It would definitely be the deliveryman who came to deliver his food. He Fang was already very used to it. He had once felt fear at the thought that it was always the same person showing up, but now, he felt that if it wasn’t the deliveryman who came, he’d be very disappointed.
After placing the food order, knowing full well that the deliveryman would come, He Fang would always prepare a few small snacks. This had already become a habit.
The weather was gradually getting colder now, and the deliveryman had also changed into a thicker delivery uniform. This kind of clothing didn’t look bulky on him at all. His long hair, however, had now been obediently tied into a braid.
He Fang had once wondered why the deliveryman wore his hair down during the scorching heat, but was now tying it up instead. The other party’s answer was: he loved looking good. Wearing his hair down looked nice. Now, he was tying it up because the wind was strong. It would blow it into a complete mess. In order to ensure his beauty at all times, he had to tie it up.
He Fang felt that the deliveryman’s pursuit of beauty was probably just as pathological as his own social anxiety. But there was nothing wrong with that. The deliveryman certainly had the looks to back it up.
“What did you prepare for me this time?” The deliveryman followed him in directly, poking his head over He Fang’s shoulder to look at what he was holding.
He Fang was briefly stunned. It was a bottled milk tea that he was in the middle of warming up. The temperature wasn’t too high, so he handed it to the deliveryman. “Drink it.”
“Every time I come to the customer’s house, I always gain a little something extra.” The deliveryman picked up the milk tea, removed his gloves, and twisted the bottle cap open. The deliveryman tilted his head back and drank more than half of it in one go. “Mmm, feels good. My body’s warming up, too.”
The deliveryman tucked the remaining half bottle of milk tea into his pocket. He Fang noticed that when he came in, he had even deliberately changed his shoes.
“If you’re in a hurry, you… don’t need to take your shoes off when coming in.” During this period, the deliveryman would drop by from time to time. He Fang had gradually grown used to having him around. Even though he still couldn’t bring himself to look directly at the other’s face, he wasn’t stammering as much when speaking anymore.
“I’m very careful with my customers’ homes, you know.” The deliveryman shrugged, standing where he was, not showing any intention of leaving in a hurry.
“You’re not in a rush to leave?” Weren’t the deliveryman’s other orders supposed to be urgent? Why was he spending so much time here?
“Are you very busy?” The deliveryman tilted his head slightly, and a few strands of golden hair that hadn’t been obediently tied up slipped down along both sides of his face, resting on his shoulders.
He Fang knew the other was looking at him. He lowered his head and looked at the deliveryman’s hands. “Not really.”
The matters within “Ruins Without Restart” might not progress that quickly now, especially with the Library’s involvement. During this period, he had mainly been focused on renovating and constructing within the entire controllable area, as well as handling the primary tasks of resource distribution and development.
“Then… can I stay over tonight?” the deliveryman asked.
“What is it?” He Fang asked, puzzled.
“A new game I just bought recently has arrived, and I can’t wait to play it. It’s a two-player game. I want to play it with the customer.” The deliveryman looked somewhat nervously into He Fang’s eyes.
“Okay.” He Fang had never once refused when the deliveryman wanted to come over and play games. As a game enthusiast, He Fang spent almost all of his time playing games. How could he possibly reject an invitation to play?
“Really?” The deliveryman’s eyes lit up at once.
“Mm.” He Fang nodded. Suddenly, he saw the deliveryman, with a look of delight, directly take out a physical game from his pocket. He Fang blinked in surprise, too. So… he brought it with him? Had he already prepared it in advance?
“Tch.” The deliveryman heard some notification sounds from his phone and clicked his tongue impatiently. “Just said a few words, and they already gave me another order. I didn’t even have time to turn it off.”
“Then go ahead,” He Fang said, taking the game from the other’s hands. He glanced at the information on it. It was a game he hadn’t seen before. Lately, he really hadn’t been keeping up with new releases.
“Then wait for me. I’ll come back after delivering these few orders. Oh, right. Customer, is there anything you want to eat, or something you need me to buy? I can bring it back for you while I’m at it,” the deliveryman said.
He Fang glanced at the takeout sitting on the table and said, “Soy sauce.”
“Okay~” The deliveryman once again changed his shoes at the doorway. Then, as if thinking of something, he turned back and showed He Fang a big smile. “Let’s get some drinks, too. Cola? Milk tea?”
“Hot milk tea.” The weather was getting colder. It was better to drink something warm.
“Alright.” The deliveryman turned and left. He Fang leaned half against the doorframe, watching the deliveryman go.
While waiting for the elevator, the deliveryman unconsciously turned back to glance at He Fang. He saw He Fang leaning against the door, eyes half-squinting as he looked at him. A little timid, yet very peaceful. That look… The deliveryman blinked, suddenly dazed for a moment. Only when the elevator sounded and the doors opened did he wave goodbye to He Fang and leave.
There was someone else in the elevator, also heading down. The deliveryman leaned slightly against the wall of the elevator, eyes full of unhidden joy and happiness.
“Seriously, all day long you just keep stealing the Creator’s orders,” the person beside him suddenly said, followed by a whole stream of grumbling.
