Chapter 1106: Gentle Neighbor's Drama Queen Sweetheart 34

But Zhou Yao's progress here wasn't so smooth.

Originally, feelings gradually warmed up; Zhou Yao step by step slowly approached Xu You, and could also feel that Xu You could indeed see his thoughts, responding with an indulgent attitude.

This undoubtedly gave Zhou Yao courage; sometimes he would deliberately fetch wine, get drunk, then dazedly go to the study to ask Xu You for a hug, hugging and hugging, only to be enticed by Xu You into being unable to stop; Zhou Yao ultimately had no love experience, and a single kiss could make him happy for a long time.

Later, simple kisses gradually developed into something deeper.

Specifically, he would press Xu You, who was reading documents, onto the chair to kiss, wrap his waist and lean in, ambiguously rubbing, causing a shudder.

Xu You indulged everything, also fully cooperating and enjoying.

But Zhou Yao always felt something was off; even without any love experience, he could sense it.

Until one day, by chance, Xu You's father, now the head of the Xu Group, came to the door.

Completely disregarding that Zhou Yao was still at home, he gave Xu You a stern scolding.

"The current Zhou Yao is just a copy of Xue Yuanjing—has nothing, only youth and looks; what good is that?"

"Do you really want to waste another five years on someone? With Xue Yuanjing before, how dare you still be with someone like this?"

Zhou Yao stood outside the study, separated by a wall, hearing everything clearly.

But he did not retreat; he only wanted to know Xu You's attitude.

Immediately afterward, Zhou Yao heard the most suffocating words of his life.

"What are you saying, Dad? Who's the clueless one who tattled on you? I'm not with him."

Xu You's tone remained lazy, as if ever since breaking up with Xue Yuanjing, he had always been indifferent to everything.

"It's just letting him stay at my place; don't jump to conclusions, I have no intention of making a big fuss."

Xu You's father's tone softened a bit, seeming quite satisfied with his son's attitude of treating people as playthings, as long as he didn't develop feelings, it wouldn't affect the year.

What else they said, Zhou Yao couldn't hear clearly; his mind seemed to have automatically blocked out the voice that could suffocate him.

Does Xu You not like him, just using him as a pastime?

Zhou Yao finally understood what had seemed strange before: Xu You had never taken the initiative.

The one who, because of his feelings, was anxious and gains-and-losses, wanting to meet and hug every day, was him, not Xu You.

Xu You really just passively accepted, but that was all.

Not long after, Xu's father left, still not giving him a proper look.

Zhou Yao entered the study, no longer having the previous joy and delight, actually appearing somewhat at a loss.

Xu You lifted his eyes to look at him, also able to understand that just now he should have heard everything.

He watched Zhou Yao come over and sit down, close by, hearing Zhou Yao's voice hoarse.

"I really like you."

Xu You stroked his face, expression showing no joy or anger, also a bit less indulgent.

"Why must you spell it out? Wouldn't it be better as before?"

So Xu You truly never thought about advancing the relationship; he merely wanted to stay in the ambiguous stage.

Just as he told his father earlier.

Zhou Yao's tone had sunk to the extreme; he gripped Xu You's arm, eyes deep, "I like you."

"Mm-hmm."

Xu You chuckled, didn't pull away his hand, just stared at Zhou Yao's youthful, handsome face.

"Then how much of it is genuine?"

"Jin Chen had you approach me to completely get rid of Xue Yuanjing, hasn't your mission already been completed?"

"Or do you think I can't find out?"

Zhou Yao's heart and mind were shaken, inevitably recalling what Boss Jin had said a few days earlier.

As it turned out, Xu You really already knew everything.

He could hardly wait, his eye sockets reddening, the deep feeling between his brows almost turning substantive.

"I've already resigned…… You-ge."

"Approaching with a purpose is your true self, but liking you is also true."

Zhou Yao slowly lowered his head, voice hoarse to the extreme, a deep sense of powerlessness sweeping over his whole body.

Inside the study, a long silence.

Xu You rubbed his hair, "Alright, go out."

"No."

Zhou Yao stubbornly wanted to prove something, he leaned forward and embraced Xu You's waist, tone serious, "Not wanting to go further is fine; then I'll just stay with you."

"Until you need a boyfriend."

The motion of rubbing his hair paused; Xu You wrapped both arms around his shoulders, lightly lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Don't think so far ahead; it's good for both you and me."

He yawned, his head leaning into Zhou Yao's embrace, emphasizing laziness.

"I'm sleepy, hold me to sleep."

But the tamed wolf-dog turned fierce, this sleep also wasn't peaceful.

Zhou Yao seemed both lacking security, his actions on the bed fierce and brutal, his usual purity still present, his eye sockets still red, yet oddly made one feel soft-hearted.

Extreme frenzy, as if wanting to vent something.

Xu You, however, still went along with him, didn't shout in pain, and when pleased would utter a couple of praises to encourage.

But the more this happened, the more Zhou Yao felt this was using him as a comparison.

Tears fell pattering, flowing onto Xu You's shoulder and neck; nobody seemed to mind, only the violent wind and rain.

After a sleep, he woke up.

Zhou Yao discovered the room was empty.

Xu You left a note by the bedside, and also a check.

"Go to class, pocket money."

Zhou Yao: "……"

Looking left and right, pocket money always looks like another two words, "prostitution fees."

Zhou Yao felt deflated, didn't take the check, dejectedly got up, took a shower, grabbed his notebook and went to school.

Near graduation, there are many things happening at school, but few classes; they're all lectures about job guidance, and unfortunately they're tied to credits.

Nobody wants to be short on credits at the end; even if you don't want to go, you have to.

Zhou Yao sat in the large lecture hall, the air-conditioning blew cold, but it wasn't as cold as his heart.

The two roommates looked at each other, wondering why they always felt this kid was heartbroken.

Xu You at the company wasn't very carefree either.

The more he tried to save face last night, the more his waist hurts today.

Sitting in the soft chair still feels uncomfortable everywhere; this kid lacks skill, but has brute strength.

Xu You finished signing a set of documents, then instinctively leaned back, habitually went to reply to messages.

But it was already approaching afternoon, yet he still hadn't received a message from Zhou Yao.

The chat interface ended yesterday afternoon; Zhou Yao said he wanted to start looking for an internship, planned to start his own business, and he symbolically replied with two words: "Go for it."

Xu You hissed, didn't see the screen full of nagging, still somewhat unaccustomed, instinctively clicked on Zhou Yao's profile, and saw he had updated a moment.

Happiness and unhappiness.

A very strange sentence, no picture, incomprehensible.

Xu You thought for a while, still didn't understand, once again deeply felt the generation gap, turned off his phone and lay down to rest.