5☆ Date with Charlie - Platinum Flamboyance (铂金风度) | Light and Night Battle Pass Card 光与夜之恋

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Few days ago, I received a task from the company-- A celebrity that is unwilling to reveal his identity appointed me to customize a formalwear for him.

Seeing the remuneration offered by the celebrity, I feel my capabilities has already been fully acknowledged.

But the celebrity's temper is so elusive, and he actually made me to visit his home on a weekend morning.

Standing before the golden and black fence, a proud face subconsciously surfaced from my mind.

You: This style feels a little familiar... No, why am I always being reminded of that fella?

Just right when I've chased off that familiar face from my mind, I saw the graceful elderly butler walking towards me.

???: Miss Y/N, this way please.

You: ... Jill*?!

*T/N: Jill is a made-up name for 吉叔 (Uncle Ji).

It's really "what you think, what will come"...

I wonder what new sort of game Charlie is playing now... I sighed internally, and followed Jill into the garden before me.

Speaking of it, this is actually my first time coming to Charlie's house. I can't help but to slow down my footsteps, and examine around meticulously.

Despite having seen so much of breathtaking architectural works, I'm still impressed by the house with all four walls completely made of glass, it's almost like a box made of natural light.

The square pool s right before the house, the water surface is at the same height as the floor, yet there's not a single drop of water spilled despite winds have brushed over.

Walking into the house, the mirror-like marble walls complements the low-profile, graceful black leather furniture, filled with a modern, luxurious feeling.

But the villa is just too big, I've not seen him even after I've been walking for so long. I felt a little awkward, so I proactively began conversing with Jill.

You: Charlie... I mean what kind of activity is Mister Charlie going to attend? Are there any requirements for the formalwear?

Jill: Regarding the details, it's better for you to ask him in person, Miss Y/N.

After entering the room, climbing the stairs and making a turn, a long corridor appeared before me.

Upon arrival to the end of the corridor, a door is half-closed, with a faint, refreshing yet damp warmness wafted from the door. I curiously looked into the room.

Charlie, who is dressed in his bathrobe is standing before the mirror, holding a shirt in his hand.

Seemingly to have just gotten out from the bath, there are still droplets of crystal-clear waters hanging over his barren chest, slowly gliding down along the pale skin and the lines of his muscles, disappearing into the shadows.

He has not noticed my gaze, but to immerse himself within his looks in the mirror, just like the young Narcissus looking into the narcissus flowers in the spring*.

*T/N: Narcissus, in Greek mythology, the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope.  He fell in love with his own reflection in the waters of a spring and pined away (or killed himself); the flower that bears his name sprang up where he died.

Charlie: Robe or usual clothes? It's so bothersome. Wearing a robe, eating desserts as I languidly and casually wake up to welcome her arrival... It's an ideal scenario that I'd like to have. But it doesn't seem proper to welcome a lady in a robe. If I were to wear my usual clothes, it'll make this meeting to be overly formal. If traces of me carefully preparing this is seen, the romantic atmosphere will be greatly discounted. Sherry*, which kind of my appearance do you think she would like? Answer me after you have given it a good thought, this is a great timing for me to close up the distance with my fiancée. 

*T/N: Sherry is a round plump sparrow Charlie adopted from the zoo in this date.

Sherry: Chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp chirp.

Charlie: Is that so? ... Oh, alright then, you're right. Men should be a little more reserved.

I could no longer hold back the twitching on my lips, and knocked on the half-closed door, reminding him that I've heard all of his monologues.

You: Sherry is right.

On the next second, Sherry have flapped her wings and flew out from the room.

Charlie turned around to meet my gaze, after being stunned for a second, an awkwardness surfaced from his face. But he very quickly pulled himself back together, and showed a self-presumed posture that he finds charming, winking at me with an arm supporting his head.

Charlie: Tsk tsk, you're already missing me so crazily that you've chased me all the way to my changing room. Wanna come in and continue our talk?

You: Talk after you've dressed properly!

With a slam, I quickly pulled the door shut.

10 minutes later, Charlie has dressed well, and walked towards me with a triumphant smile hanging over his lips.

You: Why do you need to go through my company if you want me to design clothes for you? Acting all mysterious.

Charlie: Well I have to be impartial between work and private life after all. If I were to commission you privately, what happens if my fiancée is too shy to receive my money?

You: You think of me too politely. If I were to accept your private commission, of course I'd fulfill it through whatever means.

Charlie: Oh! I can't ask for more. Oh right, I'll show you around our house. If you don't like it, we can live elsewhere after we are married. Then I'll also make a few more orders with my fiancée along the way. For instance, a robe suitable to wear when I'm chatting in the open air café. Also, a suitable couple swimsuit when I am playing with my fiancée in the swimming pool.

You: Also a suitable polar fleece pajamas for you when I lock you up in the balcony because I find you too noisy?

Charlie: Not bad, I can already see that you're ready to enter this phase of life.

You: ... Hold it!

Under Charlie's lead, we strolled in the spacious villa. While exclaiming on the delicate interior design, I also carefully listened to his overall request towards this formalwear.

You: Understood. Don't worry, I will definitely design a retro suit of your ideals.

Charlie: I'd naturally trust my fiancée's workmanship. 

You: Then that's all for today, I'll be looking up for some information to search for inspiration.

Just when I turned around, Charlie slide sideways to block himself before me.

Charlie: Wait up, working overtime on the weekends is not a good habit. Follow me, I'll bring you out. Who knows the inspiration you need is just within my daily life.

You: Going out? Where are we going?

Charlie: Hmm... Let me think...

After hesitating, Charlie snapped his fingers, and Jill popped out from nowhere.

Charlie took a glass bottle from Jill's hands and handed it to me, it's filled with paper slips.

Charlie: Draw one, we'll go wherever written on the slip you drew.

You: What are all of these in here?

Charlie: They are all my secret properties.

I grabbed a paper slip in doubt, and opened it to have a look.

You: HALO Billiard clubhouse? Isn't your business scope a little too wide?

Charlie: Are you starting to get excited already? This is a drop in the ocean.

You: I'm not excited, I'm just feeling a headache.

Charlie: What are you having a headache for?

You: Tell me, how much is the turnover for the billiards clubhouse last month?

Charlie: ... 5 million... probably?

His eyes are looking upwards, and it's obviously him making up the figures.

You: Stop making up the figures. It's better for you to not know about it.

Charlie: Why is that?

You: I think rather than having the time to start a side business, Dr. Zha should rest more.

Charlie: Facing such a rich properly, I really have not expected for your first reaction to be touched, but to feel concerned for my wellbeing. The sudden care from my fiancée felt so heartwarming, just like a kiss before heading out.

