Who Touched My Tail!

7.5

7.5 – What would he do if he didn't properly control his own momentum and frightened him?

translator: xiin
editors: alamerysl & BlueBug

After being dispirited for the entire day, in the evening when class was over, Xue Ling wrapped his arms around Yan Qingjun's waist and would not let the fish go. "Junjun, will you accompany me home? I'm in such a terrible mood that I might even jump off the building tonight without you!"

Yan Qingjun looked down at him helplessly. "Don't talk about yourself like that."

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"Seriously." Xue Ling leaned close to him. "You really don't think my heart and soul looks very fragile right now?"

"No, I think you look like you're brimming with energy, and could even go swim for another kilometre." The suspension chairs slowly made their way out, and Xue Ling muttered under his breath as he followed behind Yan Qingjun.

"Just come. It'll be good even if you just come over for dinner. I've been telling my mother that I want to introduce my best friend to her."

Yan Qingjun's movements stalled for a moment. During this period, he had already inquired about what had happened to the Duke's family, and he was also sure that he was the lost youngest son of the Duke's Palace. After all, his forehead and eyes were so similar to the Duchess'. But, the more it was like this, the more fearful he was. He could treat Yan Qiwen so calmly and normally because this person was Yan Qiwen. If it was anyone else, Yan Qingjun felt that he would probably be jealous to the point of madness.

So many years of recuperation allowed him to hide his thoughts and feelings so that they would not show clearly, but he was still depressed for a while. If he had not been accompanied by Yan Qiwen during that time, perhaps his thoughts would have headed straight towards some misunderstandings.

But even so, he did not have the courage to take the initiative and show up in front of the Duchess on his own. He felt anxious about returning home, and was always afraid that when he finally met the Duchess, she would not like him.

So he found reasons everywhere to refuse Yan Qiwen many times, and he still did not intend to agree this time.

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Xue Ling was still continuing on from behind him, "Junjun, on the basis that there's nobody I like anymore, and I'm depressed and not in a good mood, you should just come to my home as a guest. I really need comfort. I'm afraid that I'll hear news about Lou Cen when I go home today... second brother is a military officer. His favorite thing to do when we're eating is to talk about military affairs."

Yan Qingjun's movements stalled again, and he controlled his merfolk chair to turn around and look at Xue Ling. The other fish had already fallen quite a ways behind, and he had his head lowered, his entire person looking very downcast and unhappy. He sighed rather helplessly. Although it seemed that Yan Qiwen was still able to joke, he was afraid that it was a forced type of humor. For such an optimistic and cheerful person to become like this because of a breeder, it meant he had very strong feelings for the other party.

This was his friend, and it was his friend's home that he was being invited to. Yan Qingjun had long regarded Yan Qiwen as a younger brother who was younger than him by several months. What was wrong with agreeing to go home with his younger brother?

"All right." After a long time, he finally relented and agreed.

Xue Ling's face lit up with happiness. He rushed forward and pulled Yan Qingjun along as they headed straight for the entrance, his floating chair whizzing about and frightening the merfolk nearby.