He Fang hadn’t left the house in a very, very long time.
He was just socially anxious. He didn’t like interacting with people, but it wasn’t that he was completely unwilling to go out. If there were no one outside at all, He Fang wouldn’t mind going out.
But in this crowded age, it was impossible to go outside without seeing a single person, even in the middle of the night. And now with food delivery, couriers, and property services being so convenient, he eventually chose to spend a bit more money just to stay holed up at home.
And now, the most fundamental reason for his fear of going out was simply that it had been too long since he last did. After staying indoors for so long, and with his social anxiety piled on top, he had developed a very obvious fear of stepping outside.
He Fang opened his wardrobe, trying to find something suitable to wear out. He was looking for something as plain as possible. Not too shabby, not too eye-catching. Something that would make him blend in with the surroundings.
But the moment he thought about going outside, He Fang was suddenly filled with regret. Why on earth had he impulsively agreed to the deliveryman’s suggestion?
He hated going out so much. He was terrified of crowded places. And the place they were going wasn’t some quiet street corner with no one around—it was a restaurant. That was basically asking for trouble.
He Fang regretted it. He just wanted to back out right now. Wasn’t it just a sentence? Just say he didn’t want to go. Wouldn’t that be fine?
He didn’t even care if the food lost a bit of its texture after sitting out. As long as the flavor was there, wasn’t that enough? He Fang suddenly flopped down hard onto the bed. He felt like he was falling apart. Why had he agreed to such a terrifying idea?
He had truly been captivated by the deliveryman’s face. In the end, he just couldn’t resist the temptation of that devastatingly beautiful appearance. Now, he was going to pay the price for his weakness for beauty.
The deliveryman was taking a shower now. Thankfully, because he had worn an apron, he hadn’t gotten his clothes too dirty. There was no way he could wear He Fang’s clothes, though. Their body types were way too different.
The deliveryman’s figure was probably what a normal adult male’s build was supposed to be like. He Fang thought about it for a second, then felt like that wasn’t quite right. Maybe, possibly, probably… the deliveryman’s figure was actually exceptionally good.
The deliveryman opened the bathroom door and walked out, still dripping wet. He had casually wrapped a towel around his waist—a towel, not a bath towel—and was roughly drying his hair with the new towel He Fang had given him. His movements were so aggressive that his once-smooth hair was now a complete mess. From beneath the towel, he lifted his gaze and looked straight at He Fang, who was lying on the bed.
He Fang happened to turn around and look at him at the same time.
He Fang: “……”
Even though he already knew the deliveryman had something of an exhibitionist streak, this… this was really just a towel around his waist, not even a proper bath towel. And since He Fang was on the bed, from his angle, he could vaguely make out the contours underneath that barely-covering towel. It was hardly concealed at all. He was completely stunned.
The deliveryman was still drying his hair. When he noticed He Fang’s gaze, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved into a mischievous smile. Under He Fang’s dazed stare, he suddenly reached out and yanked the towel from his waist.
He Fang gave a jolt, whipping his head around so fast it was a miracle he didn’t snap his neck. Thankfully, he hadn’t seen anything!
“Hahahahahahahahahaha—” The deliveryman’s hearty laughter echoed through He Fang’s tiny rented apartment.
He Fang felt like his face was burning. His heart was full of disbelief.
He’d never had friends, but he’d lived in dorms before. He could say with absolute certainty: this deliveryman’s personality was not normal!
Just look how happy he was laughing!
He Fang’s scalp tingled. Hearing the sound behind him now, there was absolutely no way he dared turn his head back.
“Ai, customer, you’re so shy. Whatever you’ve got, I’ve got too. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” The deliveryman was still tossing out teasing remarks with total ease. He Fang felt like his head was going to explode.
He bit down on his lower lip and refused to say a word. He just knew that if he opened his mouth now, the guy would absolutely mess with him for fun. He wasn’t a match at all for someone with such an outrageously extroverted personality.
Sometimes, He Fang would wonder if the deliveryman didn’t have any friends because he was just too familiar, too quick to get close, and lacked any sense of boundaries. But it was only a passing thought. After all, someone without friends had no right to imagine what people with friends were thinking.
“Customer, are you looking for clothes to wear out? You really don’t have many clothes, huh? Why does it feel like most of these are pajamas?” The deliveryman was already rummaging through his clothes.
