After discussing their completely different life experiences, even though they both studied abroad, Lu Xi was even more certain of his thoughts. 

Was Ji Kongqing good? 

Of course, he was. 

Whether it was his appearance, personality, temperament, the white moonlight effect, or his profession, he was exceptionally good. 

But they weren’t suitable. 

It was as if, even though they both awakened to their sexuality in high school, they were in two different worlds and hadn’t noticed each other. 

Of course, the main thing was that Lu Xi was no longer the pure-hearted deer of his youth. 

People’s kinks evolve. 

The pure-hearted deer who once simply liked unattainable flowers had been submerged in suggestive illustrations. The current Mr. Lu liked the kind of seemingly proper person who was actually a huge pervert inside, driving without speed limits. 

And Professor Ji was clearly an extremely proper person. 

If even their kinks didn’t match after marriage, if he could see it but not get it, or if he got it but it wasn’t to his taste, how unbearable would that be? 

That wouldn’t work. 

Lu Xi put the last bite of French crème brûlée into his mouth, wiped his lips with a napkin, and prepared to politely end the blind date. 

Sensing Lu Xi’s intention to refuse, Ji Kongqing’s fingers tightened under the table, and his voice was strained: “Shall we… go to the parking lot together?” 

If he was interested in the blind date, Lu Xi should of course answer yes at this time, and perhaps suggest another meeting on the way there. 

But… 

Lu Xi, who knew that unattainable flowers were delicious but also knew when to cut his losses, gave an apologetic smile: “No need, the rain outside has stopped.” 

Driving home at the highest speed limit, Lu Xi opened the door, not even bothering to change his shoes, and rummaged through the drawing board he had stuffed in the cabinet in the entryway, forcefully flipping it open to a new page. 

The pencil moved across the rough surface of the sketch paper, making a rustling sound. 

Twenty minutes later, a quick sketch quietly rested in Lu Xi’s arms. 

It was a drawing of Ji Kongqing. 

Charcoal powder was repeatedly rubbed with his fingertips, creating varying shades of gray, and together with the rough lines, it outlined Ji Kongqing from Lu Xi’s perspective. 

However, unlike Ji Kongqing’s actions at the time, the man in the painting had his hands folded on the table. The quick strokes of the pencil left white spaces on the paper, making each finger seem to contain strength, as if it would lift from the painting in the next second. 

And the small mole was carefully and reverently placed by Lu Xi at the tiger’s mouth. 

Because the entryway was small, Lu Xi, who had been sitting cross-legged for twenty minutes, was stunned for a while before slowly, gradually, exhaling a breath. 

As soon as he moved, countless small needles sent a dense, numb, and aching pain through his legs, causing Lu Xi to grit his teeth and hiss several times. 

Sigh. 

Even if they weren’t suitable, Lu Xi had to admit. 

Ji Kongqing was truly tempting to him. 

Whether it was ten years ago or ten years later. 

It was like… 

His muse. 

The word “muse” appeared in Lu Xi’s mind, but the next second he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

A muse or something—who would want to be the muse of a suggestive illustrator! 

But as he laughed, Lu Xi sighed again. 

He was just too proper. 

What a pity, what a pity. 

Ji Kongqing had set aside a whole day of free time today. 

He carefully coordinated his clothes, checked all the details before leaving, and the umbrella he had brought just in case came in handy. 

But he returned home at 4:30 in the afternoon. 

On the way back, Ji Kongqing had been replaying the events in his mind, and even now, although he vaguely sensed it was related to their professions, he couldn’t figure it out. 

He had once found Lu Xi’s notebook and inadvertently read two pages. 

Years later, Ji Kongqing could still recite the contents of those two diary pages. 

The content in the notebook was in the form of a diary, writing about things seen from “my” perspective, but it didn’t seem like Lu Xi’s real life. 

It should have been that Lu Xi wrote the diary in the form of a creative work to prevent it from being seen. 

The Lu Xi in the diary used a large amount of text to describe a person standing in the sunlight with a smile, someone gentle, calm, dignified, like bamboo and jade, without dangerous aggression, only a gentle and inclusive nature like water. 

Ji Kongqing had screened all of his junior and senior high school classmates, but to no avail. He even suspected that an adult had molested and seduced Lu Xi, and he carefully and strictly compared all the teachers and even the school board members, but couldn’t find anyone who met the requirements of Lu Xi’s diary. 

So this should be the most perfect lover in Lu Xi’s imagination, the one that best fit his aesthetics and expectations. 

Ji Kongqing didn’t think it would be difficult to play such a person. 

Because when he put on restrictive clothes, tightened the belt of reason, and only allowed the manners of a gentleman to show, he fit Lu Xi’s aesthetics better than anyone. 

Before the blind date, Mrs. Lu had only seen his profile and said that he perfectly matched Lu Xi’s requirements—which made Ji Kongqing both pleased and pained. 

