Main Story Chapter 12-21: Savage Game (蛮荒游戏) | Light and Night 光与夜之恋

Before reading this chapter, please read the previous chapter here.

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It's now the sixth day after the incident.

The matter where I was blocked by the media in front of our company's entrance has made its way to the headlines of the media, and Sariel's unfriendly expressions are naturally not something that could escape from the reporters' "creativity expressions".

You: It's still released...

The slightly cooled down public opinion is suddenly heated again. In order to not have my mood affected, I've chosen to not read the news anymore.

I opened our office's door in worries, only to see Mao Ge and Hao Shuai hugging each other and dancing in excitement.

Mao Ge: Well what did I say again? Karma strikes!

Hao Shuai: That's just too evil, how dare she pretend to be other's mom!

You: What are you two talking about?

Mao Ge: Hurry and look at the news, hurry!

I quickly opened my phone.

It's a news article regarding Tian Zhen.

According to the police investigations, the "Tian Zhen's Mother's Cry of Plea Incident" is something planned by a PR company in order to gain attention.

Moreover, this company has also hired popular influencers as well as netizens to continuously spread false information.

The person in charge of the company, the actress that plays the "mother" as well as related influencers are all detained.

You: !!!

Every media are reporting its related incident, and the public discussions are heated.

I'm even suspecting that I'm dreaming!

The crisis that trapped us for so long is solved in an instant, it feels like there were supports from the gods, and it's too unbelievable!

In the newest interview, Evan has also announced that the grand show for Pristine will be conducted in two weeks, and the media in the industry along with guests from various industries are also invited.

At our weekly meeting, I am sitting right in the meeting room. Although my expression has already calmed down, but my heart is still immersed in the joys of having the injustice being undone.

Sariel: There's one last thing. Pristine will have its new product release show as scheduled. We are now running out of time, and we needed more designers to join us.

I didn't expect him to mention about recruiting designers at the last stage. I'm a little shocked, but Mao Ge who's beside me has already raised an arm.

Sariel raised an arm, and paused his words temporarily.

Sariel: What I'm about to tell are the things that those who wish to join should understand clearly. If the show is successful, the overall situation for Pristine will improve. If the show fails, the results will be unimaginable. It could possibly be a disbandment of the design group, and leave an unsightly mark on resumes of related members.

It's a very harsh truth, but Sariel spoke with no hesitations or fear.

Mao Ge: Understood, director, I'm joining!

Li Manman: I'm joining too!

Gao Cheng: I wanted to join too...

Gao Cheng raised his arm as he buries his face, but his hand has been trembling in the air. Chen Che, who's sitting by his side, has already raised his arm high.

Jiang Lai: ... Then I'll join too.

Mao Ge: Would your mentor* release you?

*Jiang Lai's mentor is Bob, known to be extremely against Sariel.

Jiang Lai: Who cares, if I say I'm doing it then I'm going to do it.

Mao Ge asks Jiang Lai quietly, but only to be thrown with a somewhat angry glare.

It's not because Hao Shuai spilled about Mao Ge not liking Jiang Lai, right?

There are an increasing amount of people raising their arms, and the meeting room is gradually becoming livelier.

Even though the crisis was just solved earlier, even though we're burnt out with the tasks on hand, even though the path before us is still misty, where nobody can predict the end result--

But I realized, that the moment earlier is the moment where everyone showed their happiest smiles.

It's the scene that we'd still let out a heartfelt smile despite reminiscing it in many years later.

I then turned towards Sariel. He's just staring at everything that are happening before his eyes, and allowing everyone to have their heated discussion.

Sariel has really changed greatly. But regardless how he becomes, he's always the brightest Polaris in the skies that leads the way for everyone.

Busy days always pass by so quickly. It's now the 15th day since the incident, and it's lesser than a week from the show.

The entire design group is working on the finishing tasks through pulling all nighters.

I knocked on Sariel's office door at midnight. It's a rare sight that he isn't there, and there are two portions of unopened vegetable salad on his desk.

It's his lunch and dinner today, and he didn't eat them at all.

I think, there's no way for me to bring myself to ask him things like "don't you at least have time to take even a bite?", because he really doesn't have any, he's seizing every second out there.

Everyone are working hard for Pristine, but for him, he's using all of his might.

After leaving him a note, I returned to my office.

Time quietly slips away under the tapping sounds of the sewing machines.

Mao Ge: Y/N, what time is it, how did I ended up falling asleep?

You: 5.30AM, I've ordered takeout for breakfast, it's on the table.

Mao Ge: Leave the task on your hand to me, it's your turn to sleep now.

You: Remember to wake me up after 30 minutes okay?

Mao Ge: No problem.

After a stretch, Mao Ge squatted on the floor and examined the dress he sewn last night carefully.

Outside the windows, the dawn is already slightly visible.

Mao Ge: ... Director?

Sariel stood at the slightly closed entrance, and gestured a 'shh'.

Mao Ge immediately nodded. Seeing Sariel looking a little pale, he quickly took the lunchbox and handed it to him.

Mao Ge: Director, this is the breakfast Y/N bought, but it's already cold... Shall I heat it for you?

Sariel shook his head, took the lunchbox, and his gaze fell on the girl.

The winter morning is so cold that it brings shivers, but the air conditioner is not switched on in the room, and she even kicked the blanket off to the side.

Sariel placed the lunchbox down, and walked towards the girl.

She's sleeping while facing inwards, slightly curling herself up, and still muttering something.

Suddenly, he recalled that he glanced downstairs from afar to find a familiar figure. It's Lao Zhong. He's lifting his head and looking upstairs, attempting to search for something.

However, after seeing him, he escaped in panic. He walked in a homolateral manner, locked, snow-white beard under the winds.

Sariel quickly ran downstairs, with cold air filling his lungs, with bits of sickening smell of blood.

Sariel: Lao Zhong-- Lao Zhong, is that you--

There were passerby stopping to glance at him, then continued their paths.

Everyone are walking in their own paths, only Sariel was the one standing there like a lost soul, unbudging,  like a plant almost wilting.

It's that instant that he recalled something that happened very, very long ago.

He was seriously ill back then. Lao Zhong visited him with teary eyes, scolding him for not informing him while preparing to stay and take care of him.

But he didn't want to owe him any favor. So he asked him to head out to purchase a bowl of porridge that requires one to queue for an extremely long time, and by the time he's back, he has already left the building.

He chose to be alone back then, so it's of no wonder for Lao Zhong to be unwilling to see him.

Sariel lied down slowly.

He did not use all his might to hug her, but instead used all his might to suppress himself. His limbs are all tightly tensed, as he holds the girl into his embrace.

The girl's sleeping posture is now more relaxed, shoulder blade close to his chest, ankle leaning against his calf.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief that is difficult to be named, filling this entire body of his. He saw the long lost days of the past moving, and surrounded him.

His mind is completely empty. It's his first time not recalling his past, but instead recalling that night where they both apologized to each other.

Sariel thought, so this is what attachment is like. In the remaining days that aren't much left, she is his everlasting future.

The bruise knocked by the reporter earlier still remained on her arm, exuding faint green-purplish colors.

Sariel placed his palm over it, until they are completely disappeared*.

*Sariel's Talent includes healing.

A whisper is heard by his ear.

You: Sariel...

Sariel: Mm.