You: What are you trying to hint about? It's pointless to hint it, let's hurry up and go.

An hour later, I followed Charlie into a high-end billiard clubhouse located in downtown.

The crystal chandeliers are so gorgeous, the mirrors are cut into diamond shapes as they got embellished onto the walls, with heavy golden frames displaying famous paintings all over.

You: As expected of Charlie's territory, it's so meticulous... 

At one point I'm uncertain if this is a billiard clubhouse or a private museum, looking at the deep space that extends everywhere, I started hesitating.

You: Where should I look first?

[Choice: Where should I look first?]

Calling: To the bar

Intimacy: Play billiards

Heartthrob: Look at the collections

[Choice: Do Nothing]

I don't have much interest in the billiard halls, and I felt so lazy to get up as soon as I sat on the sofa.

After having a simple meal in the clubhouse, the number of customers are gradually increasing at noon.

Looking at the various kinds of attire from the guests, I received a lot of inspiration for design. Charlie's retro suit is slowly taking shape in my mind.

[Calling: To the bar]

I'm a little thirsty, so I let Charlie to bring me to the bar.

Just when I ordered a fruit platter, I saw a stranger walking towards us.

Man: Young master Zha is such a busy man, I've been waiting for you for a long time.

He then extends an arm, and briefly shook hands with Charlie.

Man: I wonder if your father was satisfied with that bottle of red wine back then? If it's satisfactory I'll let the winery to send some over regularly.

Charlie kept his hand back, and faintly glanced elsewhere.

Charlie: Then you should ask him. Do you have anything else?

Man: Of course, regarding the movements of your father, I believe you'd be interested...

The man's gaze lingered around me, obviously being scrupulous about my presence. Just when I was about to stand up, Charlie pressed onto my shoulder gently.

Charlie: Just wait for me right here, I'll be back shortly.

You: Okay, just go without worrying about me.

Charlie smiled at me, standing up, and left with the man following behind him.

After a long time, Charlie has yet to return.

At first there were at least a waiter at the bar, but afterwards even the waiter has disappeared.

I looked at the quiet billiard clubhouse, feeling a little bored, and also a little anxious.

Charlie is probably still in the clubhouse, he didn't go far, did he? I'll try calling for him.

[Try calling him]

[Outcome 1: Mutter gibberish]

I tried calling him a few times, but there were no response.

I suppose Charlie must have something very important to handle, otherwise he wouldn't leave me here.

After giving it much thoughts, I left him a memo, and booked a taxi home.

[Outcome 2: Call him by his name in Chinese]

I didn't expect Charlie to open the door and entered as soon as I called for him.

His expressions didn't look too well, but returned to his gentleness as soon as he saw me.

Charlie: I'm here. My fiancée, you've finally had a taste of "a day of separation is as long as three autumns"?

You: No way, I was just calling for fun. Are you okay? Did the matter earlier got resolved?

Charlie: It's solved for now. The time now is all dedicated for you.

Charlie sat by my side, snapped his fingers, and the waiter immediately walked out from the workship, serving a glass of yellow drink.

You: Aren't you someone who never drinks?

Charlie: Give it a try.

I looked towards him in doubt, took the glass and had a sip.

You: ... Filling oolong tea in a whisky cup, as expected of you.

Charlie: It's merely a socializing trick.

I watched him drinking oolong tea under the blurred lights in front of the bar table, and I can't help but to make fun of him.

You: Sometimes I really think you are really a mismatch with environments like this.

Charlie: It doesn't matter, it's fine as long as I'm a match with you.

You: Who wants to even be a match with you, I'd still drink cocktails if I arrive places like this.

Charlie: Oh? What do you want to drink? Just let your fiancé make a glass for you.

He placed his glass down in interest, I put my guards up a little, and looked at him in disbelief.

You: Doctor Zha, you don't even know the taste of each type of base alcohol, and you actually think of bartending? Just admit it, there's still something that the perfect Charlie can't do.

He raised a brow. I didn't expect for my words to not only unable to diminish this idea of his, but have enticed his fighting spirit instead.

Charlie: Since you've said it, then I must make a drink that leaves a deep impression to my fiancée. Just you wait.

He stood up with no hesitations, stride to the back of the bar table, and with a short thought, he took out the tools and started working on it. The bar table is very quickly messed up by him with all of the placements.

For a moment he looked just like a bartender that casually tinkles with the cocktail shaker, yet another moment he looked just like a student entering the chemistry lab for his very first time, holding his breath as he pours the liquid into a glass container.

I stared at his serious look, and my logic told me this is highly possible to be undrinkable, yet the anticipation in my heart have subconsciously climbing higher.

Very quickly, a bright-colored liquid is served before me.

In the triangle glass, the violet color on the top layer is slowly gradating to the orange-pink of the bottom layer, and a shimmer reflects under the enchanting lights of the bar table. A heart-shaped cherry hangs in the middle, spinning as it floats about.

You: It's so beautiful!

This glass of wine is just like a miniature scene, reminding me of the skies of the dawn. I immediately took out my phone and snapped a picture.

Charlie: This is my original cocktail, I thought of two names for it. One is "Dawn", and the other is "Lover". Which one would you prefer, miss?

You: You're saying "Dawn"? We had the same thought! but why did you think of the name "Lover"?

The question just came out from my lips, but I suddenly noticed the color of the alcohol, and that tiny little heart, the answer is suddenly revealing itself*.

*T/N: It's their default eye-color... 😭

I don't know how I should reply to him, but a sliver of tickle surfaced from my heart.

I was just about to lift the glass up and give it a try right after I took pictures, but Charlie pressed onto my hand instead.

Charlie: It's better to not drink it. It's just for looks, I can't guarantee its taste.

You: Don't~ You've already worked so hard to make this drink, I wanted to give it a try.

I held the glass up stably, not wanting to destroy its breathtakingly beautiful colors, and gave it a light sip.

The sweet and sour taste spreads from the tip of my tongue, it's a little hard to describe, but it doesn't taste bad, and I could even say there's a sliver of surprise.

You: I'll take back my words just now, there's indeed nothing that the perfect Charlie can't do in this world.

Charlie: But this time the works doesn't attribute to me alone, it's you who gave me inspiration.

From an angle that he can't see, I opened the photo in my phone, and secretly added the cocktail's name in its corner: Lover.

[Outcome 3: Call him 'fiancé' or 'husband' in Chinese]

Since there aren't anyone around, I called out the nickname that is rather embarrassing.

I didn't expect the inner side door of the bar to open, with a waiter rushing out with a tray as soon as I spoke.

Waiter: Boss lady, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting!