He Fang had a very typical “standard guy” kind of personality. He never had a lot of clothes to begin with—just a few that he rotated through. As long as they were clean, it was fine. The few items he had brought with him when he “ran away from home” were already enough to get him through spring, summer, fall, and winter. And since he never went out, there was no reason to buy new clothes.
“Mm, if you don’t know what to wear… then this one.” The deliveryman casually tossed a shirt onto He Fang’s bed, then followed with a pair of pants. “Customer, you really have too few clothes.”
He Fang blinked, sat up, but still didn’t look at the deliveryman. That exhibitionist hadn’t even put on a shirt yet.
“You have a lot of clothes?” He Fang asked, sounding a bit unconvinced.
But the moment he asked that question, the deliveryman suddenly froze.
He Fang: “…?” He tried hard not to look at the deliveryman’s body and instead focused on his expression.
And then, all of a sudden, the deliveryman came up and grabbed He Fang by the shoulders. His stunningly beautiful face loomed right in front of him. He Fang instinctively wanted to push him away, but then saw the devastated look on his face, and froze.
“Customer, have you really never noticed what I wear?”
He Fang’s social anxiety flared up, but he didn’t have the courage to react. Seeing the deliveryman looking like he was about to cry, he hurriedly tried to look away. “Just… your delivery uniform…”
“But I definitely wear different clothes underneath the uniform! I can’t just wear the delivery uniform with nothing under it. Didn’t you ever notice that I always have really nice clothes underneath?”
He Fang: “……”
The deliveryman looked utterly devastated. He stammered as he asked, “Then—then that time I wore the red floral collar to make my face stand out more, you didn’t notice?”
He Fang: “……” Guiltily glanced toward the lower left corner.
The deliveryman’s expression began turning to panic. “Then—then that time I wore the deep V-neck, did you at least see my beautiful collarbones?”
He Fang: “……” Guiltily looked toward the upper right corner.
The deliveryman’s expression gradually turned deranged. “Then when I came just to see you, every time I wore really nice, brand-new clothes—don’t tell me, don’t tell me you…”
He Fang, overwhelmed by the pressure, let out a hiccup.
He had been looking at the deliveryman.
But honestly, he was just a boy who didn’t really pay attention to how people dressed.
The most he ever noticed about the deliveryman’s look… was that earring he wore.
The rest… the rest… he really hadn’t paid attention at all.
“You… every time…” He Fang’s gaze drifted again to the lower left corner, unable to bring himself to meet the deliveryman’s eyes, his guilt plain as day. “Every time you came to see me… You dressed up carefully?”
The deliveryman looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Of course! Customer, you’re my best friend! Of course, I wanted to show my best clothes to a friend!”
He Fang: “……”
Suddenly, He Fang felt incredibly guilty.
Had the deliveryman put in so much effort just for him?
The deliveryman stared at He Fang with pitiful eyes. Then, with an aggrieved expression, he started to cry.
That unbelievably beautiful face looked even more stunning when it cried. The glistening tears were like dewdrops clinging to a narcissus flower, falling one by one.
“S-sorry…” He Fang immediately panicked, completely flustered. He even forgot about his social anxiety and, without thinking, reached out to gently wipe away the other’s aggrieved tears with his fingers. The deliveryman cried so easily. How could he start crying over such a tiny little thing? But then, He Fang suddenly froze.
A tiny thing?
Maybe it seemed like a small matter to him, but for the deliveryman, perhaps he’d built up all that hope, wanting recognition and attention… and that’s why he dressed up each time. And yet He Fang had thoughtlessly dismissed it as “just a little thing”…
“It’s my fault.” He Fang pressed his lips together, immediately reflecting on his own arrogance. “Tonight, dinner’s on me. As… as an apology.”
He Fang had originally been trying to come up with some excuse to renegotiate the whole going-out plan, but now, he felt that if he refused again, he’d just completely crush the deliveryman’s heart. He couldn’t do that.
“Are you really reflecting on it?” The deliveryman looked at him carefully, as if still suspicious.
He Fang scratched at his cheek awkwardly and nodded. “I am reflecting… um… could you… maybe… put on your clothes first…”
“Are you really reflecting?” The deliveryman’s eyes were still full of doubt.
He Fang choked up, ruffled his own hair in frustration, then turned his gaze away. Finally, he muttered, “Um… even though… even though…”
He needed to compliment him.
