The Blue Envelope

After closing the doors and windows, Shi Sui’s sleeping posture relaxed significantly. As the medicine took effect, he quickly fell into a deep slumber.

Halfway through, Lu Huaizhi woke him up to take his temperature. It was 37.2°C; his fever was slowly receding.

After the check, Shi Sui drifted off again.

The last class of the morning was Chinese with Tian Hongjun. He immediately spotted the slumped figure in the back row and woke him up by tossing a piece of chalk.

“If you’re so sleepy, get out and stand in the hall to wake yourself up.”

Shi Sui was jolted awake from his hazy state, letting out a breath of hot air. Having slept all morning, his body felt much better.

Under Tian Hongjun’s glare, Shi Sui rubbed his face to clear his head and stood up, preparing to head outside.

But just as he braced himself against the desk to stand, Lu Huaizhi grabbed his wrist.

Perhaps because of the fever, the temperature difference between them was stark. The cold touch made Shi Sui shiver slightly. He tried to pull away, but for a moment, he couldn’t break free.

Shi Sui didn’t want the whole class watching them, so he explained, “I’ve slept enough. I’m going out to cool off.” If he sat any longer, he felt like his bones would fall apart.

It was a good chance to catch some air.

Once Lu Huaizhi was sure he wasn’t forcing himself, he let go.

Shi Sui turned and left through the back door, remembering to close it behind him.

Lu Huaizhi sat by the window. Looking back, he could only see half of Shi Sui’s shoulder and his slightly messy hair. He slid the window open.

Shi Sui stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall in a daze. Hearing the window open, he turned his head and saw Lu Huaizhi scribbling rapidly on a piece of scrap paper.

Soon, Lu Huaizhi held the paper up. [Call me if you feel unwell.]

The fever had slowed Shi Sui’s reactions. He stared at the words for a long time before turning his head away. He reached out and slammed the window shut with a “snap.”

He only had a low-grade fever; he didn’t need constant supervision.

As for why he closed the window—it was because the heat from the classroom kept leaking out, and it was annoying.

Shi Sui let out a breath and pulled his collar up to block the occasional cold wind blowing outside.

Perhaps the medicine was working because his nose was finally clear. He caught the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent on his school uniform. It smelled nice.

Shi Sui thought sluggishly that when he had time, he definitely had to ask Lu Huaizhi what detergent he used.

Inside the classroom, Tian Hongjun’s lecture acted like a perfect lullaby. Shi Sui’s head began to nod like a chick pecking at grain. He was so drowsy he didn’t even notice the bell ring.

Qian Hao from the neighboring class had been waiting for the bell. He was the first to bolt out of his classroom, only to be caught off guard by a familiar figure standing outside Class 3. It was Shi Sui.

The Class 3 teacher, Tian Hongjun, was still running over time.

A malicious smile touched Qian Hao’s lips as he walked over to stand next to Shi Sui. “Yo, punished again? I thought you were supposed to be a big shot?”

He scanned Shi Sui’s face and noticed he was much paler than usual. “Wait, are you actually sick?”

In his school uniform, Shi Sui lacked his usual sharp, aggressive edge. Coupled with the sickly complexion of a fever, Qian Hao felt emboldened to provoke him.

“Look at you, can’t even stand straight. How pitiful. Want me to give you a hand? After all, it’s only right to look after a classmate.”

Qian Hao said “give a hand,” but his movement was clearly intended to shove Shi Sui forward.

Before he could touch Shi Sui’s shoulder, the person resting with closed eyes slowly opened them.

“Even if I’m sick, I can still knock you flat with one punch. Want to bet?”

Shi Sui’s expression was cold. From the moment he opened his eyes, the aura of weakness vanished. Despite his pale face and raspy voice, the cold light in his eyes froze Qian Hao’s hand in mid-air. He didn’t dare move an inch closer.

Qian Hao suddenly snapped back to reality. Why was he messing with Shi Sui? Even a sick tiger shouldn’t be touched.

Inside the classroom, Tian Hongjun heard the commotion of other classes letting out. He hurried to finish his lecture, ending with an announcement about the sports meet.

“This year’s sports meet is a joint event with No. 3 High School. The class monitor will hand out registration forms shortly. I hope you all participate enthusiastically.” “Class dismissed.”

Wang Cheng immediately turned around to look for Shi Sui, but Lu Huaizhi was faster and had already stepped out.