You: Wait, actually I'm not...

Waiter: Boss said he is stuck with some troublesome matters, so he's unable to return for the time being. If you feel tired, I can bring you to the lounge to have a rest. If you wish to leave, we can have a driver to send you back.

I hesitated. Since Charlie is facing something tacky, it's hard to say on when he'll be back.

But, if he found out I've already left after handling something tacky, would he be feeling down?

You: ... I guess I'll wait for him a little more.

Waiter: Certainly, then allow me to show you the lounge.

It's a little cold around the bar table, so I stood up and followed the waiter. After we turned here and there in the deep corridors, he pushed a hidden door open.

This is an elegant little bedroom, the waiter places his tray down, it's filled with various snacks, and even minigames to end boredom.

Waiter: These are all prepared for you by the boss. If there are any other needs, please do not hesitate to let me know, boss lady.

You: You've misunderstood, I'm really not the boss lady or any sort.

Waiter: You must've been joking.

He showed a well-practiced business-like smile. Remembering the way I impulsively addressed Charlie, I think it is indeed quite difficult to explain it.

You: ... You can go back to your duties now. Thank you very much.

After the waiter have left, I collapsed onto the bed.

There's Charlie's scent on the bed, is this a room that he always used? I lifted my head and looked around, the photo of Charlie playing billiard have proved my guesses.

As I think about him, I subconsciously fell asleep.

Unsure how long has passed, it feels like there's someone whispering my name by my ear.

MC: ...?

I slowly opened my eyes, what lies before me is the infinitely magnified face of Charlie.

Charlie: Wake up? I'm back.

He is really too close to me, I worried that I look bad while sleeping, so I quickly pulled the corners of the blanket high up, and covered my face.

You: Ah, I actually fell asleep!

Charlie: Yeah, you were sleeping so soundly, you even sleep talked.

You: Wh- What?

Charlie: Because you were worried that I encountered something unhappy, so you stayed to wait for me. I'm really touched.

I subconsciously shivered, and covered my mouth awkwardly. If he doesn't have the ability to read minds, then there's only one possibility left, I've really sleep talked...

Charlie: Now that I'm back, what sort of consolation have you prepared for me? Let me have a look.

You: I see that you're quite good in every aspect, you don't seem like you need consolations.

Charlie: Who said that? I was just attentive enough to force a smile in front of you, it doesn't mean I don't need your consolation. If you haven't think of it, then I am going to proactively ask for it.

He started to slowly lean his body forward, that I can gradually see a clear reflection of myself in his eyes. Remembering that the bed is right behind me, I flustered as I pushed his chest in declination, and stopped him from making a further step.

You: Charlie! If you think you can do anything just because this is your territory, then I'll never come again! It's not like I can't console you, but you have to tell me why you're unhappy.

This tactic is effective indeed, he quickly sat back properly.

Charlie: *sighs* It's all the trivial matters of tycoon families. Let me think, where should I begin... He, is the proud son of the heavens of the medical empire; he, is wealthy with unlimited potential, having the perfect life. Just when he is immersing himself in happiness, one day, he pushed open the door to the basement, the scene before him ruined everything he has...

Charlie: The remaining content is only available to family members. Fiancée, hurry and work hard~

I gave him a flick between his brows full of smiles.

You: Then the proud son of heavens should watch lesser weird things!

Charlie: Sure, I'll listen to you.

He stared at me seriously, after a while, his smile soothes a little, but became softer.

Charlie: Actually, seeing you being here have solved all problems.

He sighed lightly, as if he wanted to chase off all of his exhaustion away from his body, and gently placed his forehead on my shoulder.

I suddenly feel relieved for staying, seeing a tired side of his that he would never show at normal times, and lent him my shoulder.

I subconsciously extended an arm to caress the top of his hair.

You: I'm not even that great...

Charlie: As my fiancée, you can always be more confident in yourself. 

[Intimacy: Play billiards]

I clearly remembered, the moment I picked up the cue stick wanting to have a match with Charlie, he definitely have smiled without making a comment.

I didn't understand why he were smiling back then. Yet after a round ended, I understood right away.

Charlie: Where did you learn your billiard skills from? It's better to learn all over again from the start.

You: Hey, was it that bad? I was just...

Charlie: Here, show me how you pocket a ball.

Hence I picked up the cue stick and leaned on the bed of table. Under Charlie's repetitive inspective looks, I actually started to feel my posture is getting increasingly awkward and uncomfortable.

Charlie: Are you going to dance for me? A Shaman dance?

You: You're the shaman! I- I haven't found my feeling...

Charlie looked at me in slight ridicule, stood up, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards my back.

The faint Fougère scent on him have wafted into my nose.

On the next second, his chest sticks to my back, and my hand is gently held under his.

He's so close, so close that it feels like I could hear his breaths.

My body stiffened, the sounds of heartbeat in my ears began accelerating.

You: You're sticking too close... Your bartender is looking at us alright...

Charlie: This is the most noble hands-on teaching service in this billiard clubhouse, are you certain that you wish to decline it, miss?

He chuckled lightly, poking his head out and leaned close to me. The moment our ears rubbed each other, I subconsciously trembled.

Charlie: Your ears are red. Could you've been captured by my breath?

He smiled as he stared at me, the breath he let out are like shapeless butterflies flying across my cheeks, leaving a patch of hotness.

You: Aren't you going to teach? Then hurry up and begin.

Charlie: Sure.

His left arm extended out from my side once again, and his right hand gently lifting my hand holding the cue stick.

It really does look like a dance with a weird posture, I'm now circled in his arms, led under his postures and breaths.

Charlie: Here, spread your fingers, arch the joints, and thumbs up. Raise the thumb a little more, get closer to the index finger, a little higher. Yes, just like this, left hand one and a half palm off the tip of the cue stick, hold the cue stick with the space between your thumb and index finger.

His chest vibrates to my back as he speaks. I used all my might to pull my wandering consciousness back together, and put on a look as if I'm learning seriously.

You: Like this?

Charlie: Mm, not bad. Press yourself lower, lower, and a little lower.

As he speaks, his body presses a little more lower, even the tip of his nose have brushed past my ear. I can feel my heart about to be overloaded, and subconsciously lowered my head.

Charlie: Look up, stare at the ball and the cue stick, lining it into a straight line with the pocket, and hit it with the strength from your wrist.

I followed his instructions, looking at the three points linking into a line, squeezed the cue stick a little, and my heartbeat accelerated out of nowhere.

I nervously gulped.

You: If I didn't manage to pocket a ball, you can't laugh at me alright.

Charlie: Of course I'd be laughing at you. 

You: ......