Sariel turned his head towards the morning scenery outside the window. Uncertain of the reason, a phrase entered his mind.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.*

*Reference to Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore.

The winds brushed, leaves flutters as it rustles, what a pity, it's now winter.

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Main Story Chapter 12-19: Savage Game (蛮荒游戏) | Light and Night 光与夜之恋

Before reading this chapter, please read the previous chapter here.

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On the following day, I arrived the office very early in the morning.

I've read the post I've posted after reaching home for many times, and I noticed an increasing numbers of supporting voices, that my mood have subconsciously been lifted.

The official account of the magazine publisher An An works in has also released a post, even with the proposal letter Mao Ge written yesterday, and clarified some of the rumors about Sariel's bad temper.

The clothing material and the fire are also proved to be unrelated, and the discussion about Pristine's quality is changing towards a good direction.

However, the email to recover Pristine from the company has yet to be sent despite so long have passed, nor there was a reply from the PR department, so I still can't feel completely relieved.

I've asked Sariel about it, but he only said to do everything as usual, and spared no words on other matters.

The lack of manpower made him to shoulder a lot of work. When I left the office at midnight, I could still see his office lighting up like starlight.

The office building will is always warm with the air conditioner during winters, that my mind can't help but to feel groggy after staying in for the whole day.

You:  This won't do, I'll have some fresh air downstairs.

However, misfortunes only pile up on one another. Right when I stepped out of the office gates, I noticed that the main entrance is already crowded by the media.

You: It's now late night...

I tried my best to shrink myself into the corners in attempts to sneak out from the side of the wall, but I've miscalculated my moves.

Reporter A: Madam, judging at your lanyard, are you an employee of Warson Design Center? May we have your opinion on the halt of the brand Pristine?

You: I--

Reporter B: There's internal intel that exposes about Mr. Sariel has been fired. Does this mean that the rumors of Mr. Sariel's plagiarism is true?

You: Of course not--

Reporter C: May I ask if Mr. Sariel is also a supercilious person with terrible temper in the office, that he has been in many conflicts with colleagues? You can tell the truth, we will keep your identity anonymous.

I don't know if I actually spoke, because any voice of mine are all drowned in the sounds of questioning and shutter clicks from the reporters.

The frustrations of being incapable of explaining myself, I can feel it all now.

You: Anyway, the director has very high standards towards designing, so he's strict whether it's towards others or himself.

Reporter A: So you're indirectly admitting that Mr. Sariel has plagiarized?

You: No! Inspirations and creations are never unprecedented, you can all check the professional accreditation on designer websites. Please do not make reports on rumors of false accusations, I beg of you!

Reporter D: You claim that these are all rumors, then may I know what the truth is? Why is the internal announcement of the company announcing an instant halt of the brand? Is your reply a general statement that your company made all employees to answer?

You: I--

What is the truth? The truth is that there aren't any problems with Sariel or the brand. As for the rest, I don't know anything.

The reporters are aggressive, with lights continuously flashing around me, that it's so blinding I can't even open my eye. The crowd is pushing around, that the microphones have hit my shoulder numerous of times.

Reporter B: May I know if Mr. Sariel is currently in Warson, can we--

??: So noisy.

Turns out that things like this could happen, where all of the bustling noises stopped in an instant.

At the end of the crowd, I saw Sariel standing right there with a stern look.

The pair of beautiful golden pupils are now filled with anger, staring coldly.

You: Director Qi...

The reporter that first realized what happened has already aimed the camera towards him, yet on the next moment, the movements were forced to halt by the sharp glare.

Sariel: I suppose your work isn't to affect others' work.

Reporter A: Then, Mr. Sariel--

Sariel: Don't you understand what I've just said?

He dragged me behind me, and completely blocked me off with his tall figure.

Sariel: Leave this place, along with your equipments.

His words didn't sound anywhere inappropriate, only his voice sounded like it's soaked in a spring of ice.

But the hand that's holding me, is very warm.

Without caring about the reporters, he led me as we stride forward.

Wrist being tightly held, even though it hurts a little, but different from the dull pain I felt earlier, I'm feeling completely safe. 

At first, there were miscellaneous footsteps chasing behind us, but gradually, even the sounds of footsteps have disappeared.

When will we stop? Even if we aren't going to stop, it doesn't seem like a bad idea either.

Until we've arrived an empty street, Sariel has finally stood well.

He stared at me, his originally concerned gaze is replaced by anger after examining me.

Sariel: Why did you respond to them? What's there to tell them?

I stunned for a moment.

You: I can't possibly say nothing, right? They would simply write anything if I don't say anything, and you'll be badly depicted even further.

Clarifying is still better in comparison. Although it was chaotic, that my response were almost based on instinct, but the more I think, the more I think I wasn't wrong.

Sariel: Just let them write. I don't care.

You: But I care.

Sariel: ......

Sariel: Why would you care for something fake?

You: Who cares whether it's real or fake, who would even like to see someone they believe in to be framed like that?!

Sariel's silvery lashes trembled, but he didn't refute me, a rare sight from how he'd usually do.

You: I just wanted to protect you at the best that I could--

Just like how you've countlessly helped and protected me.

But why did it end up with you putting this to and end for me...

The neon lights dazzles along the street, and his short silver hair is veiled with a thin layer of light.

You: Say, do you think what happened today will be reported? They'll probably say you have bad temper again... Perhaps you were right, I shouldn't have argued with them, then you wouldn't be coming here to help me to get out of the situation. What do I do? If they were to add other rumors in... I'm sorry...

The more I think, the worse the situation gets, that I'm in such a panic I'm about to cry.

Sariel: I'm sorry.

You: ...?

His voice was too softly spoken, like the whispers from the winds.

I stunned, and I thought I was hearing things.

But the cold voice indeed came from Sariel.

I have imagined many times on situations he'd say "sorry", not the kind of apology after stepping onto someone by accident, but the real kind of apology.

However, there's no way for me to imagine it. Sariel has always been right, even if he's wrong, he'll beat around the bush and apologize in other words.

But right earlier, he said sorry to me.

I stared at him, and shook my head lightly. Although tears have flowed out, but I'm feeling happy. The complicated emotions intertwined, and I suddenly burped out of nowhere.

Right then, even Sariel can't hold back from smiling.

Slender fingers brushed under my eye, the lightly calloused fingertips caresses my cheek, and accidentally spreads the dampness even further.

Sariel: You're so ugly when you cry. I should really take a photo of how you look right now.

You: Don't look if you find it ugly.

Sariel: I've already seen it, also, I'll remember it.

You: Remember it?

Sariel: Yeah, remembering it for my entire lifetime, I'll recall it to kill boredom.

You: Why would you do that?!

I glared at him, pretending to look angry, but Sariel only smiled, and have been staring at my face. It feels like he's really going to remember how I look with my undried tears.

I rubbed my eyes in embarrassment. My tears veiled a layer of soft light for Sariel, making him to look much gentler.

You: Director, you look really good...

Sariel: ......

Sariel's pupils immediately widened, and with a pop, two sharp ears bounced out from his head.

You: !

Sariel is shocked, and the expression on his face looks like he's trying his best to force the two ears back, but it didn't work, so he can only turn around in panic.

W- we are now in the streets! I looked around in panic, but thank goodness there aren't much people passing by, plus the lights are dim here...

[Choice]  

Night: Block his ears for him

Light: Pretend to not see anything

[Night Choice: Block his ears for him]

You: Uh, director, how about I block it for you?