He was clearly hiding it well, everything was perfect. 

Ji Kongqing draped his jacket over the back of the dining chair, walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of ice water. 

Where exactly did the problem lie? 

Five minutes later. 

There were two more mineral water bottles with water droplets on the table. Ji Kongqing, who had changed out of his shirt and suit pants, had already entered the gym. 

A black tank top, form-fitting gray sports shorts, and muscles repeatedly bulging and relaxing in rhythm. 

The metal equipment made heavy, muffled sounds in his hands, like the low moans of a tamed beast. 

Damp bangs fell over his forehead, and small beads of sweat condensed on his eyelashes, making his pure black eyes even sharper, like a lurking and patient dangerous beast. 

Even Ji Tiandong, who was usually closest to his brother, didn’t dare to stay long in Ji Kongqing’s gym. 

In Ji Tiandong’s words, Ji Kongqing in the gym and Professor Ji walking between the podium were completely different species. 

But in fact, the wild and predatory interior wrapped in a restrained and calm exterior was the real Ji Kongqing. 

Ji Kongqing and Lu Xi were in the same school for six years. Unlike Ji Kongqing, who was always perfect and first in everything, Lu Xi was an unremarkable presence. 

Ji Kongqing often encountered Lu Xi in his youth at school. At that time, Lu Xi’s hair was soft and smooth, and he looked very well-behaved when he smiled. But Ji Kongqing in his youth was used to looking forward and rarely focused his attention on other people and things. 

He truly noticed Lu Xi on a rainy day. 

Lu Xi on a rainy day was completely different from his usual well-behaved and introverted self. 

The young boy was holding an umbrella, carrying his schoolbag in one hand, and finding puddles in the nearby streets and alleys, jumping into them one by one. 

Sometimes he would leap over them, sometimes he would step into the water, but the same thing was the soft hair that flew up when he jumped. 

They scattered around the raindrops, hitting the cheeks of his smiling and excited face, as if venting emotions, and as if declaring freedom. 

Again and again. 

Like a bird spreading its wings. 

So when Ji Kongqing saw the sharp and even somewhat rebellious Lu Xi ten years later, he wasn’t surprised or taken aback, but instead felt that he had finally seen the true appearance of the bird. 

However, the young Ji Kongqing didn’t understand what it meant to be moved. He just watched again and again, fascinated again and again, always appearing on the street corner on rainy days, holding the expectation that someone would show up. 

For three years, Ji Kongqing unilaterally maintained this tacit agreement with Lu Xi on rainy days. 

This was the only time in Ji Kongqing’s youth that he was out of control, completely decided and controlled by another person. 

Ji Kongqing was smart, but also clumsy. 

He watched Lu Xi for three years, but didn’t know his own feelings. 

After graduating from high school, Ji Kongqing lost that one-sided appointment. 

After that. 

He would think of Lu Xi on rainy days. 

He would think of Lu Xi when birds flew by. 

He would see Lu Xi, no longer a boy, when he was handed love letters. 

He would see Lu Xi in countless late nights and early mornings. 

Ji Kongqing always knew his own personality flaws. 

Being perfect in everything was an extreme form of morbidity. 

Ji Kongqing could control his body, control his life, control the projects in his career, but he couldn’t control his desires. 

He liked Lu Xi, from his ignorant and youthful high school days to his successful present. 

The year Lu Xi graduated from university, Ji Kongqing made a special trip to Sydney to see Lu Xi’s graduation exhibition. 

Just one glance from afar almost caused the desires that Ji Kongqing had suppressed in his heart to collapse. 

But he had to restrain himself. 

Ji Kongqing could give Lu Xi all of his love, passion, and desire. Every bit of his love would be poured into Lu Xi, every passionate gaze would be fixed on Lu Xi’s soul, every inch of desire would only lick Lu Xi’s skin. 

He desperately wanted to embrace, possess, and occupy that bird. 

To make Lu Xi look at him, only look at him. 

With only him left in his eyes. 

But he didn’t want the bird to break its wings and get hurt. 

He had to restrain himself. 

Because Lu Xi, as an independent individual, couldn’t satisfy Ji Kongqing’s desire to completely occupy the other person’s entire being. 

The closer he got to Eros, the easier it was for Ji Kongqing’s restraint to collapse. 

Ji Kongqing only didn’t want to see disbelief and disgust in Lu Xi’s eyes. 

So he paid attention to everyone in the circle except Lu Xi, patiently capturing Lu Xi’s scent like peeling silk from a cocoon, but didn’t dare to really get close to that bird. 

Like a pervert. 

Ji Kongqing admitted it. 

So when Ji Kongqing really heard the news of Lu Xi’s blind date, he recognized one thing without surprise— 

He couldn’t allow it, couldn’t accept anyone else getting close to Lu Xi. 

Getting closer to Lu Xi.