Charlie: *chuckles* Relax, don't hold onto other thoughts, just hit it out according to your understanding.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and hit it out.

The ball draws into a curve on the green table, and under my nervous heartbeats and gaze that dared not to move, it actually fell into the pocket.

You: ... I did it! Am I smart? Am I smart?!

I turned around in excitement, but I forgot there that there's still the long cue stick in my hand...

Charlie: Ouch!

A sound of exaggerated moan spilled out from Charlie's lips, I felt the cue stick seeming have bumped into somewhere hard. I hit him!

You: ... I'm sorry!

I feel helpless, yet I'm panicking in guilty conscience, repetitively examining him without knowing where he was hit.

You: Does it hurt? How about let me have a look?

Observe where he's injured, and rub it for him...

[Tap on him]

[Outcome 1: Tap anywhere but his forehead]

[Tap on his neck] Mm, your technique isn't bad, you can add a little more strength.

[Tap on his chest] I like your directness. 

[Tap on his abdomen] You have to know I don't simply let others touch my belly, you're an exception.

[Tap under his belt] Is it here? But, I won't be against it even if you rub it for me. 

Charlie: Fiancée, are you already unable to hold back to have your hands all over me in public? 

You: Stop joking around, where exactly did I hit you? Hurry and tell me, don't make me worry.

Charlie: You're worrying about me so much? Actually... It's here.

He pointed towards the side of his waist, it's not low or high, just slightly above his belt.

He still looked fine earlier, but he's now whiny all of a sudden, even his voice is carrying a sliver of grievance and weakness.

Charlie: Sigh, I wonder if the injury is serious, of if it's bruised. Dr. Y/N, would you help me to lift my shirt up and examine it for me?

 stared at his shiny metal belt buckle, feeling all embarrassed.

You: I'll skip looking! I'll rub it for you.

Without giving him a room to refute, I immediately extended an arm and covered the spot he's hit, then gently rubbed in circles.

His waist muscles are very tight, with its slight heat passing through the thin shirt, even rising and falling along his breath.

The atmosphere seemed to have become a little weird, my heartbeat messed up a little, and accidentally lost my control of strength.

I thought it'd hurt him, but I didn't expect for him to only droop his gaze at me. I immediately came back to realization.

You: Charlie, were you really hit here? You can't possibly be lying to me aren't you?

Charlie shrugged with an innocent look over his face.

Charlie: Actually I've forgotten about it too, that's why I asked you to lift the shirt up and have a look.

You: What a waste of time for me to be concerned about you! Get away from me!

He quickly held onto my wrist.

Charlie: Hey, don't be angry, fiancée. I'll treat you some ice-cream. 

He took out a box of ice-cream from the refrigerator behind me, and handed a scoop to my mouth.

The cooling sweetness suddenly invaded my mouth, I widened my eyes as I see Charlie's smile fixed at the center of my view.

That bite, was really sweet.

[Outcome 2: Tap on the mark on his forehead]

[Tap on his forehead] My fiancée is indeed paying a lot of attention to me.

I pulled his light-colored fringe away, and noticed there's really a red mark over there.

I panickily pulled him to a brighter spot before the bar table, the red mark on the forehead is looking more obvious now.

I tiptoed and rubbed his forehead.

You: Does it hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose!

Charlie: Don't be nervous, this sort of bumps are nothing to me.

You: Then it's still better to put an ice pack over it! Where's the fridge?

Charlie: On the right side behind you.

Thankfully there's a boxed ice cream in the refrigerator, there's no need to make ice cubes on purpose. I simply wrapped it with a tissue, and gently applied it over his forehead.

Yet he doesn't seem to be satisfied with the place of contact, lifting an arm and grabbed my hand, and moved it a little.

The boiling touch at the back of my hand has formed into great contrasts with the coldness on my palm. I stared at him, quietly waiting for him to let go of his hand, but he has not made a movement after quite a while.

The surroundings seemed to have quiet down in an instant. In a place that is only within an arm's reach, Charlie stared at me seriously, his eyes curved in smiles. Under the beautiful lamps, the lights poured a layer of gentle colors over his face.

A sliver of oddity surfaced in my heart, I can only avert my gaze away, but my gaze is attracted by the words of "chocolate pistachio flavor" printed on the ice-cream.

Charlie: Wanna eat?

You: I'm just curious.

I turned the ice-cream to another side, planning to remember its brand. But besides the ingredients list, why aren't there any other wordings?

Charlie: Don't find anymore, this is made by the Zha family. Look for me if you want to eat it, you can't buy this anywhere else.

You: No wonder... It does look like a flavor that you'd like. Let me guess, are the Zha Ice Cream also having vanilla pistachio flavor, strawberry pistachio flavor, and match pistachio flavor?

Charlie: How do you know?

You: Because their boss is a "happy nut*"~

*T/N: In China, pistachios are called 开心果 = happy nut, because the split shell resembles a smile. Eating pistachios may reduce your body's response to the stresses of everyday life with a high healthy fat content, lots of fiber and plenty of antioxidants to keep blood vessels open and relaxed during stressful moments. The same phrase, 开心果  also means someone who always bring joy.

Charlie raises his brows in slight surprise, suddenly took the box away from my hand, opened it, and handed a scoop to my lips.

Charlie: Here, open your mouth.

You: We aren't even done with applying it as ice pack!

Charlie: Doctor Zha thinks it's already fine enough.

You: Alright then... Mm--

The instant it enters my mouth, an unbearable soreness came from my gums, it's so cold that I squinted my eyes.

Charlie: Your dental nerves are this sensitive? Then it's better for you to not eat it.

Charlie was about to take the ice-cream away, I quickly pulled his hand.

You: It's fine, I can do this! One more bite, just one more bite and I'll be fine!

He took a smaller scoop than before, and send it to my mouth. As expected, my teeth has already gotten used to this temperature, and this time it isn't sensitive anymore.

Charlie: How is it? Isn't this pistachio flavor getting increasingly addictive as you eat it?

You: Yeah, just like its boss, the more you taste it, the more interesting it gets.

Charlie: Mm, what a high-class taste.

As we spoke, the cooling sweetness suddenly invaded my mouth, I widened my eyes as I see Charlie's smile fixed at the center of my view.

That bite, was really sweet.

[Heartthrob: Look at the collections]

I was attracted by the paintings on the wall, so I can't help myself but to walk forward to have a closer look.

You: Charlie, are all of these part of your collection?

Charlie: Mhm. Accurately speaking, it's the gifts from friends everywhere when the clubhouse was open.

You: This painting is the "Praying Saint" from the middle ages! Also this sculpture of "Angel Descends" by Welt Rolan*... Are they all authentic pieces?

