In the male dormitory, with guys coming and going, Qin Fang's operation was too eye-catching, and everyone passing by had to take a second look.

The hearts of the guys were burning hot. There were a few who understood and couldn't even take a step, stopping to chat with him, but what could Qin Fang chat about? He didn't know anything.

He had no idea what kind of goods he had snatched.

"Bro, can I take a photo?" Someone asked Qin Fang, holding up their phone.

Qin Fang said nonchalantly, "Sure, go ahead, just don't include me."

Qin Fang finished speaking and stood to the side, hands in his pockets, head down, waiting for Xing Yan.

When Xing Yan came down, Qin Fang stood up straight, with a handsome smile on his face, tilting his head and smiling at him. His eyes curved into two warm arcs, which, combined with the midday sun at the time, were passionate and dazzling.

Xing Yan stood in place for a few seconds, doing nothing, just standing at the bottom of the dormitory building looking at Qin Fang.

Qin Fang kept smiling at him, and the sunlight and autumn wind knew how good his smile looked.

Later, Xing Yan lowered his head and sniffed, his hands in his pockets as he walked towards him. His face was still expressionless, and even his eyes were calm, but whether there was a throb or restlessness under his chest, only he himself knew clearly.

Xing Yan raised his chin towards the back of Qin Fang and asked him, "Whose is it?"

"I intercepted it," Qin Fang said without any shame, with a righteous air. "I snatched it from Dong, he doesn't know anything, it would be wasted on him."

Xing Yan chuckled and said, "Fang-ge is so domineering."

"Not domineering," Qin Fang patted the back seat of the cold metal object behind him. "Besides this, I can't guess what else you like. Only with this am I certain you will like it. As long as you like it, I'll do my best."

"...Do your best?" Xing Yan's eyes held Qin Fang, his voice low. "What else I like, you don't know?"

Qin Fang admitted defeat and said to him with a smile, "Yan-ge, let's not talk about this today."

Xing Yan also smiled, blinking slowly.

"Damn, they're for real." Feng Zhe's eyes widened as he looked at Cheng Dong. "...Heavens."

"I'm not the heavens, I don't deserve it." Cheng Dong shook his head.

"Damn, damn," Feng Zhe was so shocked he couldn't even speak properly. "This presence, Fang-ge is really wild when he plays."

"Wild enough," Cheng Dong now had a pained expression on his face. "I'd rather he wanted the R and left the 2 for me. That thing can't be licensed, no matter how rare it is, it's fucking useless."

"Hey, stop nagging," Feng Zhe glanced at him. "Order it again. If not, I'll find someone to order it for you, a motorcycle..."

People who are not in the same circle do not understand each other's preferences, and their words do not match.

Qin Fang not only took Cheng Dong's bike, but also kept the two helmets from earlier. He hung one on the handlebar and placed one on the seat.

Qin Fang picked one up, put it on his head, and asked Xing Yan with a slight tilt of his head, "Will you come with me?"

Xing Yan curled his lips, grabbed the other helmet, and slowly put it on.

The H2, like a beast, embodied the ultimate aesthetic of men for heavy motorcycles in every part of its body - cold, sharp, even the reflected light from the metal exuded a sense of coldness.

This scene was too tantalizing to the nerves, and some people were already recording videos.

-- A bike that hooks the souls of men, two 6'1" riders that can't be blocked by their coolness. Someone let out a long whistle.

Qin Fang got on first, and Xing Yan followed closely behind him, tilting his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Hold my waist."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Fang's hands were already on him, wrapping around Xing Yan's slim waist. Ignoring the whistles and cheers around them, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

Xing Yan didn't waste any more words, turned the key, and gave it some throttle. The roar of the heavy motorcycle instantly shook their ears. Qin Fang closed his eyes for a moment. This was the freest Xing Yan in his memory.

With a racing-grade machine, they didn't dare to add full power. Just giving it first gear was enough to make them disappear from sight in an instant. The white smoke from the exhaust pipe hadn't even dissipated yet, and the bike was already out of sight.

Cheng Dong let out a long sigh, "They're using my bike to show off."

"Don't be shameless," Feng Zhe was only willing to leave after watching the excitement. As he walked, he said, "That's their bike, as if he didn't pay you?"

"I haven't even touched it," Cheng Dong sighed again. "This morning was the first time I got my hands on it after getting it."

"So this is not your bike, it's not meant to be." Feng Zhe didn't take it seriously. "Just order another one. If you can't, speak up, I'll find a channel for you."

It wasn't that he couldn't order it, it's just that he had waited too long for the new model. He had pre-ordered it several months in advance, wanting to get his hands on the first batch. After finally waiting for it to arrive, he let his buddy take it to hook up with a guy.

If it were anyone other than Qin Fang who wanted it, Cheng Dong would never give it to them under any circumstances. He didn't give that much face to anyone else.

Qin Fang now had no time to care about whether his buddy was hurting or not. All his nerves were excited, his adrenaline was soaring, and he followed Xing Yan straight to the outer ring road out of the city.

When going straight, it felt like they were about to step on the wind and fly up at any moment. When going around bends, it always felt like their knees were about to touch the ground, flattening both the person and the vehicle as they went.

No wonder Xing Yan preferred motorcycles. Compared to this feeling, cars were indeed not exciting enough.

Due to the type of bike, their bodies were lying very low. The seat was not big, so they sat very close, completely pressed against each other. Qin Fang's lower abdomen was against Xing Yan's waist, and he almost completely held Xing Yan in his arms.

