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What's the difference?

Of course, there are big differences!

Dating and marriage are two completely different things!

Shang Song was about to blurt out a whole explanation to Xie Jing, but when he saw Xie Jing's expressionless face, he stammered and couldn't utter a single word.

Xie Jing didn't seem to intend to make things difficult for him. He slowly ladled himself a bowl of soup, tasted it, and then spoke again:

"Marriage is a legal bond. If one day you get tired of me, weary of me, or can't accept the people or things behind me, and you want to leave, you must get my consent and go through the legally required procedures."

"For you, being in a relationship for a lifetime means that whenever you feel tired or scared, you can turn around and leave at any time, without any formalities, without any entanglements, without even looking back, clean and tidy."

"Shang Song, what you care about is not whether or not you get married."

What you care about is the freedom to walk away unscathed at any time.

Shang Song's grip on his chopsticks as he ate rice gradually weakened. He looked up at Xie Jing, who was still slowly sipping his soup, as if he were discussing a very ordinary philological issue with him.

Shang Song felt completely exposed and, enraged, retorted, "The gap between us is so vast, what's wrong with me wanting to leave myself a way out?"

Xie Jing put down his soup bowl, used the serving chopsticks to pick up a slice of fish and put it into Shang Song's plate: "Yes, you're right, that's correct."

However, in the adult world, there is no right or wrong, only positions.

Especially for someone like Xie Jing, having a way out is, in a sense, a form of betrayal.

But these words were indeed too heavy for Shang Song, who was only 22 years old.

He had no intention of discouraging or destroying Shang Song's silly joy.

He shouldn't deprive Shang Song of his right to protect himself either.

Therefore, he stopped talking about it.

Sure enough, as soon as Shang Song heard Xie Jing say that he was right, his tail immediately perked up.

"Then when are we going to do it?" He shook off his gloomy look and made his request with a straight face, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Xie Jing and pressed, "Tonight? Tomorrow night?"

Xie Jing lowered his eyes to eat, slowly chewing his food before looking up at Shang Song and asking, "Are you really sure?"

Shang Song's voice unconsciously rose: "Does this even need to be considered?"

He had been craving Xie Jing for a long time.

I've gotten pimples from craving so much food.

Xie Jing nodded: "Of course we need to consider it."

He put down his silver chopsticks, wiped his lips with a tissue, and then looked at Shang Song solemnly.

"Shang Song, you know I have contact difficulties."

Shang Song nodded, "I know, so what's wrong?"

Xie Jing emphasized, "But you are my only exception."

"If we get closer," Xie Jing tapped his finger lightly on the table, "it would mean that I've completely decided on you."

He watched as Shang Song's eyes widened, and continued his questioning, "To what extent are you convinced?"

"Maybe, if you were to leave then, I might go crazy."

"I will be unwilling to accept it, and I will be convinced that you will always be mine. At that time, I may not let you go, and I will certainly not let you leave cleanly."

At this point, he lowered his gaze again, his eyes revealing a turbulent, dark sea—an abnormal obsession, even though this obsession had always been well concealed by gentleness.

"This goes against your desired escape route, so you naturally need to consider it carefully."

"Therefore, before you've made up your mind," he looked up again, his eyes now calm, and as he looked at Shang Song's face, which had turned deathly pale, he concluded slowly:

"Not tonight, not tomorrow night either."

Shang Song's sly daydream vanished instantly. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask why Xie Jing was making such a big deal out of it, and that he hadn't said he was going to sleep with her and then run away, but the words just wouldn't come out.

It's true that Xie Jing has contact difficulties.

So doing that kind of thing was indeed a huge challenge for Xie Jing.

Xie Jing's thinking seems to make sense, doesn't it?

But what about himself?

Does he dare to say that after sleeping with Xie Jing, he will never run away for the rest of his life?

He dare not.

At least for now, I wouldn't dare.

The dinner was rather unappetizing.

After dinner, Xie Jing went downstairs to work, while Shang Song went to take a shower in a daze.

When Shang Song was changing into his pajamas after taking a shower, he suddenly paused while buttoning his clothes.

Is he the only one who lusts after Xie Jing's body?

impossible!