*T/N: I'm almost certain these artwork are made up lol.

Charlie: Of course.

I can't help but to gasp, feeling all respectful, and leaned closer to have a good look for a while.

Walking a little forward, there's a puppet wearing a western imperial uniform placed on the display stand.

The baroque embroidery on the plackets has a complicated yet warm retro patterns, glowing in golden halos under the light, looking very eye-catching.

You: This must be a royal collection, the workmanship is so delicate!

I stared at the embroidery without averting my gaze, getting completely immersed into it. Suddenly, an idea appeared, and the retro suit I'm about to design for Charlie is slowly taking shape in my heart.

If I were to use the baroque embroidery on the suit, it'd definitely have an excellent effect.

You: I suddenly had an inspiration just now, I think this suit--

On the next second, Charlie placed the puppet into my arms.

Charlie: You liked it, so he's yours now.

You: That won't do, this is too expensive, I just wanted to observe it.

Charlie: There's nothing that won't do, I have a say on my things. If you are really feeling too shy for it, then consider changing your status*.

*T/N: a.k.a. marry him and be his legitimate wife. HAHAH.

It took me a while to understand what he meant, and angrily glared at him.

You: ... Your ability to slot things around is getting stronger now isn't it?

I'm worried Charlie would be shoving things into my arms if I keep looking, so I quickly placed the puppet back to its original place, turned around and walked away.

You: I almost forgot this is a billiards clubhouse! Charlie, let's play billiards!

Charlie: Sure thing, follow me.

Under Charlie's lead, I walked into the billiards area. Same as the other places of the clubhouse, it's extravagantly decorated and spacious. It's just that...

You: Why is it so quiet? Isn't it making 5 million per month...

Charlie: The guests are usually here around afternoon, it's not time yet.

We stopped our footsteps by a pool table. I simply picked up a cue stick, the unique touch over my fingertips enticed my attention.

The back handle of the cue stick has a delicate jewel flower embellished on it, even the pattern of the wood is very unique, it glistens in golden starlight under the lights, it's definitely something out of the ordinary.

You: You can't possibly be having collectible cue sticks over here too, right?

Charlie: That cue stick isn't even considered a collection, the true collectibles are on the wall.

I turned around and looked along with his line of gaze. The glass shelf on the wall has a cue stick on it, because the lighting here is a little dim, so I didn't notice it earlier.

But when I walked over to have a closer look, I was stunned.

This cue stick seemed to have been through ages, the leather at the back handle has already been worn out, and the body of the cue stick is dull.

You: This is?

Charlie: This cue stick belongs to the famous billiard player of the last century, Wells. It witnessed Wells to receive his continuous world championship for ten straight years.

You: It's really legendary...

Charlie: And the cue stick you were holding just now is just a product sold at 10 thousand yuan, there's nothing rare about.

Ten thousand... I carefully picked the cue stick up again, and it feels like it's getting heavier than before.

I subconsciously raised my gaze to have a glance, only to see Charlie casually picking a cue stick, gracefully picked up a chalk as he slowly applying it to the cue tip.

The warm yellow lights pours down from his crown, spilling over his shoulders and back, shining his hair and eyelashes until they almost look transparent.

He languidly leans against the pool table, his long legs slightly crossed as they supported his body.

The slender fingers glides along the cue stick, as if he's petting his pet lovingly. His looks that I can't pick a single thing from seems to have been coated with a luxuriant golden light when paired with the cue stick in his hand.

The cue stick in his hand is looking completely different from the one in mine... After being through the happenings earlier, my curiosity is heightened for once again.

You: Then how does the cue stick in your hand compare with mine?

Charlie: How about you take a guess?

After applying the chalk, Charlie lowered his body, aiming at his target, and the tip of the cue stick is aimed to the cue ball, with his focus gathered, he quickly made a strike.

After the ball reflected along the edge of the table, it is pocketed accurately.

Before I have even responded to it, he has already stood by the left side of the table quickly.

Accurately positioning himself, aiming the second ball... pocked in a single hit, he moved extremely fast, it was simple and neat.

You: ... This is just like the standards of a pro player!

I rubbed my eyes, feeling a little disbelief at the scene I'm now looking at.

The impression he gives are usually being slacking, but when he's serious, his entirety will subconsciously release an aura of calmness.

Confident and certain, unstoppable, as if everyone else are not in his eyes, yet he's so relaxed as if this is just a show.

You: You're so impressive!

Charlie lifted his chin, his thin lips curved into a proud curve, his tall figure embellished under the beautiful golden lights, his gaze towards me are so bright that I spaced out.

Charlie: Have you guessed it? The value of this cue stick.

I took the cue stick from his hand, examining its material and workmanship, but I can't see anything.

You: First give me some hint! Is it more expensive than the one in my hand?

Charlie: No comment.

You: ... Although I have no idea, but for Charlie to hold it in his hands, it must've been valuable.

Charlie: My fiancée has a good taste indeed. 

You: If that's the case, then I guess its price is double of mine.

Charlie shrugged without making a comment.

You: Could it be even higher?

Charlie: I can't bear to let my fiancée feeling so troubled anymore, I'll reveal the answer. Two hundred.

You: Two hundred thousand?! You must be kidding me!

Charlie looked helpless, and moved his finger left and right.

Charlie: No no... What I meant is, two hundred yuan.

Did I hear it right? I widened my eyes at him, unsure what sort of tricks he is having under his sleeves.

You: There's actually such an ordinary item in your high-class clubhouse? It's unbelievable...

Charlie: At the very beginning, the cue sticks provided to the guests in the clubhouse are the same as the ones in your hand. But later on...

You: Later on...?

Charlie: Forget it, it's a boring, trivial matter, unworthy to be mentioned.

He suddenly drooped his eyelids, covering the cold and obscure emotion under his eyes.

Only an instant, an instant so quick I thought it was just an misperception, he returned to his usual look, and nimbly turned the cue stick in his hand.

Charlie: What the guests spend here in my place is merely a recognition of their status. Moreover it's my personal cue stick. It's like the Wells' cue stick in the collection shelf, I knew it'd be different because of me. Cue sticks are still made of wood no matter how more expensive it can get, the thing that made it expensive isn't its material, but its experience.

I startled as I stared at him, still trying to understand the meaning from his words, and an arrogant male voice sounded from the corridors.

???: Yo, what sort of deep topic are you guys discussing about?

Charlie and I turned around in tacit, seeing a group of bejeweled young men and women pushing the door open as they entered the room. The girl leading the group ushered in as soon as she saw Charlie.

???: Charlie! Long time no see, I've finally managed to capture you here!

Charlie: Was it very long? But I was indeed very busy at work.