A grit is heard.

Sariel: Turn away.

You: Huh?

Sariel: Hurry, turn away.

You: Okay...

[Light Choice: Pretend to not see anything]

You: Director, actually, uh, I didn't see a thing.

Sariel: Are you treating me like a fool?

I quickly covered my eyes, but I still can't help but to peek between my fingers.

You: Director Qi?

Sariel: What?

Wow, it moved again.

You: Nothing, I'm just calling out to you.

It's midnight, the temperature dropped drastically, but my cheeks are very hot, and it doesn't feel cold at all.

By the time the ears have both disappeared, Sariel immediately held my hand and stride forwards. The long shadows stretches on the floor, making him to look a little lonely.

I quickly followed his footsteps. The two shadows under the streetlight are standing shoulder to shoulder, with one longer than the other.

You: Sariel?

Sariel: What now?

You: Actually, I heard that they are going to have an internal audit throughout the entire Pristine design group. But there aren't any news anymore in the end. You've negotiated with them, right?

The winds didn't answer me. But I knew, he has admitted to it in silence.

We walked as we made small talks.

I suddenly had a wonderful feeling, that it feels like everything will become different from today onwards.

Because this man right beside me, is becoming different.

And I'll also remember this day well, I'll remember it for a very, very long time, remembering it for my entire lifetime.

With a creak, the sound of the door opening is sounding clear in the midnight building.

Sariel looked up from his work. There are just too many sudden visitors in his office, that he's already used to it.

Bob: CEO Lu just told me that the new product show for Pristine will be held as usual, and allow me to provide assistance as much as possible. I suppose this is what you've persisted.

Sariel: It's what I've persisted.

Bob: Do you know that this decision is zealous? Warson is in dire states, and as a sub line, Pristine is incomparable compared to other brands. It's only wise to give up on it. Sariel, you're an employee of the company, you have to be responsible to the company.

Sariel: I am a designer.

Bob: We are all designers.

Sariel: I will only be responsible towards my works and consumers. There are no problems with the quality and designs in Pristine. Since I am not guilty, then I will not allow a halt of activities.

Bob opened his mouth, but he couldn't find words to refute him that he got a little frustrated. Sariel drooped his gaze, and gazed across the picture album on his table.

Sariel: Have you seen the new product for Pristine's current season? There's a collared dress with candy patterns.

Bob: I saw that, so what?

Sariel: The inspiration for that dress came from a 70 year old elderly with her 5 year old grandchild. They don't usually surf the internet, nor they knew about Warson or Pristine. But if there's a day where they happen to see this dress by coincidence, they will feel happy.

Bob: What are you trying to say?

Sariel: The name of the brand will disappear, but the design wouldn't. I do not wish to attend to trifles to neglect the essentials.

Bob looked at him with a complicated expression, only to lower his head after a moment, and scoffed softly.

Bob: Sariel, turns out you're someone like this.

Bob suddenly had a thought, it feels like he has only just learnt about this person before his eyes that he has always hated and compared himself.

Bob: I have never agreed to your design concepts, but what proves who's better should be time and works, and not rumors.

Yet his expressions seemed to have became much relaxed.

Just like the moment he heard that the release show for Pristine is going to be held as usual, his first response was to let out a sigh of relief.

Bob: I don't feel settling to be in the position as a person in charge.

Sariel: You should feel a little more settled.

Bob: What do you mean? Are you leaving Warson?

Sariel: Coincidentally, there's something I'd like to tell you.

Bob: When?

Sariel: Very soon.

Bob: Why are you leaving?

Sariel: This is none of your business.

Bob frowned. The feeling of winning without a battle makes him extremely uncomfortable.

Bob: Say it.

Sariel: After my departure, I wish Pristine to continue existing.

Bob: I wouldn't doubt that you can turn the reputation for Pristine this time. But before you take over the brand, it has already had the fate of being dismissed for its poor sales record. With the lack of a good team, I fear that it'll be difficult to continue from now on.

Sariel: With Y/N in the design team, she will be able to have the capability to lead the brand forward.

Bob: Her?

Sariel: Although her personality is a little out of character, liking to be truthful, and there are even times where she acts on impulse...

Bob stunned as he watches the faint, fading smile exuding from Sariel's face.

Sariel: But she is a talent worth to be developed, and she is also a honest and generous person. You don't have to be hostile to her because of me.

Sariel's probably the only one that could request for help so confidently, and even countering them.

Bob gritted his teeth, and can't help but to feel a sliver of shame.

In the bustling, busy backstage, he has once criticized this rookie designer, and his wordings back then were indeed not spoken purely.

He still had a lot of doubts, for instance, why did he persist to hold the grand show, but also saying that he's about to leave very soon.

Or why he appreciates Y/N so much, but not taking her away.

But he didn't ask in the end.

Bob: I'll take note.

Sariel: Thanks.

After nodding at Sariel, Bob left the office. He turned his head and looked towards the night skies, there's a meteor gliding across the skies.

The phone on his table brightened, and a message popped out.

Lao Li's Message: The medicine I said last time has been prepared, when do you plan to collect it?

Sariel picks up his phone, but did not reply immediately. His fingertips hovers above the screen, with only a sliver of weak tremble that only he can feel.

He stared at it, until after a long time has passed, that the tremble has finally stopped.

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６☆ Voice Date with Sariel - Green Summer of the Old Days (昔年绿夏) | Light and Night 光与夜之恋

In this login CG series of dates, there are only four chapters of voice clips, with one of the chapters showing multiple options - leading to a total of 6 voice clips.

You can consider listening here!

[Voice Clip 01: Flowing Clouds]

*knock*

Come in.

You made this for me on purpose? Thank you.

*Sariel places the cup on table, takes a sip*

Aren't you going back yet?

Waiting for me to go back together? Alright then, I'll finish these matters as soon as possible.

If you're willing to wait, I have no problems with it too.

What are you looking at? Those are the fabric that our collaborating company newly sent.

You wanted to touch them? It's rare to see you spending your overflowing curiosity on work.

Forget it, as a form of gratitude for this cup of tea, I'll give you a special lesson this time.

*Sariel walks to MC*

The upcoming lesson aims to deepen your sensitivity towards fabrics.

This is a newly researched fabric, it is very light, soft, and smooth to the touch.

You're its first user, don't recklessly waste it.

*fabric sounds*

Before you use them, you'll have to pass a test.

Close your eyes. I'll give you different types of fabric, you'll have to tell their names and specialty through touching them.

That's right, it's a placement test, you can't lose these fundamental skills.

I'll first ask you some simple ones.

Give me your hand.

Put it there.

Correct, the next type...

Wrong.

You can still answer it wrongly despite secretly opening your eyes, as expected of you.

What do you mean by you were only looking at me, and not looking at the fabric secretly?

Flattering words aren't effective on me.

Come over, cover your eyes.

No whys, it's a punishment for you to be so dishonest right in front of me.

Don't dodge, otherwise I won't guarantee what will happen next.

You're the one that goes against the rules, so you'll need to be taught a lesson.

Don't move.

It feels ticklish? Your reactions were so dull when you were touching the fabrics earlier, but you're so sensitive now?

I hope your sense of touch that is occasionally sharp could be used on the right tracks.

Close your eyes, and feel it properly.

The upcoming questions would not be this simple anymore.