The deliveryman didn’t feel anything bad about it at all. In fact, he was quite proud. Just look at those jealous faces. This is exactly what it looks like when people with no ability can only shout about ordinary folks. Ah, who else could be as awesome as he is? Just think about the way the Creator just sent him off at the door. Now, the deliveryman’s mind was filled with the image of a warm little wife seeing her husband off.
Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him. The deliveryman suddenly covered his cheeks, his knees going weak, eyes wide in surprise and half-squinting, but a smile curled up on his lips. A blush spread across his pale skin. He glanced at the person beside him, who was still muttering, the look of pride on his face saying everything without words. He even let out a dramatic, peculiar little sound.
At first, that person hadn’t realized what was going on and just left while cursing under his breath. However, when he got to the entrance and didn’t see the deliveryman’s little scooter, he immediately caught on and looked up toward the rooftop, instantly so angry he could barely stand it.
“If you’ve got the guts to leave half your body in the Creator’s room, then you’ve got the guts to deliver orders on your own two legs!” The man was so furious he nearly exploded, turning around and stomping off with heavy, vengeful steps.
The deliveryman snorted coldly, laughing without a trace of restraint. A blush crept up his cheeks. This was joy flaunted without the slightest hesitation.
Back in the room, He Fang saw the deliveryman’s strange little plush toy—something he treasured dearly—lying on the floor. He picked it up and started fiddling with it in his hand.
The more he looked at it, the weirder it seemed, but the longer he stared, the more he could understand its cuteness. It looked like a little lion’s head—soft and adorable to the touch, just a fluffy little ball. That peculiar texture made it hard to put down, so comfortable to hold. The warmth in his palm, that touch felt completely unique.
“What material is this?” He Fang asked in confusion, turning the little plush over and over, examining it from top to bottom. But he couldn’t find a single seam that a toy should normally have. “What kind of craftsmanship is this?”
It clearly wasn’t rubber either.
He Fang kept feeling like the plush was gradually warming up in his palm. It seemed like it had a built-in temperature-preserving function. All of a sudden, when his fingers touched the body of the little thing, there was a strange sensation, as if he had felt a heartbeat.
He Fang wondered if he was imagining things, full of doubt. But no matter how he touched it again, he couldn’t feel it anymore. Maybe he was just overthinking it. In the end, he carefully placed the little plush upright on the sofa. It alone took up the entire seat.
He Fang looked at the takeout he had ordered. It was roast duck, only enough for one person. Now that the deliveryman was coming over, he couldn’t just casually eat roast duck alone. Treating the roast duck as one dish, he went to steam rice, wash vegetables, and chop ingredients. Everything was prepared. Once the deliveryman brought back the soy sauce, he would make two more dishes.
After he finished everything, He Fang stood in the kitchen, a little dazed. Had he really already gotten used to the deliveryman showing up here from time to time, this quickly?
The deliveryman really came here quite frequently. He Fang already ordered takeout often, and on top of that, the deliveryman would come over every few days to stay the night. As a result, his room basically always had some of the deliveryman’s clothes in it. It wasn’t that they were deliberately prepared. Rather, the deliveryman would always leave things behind here and there in He Fang’s room.
The slippers He Fang had bought were already worn out by the deliveryman, because their foot sizes didn’t match. Left with no other choice, He Fang simply bought a pair online in the deliveryman’s size and kept them by the door. After all, the deliveryman really did come too often.
For someone who was used to living alone, maybe most would be wary of such a loud and casual person trying to barge into their life. He Fang used to think that way, too. He couldn’t allow just anyone to take over his solitary environment.
Yet after the deliveryman appeared, he realized that he wasn’t actually resistant to it. Or rather… he just wasn’t resistant to the deliveryman.
He Fang thought it over again and again. In the end, he attributed the reason to the deliveryman being too good-looking. Honestly, if he had to say it, He Fang felt that even when compared to Yuan Zhiran, the deliveryman could hold his own without question. People always had a special fondness for beautiful things. And besides, the deliveryman had a kind of… very unique aura that made people trust him. It was strange.
He Fang opened a small game to relax and casually played while thinking about the current map of “Ruins Without Restart”, silently considering what parts still needed to be renovated. Now that the prison was complete, and the research institute had been rebuilt, and the military camp had also…
However, after playing for quite a while, He Fang still hadn’t seen anyone return. He was very puzzled. Just as he was about to message the deliveryman, there was a knock at his door.
The only person who ever knocked on his door was the deliveryman. He Fang opened the door. Sure enough, it was the deliveryman, travel-worn, wrapped in the chill of late autumn, rushing straight into He Fang’s room.
He Fang stepped aside to let him in. The deliveryman, holding a bottle of soy sauce, walked in. He Fang shut the door and turned on the heater to warm up the room.
“Go take a shower,” He Fang said. He could feel the cold air clinging to the other’s body, and saw the redness on his cheeks caused by the chill. Letting him warm up first would be best.
“Ok.” The deliveryman nodded at He Fang with a cheerful smile and, right in front of He Fang, began taking off his clothes. He Fang was already used to the deliveryman’s occasional habit of undressing in front of him, so he simply turned his head away and didn’t look.