Shi Sui had been standing in the cold wind for an entire period and was already in a bad mood. Qian Hao had walked right into the line of fire. Shi Sui was considering “taking care” of Qian Hao after school.

Just as he was about to set a time for a fight, he heard the back door open.

Seeing who it was, Shi Sui pursed his lips and swallowed his words.

Lu Huaizhi asked, “What are you two doing?”

Though he asked both, Lu Huaizhi’s gaze was fixed on Qian Hao. “Move. You’re blocking the way.”

Qian Hao felt a shiver and subconsciously stepped back. Once he realized what he’d done, he was stunned.

When facing Shi Sui, he could at least hold his ground for a while. But just now… Did this bookworm actually have a more oppressive presence than Shi Sui?

Impossible, right?

He swallowed hard, looking at Lu Huaizhi standing in front of Shi Sui. Just as he was about to muster some courage to talk back, Shi Sui, who had been leaning against the wall, straightened up and gave him a cold, sideways glance.

[Try touching him.]

Just then, Wang Cheng arrived. Seeing Qian Hao, he didn’t hesitate to shove him aside, standing in front of Shi Sui like a protective hen. He rolled up his sleeves. “Qian Hao, don’t think you’re off the hook just because Shi Sui is sick.”

Usually, Shi Sui was the one at the front. Now that Shi Sui was down and Lu Huaizhi was just a studious type, Wang Cheng felt he had to step up.

Shi Sui saw Wang Cheng intervene.

Since school was letting out for noon and more students were gathering, Qian Hao didn’t want a direct confrontation. He threw out a weak threat—”You guys just wait!”—and disappeared into the crowd.

Wang Cheng snorted. “At least the kid knows when to run.” He rubbed his arms. “Man, it’s freezing out here!”

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the itch in Shi Sui’s throat became unbearable. He let out a heavy cough.

Lu Huaizhi immediately turned and supported him by the shoulders. “Are you okay? Lean on me.”

Shi Sui was forced to lean half-way into Lu Huaizhi’s embrace. He had been standing for a long time and his legs felt weak, so he subconsciously grabbed the hem of Lu Huaizhi’s jacket.

The classroom was warmer than the hall, and Lu Huaizhi’s clothes were cozy. The scent he had smelled on the uniform was magnified a hundredfold, drifting straight into Shi Sui’s nose.

Shi Sui wanted to tell Lu Huaizhi to let go so he could walk himself, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he started coughing again until his ears turned red.

Wang Cheng panicked. “Did the wind outside make it worse? Top Student, hurry up and get him inside!”

And so, Shi Sui was half-carried into the classroom by Lu Huaizhi. He felt like the entire side of his body touching the other boy was stiff.

Lu Huaizhi was surprisingly strong. Shi Sui tried to struggle to be let down on the way, but Lu Huaizhi firmly held him until he was pressed down into his seat.

Lu Huaizhi touched his forehead. “Still a bit hot.” “I’ll go talk to the teacher later. You should rest this afternoon.”

Essentially, he was telling Shi Sui not to force himself and just sleep through class.

Hearing such words from a model student like Lu Huaizhi felt strange. Shi Sui couldn’t help but look at him several times.

Lu Huaizhi misunderstood the look. “Thirsty? I’ll go get you some hot water from the office.” The water he brought from home had already gone cold.

Wang Cheng chimed in, “I’ll go buy lunch for both of you and bring it back. Nan Alley has plenty of options. I’m heading out now; tell me what you want.”

He ran off like a whirlwind before Shi Sui could voice an opinion.

“I’m not eating,” Shi Sui said to Lu Huaizhi. “Tell Wang Cheng to just get lunch for himself and you. Don’t worry about me.”

Lu Huaizhi was looking at the instructions for the fever medicine. “Take these again after lunch. Same after you get home tonight. Take two.”

“Hey!” Shi Sui snatched the instructions away. “Are you even listening to me?”

Lu Huaizhi tilted his head to look at him. “I heard you, but no.” His tone was calm, but carried an undeniable authority.

“I know being sick ruins your appetite, so just eat something light. I’ll have Wang Cheng get you some porridge.” Lu Huaizhi took out his phone to search for well-rated porridge shops in Nan Alley. “There’s millet, pumpkin, white fungus, or preserved egg and pork porridge. Which one?”

Shi Sui: “…” He kept his face stiff and said nothing, his whole body radiating resistance.