*more fabric rustling sounds*

[Voice Clip 02: Patterns]

Covering your eyes will expand other senses, especially the sense of touch.

What did you say?

Embarrassed? You were so shameless whenever you're causing trouble, how are actually feeling embarrassed now?

*sighs* ... What sort of things are you thinking in your brain?

So this is what you like.

You're just curious, and haven't tried it out?

I'll advise you to not be curious about everything, you might risk your entirety if you're not careful enough.

Alright, it's just a fabric lesson. Keep your overly rich imaginative powers away.

The test continues.

The touch of some fabrics only have very little differences.

This is the time where you utilize your sensitivity that have always been used wrongly.

You wanted a reward? That depends on your performance later then.

Alright, if you win, then I'll reluctantly agree to a condition of yours.

Only limited for tonight, I'll consider anything that you wanted me to do.

Give me your hand.

I'll lead you to touch slowly, then tell me your answer.

This is the first type of fabric.

Feel along this pattern, and be more gentle in your movements.

Sheep wool of high spinning count? Only this?

I'll remind you, that your reward is already in jeopardy.

The next one is the second fabric.

Follow its lines, and feel the minimal changes from your fingertips...

Hm? You're still daring enough to space out at times like this?

What are you thinking? Could you have gotten your answer already?

Ugh...!

Do you know where you're touching now?!

[Voice Clip 03: Leisurely]

There are three choices here.

[Voice Clip 03-01: Moan]

......

*Sariel pants*

Ah....

Don't... ugh... don't touch my hair.

Are you doing that on purpose? Why are you touching here?

You're even tiptoeing. Looks like you're taking the opportunity to do anything you like to me.

What fox fur? What exactly does your brain thinks every day?

No animals can resist human touch? Ridiculous.

Ugh...

Your hand--

A little lower, back of the beck, it's just... it's just a coincidence that it's a little itchy.

Your fingers... are rather nimble.

Other parts are more nimble?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ugh... enough. It's enough.

I said, it's enough.

If you keep this up, I'll... ugh!

Are you happy now?

Might as well to feel comfortable until the very end...?

Wait! Where are you touching?

*rustling sounds*

This is of course my tail! What else could it be if it isn't my tail?!

Don't you know that you can't simply touch that spot?!

Ugh... 

... Tell me, when did you get so skillful?

Don't you dare to lie to me, otherwise...

Otherwise... I'll definitely double it up in return.

I don't... like it at all...

I'm blushing? I'm feeling embarrassed for you.

Ugh... Hurry and stop...

Enough...

*MC continues to touch his tail*

Stop...

I told you to stop!

Quickly let go when I told you to stop.

Thank goodness the tail has finally went back.

*sighs*... Satisfied? Don't twist my words so simply.

When did you learn to massage?

Not a massage, but petting cats?

No wonder that orange cat under our office is now plump because of your feeding.

Me? Who said I was the one feeding it?

Don't say it out, otherwise-- You know what I'll do.

What do you mean by touching fox's fur feels better than a cat's?

Don't be in such a hurry to hide, try explaining?

How captious, I don't know what you're talking about.

I didn't say it was very comfortable.

*sigh* Forget it, you can consider it that way.

You wanted more praises?

How about we first be calculative of the times you were disobedient?

I'm seeing that my student barely knows much about fabrics, but is a master without a teacher on matters like these.

What am I going to do?

Since you're so excellent, of course I'm going to sharpen your skills a little more.

Am I praising you? *scoffs* Take a guess yourself.

[Voice Clip 03-01: Muffled Sound]

... *grunts*

Ugh...

Where are you touching?

You are particularly talented in things like this.

I have to remind you, that you've deliberately changed the test question.

You weren't doing it on purpose? Hmph, I don't believe it.

The test question is changed. Place your hand on my shirt, tell me, what did you feel?

*rustling sounds*

... Chest muscles?

I'm telling you to feel the fabric of the shirt, not to feel me.

You actually knew how to feel embarrassed now? Why don't you think of the consequences of your actions for touching peremptorily?

*more rustling sounds*

What are you escaping for? If you are brave enough to do this, then you need to be prepared to pay for the price.

Or... are you anticipating for the price?

This time, don't you think of running away anymore.

... Your breaths are so hot.

Do you want to feel more things?

*more rustling sounds*

Your hands sure move fast at times like this.

*even more rustling sounds*

Don't touch there, it tickles...

Don't whisper, I can hear them all.

Who said I was sensitive? Looks like you're the one who's more sensitive to me.

Don't believe it? How about... let me give it a try?

*Sariel blows in your ear*...

I should really look for a mirror to show you, your face is now comparable to the red mesh on the table.

Ugh...

Did anyone tell you that places like the Adam's apple is not somewhere you should simply touch?

Ugh... you're still... 

Take your hand off...

Are you being disobedient today on purpose?

No?

... You were the one that started it first, then don't blame me for not showing mercy.

[Voice Clip 03-01: Chuckle]

...... 

Ah-- What are you doing? Stay still.

Are you doing it on purpose?

*cloths rustling*

Ugh-- You're still doing it?

Did you get addicted to acting deliberately?

Then I'll help you to quit this habit of yours.

You're apologizing? It's too late now.

You need to take this as a lesson to remember.

I didn't do much, only tying a butterfly knot on your wrists.

It's a pink ribbon, matches pretty well with your skin color.

Try seeing if you can move?

Good that you can't move.

It's because I'm planning to tickle you back.

I'm not doing a crosstalk. I'm being serious.

Thinking of dodging?

You were quite the brave one when you tickled me, but you're feeling afraid now?

Alright. Stop struggle anymore.

You won't be able to struggle it off.

Did you know? Right when you were struggling with all your might earlier, your left strap fell off.

Of course I know that's a shoulder strap.

It's not falling off because of your narrow shoulders, it's because its design doesn't seem very logical.

Help you to place the strap back to its place?

Mm.

It's up.

Is it tight?

Did it snap in? It hurts a little?

I'll adjust it for you then.

Too loose?

It's done, is this alright now?

Is it comfortable?

You're really troublesome.

I won't help you again next time.

You aren't able to move because your hands are tied? Well isn't that because you were the one that started causing trouble earlier.

This is a punishment that you deserve.

*sighs* 

Manage your hands, don't simply touch around. Answer the following questions seriously.

Thinking of acting shamelessly now? Weren't you quite the trickster earlier?

You wanted me to untie it that much?

Then it'll depends on your performance later.

What did you address me as? Mister Director?

... No improvements seen in your professional skills, but your levels of acting coquettishly shameless have improved drastically. 

It's useless, I don't pay for this trick.

It's useless even if you tried calling me in another thousand different ways.

*sighs*... Fine then. I'll give you another chance.

Place both of your hands up here.

If you answered correctly, then I'll untie it for you.

Correct.

Looks like you can still do it if you're placing your efforts.

Alright, I won't allow you to act deliberately anymore next time.

[Voice Clip 04: Moonglow]

Not spending efforts on things you should be spending efforts on, but you have learnt so much of blasphemous things.

Forget it, take it off for now.

Take the fabric, cover my eyes for me. I'll demonstrate for you.

Ah... why are you still being so touchy?

Tying so tightly, do you only know how to tie a fast knot?

Alright, you don't have to quibble anymore. Watch properly.

Where did you take the fabric to?

