It was Huo Qi who broke the awkward silence first, "Did you receive the clothes?"
"Yeah, I received them."
Then, silence fell once again.
Huo Qi said, "Good to hear you got them, I'm hanging up now."
"Hey..."
"Beep beep beep..."
On the other end, Huo Qi had already hung up the phone. Ao Chen didn't dare to call back, worried that Huo Qi would find him annoying. Clutching his phone, he composed a text message, editing it back and forth until only one sentence remained.
[Last night, I didn't enter your room on purpose, don't be mad.]
There was a time when Ao Chen, so proud, would never have groveled like this.
When Huo Qi checked the message, he was just about to shoot new material. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, and his smile became a bit brighter. For him, the hard part was never rejecting Ao Chen's approaches but rather, not being able to keep him from leaving.