Lu Huaizhi paused. “Millet porridge it is, then.” As he went to message Wang Cheng, Shi Sui couldn’t take it anymore and slammed his hand down over Lu Huaizhi’s phone screen.

Lu Huaizhi looked up, and their eyes met in mid-air.

It should have been a silent, intense confrontation, but Lu Huaizhi’s gaze drifted down to Shi Sui’s dry, peeling lips. “Your lips are very dry. I’ll go get water.”

Dry? Shi Sui subconsciously licked his lips. Once he realized what he’d done, his gathered momentum vanished.

It was embarrassing.

Lu Huaizhi stood up and picked up the water bottle.

As he reached the door, he heard Shi Sui’s voice from behind him.

“Not millet porridge,” Shi Sui said, sounding a bit defeated. “Preserved egg and pork. And tell him to add extra meat.”

Lu Huaizhi’s lips curled slightly. “Okay.”

He sent the request to Wang Cheng and went to the office.

Tian Hongjun was still writing lesson plans. Seeing the bottle in Lu Huaizhi’s hand, he smiled. “Getting hot water? Good, drinking more water is healthy.”

“It’s not for me,” Lu Huaizhi paused. “Shi Sui has a fever. Warm water is better for him.”

“He was sleeping in class because he felt unwell. I hope you won’t blame him, Teacher.”

Tian Hongjun blinked. “Is it that bad? Why didn’t he go to the clinic for an IV?”

“It’s just a low fever. He’s taken medicine and is doing much better,” Lu Huaizhi explained. He filled the bottle at the dispenser, mixed in some cold water, capped it, but didn’t leave immediately.

“Teacher, Shi Sui’s performance has improved a lot lately. I hope you won’t be so harsh with him.”

Tian Hongjun rubbed his nose. “I did hear he’s started turning in his homework.” Lu Huaizhi’s tutoring must be working.

“But I haven’t been that harsh, have I?”

Lu Huaizhi frowned. “You hit him with chalk.”

Tian Hongjun was left speechless. Finally, he smiled helplessly. “Alright, I’ll be more careful next time!” These two seemed to have a pretty good relationship.

With Tian Hongjun’s promise, Lu Huaizhi was about to head out when the teacher called him back. “By the way, Huaizhi, are you joining the sports meet?”

Lu Huaizhi shook his head. “I’m not good at sports. I wouldn’t want to drag the school down.”

Tian Hongjun figured as much. He couldn’t expect Lu Huaizhi to have top-tier grades and be an athlete at the same time, so he waved him off.

Not long after Lu Huaizhi returned to the classroom, Wang Cheng arrived with lunch.

Wang Cheng had jogged back and was sweating. He fanned himself with a textbook. “Why did you want two orders of porridge? Top Student, you’re eating porridge too?”

Lu Huaizhi placed the pork porridge on Shi Sui’s desk and nodded. “Yeah.”

Shi Sui had been eyeing Wang Cheng’s spicy hot pot with envy, but seeing that Lu Huaizhi was also eating porridge—and bland millet porridge at that—he felt much better.

After they finished eating, Lu Huaizhi opened the windows to air out the room.

Wang Cheng made an excuse to go to the bathroom and slipped away.

Shi Sui knew immediately that Wang Cheng was going for a smoke. The kid had swiped a lighter from his backpack before leaving.

Shi Sui felt his mouth was a bit tasteless and reached for his own cigarettes. “I’m going too.”

He felt around and finally found the cigarette pack in the deepest compartment of his bag. Next to it was something that felt like a piece of stiff cardboard.

Shi Sui glanced down. A blue envelope. Fck, why do I still have this thing!*

He shoved the backpack shut.

Just then, Lu Huaizhi stood up as well.

Shi Sui looked at him warily. “What?” Did he see it?

Lu Huaizhi looked curiously at the bag Shi Sui was holding down, but eventually, his gaze landed on the cigarettes in his hand. “I need to go too. Let’s go together.”

Wang Cheng was already in the bathroom blowing smoke rings while reporting on Shi Sui’s condition to Chi Qing on his phone.

[Wang-Wang: Qing-er! You have no idea how bad Shi Sui’s fever is. His face is so pale, it’s heart-wrenching.] [Wang-Wang: When he had the thermometer in his mouth, I actually felt sorry for him.] [Wang-Wang: From that moment on, I swore to take care of my ‘dear son’ and make sure he grows up healthy!]