You're going with this? This is--

The fabric of your cloth?

*fabric rustling*

You're really getting bolder now.

You're testing me?

Telling the name of the fabric along with your hand's leading? You certainly do have quite the number of patterns in things.

The top is a real silk chiffon. Chest...

You don't have to test this on purpose. It's the same.

Skirt, cotton of high yarn count.

Ugh... this is--

*rustling sounds*

Ugh... 

Mixed fabric of cotton and spandex, it's also what you usually call crystal silk. 20D*.

*20 Denier. A fabric like this is usually used for stockings or pantyhose.

I think I'm already scoring a full point.

The test today ends here.

Hm? You're still thinking about the reward even until now.

Of course there are no rewards.

You've broken the rules in this test at first, because you changed the test question.

So I naturally wouldn't need to follow the game rules anymore...

【悠游夏日・齐司礼】光与夜之恋520活动 | Light and Night 520 Event Story (Sariel)

I'll only be translating Sariel's part in the 520 event 悠游夏日!  The prologue is basically MC wondering who to spend her 520 (Chinese's Valentines, it's a homophone to I love you in Chinese) so I didn't have that recorded or translated.

There will be six parts: Prologue, Heartthrob Moment, then four endings that unlocks depending on which part you touched.

You can find Sariel's recording in this video, or you can check this playlist for the other 4 male leads: 

Try touching Sariel! 

[Neck]: ... You have many little acts instead.

[Chest]: It's the best to not challenge certain boundaries.

[Abdomen]: Of course I'm not being sensitive, it just tickles a little.

[Fingers]: Isn't your curiosity a little too much?

[Leg]: This is a bathrobe, not your hand towel.

[Arm]: Hm? What else are you planning to do?

[Shoulder]: Just be direct about what you want to do.

Prologue

The May temperature has been climbing its way up, allowing the white roses all over the fence to bloom.

I quietly poked my head from the office entrance, and looked towards Sariel who is currently packing things.

Sariel: What are you standing so sneakily over there for?

MC: Director Qi, I have a proposal.

Sariel: What proposal?

I closed the door, mysteriously walked towards his desk and squatted down slowly.

With a rustle, a pamphlet suddenly spreads between my hands.

MC: Let's go on a holiday!

Sariel places a magazine back to its original place and answered without even lifting his head up.

Sariel: I'm not going.

MC: Come on, don't reject me so quickly alright!

I leaned my head a little forward.

MC: Look, the recent weathers are so great, isn't it suitable for an outing? Moreover, have you heard of a healing trip? To seek comfort for the heart in a busy life...

I blurted out the script I've thought in advance, then looked towards Sariel with anticipation.

Yet his expressions are just the same as how it was, not showing any signs of being convinced.

Sariel: Who was the one sighing yesterday and complained that her design drafts can't be completed?

MC: ... It's me.

Sariel: Who was also the one that said she wants to immerse herself in reading and not going anywhere?

MC: ... It's also me.

After a short silence, I let out a sigh.

The pamphlet that was originally clenched in my hand drooped as if it's been deflated, and fluttered to the floor.

Sariel picks up the remaining colorful papers, then paused for a moment.

Sariel: However... Since you've just finished your previous project, it's also fine to take a couple days of rest during the weekend.

I looked up in a daze, still in disbelief of what I've just heard.

Sariel: What's with that expression, changed your mind again?

MC: No no...

Although I have no idea what has made him to change his mind, but I secretly showed a peace sign in celebration of the goal achievement.

MC: It's just nice that we haven't been resting for a long time, we can take this opportunity to recharge our inspirations! 

Well, the most important of all, on 520*-- I'm going to have a vacation with Sariel!

*May 20th, sounds like a homophone to "I love you" in Chinese.

Sariel: Does a fully energized clumsy bird requires a recharge too?

Seeing my overflowing joy, Sariel's lips curved into a faint smile too.

He lowers his head to take a glance at the pamphlet. The couple of simple photos paired with exaggerating descriptions shows no signs of beauty at all.

Sariel: So why do you want to head to the mountains?

MC: Well isn't it a trend to heal and recover in the mountains now?

Sariel: ......

MC: It's mainly because I think you'd prefer quiet places compared to theme parks.

Sariel's expressions calmed down, placing the pamphlet between my submitted work, and handed them back to my hand.

Sariel: Since you've already decided, let's go then.

MC: Huh?

He stood up to take his car key, and gave me a glance.

Sariel: Huh what? Haven't you been thinking of ending work since an hour ago? I'll send you home to pack your luggage, we'll depart tomorrow morning.

Before I can even respond to it, the office door is already closed slowly, leaving only a golden ray of sunset.

Heartthrob Moment: Lingering Warmth

The mountain forests are misty in the morning. The vehicle drives on the winding mountain roads, it feels like we're traveling among the clouds.

Unknowingly, my eyelids became increasingly heavy, and with a tilt of head, I fell into the dreamlands...

??: Wake up, we've arrived.

Someone shook my shoulder when I'm in a blur, and a sliver of faint white sandalwood scent wafted towards me.

But I have only smacked my lips, and subconsciously hugged the person.

Sariel: ......

Sariel: Take your design draft back and redraw it.

MC: !!

The scary keyword shocked me from my sweet dreams--

I immediately opened my eyes, but the cold chatbox isn't present in my blurry line of sight, but it's instead the grey backs of bus seats.

Sariel: Looks like you've slept well.

I rubbed my eyes, and finally realized that I've made a fold on Sariel's shoulder.

MC: How odd, why did I hear someone said I had to redraw my design draft...

Sariel calmly gazed away.

Sariel: If you think of it during daytime, then you'll dream of it at night. Let's go, we are the only ones left.

I stretched myself as I walked out of the bus, and I was immediately welcomed by the sight of the red brick hall located halfway up the mountains.

The view is vast when looked from the mountaintop, the summer view of the lush mountains can be enjoyed completely.

The mists that are yet to disperse dampened Sariel's hair, it feels like he's veiled with a thin layer of moonlight.

MC: Not bad, the healing trip is indeed living up to its name...

Sariel: What are you muttering about?

Sariel carries the luggage, turned around and hushed coldly, so I quickly hastened my steps and followed suit.

MC: I heard that there's a Yue ceramic* exhibition. Shall we have a look later?

*Yue ware is a type of Chinese ceramics, a felspathic siliceous stoneware, which is characteristically decorated with celadon glazing.

Sariel: Yeah, that's fine.

MC: Seems like there's also a teahouse nearby, I heard that it's pretty good too.

Sariel: It's just a teahouse, what's good about it?

MC: The good point is-- the review website said that their tidbits are exceptionally delicious, so we can settle our dinner there too!

Sariel: Your excuse is indeed unsurprising as expected...

A faint smile exudes faintly over Sariel's lips, and I tugged his sleeve.

MC: So you've agreed to it?

Sariel: It doesn't feel bad to occasionally receive arrangements by others.

MC: Then I've also heard about a mysterious legend about this mountain! How about, tonight, let's...

Sariel: Rejected.

MC: Didn't you just say to follow my arrangements?

Sariel: Yeah, but I'm the one who has the final say.

Sariel walked into the hall before me. The reception is displaying various flowers and pots, exuding some hidden beauty of wabisabi*.

* A Japanese aesthetic.

MC: Let's have some rest, then visit the exhibition later, and by the time the sun sets, we can walked to the back of the mountains to have tidbits!