When they were at his house, Xie Jing would unbutton his pajamas every night while he was sleeping!

If Xie Jingxian loses his temper, can he still use those scary words to intimidate him?!

That's absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this, he stopped fastening the two buttons he usually wore and decided not to wear pajamas.

He quickly pulled off his pajamas, then hastily put on a pair of shorts, climbed onto the bed, and took out his phone to text Xie Jing: "Come up and sleep with me soon."

About ten minutes later, Xie Jing replied, "Okay."

Around 9 p.m., Xie Jing pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Inside, the main light was on. Shang Song was lying on the bed playing games, with the blanket loosely draped over him, revealing a large portion of his shoulders and back, and a pair of raised feet.

Xie Jing looked at the large expanse of fair skin and frowned slightly: "Is the heating too hot?"

Shang Song, who was trying her best to strike the most alluring pose, thought: "...?"

Is it because it's not alluring enough?

In the game, the little bear Songsong was slapped to death by the BOSS while he was daydreaming.

Shang Song abruptly turned his head, his carefully crafted hunting posture instantly crumbling. He roared:

"Xie Jing! Is there something wrong with your eyes?!"

Xie Jing ignored him, walked straight to the bedside, and reached out to feel Shang Song's forehead temperature. "No fever."

He withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping over Shang Song's bare shoulders and back, then pulled the blanket over him. "Cover yourself up properly, you'll easily catch a cold."

Shang Song: "..."

He sat bolt upright in bed, pointing at himself, his fingers trembling. "I did it on purpose! Can't you tell?!"

"I wasn't wearing pajamas! I deliberately didn't!"

Xie Jing paused in his tracks as he headed for the bathroom, turned around, and slowly repeated, "Did you deliberately not wear anything?"

He pressed his knees onto the bed, leaning forward and supporting himself with one hand beside Shang Song, forcing Shang Song to fall back onto the bed. He was so close that Shang Song could even smell the scent of some kind of reagent used to treat ancient books on him. "It means..."

His gaze, sharp and tangible, slowly swept down inch by inch from Shang Song's exposed collarbone, his voice carrying a dangerously low huskiness:

"...Have you made up your mind?"

???

Shang Song's mind went blank for a moment, and he completely lost his train of thought.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself looking like a fool.

If she hadn't thought it through, why would she voluntarily not wear pajamas? Why would she text Xie Jing to tell him to come up to bed early?

"I...I..." Shang Song stammered, his face flushed red. He tried to shrink back, but Xie Jingquan held him down, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"I just want to..."

Looking into Xie Jing's deep eyes, he couldn't say anything, so he simply reached out and put his arm around Xie Jing's neck, resting his head on Xie Jing's shoulder.

He hugged the person, but couldn't see their face or their eyes, so he stopped talking.

Like an ostrich, trying to get away with being cute.

Xie Jing was held in his arms, and his hands unconsciously wrapped around the other person, touching something warm and smooth.

His hand slowly moved down, landing on that supple side of his waist, his fingertips gradually applying pressure, grinding over it inch by inch.

He whispered in Shang Song's ear, "Does hugging me now mean you've really thought it through, but are too shy to say it aloud and can only express it through actions?"

Shang Song was so frightened that she hugged him even tighter, babbling, "No! No! I'll hug you if I want to! I haven't thought it through! I won't wear pajamas if I don't want to!"

Xie Jing paused, his hand grinding against Shang Song's side, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He chuckled softly, then exerted force on Shang Song's waist, shifting his body to the side and adjusting his posture.

The next moment, the two switched positions. Xie Jing sat on the edge of the bed, while Shang Song, along with a corner of the blanket, was pressed onto Xie Jing's lap.

Shang Song: "Ah! Xie Jing, what are you doing?!"

Xie Jing pulled back the corner of the blanket, revealing the shorts Shang Song was wearing.

His gaze swept over the person on his lap, ignoring Shang Song's flailing limbs. He pressed down on Shang Song with one hand and raised the other.

"Snapped!"

A slap, neither too hard nor too soft, landed on Shang Song's buttocks.

Shang Song: "!!!???"