Orange Storm chapter 64

Grown-ups Don’t Write Love Letters

As if on reflex, Fang Xing stood up from the floor with a “whoosh,” accidentally bumping into the coffee table and startling the nearby cat, Tang Yuan. Ignoring the cat, Fang Xing took a few steps to Jiang Zhijin’s side, subconsciously reaching for the letters. Jiang Zhijin clicked his tongue lightly, tilting his head to look at Fang Xing.

Meeting Jiang Zhijin’s ambiguous gaze, Fang Xing’s hand hesitated on its way to grab the letters.

“I can explain this.” Fang Xing withdrew his hand with a sigh.

“Oh.” Jiang Zhijin smiled, neither angry nor showing any emotion on his face, gesturing towards the adjacent seat. “Explain it while sitting here.”

Fang Xing sat down next to Jiang Zhijin. Jiang Zhijin glanced at the letters in his hand, quickly counted them—five in total. He smiled, not bothering to read them, and placed the letters back into Fang Xing’s backpack as they were. Then, he turned to face Fang Xing.

“Explain it, Fang Xing.”

“It was on Christmas Eve. Someone placed these letters on my desk when I wasn’t around. I didn’t know who sent them, and in the heat of the moment, I didn’t want to throw them away. I was also in a hurry that day… so, I brought them home.”

Fang Xing explained and added, “It’s true.”

“I didn’t say you were lying.” Jiang Zhijin raised an eyebrow, thoroughly enjoying the situation. He found it amusing to tease Fang Xing.

Fang Xing glanced at him, “You…”

He said just one word, but he couldn’t help but smile, pausing for a moment before continuing, “Are you jealous?”

Jiang Zhijin was initially taken aback, then he smiled.

Fang Xing, a good-looking and somewhat cool academic achiever, wasn’t supposed to be unpopular at school. While Jiang Zhijin didn’t feel jealous of a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-olds, he found it amusing to see Fang Xing nervously explaining. However, seeing Fang Xing’s slightly nervous yet happy expression, Jiang Zhijin burst into laughter and leaned back on the sofa.

“Yeah, extremely jealous. I can almost smell the sourness in the air later.”

Fang Xing didn’t say anything, just turned his head and smiled into the air.

“But it’s quite interesting. I thought only in our generation did we write love letters when we were young.” Jiang Zhijin laughed and sighed, “Youth is indeed a wonderful thing.”

As if he were already seventy or eighty years old. Fang Xing looked at him, then suddenly asked, “Did you write love letters when you were in a relationship before?”

Jiang Zhijin turned to look at Fang Xing. The latter was staring at him steadily, looking quite focused.

“No, but if we’re talking about jealousy, there’s a sequence to follow, right?” Jiang Zhijin was on the verge of bursting into laughter. He lifted his fingers and lightly flicked Fang Xing’s forehead. “Now, it’s my turn to interrogate you. Be honest.”

Fang Xing couldn’t help but smile. He relaxed his body, lying on the sofa just like Jiang Zhijin, resting his head against the sofa cushion.

“I’m not jealous. I’m just curious… Well, maybe a little.”

He looked at Jiang Zhijin, who was lying on the sofa, laughing, and felt his ears heat up.

“Just a bit. Mainly out of curiosity… Well, fine, a little bit.”

“You’re really cunning, cool guy.” Jiang Zhijin teasingly said, “I’ve never written one.”

“Adults don’t write love letters.”

Fang Xing turned to look at him and asked, “So, what do grown-ups in a relationship do?…”

It was dusk, and the golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, casting a shallow golden glow. It happened to fall on Jiang Zhijin’s body and side profile. He was wearing a light beige knitted sweater, and in the sunlight, he looked lazy and clean. His eyelashes were lit up by the golden light, appearing fluffy.

Fang Xing’s throat suddenly felt tight. He was silent for a few seconds, and after a while, he continued asking softly as if whispering, “…what do they do?”

At that moment, the sun was setting, and the warm golden light enveloped the two, creating a cozy atmosphere in the living room.

Jiang Zhijin looked at him for a few seconds without saying anything, then slightly hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled.

When Fang Xing suddenly leaned over, the speed was quite fast, even though Jiang Zhijin was somewhat prepared, he was still startled. He instinctively supported Fang Xing’s waist, afraid that he might accidentally roll off the sofa.

“Hey—” Jiang Zhijin couldn’t help but laugh. “You must be a dog zodiac sign.”

This tone was like teasing a child. Fang Xing frowned, leaned over, and gently whispered in Jiang Zhijin’s ear, “Shut up, don’t talk.”