While waiting for the check in procedures, I planned our upcoming itinerary in excitement, yet Sariel, who's standing in front of the notice board suddenly turned around.

Sariel: Do you have other arrangements in your plan?

MC: No I don't... I've done a lot of research on the itinerary, this route is probably the best.

Sariel: The itinerary isn't the problem, it's just not updated.

He pointed at the notice board, the chalk writing clearly states that-- Starting from this month, the exhibition hall is under maintenance, the resume date will be announced separately.

Sariel: Moreover, the tidbits from the teahouse are only supplied until 12PM with limited amounts, advance reservations are required.

MC: Ah... Then wouldn't my arrangements for today all gone to a waste?!

The flames of my original excitement is extinguished in an instant. I drooped my head, just like a wilted eggplant.

Sariel: Losing your energy just because of this?

Sariel joined his index and middle fingers, then gently poked my forehead.

Sariel: What does a vacation means to you?

MC: Hmm... being free from worries, and be free. The more important thing is, to spend a wonderful time with the one I like.

Sariel: So, is the arrangement really the most important thing?

I rubbed my forehead, looked up and met Sariel's tender gaze, and suddenly understood what he meant.

MC: That's true, since there's a saying of "going with the flow", if I'm with Director Qi, even meditating in the bamboo forest would be a wonderful thing!

Sariel: ... Forget about meditating.

After checking in, I dragged my luggage, followed behind Sariel and arrived the second floor with him.

The magnetic card slides over the sensor, followed by two beeps, we entered our respective rooms.

MC: I'll look for you after I'm done getting dressed.

Sariel: Okay.

In the room, a faint scent of gardenia blossoms wafted from the windows along with the warm winds of early summer, that even my body began to act languidly.

I shoved my head right into the bed, and the real feeling of "healing trip" is finally felt.

MC: Sigh, it's rare to be able to come out with Sariel, we can't possibly staying in the room at all times, right?

My thoughts aimlessly spreads across the room-- there's only a bed in the room, what can we play? We can play...

Weird images surfaced in my mind, that I was surprised by my own thoughts, and quickly pulled the bolster and covered it on my flustered face.

"Thud thud--" A short, hurried knock sounded from the door.

MC: Who's there--

Noticing that nobody responded, I jumped off the bed and opened a slit from the door, only to find a properly-dressed Sariel standing at the entrance.

He looked at me, gaze exuding a rather familiar helplessness.

Sariel: So this is the result of you "getting dressed"?

MC: Huh?

Puzzled, I turned my head towards the dressing mirror at the entrance, and turns out to notice my hair is curling messily, and there's even a reddened pressing mark on my face.

MC: !!

I quickly tidied my hair in attempts to save my precarious image.

MC: Uh... what brings you here? Didn't we agree that I'll be the one looking for you?

Sariel: I'm here to see what exactly you are doing to have been dilly-dallying for so long.

MC: N- Nothing much!

Out of guilty conscience upon recalling the irrelevant thoughts I had earlier, I switched the topic of conversation.

MC: Hehe, you're actually bored, right?

I looked at Sariel with puppy eyes. He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally agreed to my saying.

Sariel: ... Yes if you put it that way.

MC: Then what shall we do? Fishing or cycling?

Sariel: Your energy really comes on a whim.

MC: Hm... or should we go--

I took out the gaudy pamphlet from my bag, and pointed towards the exaggerating image on it.

MC: How about we go for a swim? 

Sariel stares at the eight words "a luxurious swimming pool with a prestige experience" written in large fonts and remained silent for a moment.

Sariel: Sure.

MC: Really?

Sariel: Otherwise? It's good to spend your extra energy away.

I impatiently took my room card, dragged Sariel along the pebbled path to the courtyard in the middle of the mountain.

After applying for a permission from the staff, I quickly changed into my swimsuit in the changing room.

As my feet step over the cooling cobblestone, the infinity pool looks like it's connected to the skies, where the scene of clouds, mists and mountains are all in sight.

I squatted by the pool in eagerness, gliding my arm across the transparent waters in the pool.

Sariel: What are you doing?

Sariel's voice approaches along with the sounds of his footsteps.

MC: Of course it's to adjust to the water temperatures!

I turned around to only find him donned in a white bathrobe. The long robe is ankle-length, covering him closely.

MC: Why are you still in a bathrobe? You can't possibly plan to only watch me swim, right?

While Sariel is unguarded, I scooped a handful of water and splashed it towards him. The patch of white fabric around his waist is immediately soaked.

Sariel: Swim if you want to swim, playing with waters is not an option.

He reaches out to untie the belt of his bathrobe, and the collar that was tightly closed opened in an instant, revealing his well-defined body.

Right when the bathrobe is about to slide off from his shoulder, Sariel suddenly stopped his movements.

I blinked, and looked at him in confusion.

Sariel: Until when are you planning to stare at me?

MC: I'm just purely admiring!

Sariel's brows raised a little, and scoffed softly.

Sariel: What more would you expect? You can't be thinking of feeling it with your hand, right?

That sounds... like a good idea too, no?

Heartthrob Touch (I): Fingers

Seeing that Sariel isn't planning to take off his bathrobe, I subconsciously hooked his fingers placed by his plackets.

Sariel: What are you planning to do?

A slight glow flashes before his golden eyes, that I can't help but to back out.

Coincidentally, the wind brushes, and the leaves rustled, so I pretentiously patted his shoulder.

MC: Uh... there's a leaf on it.

Sariel: ... The door is closed, where does the leaf even come from? Warm up before swimming, don't go straight into the waters.

MC: Then what about you?

Sariel: I'm heading to the reception.

MC: Did you leave something behind?

Sariel did not answer me directly. Suddenly, a thought popped out from my mind.

MC: Hey... Sariel, you aren't actually afraid of water, are you?

Sariel: Prodding doesn't work on me.

Seeing that he's really going to leave, I wanted to reach an arm out to tug him, but only managed to hook on his belt.

With a rustle, I tugged off the originally loose bathrobe while Sariel was off guard.

MC: ......

Sariel: ......

MC: I'm sorry! It was unintentional!

Sariel sighed, exuding some helplessness through his gaze.

Sariel: Unintentional? Looks intentional to me.

He directly took off the bathrobe and threw it sideways, walked a few steps forward, and leaped into the pool.

It didn't take him long for him to resurface from the waters, and gently shook off the droplets from his hair.

Sariel: Didn't you say you wanted to swim?

Sariel lifted his head up slightly, and extended an arm towards me.

Sariel: Come down.

I turned my back against him and walked down while grabbing onto the stairs railing tightly, and carefully reached out my arm towards him.

I didn't expect to accidentally stepped wrongly, and my body dropped into the waters with a thud.

MC: *coughing*...

Sariel: Are you alright?

Sariel quickly helped me, and gently patted my back.

My throat felt slightly bitter from choking on water, even my sight became blurry.

Sariel: Are you still going to swim?

MC: Of course!

I sniffled, and lifted my chin a little.

Seeing that I'm looking fully confident, Sariel's lips curved up slightly.

Sariel: Then hold my hand, and don't let go.

As soon as the tone of his voice ends, his arms glide elegantly across the water surface relaxingly, leading me to swim forward.

With Sariel leading me, I almost didn't spend much energy to swim to the other side of the pool, that it can almost be said that was basically "paddling".