???: Doctor Zha have really worked hard!

Charlie: It's my treat today, Katy, enjoy yourselves.

Charlie greeted the group, and was about to leave with me, Katy then chased after us.

Katy: Wait up, Charlie! It's a rare occasion to meet you, how about you sit here with us for a while!

She pleaded as she tugged Charlie's sleeve, lowering her voice mysteriously.

Katy: I coincidentally brought my new boyfriend here! How about having a lookout for me?

A young man walked from Katy's back with his hands in his pockets.

???: Are you Charlie? Hi, I'm Jason, Katy's boyfriend.

Listening to the voice, Jason is the one that spoke the earliest when the group entered the room. Charlie took a glance over him, and nodded.

Charlie: Alright, but time's limited, I have something more important to do.

A group of youths headed straight to the deck seat familiarly. Just when I was hesitating on where to go, someone held me over my shoulders, a gentle voice brushes past my ears.

Charlie: Do you want to accompany me to have a seat over there? Don't worry, if you're unwilling, I'll only introduce you to them as an ordinary friend.

Seeing him being so obedient, I nodded, and sat next to him on the sofa.

Just when I took a seat, Jason started to talk loudly as if he's in a hurry to show himself.

Jason: I didn't expect for the young master Zha with such a background to have such a noble thought. I've always been a practical person, everything in the world has its price. Cheap materials will determine the upper limits of an item, no matter how it's packaged and flattered, it can never be comparable to gold and jades. As for a collectible by a celebrity, what's purchased was just a self-satisfaction. I won't be taken advantage of such things, I only use genuine high-end goods.

In an instant, nobody continues the conversation, the atmosphere is a little awkward. I secretly glanced at Charlie, under the dim lights, the corner of his lips curved up into a smirk of disdain.

Katy stood up to ask everyone to place their orders, the waiter separately served a glass of oolong tea. But these didn't interrupt Jason's topic at all.

Jason: Seen this watch of mine? More than ten types of jewels are embellished on it, a top-grade Italian workmanship. Even those who hasn't seen the world would know how much this item worth. 

Katy: So beautiful, just like the starry skies!

Jason: Hey, my Katy just has the perfect sense. Also, let me secretly tell you, I actually didn't spend a dime on it at all. A friend of mine got too high from drinking and caught into trouble, my dad settled the matter for him, so this is a gift of thanks from him. Although that friend of mine is wealthy, but isn't he still begging for me at times like this? Hmph.

Katy: Ahaha... That's right.

As I listened to Jason showing off, then watching Katy awkwardly cooperating with him, the satisfaction in my heart plays more violently. Seeing Charlie mindlessly scrolling his phone, I sent him a message.

My message: Your friend is pretty cute, but her boyfriend doesn't seem to be any good!

Charlie's message: If you hate him, I'll chase him out.

My message: I didn't mean it that way! Let me think...

Perhaps driven by the sudden sense of righteousness, or perhaps I just wanted to let Katy to sober up a little, I can't wait to diminish Jason's pride.

But I can't always rely on Charlie on everything, I wish to do this myself this time.

But what should I do?

The moment my line of vision fell onto the cue stick on the wall, Charlie's words immediately entered my mind... What's noble isn't its material, but its experience... Well isn't it the same for humans?

I thought of a brave idea, cleared my throat, and raised my chin.

You: Jason, I'm sorry to interrupt you for a moment, but you might need to speed up your talk. Because an hour later it'd be my time to book out the entire venue.

Charlie lifted his head in confusion, looking a little dumbfounded.

Only then Jason looked at me properly for the very first time, it's the same surprise written over his face, as if he didn't expect for someone so low-profiled like me to do this.

Jason: Huh? Booked out the venue? Book this place? What are you going to do?

You: No reason, it's so hard for me to come back to Guang Qi just once, I just wanted to meet some old friends here and reminisce the old times.

Jason: So you're making a reception? It isn't quite suitable to pick this place, no?

My heart throbs vigorously, but on the surface, I calmly shook my head.

You: After all consideration, this is still a place more hidden and safe. Since I really don't have much energy to handle interviews from reporters.

Charlie focused his gaze on me, the line at the corner of his lips shrunk a little, as if he's holding back from laughing. In a panic, I secretly pinched on his thigh, warning him to not laugh at a scene like this.

You: It's a holiday that is hard to get by, mother even asked me if I were interested in a private trip to moon. I told her, I'm really too tired, I just wanted to go back to my hometown in Guang Qi city, and experience life of a normal person. Thankfully, I still have my friend Charlie here in Guang Qi city. With him, I could finally not bring bodyguards and assistants with me, and have a proper rest here. Sigh, the feelings of having no freedom, it must've been so hard for you to imagine.

In order to cooperate with the performance, I threw an admiring gaze to Charlie. I didn't expect Charlie to be even more in character than I do, and immediately leaned closer towards me, holding one of my hands, and held it up with both hands.

Charlie: It's my honor to be able to be of your service and assist you. You may summon me for any request at any time during your time in Guang Qi city.

Charlie nodded slightly, and looking at me with full of admiration, and all of a sudden I have no idea if that was an act or not.

The familiar scent wafted over along his wrist and hair, his attentive look made my cheeks feeling a little hot. Is he acting a little too over...

But, since Charlie began to bow down at me, the gazes from everyone around me seemed to be a little more serious. Since he's so willing to put up with an act, then why not playing along?

So, I pulled myself together, raising an arm and placed it over his broad shoulders, and pulled him towards me.

He immediately bowed his body and leaned closer to me obediently, almost half leaning on me.

You: Doctor Zha, I disagree with you. Let's just talk about the time you were helping Celsus, just how many lives you've saved? You're an angle that saves lives from death, you're someone that I respect very much, and a very ideal partner. We have to work hard for our common goal together from now on too.

I casually held up my my goblet glass, and raise it before him. Charlie immediately picked up his glass of oolong team in flatter, lowered the edge of his glass and bumped it to mine.

Just as expected, Jason right now has kept his arrogant smile, and what replaces it is an expression of fear.

Jason: Who- Who exactly are you--

You: I'm sorry, it's not that I do not wish to tell you, but it's indeed inconvenient. The project I'm participating right now is just having an overly highly confidential.

The atmosphere returned to its quietness again, the gaze from Charlie's friends towards me have now completely changed.

Only Jason still staring at me in suspicion, seeming trying to look for a new breakthrough. After a moment, he spoke in a weird tone.

Jason: Huh, so that's what it is. I didn't realize your identity either, don't blame my clumsy eyes. The main thing is your attire itself really made me feeling a little unbelievable...

I panicked, his words are obviously meaning something.