Amazing, Xiao Xing, daring to tell me to shut up —

This sentence only existed in Jiang Zhijin’s mind and had not been spoken out yet.

Because the next second, Fang Xing had pressed down, kissing him on the lips.

Fang Xing didn’t have much kissing experience. The previous time when he kissed Jiang Zhijin while drunk was his first kiss. This time, it was still not proficient. First, he gently rubbed against the corners of Jiang Zhijin’s mouth, like the probing of some small animal, making Jiang Zhijin feel a bit ticklish and uncontrollably wanting to laugh.

But when Fang Xing’s tongue explored in, Jiang Zhijin’s heart couldn’t help but slow down.

Fang Xing’s breath was hot, and when it sprayed onto Jiang Zhijin’s skin, it felt like it carried a flame, one after another. Jiang Zhijin supported Fang Xing’s waist with one hand, guarding against him getting too excited and falling off the sofa. The other hand was placed on the back of his head, gently pressing it down, making the two of them stick closer.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing. Tang Yuan, sleeping not far away, was probably startled by the movements of these two and silently observed this shameless pair hugging each other.

But now these two shameless people clearly didn’t care about it. Fang Xing’s mind was a bit muddled, even though it was winter, he felt like his whole body was as hot as if he had been burned, feeling a bit dizzy. He couldn’t help but get a little closer to Jiang Zhijin.

Between the entwined lips and tongues Jiang Zhijin suddenly smiled.

He tilted back a bit, glanced down at Fang Xing’s lower body, and, in the gap between kisses, vaguely spoke.

“So, is this what young people do?”

…This guy is so annoying. At this time, he still has time to mock young people. Fang Xing’s hand, originally supporting Jiang Zhijin’s ear, now withdrew and touched down over Jiang Zhijin pants. He also retorted in a muffled voice.

“If you have the guts, don’t be so stiff.”

Jiang Zhijin smiled and said nothing. The hand that was originally placed around Fang Xing’s waist slowly slid down, untied the drawstring of Fang Xing’s sweatpants, and then reached inside.

Fang Xing’s breath paused, he made a muffled groan, then, with the same move, pulled down Jiang Zhijin’s trousers.

In their minds, the sensations were only a bit dizzy, and there was warmth, as if they were immersed in a warm pool. There was also the sensation of skin pressing against each other, with their hands unintentionally moving in a way that couldn’t be expressed in words…

It was chaotic, thrilling, and… pleasurable.

When the two finished, the sun had already set in the living room. Tang Yuan was nowhere to be found; it was probably too lazy to witness the shameless acts of these two during the day. Jiang Zhijin lay on the sofa, and Fang Xing remained motionless on top of him. Occasionally, Fang Xing would lean over to kiss his ear.

“You’re crushing me.” Jiang Zhijin lightly kicked him, “Go get some tissues.”

Fang Xing got up with a smile, took tissues from the coffee table, and handed them to Jiang Zhijin. After both of them tidied up, Fang Xing threw the tissues into the bathroom. When he came out, Jiang Zhijin had already opened the window, lit a cigarette, and had his back turned to Fang Xing. Fang Xing approached, closed his eyes, leaned against his back, and hugged his waist.

“Hey—” Jiang Zhijin was taken by surprise and almost overwhelmed by him. He sighed with a smile, “Can you stand on your own, Xiao Xing?”

“No.” Fang Xing, with his eyes closed, leaned on Jiang Zhijin’s back and quickly replied.

Perhaps due to the recent intimate contact, Fang Xing felt a bit sluggish now and just wanted to stick close to Jiang Zhijin.

“I’m smoking, and you don’t mind the smoke?” Jiang Zhijin sighed, extinguished the cigarette he had just smoked in the ashtray, and let Fang Xing embrace him.

Feeling that he liked a man, and being truly intimate with a man, were different. Fang Xing now felt a bit lazy and a bit disoriented, probably along with a touch of insecurity.

The sun had set, the living room was not lit, and the light was dim. The two leaned together like overlapping shadows.

After a while, Jiang Zhijin finally spoke.

“That’s enough; I’m starving.” He spoke gently, a bit helpless, with a hint of a smile.

“Let go.”

“Call me your boyfriend,” Fang Xing said.

…How childish. This thought only existed in Jiang Zhijin’s mind.

Jiang Zhijin immediately corrected himself, “Let go, boyfriend.”

Fang Xing laughed, kissed Jiang Zhijin’s earlobe, and released his hands.