After the Secrets of the Passerby Were Leaked, He Was Cherished by the Entire Family of Antagonists

"Do you understand now?"

Zhang Qiran stared blankly at Song Zhehan, the voice in his ears seeming to come from far away.

Tears blurred his vision, and the figure in front of him became indistinct.

Zhang Qiran felt dizzy, unable to react for a long moment.

It wasn’t until the thumb holding his chin brushed over his lips that Song Zhehan's slightly impatient voice rang out, "Did you hear me clearly? And you say you're not a fool?"

The disconnected tears finally stopped, and Zhang Qiran could see Song Zhehan's expression clearly.

They were so close that Zhang Qiran could even feel their breaths intertwining. When he slightly lifted his eyes, they met Song Zhehan’s gaze—

It was a gaze that hid no emotions, a side of Song Zhehan rarely shown to others.

Zhang Qiran didn’t even need to try to interpret it; the raw emotions in those eyes shocked him, making his heart race wildly.

In the next moment, those eyes lowered slightly, and Zhang Qiran clearly saw Song Zhehan lean in. His slightly cool lips gently enveloped his own.

Zhang Qiran was startled. "You—"

"You can open your mouth, but don't say anything."

Before Zhang Qiran could respond, a deep kiss overtook him.

Their breaths mingled, lips and teeth entwined.

The pounding in Zhang Qiran's chest became even more alarming.

A tear slid down from the corner of his eye.

Taking advantage of a brief pause for breath, Zhang Qiran's trembling voice asked, "Are you... sure you're not lying to me?"

Song Zhehan’s thumb gently stroked Zhang Qiran’s cheek, a soft laugh escaping his throat. He wrapped an arm around Zhang Qiran’s waist without saying a word, deepening the kiss.

It wasn't until they were both breathless, and Zhang Qiran awkwardly pushed against him, that Song Zhehan finally ended the kiss.

Flustered, Zhang Qiran turned away, his exposed skin—along with his ears—flushed red.

Song Zhehan watched him cover his face in embarrassment, amused, but for once, he showed some restraint and didn’t say anything. Instead, he asked, "Should I get out?"

Zhang Qiran looked back, surprised. "Why would you get out?"

Song Zhehan crossed his arms, his gaze slowly shifting downward.

Before his eyes could reach their destination, Zhang Qiran’s exasperated voice burst out, "Song Zhehan—don’t you dare look!"

Song Zhehan raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease further, turning and getting out of the car.

As the door closed, Zhang Qiran’s frustrated scream followed, "Ahhh—"

Song Zhehan couldn't hold it in any longer, covering his face as he burst into laughter.

It was ten minutes later when Zhang Qiran finally stepped out of the car.

Song Zhehan stared at him.

The flush that had barely faded from Zhang Qiran’s face returned in full force. Gritting his teeth, he said irritably, "I didn’t—"

A hint of amusement flashed in Song Zhehan’s eyes. "Mm, I know."

"It’s just a normal physiological reaction..."

"Mm, right," Song Zhehan agreed.

Zhang Qiran: "… I—"

Unable to continue, Zhang Qiran turned abruptly.

Song Zhehan quickly caught up, grabbing his arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

Zhang Qiran’s eyes reddened. "I'm going home!"

"Aren’t you going to see Goushi?" Song Zhehan asked.

Zhang Qiran glared at him. "Haven’t I already seen you, the real Goushi?!"

Okay, maybe he had pushed him too far.

He was so mad he was blurting out insults.