My attire today is not considered expensive, this is not matching with the identity that I simply made up at all. He can't possibly have seen through my lies can't he?

I smiled without commenting, and leaned back into the soft sofa, slowly putting the hair by my temples away, yet I'm quickly trying to think of a way to respond to it.

Right then, Charlie seemed to have noticed my emotions, lifting the goblet glass that I've placed on the table, and handed it to me.

I held his hand, and took a sip from the glass. Just when our fingers overlapped, Charlie smiled at me. That smile is just like a jab of mental booster, calming myself down quickly.

Charlie: If you're mentioning about this floral skirt Miss Y/N is wearing, I still know a thing or two about its story. Miss Y/N, if I didn't remember it wrongly... this was a handmade gift from a chief when you were supporting education in Africa last year, correct?

I looked at his clear pair of bright, sly eyes, and can't help myself from nodding.

Charlie: Perhaps you have already forgotten about it, but the conversation that time is still fresh in my memories, it feels just like it has happened yesterday. We discussed about the issues of allocation of water and food resources for the world, as well as the drawbacks of the economic globalization. Your love for the impoverished areas have deeply touched me! The conversation that night have made me grow a lot as a person.

You: Ah, that's right. So you have been remembering it all these while. Charlie, work well, I have faith in you.

I imitated the looks of superiors in TV dramas, and gently patted on his chest in satisfaction.

Charlie droops his gaze as he smiles, where did the arrogant look of his go to? Right now he's just like a tame sheep, completely showering under its owner's praises.

You: Oh right, the chance I told you earlier didn't come easily, I've already recommended you to our CEO Miss Hamilton.

Charlie suddenly came forward and held my hands tightly, cheeks in scarlet, eyes gleaming brightly. 

Charlie: Really?! That's great to know! Please put me into consideration!

You: Mhm.

Charlie's friends have already stunned from watching us, Katy's even showing her excitement, her chest moves as her breaths become more rapid.

Katy: Sister, you are so impressive! I've reflected myself, I've always been receiving what's ready for me, and I have not contributed to the society before. Your relationship with Charlie is also making me envious! From now on the two of you are my idols! I will learn from the two of you!

You: Yeah, you are a kind girl, you only need to have more experience. Listen to this sister, you must widen your eyes enough whenever you choose friends. I hope you can find that person that has the same minds like Charlie and I, and improve together. At least, don't get too close with poor conduct, to prevent taking the "color of one's company".

I glanced at Jason intently. Katy fell into deep thoughts, and Jason have immediately flustered visibly.

Jason: Hey! Wh-what do you mean! I'm tired of arguing with you, I'll go out for a breather!

After Jason left in frustration, the atmosphere immediately became a lot more relaxed. Charlie's other friends still looked at me admiringly, wanting to talk to me.

Friend A: The project you mentioned earlier, I'm also very interested...

However, there's always a mental burden to lie to the others, I looked at Charlie with my guilt conscience kicking in, feeling a little too embarrassed to stay any longer.

I decisively held onto Charlie's arm, and pulled him up from the deck seat.

You: Accompany me to head out for a while.

Charlie: Sure sure.

My mind is filled of thoughts to leave this place as soon as possible, so I hooked onto Charlie's arm as I walked towards somewhere quiet.

Pushing a tightly shut door before me, and what welcomed me is actually a bedroom?

I immediately stopped my footsteps, a deep yet teasing voice is heard from behind, brushing past my ears as it carries a lingering warmth.

Charlie: To bring me here in such a hurry, you can't possibly want to play out our act until the very end, are you?

I turned around in shame and embarrassment, the Charlie behind me has already returned to his usual calmness.

You: ... I thought this is the balcony! Forget it forget it, I'll settle with this place, let me cool down a little.

I sat by the pillow on the bedside. Charlie leaned against the wall facing me, arms crossed before his chest as a smile hangs over his lips, as if he's still reminiscing a spectacular act.

Charlie: How was it, my cooperation with you was pretty good isn't it? You've got to remember this day well, since there is not a second person who can allow this Charlie to bow down besides you.

You: ... Okay okay, I'll praise you, I'll praise you.

Charlie: My fiancée is also very excellent, she has learnt my skills of self-expression well.

You: I don't want this kind of skill! It's all this place's fault for being mixed with good and bad people, that I had to even clear the weeds out for you. I even lied to your friends, I feel a little sorry... I'll clarify with them and apologize to them later.

Charlie: If you'd like to, I'll accompany you. But don't take it too personally. Since to me, my fiancée has always been having a noble heart. This itself doesn't count as lying.

He stood up and walked towards me, slowly leaning down as he entered my gaze. I thought that was just a blissful compliment, but I saw a glimmer of fascination from his clear eyes.

Charlie: Also those words that you've described me earlier, could they have not also subconsciously shows how you're seeing me as a person? Saying that I'm an angel that saves lives, someone that you're respecting a lot, an ideal partner... How about considering an even deeper collaboration, my fiancée? 

The usual smooth words now sounded somewhat intimate to me. I immediately flustered, the words of refute have already arrived my lips, yet they somehow disappeared into nowhere.

... Forget it, I'll make an exception to let him immerse in himself for a while today.

I quietly moved my gaze away, and began to start examining the room I'm currently in in hindsight. 

The decorations in the bedroom are neat and elegant, the air is lingering with a similar scent with Charlie.

You: ... Why is there a bedroom in a proper billiards clubhouse?

Charlie: When the billiards addiction comes, it'll be midnight if I didn't pay attention to it, so might as well as keeping a bedroom here. Don't think too much. I promise there's nobody else that have slept on it besides me.

You: I don't even care about this at all!

My gaze is attracted by some photography works hanging on the bedroom walls, so I walked straight towards them.

The billiard player in the photo bent his waist to hit the cue ball with a standard elegant posture. Despite only with the view from the back, but I could still recognize that it's Charlie.

Charlie in the photo is still holding hat 200 yuan cue stick too. I suddenly remembered, today's performance is also inspired by the cue stick.

The question that has been lingering around my heart from the very beginning is gradually taking shape.

You: Charlie, since the clubhouse is all using a high-end cue sticks, why are you purposely using a normal one as your exclusive cue stick?

Charlie's gaze immediately gazed a little away. My curiosity was enticed by this expression of his, and I began staring at him nervously.

He looked straight at me after a moment, and pursed his lips mindlessly.

Charlie: It's okay to tell you-- because the high-end cue sticks are gifted by my father. There were too much presents received when the business opened, so I didn't pay attention. I only noticed it after a long time.

His eyelashes glistened, a dull color brushes past his pupils, and actually making me to find it a little unfamiliar.