Wang Cheng had a cigarette in one hand and was typing away with the other, a massive grin on his face.

He heard footsteps at the door and looked up casually, only to be startled by the face of his “dear son.” He nearly dropped his phone.

Shi Sui gave him a kick. “Who’s your son?”

Wang Cheng faked a cry of pain. “Damn that Chi Qing, he snitched so fast!”

Shi Sui said expressionlessly, “You sent the message to the group chat.”

“I would never do something that stupid!” Wang Cheng protested, checking his phone— #ADenOfDogs (4)#

He really had sent it to the group.

“Dad, my bad,” Wang Cheng said, knowing when to fold.

Shi Sui didn’t want to argue. He was about to ask for a light when he saw Wang Cheng glance behind him. “Whoa, Top Student, you’re here too?”

With that, Wang Cheng naturally put out his cigarette. “I’m done smoking, then.”

Shi Sui, with his cigarette half-out of his pocket: “?”

He looked back and saw Lu Huaizhi’s eyes on the pack.

Shi Sui bit the bullet and pulled it out. “Wang Cheng, give me the lighter.” What did his smoking have to do with Lu Huaizhi?

“Huh? Doesn’t the Top Student hate the smell of smoke?”

Shi Sui ignored him and kept his hand out. “Stop talking. Give it.”

With a “click,” a flame flickered.

The tip of the cigarette glowed crimson. As Shi Sui watched the white smoke drift upward, the sense of victory over Lu Huaizhi far outweighed his actual desire to smoke.

He raised his eyes and gave Lu Huaizhi a provocative look. Lu Huaizhi’s expression remained calm; he said nothing.

Shi Sui found the lack of reaction a bit dull. He handed the lighter back to Wang Cheng.

“What kind of cigarette is this? The taste is really weird.” Shi Sui opened the bathroom window to vent the air.

Wang Cheng retorted, “What the f*ck do you know? I found a new flavor—durian.”

Shi Sui, who was just about to take another drag: “…” Suddenly, he didn’t want to smoke anymore.

Before Shi Sui could make up his mind, a set of heavy footsteps sounded outside the bathroom, followed by Tian Hongjun’s cold laughter. “I could smell that smoke from a mile away. You boys just wait.”

Shi Sui’s hands moved faster than his brain. Before Tian Hongjun entered, he threw the cigarette out the window, grabbed Lu Huaizhi by the collar, and pulled him into a stall. Click. He locked it.

Wang Cheng, left standing outside, was dumbfounded. “?” Did his ‘Dad’ pull the wrong person?

Tian Hongjun had intended to check on Shi Sui in the classroom, but found it empty. Instead, he heard voices in the bathroom accompanied by a choking smell of smoke.

“Wang Cheng, Shi Sui, I’ve caught you this time…” Tian Hongjun rounded the corner, only to find Wang Cheng standing there alone with a blank expression.

Tian Hongjun looked at a fresh cigarette butt on the floor and asked, “Where’s Shi Sui?”

Wang Cheng darted a quick glance at the door of the stall behind him. This small movement made Tian Hongjun chuckle. “In there, right?”

Wang Cheng looked shocked, then stood in front of the stall with a look of martyrdom, shouting, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Tian Hongjun’s ears nearly rang. “Why are you yelling?”

He tried to push Wang Cheng aside, but Wang Cheng refused to move. “Old Tian, just catch me. Shi Sui and the Top Student aren’t smoking.”

Tian Hongjun raised an eyebrow. “Lu Huaizhi is in there too?”

In the stall, Shi Sui was nearly driven mad by Wang Cheng’s stupidity. He gritted his teeth, thinking he might as well just go out, but Lu Huaizhi grabbed his wrist.

Lu Huaizhi shook his head at Shi Sui, pressed the flush button, and called out, “Teacher, is something wrong?”

Tian Hongjun hadn’t expected Lu Huaizhi to really be in there. “Are you alone? Where’s Shi Sui?”

Lu Huaizhi looked down, meeting Shi Sui’s eyes.

Shi Sui glared at him, his expression clearly saying: [What are you looking at? Hand me over if you have the guts.]

Lu Huaizhi understood. His grip on Shi Sui’s wrist tightened slightly, as if in response: [I won’t.]

The stall was narrow. Shi Sui was partially pressed against the door by Lu Huaizhi. Their bodies were almost touching; he could feel the rise and fall of Lu Huaizhi’s chest as he breathed.

