Ding Yixin chuckled and finally grasped Rong Xingyu’s playful little hand in his own, weaving his fingers between Rong Xingyu’s so their ten fingers were tightly intertwined.
He blew a soft breath into Rong Xingyu’s ear and asked in a low voice, "What were you looking at just now?"
Rong Xingyu felt a tickle in his ear and couldn’t help but laugh, shifting slightly to the side.
He nestled further into Ding Yixin’s arms, shaking his head lightly.
"And what was Yuyu thinking just now?"
Hearing the indulgent tone in Ding Yixin’s voice, Rong Xingyu fell silent for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.
He recounted everything that had happened in the dorm yesterday to Ding Yixin, including how Pan Yinhu had completely torn off the facade and how the dormitory relationships were now irreparably broken.
Ding Yixin watched Rong Xingyu intently and lowering his head to listen patiently.
A faint smile played across his face, though he slightly furrowed his brows when Rong Xingyu mentioned going with Ye Shiyuan to the campus security office to check the surveillance footage.
As Rong Xingyu spoke, he felt a growing heaviness in his chest, a sensation he couldn’t quite describe and his tone grew noticeably downcast.
Seeing Rong Xingyu’s delicate brows furrow, Ding Yixin gently rubbed the space between them with his fingertips, smoothing out the tension.
When Rong Xingyu lifted his head to look at him, Ding Yixin smiled warmly.
He leaned closer, bringing his face near Rong Xingyu’s, his low voice carrying a teasing, almost hypnotic tone, "Kiss me, and I’ll give you the evidence you want."
"Ah?"
Rong Xingyu blinked his eyes and staring at Ding Yixin in shock, "Evidence?"
Could it really be...?
Ding Yixin’s eyes sparkled even more and he raised an eyebrow, teasing again, "The evidence you need."
"Th-This... is possible?" Rong Xingyu’s eyes widened even further.
Though he found it unbelievable, Ding Yixin’s words made him certain that the evidence truly existed.
How could it be done!? Surely he wasn’t expected to produce it on the spot!
After enduring a series of reincarnations, transmigrations, and other fantastical experiences, Rong Xingyu’s mind that was trained to be rational and materialistic in his past life, suddenly began spiraling toward an absurd direction.
"You... you don’t have some kind of magic, do you?" Rong Xingyu asked hesitantly, "Or maybe... some kind of deity or immortal?"
Help! What nonsense was he even saying!?
The moment he finished speaking, Rong Xingyu immediately regretted it.
After all, he had been educated for so many years, how could he have such a childish thought?
He raised his hand to cover his flushed face.
As expected, with his eyes closed, Rong Xingyu could still hear Ding Yixin laughing softly twice.
Rong Xingyu: ...
But words, once spoken, are like spilled water, they cannot be taken back.
Feeling utterly exasperated, Rong Xingyu continued to nestle in Ding Yixin’s arms, his face burning with embarrassment, and glared at him sharply, "You’re not allowed to laugh anymore!"
Ding Yixin coughed lightly, finally suppressing the smile on his face.
But his gaze still made Rong Xingyu’s cheeks heat up.
Ding Yixin leaned in closer and lightly brushing the tip of his nose against Rong Xingyu’s.
"Then Yuyu will just have to bribe the deity, right?"
The color in Ding Yixin’s eyes seemed to deepen and Rong Xingyu saw his own reflection mirrored in them.
He said, "Yuyu, kiss me."
Rong Xingyu could feel Ding Yixin’s slightly scorching breath, the two of their breaths intertwining with each other.
He looked at Ding Yixin, and as if being bewitched, he slowly lifted his head.
Rong Xingyu braced his hands on Ding Yixin’s thighs and pushed his body upward a little.
Under Ding Yixin’s gaze that seemed capable of drowning a person, Rong Xingyu did not need a mirror to know that his face must already have been completely flushed.
In the end, Rong Xingyu still turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ding Yixin’s lips.
It was a fleeting touch.
After kissing him, Rong Xingyu wanted to retreat quickly.
But at that very moment, Ding Yixin suddenly reached out and cupped the back of Rong Xingyu’s head, leaving him no way to pull back.
Then Rong Xingyu widened his eyes, only able to watch as Ding Yixin, as if dissatisfied with that dragonfly-light kiss just now, leaned in and kissed him with a hint of dominance.
In Rong Xingyu’s eyes, Ding Yixin’s movements seemed to slow down, until a clear sensation finally reached Rong Xingyu’s lips.
Then his lips were unexpectedly nipped lightly by Ding Yixin.
"Hiss..." Rong Xingyu could not help but inhale sharply and a faint sheen of moisture rippling in his dark bright eyes.
"Yuyu, focus."
Ding Yixin’s voice was somewhat hoarse, and without realizing it, Rong Xingyu closed his eyes, letting Ding Yixin lead him into this kiss.
He could clearly hear the sounds produced by the entanglement of lips and tongues, and the tips of Rong Xingyu’s ears reddened.
He felt that his mouth was a little dry and, out of shyness, he wanted to lick his lips.
But Rong Xingyu forgot that their lips were still pressed together in an intimate way, so this action of his instead felt like he was coaxingly licking Ding Yixin’s lips.
As a result, after Ding Yixin froze for just a moment, what Rong Xingyu received was a sudden storm-like onslaught.
There were even a few seconds where Rong Xingyu had the illusion that he was about to faint.
By the time this long kiss finally ended, Rong Xingyu leaned against Ding Yixin’s chest, his breathing a little unsteadily and looking somewhat dazed, the corners of his eyes also flushed red and already damp.
Just as Rong Xingyu was still calming his breathing, he heard Ding Yixin who was holding him in his arms speak softly: "This time, just rely on me a little, Yuyu."
"..."
Rong Xingyu also lifted his hands and hugged Ding Yixin back, his face nuzzling affectionately against Ding Yixin’s chest like a small animal.