He Fang cheered himself on silently, determined to say something nice to praise the deliveryman.
Since he cared so much about how he looked in clothes, then if he was going to compliment him, the words should be…
“No matter what you wear, I… I… I…” Having never said sweet words in his life, He Fang stuttered halfway through. Under the deliveryman’s sparkling, hopeful gaze, his scalp tingled. As if being shoved onto a stage, he blurted out, “I’ll… I’ll always look at you properly… You’ve always… always… always looked… very… very good…”
He Fang’s voice got quieter and quieter, until by the end, it was practically leaking out through his clenched teeth.
But then, something completely unexpected happened.
The deliveryman suddenly stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
To He Fang, the deliveryman was way too big. When he came in for the hug, He Fang felt like he was almost being crushed. He couldn’t even breathe.
“Thank you, customer. Ahh, I’m so happy.” The deliveryman’s embrace was far too overwhelming for He Fang. With his arms stretched awkwardly out and his head resting against the other’s shoulder, he had no choice but to stare up at the ceiling.
It had been a long, long time. So long that He Fang couldn’t even remember what a hug felt like. And yet, from this deliveryman, he was receiving a hug from his best friend.
A joyful hug.
Maybe because he had just taken a shower and the room was a bit chilly, the deliveryman’s body felt cool to the touch. But the moment they embraced, everywhere they touched began to warm up rapidly.
He Fang could feel him rubbing against him, full of happiness. He Fang hesitated for a long time before finally raising a hand and patting the smooth, bare back of the deliveryman. “Put… put on your clothes first. It’s cold…”
“Okay~” The deliveryman responded so obediently it was almost unbelievable, immediately standing up to go get dressed.
He Fang kept turning his gaze away, refusing to look at the deliveryman getting dressed. But in truth, he was also trying to calm his own rapidly beating heart.
His mind was a complete blank. At the tip of his nose still lingered the scent of the cheap body wash he had bought for himself, now coming off the deliveryman’s body. Yet mixed in with that was a faint, peculiar smell that he couldn’t describe with any words—a light, subtle scent he had no time to properly take in before it slipped away.
“Ah, I feel like I still smell like cooking fumes. I really want to go home, change into a fresh set of clothes, and then go on the date with the customer,” came the deliveryman’s grumbling voice. Only then did He Fang turn his head to look at what the deliveryman was wearing.
He didn’t understand what people meant by “aesthetic” or “matching”, but even so, he could tell that the deliveryman looked genuinely stunning. The deliveryman already had fair skin, but under the contrast of his clothes, he looked as white as porcelain. Broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs. He was the perfect model for any outfit.
All of a sudden, He Fang realized why he hadn’t remembered what the deliveryman was wearing. It was because the deliveryman looked good in absolutely anything. It was like even if he were wrapped in a burlap sack, He Fang would still find him beautiful.
The deliveryman’s hair was still a bit damp, probably because it was long and hadn’t been blow-dried yet. At the moment, it draped over his shoulders, full of moisture. It looked different from the usual sleek softness. In this slightly messy state, it made him seemed a bit more lively and adorable.
“You’re not going to blow-dry your hair?” He Fang asked in a daze.
“It’s fine. Hair doesn’t feel cold anyway. I’ll wear a hat when we go out, and it’ll dry on its own while we’re eating in the restaurant,” the deliveryman replied nonchalantly.
He Fang continued, “There’s a hair dryer in the bathroom. You can take it out and dry your hair.”
“No need, I can’t wait anymore! I didn’t think I’d get to go on a date with a customer. I seriously don’t want to wait even one second longer!” The deliveryman’s excitement was so high that it made He Fang feel strangely guilty.
“But if you go like this, you’ll catch a cold. And if you catch a cold, you won’t be able to work… and then you’ll have to spend money…” He Fang mumbled with his head lowered, his voice so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself. “And… and… I also don’t want… you to catch a cold…”
The deliveryman paused for a moment, then suddenly dashed into the bathroom.
“Blow, blow, blow! I’m absolutely not going out until my hair’s dry! I won’t let the customer keep worrying about me!” The deliveryman looked extremely worked up, blow-drying his hair nonstop, practically wearing his good mood right on his face.
He Fang looked at him and pressed his lips together, realizing that this time, there was no escaping going out.