He tried to nudge him away with his elbow, but Tian Hongjun spoke again. “Lu Huaizhi?”

Shi Sui didn’t dare move.

“Teacher, I don’t know where Shi Sui is,” Lu Huaizhi finally replied. “But I did hear him talking to Wang Cheng just now. Did he jump out the window?” His voice was steady; he lied without blinking.

This gave Tian Hongjun a new lead. He looked out the window and, sure enough, saw a freshly lit cigarette lying on the ground.

“That brat! He runs fast.”

He walked to the bathroom door, intending to give chase, but then paused. He turned around and walked back slowly, softening his footsteps.

Wang Cheng immediately realized Tian Hongjun’s intent. He wanted to shout a warning, but Tian Hongjun glared at him.

Wang Cheng went silent, blinking apologetically. It’s not that I’m not helping you, brother, it’s that Old Tian is too crafty!

Tian Hongjun bent down and peeked under the stall door. A pair of clean, white sneakers. That was all.

Tian Hongjun hissed. “I actually guessed wrong?”

Wang Cheng’s eyes widened. What? Shi Sui wasn’t caught?

He wanted to peek too, but Tian Hongjun grabbed him by the ear. “You little brat, you’ve got more nerve than Shi Sui, don’t you? Write me a thousand-word self-reflection. And you’re in charge of cleaning the bathrooms this week!”

Tian Hongjun’s scolding and Wang Cheng’s cries of misery faded into the distance.

The people in the stall fell into a dead silence.

Shi Sui had been completely fooled by Tian Hongjun’s trick. Just as he was about to turn the lock, he saw the shadow approaching the bottom of the door.

Before he could react, Lu Huaizhi reached out, grabbed his waist, and lifted him up.

The moment his feet left the ground, Shi Sui was stunned.

? He looked down at their bodies pressed together and his own hands, which had instinctively wrapped around Lu Huaizhi’s neck.

Shi Sui closed his eyes. He wanted to die.

He would rather have been cleaning toilets with Wang Cheng.

When they returned to the classroom, Shi Sui still hadn’t recovered.

Wang Cheng gave them a resentful look before turning back to work on his miserable self-reflection. Old Tian had ordered him to hand it in before school let out.

Lu Huaizhi handed Shi Sui two fever pills.

Shi Sui gave him a blank look, said nothing, and swallowed the pills. He didn’t forget to finish the small cup of warm water next to him.

His actions were cooperative, but his gaze was anything but friendly.

Shi Sui had seen that lifting posture before—it was how Mother Xin lifted Xin Xin. Hands at the waist, lifting the person up to sit on her arm.

Should he be grateful Lu Huaizhi didn’t go all the way?

Lu Huaizhi naturally felt Shi Sui’s gaze. It was a look of gritted teeth.

He looked at the math problem open on his desk, but didn’t write anything for a long time.

He had known Shi Sui was thin when he saw him getting treated in the clinic, but he hadn’t expected him to feel like this when held.

His waist was flexible and strong, easily circled by two hands. He was effortless to lift, and he had even obediently rested his hands on Lu Huaizhi’s shoulders. It was just that he was clearly annoyed afterward.

Lu Huaizhi rubbed his fingertips and asked softly, “Did I hurt you just now?”

Shi Sui: “?” “How could you.”

With Lu Huaizhi’s strength, how could he possibly hurt him?

“Then what are you angry about?”

Shi Sui was stuck again.

“I’m annoyed I didn’t get to smoke.” He made up an excuse.

Lu Huaizhi asked, “Do you like smoking?”

Wang Cheng, from the front row, took a break from writing to answer, “Shi Sui’s addiction is tiny. He only smokes once in a while. Top Student, don’t misunderstand.”

Then he muttered, “But I don’t know what’s wrong with him today, wanting to smoke while he’s sick…”

Shi Sui kicked his chair. “Focus on your self-reflection.”

Lu Huaizhi looked thoughtful. “Is it because your mouth feels tasteless since you’re sick?”

Shi Sui hadn’t expected Lu Huaizhi to guess correctly. He looked a bit uncomfortable.

Lu Huaizhi pulled something out of his pocket and put it on Shi Sui’s desk. “Eat this. Stop smoking.”

A small yellow-orange bag. It was the Bugles snack Lu Huaizhi had taken from the internet cafe that day.