After a few cycles, we leaned by the pool to catch some rest. The connecting mountains and lush greens before my eyes makes me feel that time has slowed down.

MC: By the way, what were you going to take earlier?

Sariel: Floating kickboard.

MC: You're already a good swimmer, what are you taking a floating kickboard for?

Sariel: Who do you think I'm taking it for?

He glanced at me, and I immediately became silent out of guilty conscience.

Under Sariel's lead, I successfully entered the deep waters, and the scenery before my eyes became vast in an instant.

I swam clumsily in an unskillful manner for a few laps, then swam towards Sariel who's currently resting.

But with a splash, the waters accidentally splashed all over his face.

Sariel: ... I can know where you've swam by sound itself.

MC: I just happened to not swim for a very long time, my full capabilities are yet to recover!

I stuck my tongue out playfully, then approached Sariel with a grin.

MC: Is swimming one of your Talents?

Sariel: Why are you asking this?

MC: Scientifically speaking, foxes are canines, so they are probably good with waters.

Sariel: I just happen to know how to swim, I wouldn't say I like it.

MC: Why is that?

Sariel: I dislike getting wet.

MC: Pfft, as expected, most fluffy animals dislike water after all...

I muttered quietly, imitated Sariel to lean against the pool, and looked towards the mountains in distant with him, shoulder to shoulder.

After the mists dispersed, the blurry sunlight pours between the clouds. It's now dusk, and the whole world has fallen into a quiet peace.

MC: Sariel, why did you agree to have a vacation here with me?

I turned sideways towards him. The pair of golden pupils seems like they have blended with the gentle colors of sunset.

Sariel: Perhaps it was because you've convinced me with those nonsensical excuses. Or perhaps... forcibly attached occasions like these has a different meaning because of your presence.

The wind carries his soft tone of speech, allowing it to slowly disperse into the setting sun.

Turns out that even the perfect itinerary would never match this accidental moment of happiness.

Heartthrob Touch (II): Abdomen

Watching the well-defined abdomen under Sariel's opened bathrobe, I can't hold back from expressing my amazement.

MC: I didn't expect...

Sariel: What is it that you didn't expect?

MC: I didn't expect that your abs didn't change despite we're all working overtime in the same office! And others' have already degraded into a single piece.

Sariel: You looked at others' (abdomen) before?

I touched my flat tummy, and I can't help but to feel a little envious.

MC: Aiya... I'm just making assumptions based on my condition. How about I'll train my abs too?

Sariel: Is this something you came up with a whim again? Can you control yourself from not eating heaty* food with high calories, or can you persist to wake up and train early in the morning?

MC: It's too harsh on salarymen to wake up and train early in the morning, nobody can snatch my time to linger with the bed! At most... I'll drink iced milk tea in the future then! Iced ones have no "heat*"! 

*I am not sure how to translate this. Original text contains no 'heaty' but it wouldn't make sense in English. It's a word play of 'calorie', which is 热量, but the word 热量 also means heat. MC is trying to sprout nonsense by saying iced milk tea has no heat. Though interestingly, some people claim that colder food has lower calories. I don't know how true it is, though.

Sariel: Blasphemy, pure heresy. A cup of iced condensed milk would only increase your risk for heart diseases.

Sariel loosens the belt of his bathrobe, that his originally hidden skin is now completely exposed in the air.

I can't help but to stare a little longer, and my fingers disobediently lingered around.

MC: Can I...

Sariel: No.

MC: I haven't even finished my words!

Sariel: Your thoughts are already written all over your face. What's with the wronged expression? Could you actually be planning to "feel" it?

MC: You were clearly the one that said yes...

I glanced at Sariel secretly. Seeing that he doesn't show any direct signs of rejection, I mustered my courage and reached an arm out.

The skin under the touch of my fingertips is cooling to the touch with the waters from the pool, allowing me to rub softly in yearning.

Sariel: ... When do you plan to stop touching?

A slightly deep voice is heard from above. I lifted my chin slightly, and I can clearly see his reddened ears perfectly from this angle.

MC: Huh? Looks like your ears are red?

Sariel: *coughs*... You saw wrongly.

MC: Then I wonder who's this sensitive.

Sariel: This isn't being sensitive, it just tickles a little.

Sariel's eyelashes trembled a little, and calmly grabbed onto my disobedient hand.

Sariel: Do you happen to think that I won't strike back?

Listening to Sariel's completely unthreatening words, I looked up slyly.

MC: How do you plan to strike back?

Sariel: How I'd strike back? For instance...

Taking the opportunity while Sariel's drooping his gaze to examine me, I've made up my mind to land my first strike.

MC: Take this--!

I reached out to poke towards Sariel's waist, but I didn't expect him to nimbly dodge sideways.

With nothing to grab onto, I lost my balance, and fell into the pool before I can even scream.

Sariel: Watch out!

Sariel quickly held me, but with a loud splash, the strong inertia pushed us both into the waters.

MC: *coughs*...

I poked my head out of the water's surface thanks to Sariel carrying me as I cling onto him in shock.

He patted my back in comfort, and frowned slightly.

Sariel: Breathe slowly, otherwise you'll feel even more uncomfortable in your throat. Are you feeling better now?

I nodded. Sariel reaches an arm out to put my drenched hair to the back of my ear.

Sariel: So your so-called trick is to cause losses to both parties?

As my breath gradually calms down, I began to speak stubbornly again.

MC: There's always a price behind success, although it's a little like injuring a thousand enemy troops with eight hundred of my troops wounded*...

* Reference to Art of War

Sariel: Looks like injuring eight hundred enemy troops with a thousand of your troops to me.

MC: Hehe, then I'll add another two hundred for you!

I flicked the water droplets on my finger towards Sariel as I speak. He turned sideways to dodge it, and grabbed onto my wrist.

Sariel: Looks like I'm being too optimistic to hope for you to rest quietly. Didn't say you are here for a healing trip? Watch your steps, don't injure yourself anymore.

He softens his gaze a little, fingers that were stopped on my wrist moved downwards, and slowly interlaced with my palm.

The water droplets rolling from the ground drips melodiously, echoing in this space where there are only the two of us.

MC: Sariel...

Sariel: What are you going to ask again?

MC: Why did you suddenly change your mind and have a vacation with me?

Sariel: No special reasons.

Sariel looked towards the clock hanging high on the wall. The hour hand and minute hand are getting closer to each other.

Coincidentally-- It's 5:20PM.

5:20PM on May 20th.

Sariel: Humans sure do have a lot of nonsensical occasions.

Though saying so, a faint smile is still seen across the corners of his lips.

The sunlight is gradually warming up, pouring onto the water surface, rippling in faint sparkles.

Heartthrob Touch (III): Adam's Apple

I couldn't hold myself back, and raised an arm to touch Sariel's Adam's apple.

His expression changed slightly, gulped a little, and his ears flustered a little.

Sariel: What I said earlier was just a rhetorical question, I wasn't asking you to really "feel" it by yourself.

I tilted my head, and finally realized that I seemed to have misunderstood him.

MC: Aren't rhetorics... sometimes a form of affirmation too?

Sariel: This is not a linguistic exam, there's no need for over-interpretations.

He paused, and gazed on my fingertips that have been poking around.

Sariel: Still not getting into the pool? Until when do you plan to keep touching? Weren't you the one very excited to swim earlier?