In this kind of absolute excitement, Qin Fang magically felt Xing Yan's heat. His temperature seemed to radiate through his clothes, scorching, burning his hands.

Motorcycles with passengers could not get on the highway. Qin Fang had no idea where they were going, and maybe Xing Yan didn't know either. They had returned to how they were at the beginning, not asking about the road ahead, not knowing the destination.

Xing Yan carried him through the back alleys. Qin Fang closed his eyes. At this moment, this kind of vibration and impact starting from the depths of his soul, only Xing Yan could give.

The roar echoed in their ears, isolating them from this world. Under the huge noise, it was also absolutely quiet--

The wind, the sky, the road, and the person in front of him, this was all Qin Fang could perceive. His entire world was reduced to just these things, with nothing else.

This feeling was enjoyable, addictive.

Another bend, and it seemed like their knees had already scraped the ground. Qin Fang closed his eyes, his arms tightly wrapped around Xing Yan's waist. At a certain moment, a nerve in his brain suddenly trembled, and his fingertips twitched unconsciously on Xing Yan's abdomen.

How far they ran, how long they ran, they didn't know. They refueled twice in the middle. When they returned to the city, it was almost dark. In the afternoon, Qin Fang thought about many things, but felt that his mind was always empty.

The traffic was slow in the city center and the motorcycle couldn't pick up speed, so Qin Fang directed Xing Yan from behind, indicating directions in advance at intersections. Xing Yan didn't ask where they were going; the two of them hadn't exchanged a single word since they left.

Finally, Qin Fang told Xing Yan to stop in front of a small courtyard on the outskirts of the old city.

He jumped off the motorcycle, took off his helmet, sweat on his forehead, and let out a long breath, saying, "We're here."

Qin Fang took out the key from his pocket and opened the gate, motioning for Xing Yan to ride in. Xing Yan glided in, found an empty spot to park, and pulled out the key.

Xing Yan also took off his helmet, and Qin Fang saw the lingering light in his eyes again. He asked Qin Fang, "Were you scared today?"

"No," Qin Fang smiled at him, "I trust you. Since I got on your motorcycle, there's nothing to be afraid of. I wouldn't have gotten on with anyone else."

Not everyone dares to ride a motorcycle. Racing motorcycles on the road can outrun all motor vehicles, even sports cars can't keep up with them. It's thrilling but also comes with risks.

But Qin Fang understood Xing Yan and believed in him. With Qin Fang on the back, Xing Yan actually wouldn't let loose in pursuit of speed; that wasn't what he wanted.

Perhaps because no one had been here for a long time, the small courtyard was completely overgrown, with weeds growing very tall.

The two of them went up the steps together. Qin Fang opened the door and said to Xing Yan, "I haven't been here for a long time. I guess it's quite dusty. Anyway, our clothes are already dirty, so let's just stay dirty."

"Mm." Xing Yan didn't mind. Holding his helmet, he went inside with Qin Fang.

Qin Fang used his phone as a flashlight to find the circuit breaker. After flipping the switch, Xing Yan turned on the lights. The sudden brightness made their eyes a bit uncomfortable.

After turning on the lights, Qin Fang walked over and put one arm around Xing Yan, patting his shoulder lightly and saying to him, "Welcome to my home."

He said "my home". Qin Fang hadn't said those words for several years. To him, Jian Mingtao's home was the Jian family's home.

This place, this small building, this was his home.

Neither of them had eaten lunch. They had spent most of the day on the road. While speeding along the way, they didn't feel hungry at all, but now that they had stopped, all the sensations came back. They were both hungry.

Qin Fang had originally planned to go out to eat in the evening, but neither of them wanted to go out now. They didn't want to move.

"Shall I order something?" Qin Fang asked.

"Okay," Xing Yan had just washed his head in the bathroom. His hair had been pressed by the helmet all day. Xing Yan shook the water from his hair. "You decide, I'm fine with anything."

The place was a bit remote and no delivery was available. In the end, Qin Fang found a hot pot restaurant not too far away and ordered some things to be delivered to them.

Although no one lived in the house, it was fully furnished. After all, this was where Qin Fang grew up.

Qin Fang turned on the lights in the courtyard, set up a table, brought out two chairs, and pulled out the power strips, ready to plug in the hot pot later.

"There aren't many mosquitoes this season," Qin Fang sat in the chair, looking at Xing Yan across the empty table, "It's just right, except a little cold."

"It's okay," Xing Yan looked around the small courtyard and said to Qin Fang, "Not cold, just right."

"Why isn't he delivering yet, I'm starving to death." Qin Fang laughed and lay on the table. He had just wiped it, it was very clean. "Actually, I had booked a hotel, but when I got here, I suddenly didn't want to leave."

Xing Yan nodded. Qin Fang continued, "I want to eat with you here."

There was no sadness in his expression, only the kind of look of sharing happiness with a good friend. The light in his eyes was soft and gentle. Qin Fang said, "You are the first one to come here. This is my base."

Xing Yan raised his eyebrows, "Such an honor?"

Qin Fang nodded with a smile, "It's your birthday."

Xing Yan said "thank you" to him.

Qin Fang said it was nothing. He lay there looking at Xing Yan, a quiet big boy, with a faint smile, "You're welcome, really. I have to make you happy on this birthday. Xiao Gong said you guys don't celebrate birthdays because you have no human feelings, because you hate the world."

Xing Yan didn't speak, just looked at him as he spoke.

Qin Fang was still lying like that, his face resting on one arm, the other reaching out, lightly tapping Xing Yan's sleeve, "Don't hate the world. The world is still very happy because of your existence."