like Xing Liang." In my heart, a sense of desolation suddenly arose.

　　Desolation for my cowardice and timidity.

　　"You don't like Xing Liang, do you?" Fang Yanliang asked like this.

　　I didn't know how to answer.

　　If I said I didn't like him, then what did that "I like Xing Liang" from before mean? "You and Xing Liang attend the same university, study at the same graduate school, is it just a coincidence?" he asked again.

　　In my silence, he spoke up, "Actually, you never really liked him." I suddenly woke up, "How do you know that I am studying at the same university as him?"