MC: You're clearly the one that hasn't taken your bathrobe off...

I kept my hand and muttered quietly.

Sariel's ears moved a little, it's obvious that he has heard me.

But he didn't respond to me, but instead tugged the bathrobe belt off, and hung it on the rack.

The beautiful lines that were concealed within suddenly lost its cover, and is now displayed before me.

He gently flipped his hair, allowing the water droplets to fall on his collarbones and trickled downwards, little by little.

Sariel: What are you dilly-dallying for?

Sariel's sends a faint glance over, so I turned my head away in guilt, and jumped into the waters before him.

After happily swimming a few laps in the waters, Sariel entered the pool too, so I turned back and swam towards him.

Seeing that he just got out from the waters, I quietly opened my palms, and pushed the water waves forward.

Coincidentally, Sariel's arms happened to be gliding on the waters. The two forces collides, and splashed back to me instead.

MC: !!

I shut my eyes tightly, and a cooling splash bloomed before me, splattering countless droplets all over.

It's clearly "a taste of my own medicine", but I can't hold back from bursting out in laughter.

Sariel: You're saying that you're coming here for a swim, but looks like you just wanted to play with waters to me.

MC: Swimming is also a way of playing with waters, a high-class method of playing with waters!

Sariel: Then what's the type of class of your water play?

MC: Probably a borderline entry level player?

Sariel: Shouldn't entry level players go to that side instead?

I looked to the side following Sariel's line of gaze, that's a swimming playground specially made for kids.

MC: Hey, I'm at least past entry level alright!

I quickly entered the waters as soon as I finished saying, attempting to prove my true swimming capabilities.

Sariel smiled faintly, then immersed himself into the waters, and overtook me very quickly.

MC: How can you be so free in the waters?

Sariel: You're very "free" too.

MC: Why does it sound like a somewhat negative description when you're the one saying it...

He leaned by the pool, unable to hold back the smile he has in his gaze.

The sunlight pours over generously, shrouding a faint golden layer around him.

There's a saying called the God's shower... but it's just something so-so, no?

I'm entertained by the weird adjective I had in mind, so I've decided to trick this "God" over here too.

So I dived under the waters, quietly approached Sariel, and suddenly coming out from the waters right before him.

Sariel: What are you doing?

Sariel frowned a little. His beautiful jawline and the slender curves of his neck are all seen from this angle.

Subconsciously, I leaned towards him and softly bit on his Adam's apple.

Sariel's gaze immediately stunned, even his originally relaxed body is slightly tensed.

Sariel: Do you know what you're doing?

Watching the faint trace of redness on his Adam's apple, my rationality has finally returned to me slowly.

MC: This... is a badge I'm gifting to the top-class player!

Sariel: Is that so?

Sariel asked very softly, but his tone exudes slight danger.

I retreated backwards a little, but he has already sealed off my exits with his arms long ago.

Sariel: Then where should I leave a mark for entry-level players?

His gaze patrols by my neck, so I can only lower my voice and lowered my head obediently.

MC: I'm sorry.

Sariel loosens his arms a little upon hearing so. I caught onto the timing and quickly escaped from the gap.

MC: Although I'm sorry, but I'll still be daring enough to do it again next time!

I immediately dived into the waters after saying so, and swam forward without stopping.

Time passes very quickly, that the sun slowly sets among the clouds in the mountains within the birdsongs of returning birds.

Sariel: Let's go back.

MC: Sure, I just happen to feel a little hungry too.

I got out from the water, then blinked, suddenly feeling a little curious.

MC: You clearly don't seem passionate about swimming, why are you accompanying me here?

Sariel: Nothing special, I just didn't want to let someone to have an overly terrible occasion. Now, we at least have left ourselves a somewhat decent memory, this alone is enough.

Sariel walked before me, and the fragrance of dishes wafted towards me.

I held his hand, and the two elongated shadows under the sunset slowly crossed. 

Heartthrob Touch (IV): Chest

The water on my hand has left a trail of water on Sariel's chest.

He frowned slightly, seemingly feeling a little uncomfortable towards the cooling water.

MC: You were the one asking earlier, so I "made my move".

Sariel: I've never agreed to your monologue. Won't you put your hand away already?

He's speaking in a questioning tone, yet his reddened earlobes have instead made him sound completely unthreatening.

MC: Director Qi, are you working out secretly behind everyone's backs? Or have you been running while drawing design drafts...

Sariel: Don't compare me with someone who has five meals per day.

MC: Hey, who said that I was...

Sariel: Do you want me to count for you? In the morning--

I quickly covered my ears and shook my head vigorously.

MC: I'm not listening, I'm not listening! Only with a full stomach that I can train my body better!

My gaze brushes over Sariel's tall shoulder, and moved downwards to his abdomen.

MC: Only by training my body, that just like Director Qi, I'll be...

Sariel: Be what?

MC: Hm... beautiful enough to be a feast for the eyes?

Sariel: ... Don't use idioms so simply.

MC: Are you getting shy already?

Sariel: No, keep your excessive imaginative powers away.

Sariel turned away unnaturally and moved his gaze away from mine.

Feeling tempted, I suddenly reached out to pinch the reddened ear while he's off guard.

Sariel: ...!

He startled slightly, and immediately responded to the culprit right after, and quickly enough, my escaping hand was caught red-"hand"edly.

Sariel: Keeping it so quickly, where did your courage earlier go?

MC: I was just confirming something.

Sariel: So what findings did you manage to confirm?

MC: It's that... your ears are a little red, and a little hot.

Sariel leaned down. The originally cold scent of white sandalwood is now carrying an unordinary heat.

He slowly gazed up towards me, and softly pinched my earlobe with his slightly cooling fingertips.

A sliver of numbness came from his warm fingertips, combined with an almost unnoticeable pain.

Sariel: Fighting fire with fire.

Sariel paused, and it looks like he's carefully examining my current expressions.

Sariel: Looks like yours are also a little red, and a little hot.

MC: ......

Sariel: Weren't you quite the chatterbox earlier? Why so quiet now?

MC: I wanted to talk too, but you're the one that didn't allow me use idioms simply.

I blinked, looking a little wronged, only dared to speak in a quiet voice.

MC: If it's possible, I wanted to say this tens of thousands of times, a feast for the eyes, a feast for the eyes, a feast for the eyes...

The strength used on my ear has obviously increased, that I can't help but to let out a whine.

Sariel: Looks like someone needs a lesson.

Watching his opened bathrobe, my heart drummed so vigorously that I could only blink nervously.

MC: What lesson?

Sariel: I'll punish you to...

Sariel's gaze fell on my lips, leaning closer and closer, so close that our breaths are almost intertwined.

Sariel: I'll punish you... to queue in the teahouse early in the morning tomorrow.

MC: Huh?

Sariel: Haven't you been mumbling that you wanted to eat them for a long time, that you've even prepared your ordering strategy?

Sariel lets go of my wrist and straightened himself up.

I nodded in late realization. The few birdsongs from the distant have dispersed the enchanting atmosphere along with the winds.

MC: Then how about we split the task?

I hooked Sariel's pinky and swayed it gently.

MC: I'll do the ordering, and you'll pay the bill!

Sariel: Tell me again after you can actually get up in time.

Though saying so, Sariel has instead let out a faint smile. The scent of the damp forest bamboos, is a unique scent of May.

I think, our vacation has only just begun.