Chu Yi's slightly surprised expression suddenly made Yan Hang feel a bit awkward, as if he was teaching a child to do something bad and was being questioned by an innocent kid.

"...Let me see." Yan Hang reached out his hand.

"Oh." Chu Yi handed the phone to him.

Yan Hang opened WeChat and took a look. There were 4 pending friend requests and 17 unread messages.

He glanced at Chu Yi.

Chu Yi had already gone back to eating his meal with complete nonchalance.

Facing this simple dog who had zero wariness towards him, Yan Hang felt that no matter what he did to those 17+4 unhandled messages, he would be wronging him.

In the end, he only opened the messages and took a look.

They were all from girls.

Including the read ones, the messages had exploded.

Yan Hang did a rough count. The newly added girls were at least over 15.

Not bad, Brother Dog.

"Is Hu Biao your agent? Or is he selling your account for money?" Yan Hang sighed. If Chu Yi hadn't kept his chat with Brother Xiao Tian pinned to the top, after a week of no contact, he reckoned he would have been pushed to the very bottom of the list.

"Chunyang's. He also sells his account," Chu Yi said.

"What's there to be afraid of Zhou Chunyang's account being sold," Yan Hang said, "he likes men."

Chu Yi glanced at him without saying anything.

Yan Hang felt that his fever probably hadn't gone down yet, or that he hadn't seen Chu Yi for too long and had forgotten how to speak appropriately.

"This girl is quite pretty." He turned the screen towards Chu Yi, showing a girl's selfie from her Moments.

"They say she's the campus belle," Chu Yi took a look, "you think she's good-looking?"

"Mm, not bad," Yan Hang looked at the photo again, "she has a very fashionable look, big eyes."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang looked at him, "You don't think she's good-looking?"

"I can't tell if she's good-looking or not," Chu Yi seemed a bit embarrassed, "didn't you say I'm unsophisticated?"

"Being unsophisticated is a separate matter," Yan Hang felt a bit exasperated, "even if you're unsophisticated, you'd still find some people good-looking. You're just being dumb."

Chu Yi laughed, holding a pork rib and laughing for quite a while before putting it in his mouth, "Then she's still not as good-looking as Beike."

Yan Hang paused for a second before remembering who Beike was.

So he scrolled down further, found Beike's conversation, and took a look. After he had helped Chu Yi reply to Beike last time, the two of them had conversed about four more times, basically all starting with Beike's enthusiastic "Hey handsome" and ending with Chu Yi's indifferent "Mm".

Yan Hang felt heartbroken for Beike just looking at it.

"Eat." After burying his head and wolfing down food for a while, Chu Yi raised his head to look at him.

"Mm." Yan Hang put the phone back beside his hand.

"Did you block them?" Chu Yi asked.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "it's not very polite to add someone and then block them."

"Oh." Chu Yi nodded.

Yan Hang had just picked up his chopsticks to eat when Chu Yi's phone beeped again.

"You didn't help me..." Chu Yi hurriedly grabbed his phone, "mute it?"

Yan Hang didn't say anything. He took the phone from Chu Yi's hand and directly turned it off.

"Let's eat." He smiled at Chu Yi.

After finishing the meal, Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa. Seeing the empty bowls and plates with no leftovers for the first time in many days, he felt quite happy.

Chu Yi brought over a thermometer and handed it to him, "Take your temperature again?"

"Mm." Yan Hang took it and stuck it under his clothes.

While Chu Yi was washing the dishes, Yan Hang turned on the TV.

He estimated that he hadn't turned on the TV for about four or five days. He felt it was pointless, having the TV on made him restless and irritated, but sometimes it felt too quiet and suffocating.

But now, when the TV came on in the room, he only felt a sense of warmth.

He looked at Chu Yi washing dishes in the kitchen, unable to describe his feelings.

When he said Zhou Chunyang liked men, that glance Chu Yi gave him, thinking about it now, probably wasn't just a superficial reaction to him mentioning the topic of "liking men".

Chu Yi probably already clearly knew that he himself liked men.

Yan Hang lay down on the sofa and turned his head to look at Chu Yi, unable to describe how he felt.

He hoped Chu Yi could figure it out, but also seemed to not really want him to figure it out. He always felt that Chu Yi determining he liked men without having experienced any relationships made him a bit uneasy.

But when it came to girls...

With Chu Yi's attitude towards girls, it really didn't seem like he could have anything with a girl. Forget about dating, he didn't even seem capable of making normal friends... even if he liked girls, he probably couldn't handle a relationship.

Yan Hang flipped over, glaring at the back of the sofa.

Actually, compared to whether Chu Yi should try dating a girl first before deciding or if he had already decided, what was more worth racking his brains over should be himself.

Compared to Chu Yi, he wasn't much better off.

He had never had many friends, let alone girlfriends, and had experienced nothing more than receiving confessions from both men and women.

He would find certain girls very pretty, and also look at certain men and find them handsome.

But when it came to having feelings, he similarly never experienced them.

If it was someone else, just based on his reaction to Chu Yi's WeChat earlier, with his brilliant observation and judgment skills, he would have long said it was impossible for that person to not have some kind of feelings.

But now that it was his own situation...

He couldn't tell if this was possessiveness or if there was really something there.

The silly dog was his silly dog.

His alone.

This was the notion that had taken root in his heart for such a long time. He would even reject Chu Yi's parents and grandparents.

The silly dog's only friend was him, the silly dog's only brother was him, the silly dog's only reliance was also him, and the silly dog's eyes still only had him.

As soon as anyone else, man or woman, appeared in there, he would feel uncomfortable.

As childish as a kid whose favorite toy was taken away.

This was possessiveness.

Thinking carefully about it now, it was quite domineering indeed.

But turning back to analyze it, if it was "having some feelings", the external manifestation would be more or less the same, very hard to distinguish.

Chu Yi was still a puppy, at most a medium-sized dog. His 17th birthday hadn't even passed yet.

No matter what he was thinking, any hint he gave Chu Yi would be a form of guidance.

He would worry about what Zhou Chunyang might say to Chu Yi and what impact it might have on him, let alone if it was himself.

"Let me see." Chu Yi finished washing the dishes, tidied up the kitchen and returned to the living room.

"See what?" Yan Hang asked.

"The temperature, with a thermometer." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang felt around inside his clothes, didn't find it, then tried the other side, still couldn't find it. "It's gone."

"Did you do a set of radio calisthenics?" Chu Yi was a bit confused. "How could you lose a thermometer tucked in your clothes?"

"I don't know, did a set of Tai Chi." Yan Hang sat up straight, patted his body, shook out his clothes, and the thermometer fell out.

Chu Yi picked it up and looked. "Thirty-five degrees."

"Must have been dead for a while then." Yan Hang started laughing.