The atmosphere in the car was a little heavy.

Pei Qi tended to get sleepy in cars, and in such a quiet and comfortable environment, he nodded off.

“Have you packed your things?” Guan Yue suddenly spoke.

The young man, head drooping, became slightly more alert. “What… things?”

Guan Yue: “Your luggage. Is there a lot?”

“Huh?” Pei Qi didn’t quite understand.

“Are you not going to pack for moving in?” The man turned the steering wheel half a circle with one hand, turning the car onto the right-hand avenue.

Pei Qi’s brain was working at high speed: “Moving… in? Moving in where?”

“My place,” the man replied, “Building 3, Unit 1602, Yujiang Mansion, Tianmu Street.”

“Huh?” Pei Qi suspected he might have been dozing off to the point of amnesia. He didn’t know he was supposed to move.

Guan Yue: “Are we going to be separated immediately after getting the marriage certificate? I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

Pei Qi: “But… I didn’t plan on moving.”

“I could move in with you, but my place is close to both of our workplaces, which would be more convenient. If I move in with you, it would take almost an hour and a half to drive to the hospital, which would be inconvenient in case of emergencies or sudden situations,” the man listed rational reasons.

That’s… true.

He had bought his apartment in Shulin District for its tranquility, but it was indeed relatively remote.

Guan Yue: “If you really don’t want to move…”

Pei Qi answered eagerly, “Then we’ll live separately?”

Guan Yue: “…Then I’ll move in with you.”

“We don’t have to live together just because we’re married,” the young man asked sincerely.

Guan Yue: “Have you ever seen a couple who don’t live together?”

Pei Qi: “My third aunt and uncle, but…”

Guan Yue: “But what?”

Pei Qi: “They got divorced.”

It seemed a little inauspicious.

Guan Yue: “…”

Suddenly, Pei Qi leaned forward.

It was a red light, and the man braked a little hard.

“…So you want things to develop that way too?”

Pei Qi shook his head. Getting married and then divorced was too much trouble. So his goal was to live a stable life with the appendectomy doctor. “Then I’ll move in with you. It’ll be more convenient.”

The appendectomy doctor’s job nature meant that commuting couldn’t be delayed.

Guan Yue: “Mm.”

The man dropped him off at the entrance of his workplace. Before Pei Qi left, he said, “I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“I have to go to my senior brother’s house tonight. Um… I’ll contact you after I finish packing my luggage,” Pei Qi opened the car door. He suddenly remembered that Su Mo had been clamoring for him to go to his house for dinner on Thursday night a few days ago.

Guan Yue silently rested his hand on the steering wheel: “Senior brother? To do what?”

Pei Qi: “Dinner party. I’ll try to finish early.”

“Will there be alcohol?” the man said softly.

The young man shook his head.

They usually didn’t drink much at dinner parties because they had to work the next day, and even then, they didn’t drink to their heart’s content.

The man raised his eyes, his eyes deep: “That’s good.”

The young man said goodbye again, closed the car door, and walked towards the main gate.

It was the rainy season, and the air was damp.

The young man climbed the stairs, realizing something belatedly.

What did “That’s good” mean?

Was it because he… when he drank?

Thinking of this, the young man felt his face heat up, and his ears turned red.

“Little junior brother is back,” Su Mo had just finished gluing a cracked book, lifting his head to stretch his shoulders, “What did the doctor say about your neck?”

Pei Qi hadn’t recovered yet, the blush on his face spreading: “Oh… nothing serious.”

Su Mo: “Why is your face so red? Is it hot?”

“I got a little hot from climbing the stairs,” Pei Qi covered his cheeks with his cool hands, trying to cool down.

He needed to apply two sheets of paper to cool down.

The young man sat back at his workstation, adjusted the appropriate ratio of paste, picked up the brush, and sat there for the whole day.

When it was time to get off work, Su Mo forcibly pulled him away.

Su Mo walked out of the office with the young man, “I’ve prepared hairy crabs, lots of roe. After eating, we can play mahjong with Xiao Jia and the others…”

The young man didn’t respond, planning how to slip away.

After all, he still had to go back and pack his luggage… He had to go back early, otherwise he wouldn’t arrive at Doctor Guan’s house until midnight.

But everyone was chattering together, and they were slow. It was almost eight o’clock at night when they finally finished dismantling the crabs and prepared to make homemade crab roe noodles.

The noodles had just been put into the pot.

Pei Qi’s phone vibrated twice in his pocket.

He washed his hands and picked up his phone.

It was a WeChat message.

G: [Are you back yet?]

Seven: [Not yet. /[sweat] ]

Seven: [Why don’t you rest first, Doctor Guan? I’ll come over by taxi after I’m done packing.]

G: [You’ll disturb me.]

G: [I’m a light sleeper.]