Then, watching the deliveryman happily blow-drying his hair in the living room, He Fang suddenly closed the bedroom door.
Deliveryman: “?”
He Fang was just about to change clothes when the deliveryman suddenly knocked on the door from outside. “Customer? Customer? Why did you close the door?”
“To change…” He Fang murmured, lips pressed tight.
“Why do you have to close the door to change clothes?” Though the deliveryman sounded confused, he didn’t knock again. While blowing his hair with a steady “whoooo”, he kept talking to He Fang through the door, “Customer, customer, you’re changing in secret with the door closed. Is it because there’s something you don’t want me to see? Could it be that you’re actually a girl? Hehehehe, if the customer turns out to be a girl, then she must be a super, super cute girl, right? Does that mean I’ve been sleeping next to a girl all this time?”
The deliveryman’s mouth just couldn’t stop; he babbled on cheerfully for quite a while. Then suddenly, He Fang opened the door.
The deliveryman immediately went silent.
Standing in the doorway, He Fang appeared before him dressed formally for the first time. As a boy, back in high school and college, He Fang had always favored black clothes, so most of his wardrobe was black. Now, dressed in an all-black outfit, he looked even smaller than usual. His self-trimmed, messy yet oddly stylish hair gave him a surprising touch of cuteness. The overall look was so different from his usual self that the deliveryman momentarily forgot he was in the middle of drying his hair.
“Y-you look… really good. Customer, now that you’re dressed, you look like a whole different person, full of energy and spirit!” The deliveryman praised instinctively.
But He Fang suddenly tugged down his shirt collar, revealing his slender neck. His skin, pale to the point of being sickly from years without sunlight, was so translucent that faint blue veins could be seen underneath. In that moment, the deliveryman even forgot how to speak.
“I have an Adam’s apple…” He Fang lowered his gaze and looked away. “I’m… a man…”
The deliveryman was still holding the hair dryer in his hand, his grip slowly loosening. His eyes were fixed unblinkingly on He Fang, completely frozen, as if he hadn’t registered anything at all.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from the hair dryer. He Fang let go of his collar and looked over. By now, the hair dryer had sucked in a section of the deliveryman’s long hair, yanking out several strands in an instant.
He Fang rushed forward and unplugged the hair dryer immediately. He looked at the deliveryman’s hair. Thankfully, not too much had been caught, but several strands had been forcibly torn out. The air was filled with the burnt smell of scorched hair. Instinctively, He Fang lifted the deliveryman’s long hair. Just as he’d thought, several strands had curled and snapped from being pulled.
“Why weren’t you holding it properly? You…” He Fang was a little angry. With hair this beautiful, if it were his, he wouldn’t be able to bear letting it get damaged.
The deliveryman picked up on He Fang’s anger. He seemed to know that He Fang was upset, too. He lowered his head in silence, looking deeply remorseful.
But He Fang’s anger vanished all of a sudden. He didn’t even know why he was getting mad at someone else over that person’s own problem.
“Does it hurt?” He Fang looked at the roots of the deliveryman’s hair, wondering if it had pulled at the scalp.
“It doesn’t hurt. I don’t think any actually ripped out.” The moment the deliveryman heard that He Fang was worried about him, he immediately came back to life, brimming with energy.
“Anyway, just be more careful.” He Fang pulled the deliveryman’s hair free from the hair dryer and tossed the tangled strands into the trash, then plugged the cord back in. “You… turn your back to me…”
He Fang decided to blow-dry the deliveryman’s hair himself, properly.
The deliveryman’s expression could only be described as pleasantly surprised. He looked especially happy.
He immediately sat down obediently on the small stool, waiting for He Fang to blow-dry his hair. His behavior is no different from that of a well-behaved elementary school student following a teacher’s instructions.
When He Fang saw the golden hair in front of him, he suddenly felt a little dazed.
He reached out to touch those golden locks, his fingers trembling slightly—something even he didn’t notice.
Even though he had already shared a bed with the deliveryman before, such close physical contact while fully conscious was still rare. What’s more, it was usually the deliveryman who initiated things. This was the first time He Fang had reached out to touch the other person of his own accord while they were both fully awake.
The deliveryman’s hair was already half-dry. When touched, it still felt a bit cool. Maybe because it was long, it had some weight in the hand. But his hair was truly like silk, perfectly smooth and straight, and incredibly pleasant to the touch.
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