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Han Wenqing was waiting for Ye Xiu. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, hands placed in the pockets of his jacket.
Ye Xiu smiled. When given a prime opportunity to troll Han Wenqing in one of the abandoned stairwells in Xiaoshan Stadium, one had to grasp it with enthusiasm. So he did.
Ye Xiu approached Han Wenqing as quietly as he could.
He stopped right in front of him. And loudly slapped his left hand against the wall, right next to Han Wenqing’s face.
“You ambushed us at the internet cafe, and now you’re ambushing me just before the match? This is pretty shameless of you Old Han.” Ye Xiu spoke barely louder than a whisper so he had to lean close to Han Wenqing. They were far away from the main seating area but the fans’ cheers and enthusiasm seeped through the walls.
Han Wenqing opened his eyes and regarded Ye Xiu with slight displeasure.
Wordlessly, Han Wenqing reached for Ye Xiu’s left hand and held it up for inspection.
Han Wenqing swept his thumb against Ye Xiu’s palm before gently massaging each of his fingers.
“That was reckless. What if you hurt your hand.”
Ye Xiu sighed in disappointment. “I was trying to do the kabedon thing Su Mucheng showed me recently. You could try to act like your heart fluttered or something.”
“My heart did flutter,” Han Wenqing replied, completely deadpan.
Ye Xiu huffed, “Liar.”
Ye Xiu leaned closer towards Han Wenqing. And in the next moment, he was engulfed in a hug with Han Weqing’s arm securely fastened around his waist.
“Are you playing in the individual round?” Han Wenqing demanded.
Ye Xiu couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re being really shameless right now.”
Han Wenqing didn’t bother to reply. Instead he placed a rough kiss on Ye Xiu’s forehead—which some might have compared to a mafioso's kiss of death, but one which Ye Xiu could only describe as gentle—before abruptly stepping back and letting go of Ye Xiu.
“I’ll see you on stage.”
Ye Xiu, who’s heart did flutter, replied: “You will.”