Pei Qi bit his lip and thought for a while: [Then I’ll move in tomorrow.]

Seven: [No rush.]

G: [I’m on duty tomorrow, I won’t have time.]

Seven: [Leave me a key, I’ll move in myself, okay?]

G: [But you don’t know where to put a lot of things. I’m here today, it’s more convenient.]

That makes sense.

G: [I don’t mean to stop you from having a gathering.]

G: [I just suggest doing it today.]

Seven: [Then I can come over around 9:30.]

G: [Oh, then take a taxi.]

Pei Qi didn’t want to trouble him too much, and quickly replied: [Okay. /[OK hand gesture] ]

The crab roe noodles were served at this time. Pei Qi quickly ate two mouthfuls and was about to leave.

Of course, everyone wouldn’t let him.

Su Mo was steaming fresh yellow croaker in the kitchen: “Why are you in such a hurry to go back? No one is waiting for you at home.”

Xiao Jia grabbed him: “Yeah, Lao He wasn’t in a hurry to go home to take care of his kids.”

Lao He was the oldest among their group of senior and junior brothers, and his child was almost five years old.

“Yeah, Xiao Qi, what’s the rush?”

Pei Qi really wanted to say that someone was really waiting for him to go home, but he stammered for a long time and couldn’t say it.

Because even if he said it, everyone probably wouldn’t believe him, and he was even more afraid that Su Shixiong, who was already in his thirties, would find a tofu block to kill himself in the kitchen after finding out.

“The doctor said I should go home early… to sleep,” after thinking for almost half a minute, the young man came up with this reason.

Xiao Jia widened her eyes: “Going to bed early can cure cervical spondylosis?”

“Yes, going to bed early has many benefits…” he answered seriously.

Under everyone’s half-belief, he still managed to escape.

Fortunately, he wasn’t very particular about his belongings, and he didn’t have many daily necessities. He followed the principle of three sets of clothes for each season, so there weren’t many, and it was relatively easy to pack.

He packed a large suitcase, and the essentials were all packed. As for some infrequently used items, he left them at home and didn’t plan to move them all.

He hadn’t lived here for long, and he felt a little reluctant to leave suddenly.

It was exactly 9:10.

As the young man zipped up his suitcase, his phone rang again.

This time it was a WeChat call notification.

It was Guan Yue calling.

Pei Qi was a little surprised, stunned for two seconds, and answered.

“Hello.”

The man’s voice on the phone was low and hoarse.

And sexy.

“Hello, are you going to sleep? I’ll be right there,” Pei Qi said cautiously, thinking the man was calling to urge him.

A clear voice came from the receiver: “I’m downstairs, come down.”

??

Didn’t he just say to take a taxi?

The young man was stunned, biting his cheek: “Downstairs?”

Guan Yue: “Mm, hurry down.”

Although he was puzzled, Pei Qi didn’t ask any more questions. He hung up the phone and rushed downstairs.

It was raining lightly now, the raindrops as fine as silver hair, falling densely.

The young man dragged his suitcase to the entrance of the community.

He didn’t remember Guan Yue’s license plate number, only that it was a black jade Panamera.

But it was still easy to recognize.

The sidewalk by the community was bumpy, and the noise of the suitcase wheels rolling over it was quite loud.

As soon as Pei Qi reached the car, the car window on the passenger side rolled down with a “hum.”

“No umbrella?”

Pei Qi: “I didn’t bring one, the rain isn’t heavy.”

The man turned his head and didn’t speak.

The trunk popped open at that moment.

Pei Qi walked to the back of the car, lifted the suitcase with both hands, and with a burst of effort, lifted the tightly packed suitcase into the trunk.

It was indeed quite heavy, heavier than the toolboxes at his workplace.

The rain gradually intensified.

The young man lowered his head and hurried back to the passenger seat, opening the door.

The man who had half a foot out of the driver’s seat retracted his leg and gently closed the door.

Pei Qi didn’t notice, his head down. The collar of his white shirt under his thin jacket was a little wet, clinging to his neck, no wonder it felt a little uncomfortable.

He reached out and unbuttoned the top button.

His clothes and hair were a little wet, and he wondered if he would get the man’s car dirty.

“Do you have…” tissues?

A hand holding a tissue was already on his head.

Rubbing.

Not hard.

“Uh…” The young man was stunned again, lowering his gaze, wanting to say he could do it himself.

The man’s voice was cold: “You’ve wet the seat, I don’t like moisture in the car.”

After saying this, Pei Qi swallowed the words that were already on his lips.

Let Guan Yue do it then, he couldn’t see which part of his head was wet.

Through the tissue, through the rain-wet hair, Guan Yue’s palm temperature was clearly transmitted.

It was quite warm.

“Take a shower first, then pack your things.”