He Fang looked at the things the deliveryman had bought. Aside from soy sauce, there were also plenty of colas, milk teas, and little snacks—all things He Fang liked. He had never specifically told the deliveryman what kinds of snacks he liked, yet the deliveryman was always able to figure out his taste just from the details. Up to now, many of the snacks the deliveryman brought back were ones He Fang had never seen before, but they still matched his preferences perfectly.
Even He Fang knew that the other party must be especially attentive to him to be able to get all these little details right. Whether it was intentional or not, the deliveryman had kept him in mind and thought about him.
He Fang looked at the items, then cooked cola chicken wings, stir-fried lettuce, cauliflower with meat, and a seaweed egg drop soup. He also plated the roast duck as a dish and set it all on the table.
“Smells so good.” The deliveryman’s eyes sparkled as he wiped his damp hair with a towel and smiled at He Fang.
He Fang glanced at him briefly and then lowered his head, quietly picking at his rice. The deliveryman was never a picky eater. No matter what was made, he would always happily say it was delicious, always so joyful.
People are naturally drawn to those who are happy. He Fang felt that he was lucky. Because of that, he didn’t want to bring any negative emotions to the deliveryman.
When the deliveryman was around, there was hardly ever any leftover food on the table. While cleaning up after the meal, a faint, misty scent of steam brushed past He Fang’s nose. He turned his head slightly and saw that the deliveryman’s hair still wasn’t fully dry.
“Your hair’s still wet.” He Fang noticed that the golden strands were still a bit damp and gave a reminder.
“Customer, don’t you think I look kind of sexy with my hair half-wet like this?” As he spoke, the deliveryman deliberately struck a pose. It looked intentional, but also truly very good-looking. No matter what he did, the deliveryman always seemed especially attractive.
He Fang placed the dishes and bowls into the sink, then turned and went to the bathroom to fetch the hairdryer, standing in front of the small stool.
The deliveryman’s eyes lit up immediately, and he sat down on the small stool with practiced ease. So smooth it was almost second nature, like he had done it countless times before. He half-closed his eyes, waiting for He Fang’s attentive care.
Warm air from the hairdryer drifted between He Fang’s fingers and the deliveryman’s hair. The deliveryman narrowed his eyes in comfort, quietly enjoying this gentleness from He Fang, a tenderness that belonged to him and him alone.
“You’re already really good-looking…” He Fang’s voice wasn’t very loud beneath the sound of the hairdryer, but the deliveryman still caught it precisely. He Fang sighed and said seriously, “No matter what you do, you look good… whether your hair is down or tied up… you always look… really good…”
A faint blush rose to He Fang’s cheeks. He wasn’t good at complimenting people, even if he was just voicing his genuine thoughts; saying them out loud still made him feel shy.
The golden strands of hair slipping through his fingers were incredibly soft.
The deliveryman turned his head, his side profile strikingly beautiful as he looked at He Fang. Then he suddenly said, “Since I look this good, if I ever make you upset in the future, you’ll forgive me for the sake of my looks, okay?”
He Fang’s hand paused. He didn’t quite understand why he said such a strange thing, all of a sudden.
“Why would you make me upset?” Why bring up something so out of the blue?
“When people spend time together, there are always going to be little frictions,” the deliveryman said. “I might hurt you without meaning to. Even if I didn’t mean to, it’d still be real. That’s why I want to make a promise with you in advance.”
His bright eyes seemed to sparkle like the most beautiful stars. His smile was both gentle and sly. “I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, so no matter what happens, please always believe that I would never want to do anything bad to you.”
It was the kind of promise that sounded like something exchanged between people in love, which made He Fang feel a bit strange. But looking at the deliveryman, He Fang could only feel that he was genuinely serious.
He Fang thought for a moment and said, “I won’t make you sad either.”
The corners of the deliveryman’s mouth, already curved upward, lifted even higher. That smile was mysterious. So much so that He Fang couldn’t begin to guess what the deliveryman was thinking at the moment.
The smooth golden waterfall of hair was now completely dry. He Fang was sweating all over from the heat. The air conditioner had been set too high.
“Why don’t you take a shower?” the deliveryman suddenly said.
“Mm?” He Fang blinked in confusion.
“You’re sweating!”
He Fang thought about it, then, worried that he might smell strange and make the deliveryman uncomfortable, he said, “I’ll go take a quick shower.”
He Fang stepped into the bathroom. The deliveryman stood up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but his attention was still focused on the sound of running water from the bathroom.
He Fang stood under the gentle stream of water, not washing his hair. He didn’t want to make the deliveryman wait. Even though the deliveryman liked to stay up all night, he always got some sleep in the morning. For a gaming enthusiast, even one more minute of game time was precious.
“Did you bring any clothes?” the deliveryman suddenly asked from outside.
He Fang froze. “Ah… yes.”
After a while, the deliveryman asked again, “Do you have clean underwear?”
He Fang blinked. “Mm, I do.”
Barely a few seconds passed before the deliveryman spoke up again from outside: “Do you need a hairdryer?”
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