Shi Sui subconsciously swallowed. To be honest, he was craving it.

But… why was Lu Huaizhi treating him like a child?

He was about to toughly throw the snack back when Wang Cheng, hearing talk of food, turned around. “What are you eating?”

Shi Sui swept the Bugles off the desk instantly. “Nothing.” If Wang Cheng found out he had secretly given Lu Huaizhi snacks that day, there would be hell to pay.

Lu Huaizhi tactfully remained silent.

Wang Cheng looked annoyed. “What are you two doing? I wouldn’t steal food from a sick person.” He turned back to his work.

Just as Shi Sui was about to hand the snack back to Lu Huaizhi, Wang Cheng pulled a sneak attack and whipped his head around. “So, what kind of snack is it?”

Shi Sui: “…” He almost hit his hand on the desk as he pulled back.

The corners of Lu Huaizhi’s mouth curved up.

“Wang Cheng, stop asking,” Lu Huaizhi said. “There’s only one bag, just enough for Shi Sui.”

“I’ll bring more next time.”

Wang Cheng was finally satisfied. “Fine.”

In the end, the Bugles went into Shi Sui’s mouth. Fragrant and crunchy.

It seemed Lu Huaizhi had protected them well during the rain yesterday.

Noon break passed quickly.

Shi Sui made it through part of the afternoon classes before he couldn’t hold on anymore and fell back asleep.

By the time school let out, he showed no signs of waking.

Wang Cheng was worried. “Is his fever back?” He wanted to touch Shi Sui’s forehead but didn’t dare, so he nudged Lu Huaizhi. “You do it.”

Lu Huaizhi gently touched the back of his hand to Shi Sui’s forehead. “It’s fine.” He was likely just exhausted from being sick.

In his haze, Shi Sui felt someone moving his head. The fingertips were cool. He frowned. “Lu Huaizhi, f*ck off.” His voice was thick with drowsiness; he clearly wasn’t awake.

After speaking, he buried his face completely into his arms, refusing to let anyone touch him.

Wang Cheng was amused. “Top Student, he can tell it’s you even like this?” He really knew how to recognize people.

No wonder Wang Cheng hadn’t been able to take advantage of him before.

Lu Huaizhi withdrew his hand, put the thermometer and the medicine Shi Sui needed to take after school into a plastic bag, and tucked it into the side pocket of Shi Sui’s backpack.

“Does he have a water bottle?”

He had used disposable cups from the office to give Shi Sui water earlier. He was afraid Shi Sui would be too lazy to boil water at home, so he intended to fill a bottle for him to take.

Wang Cheng thought for a moment. “He has one, but I haven’t seen him use it lately. Maybe it’s in his bag? Check it.”

Lu Huaizhi looked at Shi Sui, who was curled up like a quail. “Shi Sui, I’m looking for your water bottle.”

Shi Sui muttered something irritably.

Wang Cheng couldn’t hear it, but he knew it wasn’t anything nice. He laughed. “Top Student, the teacher’s office will close if we wait much longer.”

“If you’re worried about being scolded by him, I can do it.”

Lu Huaizhi: “Never mind, it’s fine.” He was in a better position to reach.

Lu Huaizhi leaned over, unzipped Shi Sui’s backpack, and reached inside.

The bag was mostly empty, containing only a few crumpled papers and a tightly squeezed paper ball—likely out of frustration from a math problem.

There was no water bottle.

Just as Lu Huaizhi was about to pull his hand back, his fingertips brushed against something hard. Unlike the messy papers, this object was square and held its original shape.

Lu Huaizhi paused and looked down.

A beautiful, familiar sky-blue. Placed in the innermost compartment of the backpack.

It was the love letter he had written to Shi Sui.

Shi Sui, sleeping fitfully, felt like people were talking nearby and using his name, dragging him out of his dream. Not only that, someone was bold enough to be rummaging through his things.

Shi Sui opened his eyes irritably and grabbed the intrusive hand. “Playing thief?”

Lu Huaizhi let him hold his hand. He paused, saying nothing.

Shi Sui thought he was feeling guilty and was about to keep scolding him when he suddenly saw the blue envelope held in Lu Huaizhi’s fingers.

? Fck…*

It took less than 0.1 seconds for Shi Sui to go from cool and aloof to having red ears.

Then, with a shwoosh, he pulled his collar up, buried his face back on the desk, and pretended to be dead.