Charlie: I'm not used to using gifts from him, so I bought a new one for my own use. But did you know? That cheap cue stick has never lost in my hands.

I subconsciously nodded, waiting for him to continue talking, but he did not say anything at all.

What exactly happened between him and his father? I wanted to ask, but I can only see him looking indifferent, as I'm blocked outside by a pitch black door.

Suddenly, I miss the thick-skinned Charlie, my barrel of laughs.

Perhaps now isn't the time to dig until the roots. Right here and right now, I just wanted to sooth the ripples in his eyes.

You: Yeah, no matter if it's a scalpel, a cue stick, or barehanded, you will never lose! Because... You're Charlie!

I had to keep this here because the smile is just too precious

Charlie stared at me with a little surprise, and his eyes immediately curved into smiles.

Charlie: Mm, even if I'm just using this unpretentious yet sincere encouragement from my fiancée, I will never lose.

I quietly moved my gaze a little away from his face, preventing myself to immerse myself within that sparse brightness within.

You: Anyway, although I do not have an idea of what happened, but I'll always be siding you.

The smile spreads across his face bit by bit, blooming from his brows, his lips, and each and every inch of his delicately cared pale skin.

His purple pupils are like clear crystals, that I stared at them so much I spaced out, until I've carved this very moment deep into my heart. 

I wish to stay by this person's side, and protect this blooming smile from him.

Charlie: Thank you, fiancée. 

[Common Ending]

After that encounter, my train of thoughts for design took form very quickly, and entered the drafting stage.

When Charlie gave me a call today, I was working overtime to rush for the draft. I did not expect for him to appear right under my office 10 minutes later, and he even helped me to look for information until midnight.

It's already 1AM by the time we finished.

Charlie: Sigh, I can't believe I'm actually working for the commissioned as the client. I've never seen such a humble client before.

The two of us casually strolled on the path under my office, the night breeze brought the sleepiness away, and my stomach felt empty.

You: Then I'll treat you supper as a reward, what do you think?

Charlie: Supper? Gentle reminder from a doctor, dining at this hour is not good for health.

You: But I'm hungry...

Charlie: ... But, to dine with fiancée is good for mental health. 

You: What you said are both correct.

I brought Charlie to a supper stall. The misting steam lingers around the single lam over the plastic canopy, creating a warm, homey atmosphere.

Charlie frowned lightly as he looked around the surroundings of the stall.

Charlie: Is it sanitary here?

You: I eat here whenever I work overtime anyway, I'm still doing fine.

Charlie: I shall put my life on the line to accompany my fiancée then.

You: Not until that extent. What do you want to eat? There are baozi, wontons, flour, chitterlings...

Charlie: You stumped me. Can you recommend some?

You: If it's their baozi you definitely have to eat the sam sun* one! That's just so fresh! If it's the wontons then the small wontons are the best, it's better than the large wontons. For the chitterlings, the prawn-filling ones taste better, but if you've already ordered sam sun baozi then you can give the barbequed pork a try...

*Samsun (三鲜) is a little complicated. While it literally means "three-freshes"  actually branches further: There are the three fresh for earth, tree, and water. Earth sam suns are broad beans,  amaranths and cucumbers; Tree sam suns are cherries, loquats and apricots; and Water sam suns are jellyfish, pufferfish and anchovies. There are other people having different saying about the sam suns, though!

When it comes to mentioning about my foodie experience, I can't help but to talk endlessly. Charlie can't help but to let out a smile.

Charlie: Seeing you looking so gluttonous, let's have one of each then.

You: How could we finish them? Don't waste food!

Charlie: Why would a qualified fiancé put you into such a difficult situation? Don't worry, I know what to do.

Charlie walked to the stall owner.

Charlie: Boss, I'd like to have a sam sun baozi, a bowl of small wontons, a barbequed pork chitterlings, and one herbal egg please.

After ordering, he turned around and explained to me.

Charlie: As long as we split these food by half between ourselves, then won't we get to taste everything, and nothing will be wasted?

You: Hey! You're making your own decision again. Who's splitting the food in half with you?! Also, forget about the small wontons, do I even have to split an herbal egg with you...

Charlie: We are going to be a family sooner or later anyway. Or are you a clean freak?

You: ... I am!

Charlie: I don't believe in your words of anger.

A few minutes later, we surrounded the folded round table as we sat on the plastic stools, and opened the food with simple packing before us.

Charlie pinched on the single-used spoon, the sleeve of the expensive trench coat placed on the somewhat mottled table, sharing the same bowl of small wontons with me. No matter how I look at it, the scene before me looks so unimaginable.

When I bent down, the winds sent the steam to my face. I subconsciously raised my gaze, and met his eyes that are within an arm's reach.

That Charlie that is so meticulous in life is now eating such dishes with me by the streets... is it really just because of me? A tiny flame fell onto the tip of my heart, and started to burn wildly under this night breeze.

A Charlie like this perhaps have already defied his noble image that he always had, but it is differently precious in my heart.

As I'm immersed in my thoughts, something appeared before my eyes, it's Charlie sending the herbal egg he peeled to my lips.

Charlie: I'll let you eat first, you won't mind about it if that's the case right?

Before I can think of it, I leaned closer, and gently took a bite from his hand.

The freshly sweet taste slowly spread within my mouth. I have never noticed this before, but the food I'm so used to eating can be this delicious too.

Before I can even stop it, Charlie have already quickly stuffed the other half of the egg into his mouth so naturally as if nothing happened.

Looking at his natural movements, I shyly pursed my lips a sliver of slight sweetness seemed to have flowed from my heart to the rest of my body.

You: ... Is it delicious?

Charlie: Mm, it's very delicious.

Seeing him exuding a smile in satisfaction, I quietly sighed in relief.

Charlie: Did you know? There are 80 million oral bacteria exchanged for each time humans kissed. Guess how many we have exchanged with this bite just now?

He described it with a serious look, yet my heart have throbbed in surprise, and quickly placed my chopsticks down.

You: Hey, I'm eating now, Doctor Zha! Also, there weren't "exchange"! You were eating mine one-sided--

I suddenly became speechless, the more I say, the more I can't continue talking anymore, I'm so embarrassed that I almost buried my face into the steaming bowl.

Unsure how long have passed, a chuckle could be heard from above.

I raised my eyes again to see Charlie staring at me with an arm supporting his cheek. His smile is so peaceful yet gentle, as if he's never tired even if he waited forever.

Charlie: That's pretty good too, this two-sided journey is already half completed.

The scene before me is getting more blurry. I suddenly thought of this, but if I happen to encounter someone with a noble identity with a noble sentiments, perhaps there would be a day...

I can open my heart and accept the gift of "80 million".