After Our Divorce, I Still Wore Your Jacket

Chapter 19

Yuan Ye returned after smoking a cigarette outside. When he got back, he gently closed the door, then headed into the bathroom to wash up again. He did his best to keep the volume low in order to prevent himself from disturbing Fang Shaoyi’s rest. When he got out from the bathroom, he glanced at his phone to check if he had any notifications. He had previously left it in the room to charge, so hadn’t had it on him. There were a bunch of notifications on the screen. Yuan Ye scanned them quickly, then set his phone down once more.

As soon as he did so, he turned around and suddenly heard Fang Shaoyi ask him, “Where’d you go?”

Yuan Ye hadn’t expected for him to be awake. He softly responded, “Did I wake you up? I couldn’t sleep just now, so headed outside to relax for a bit. Go back to sleep.”

The curtains were very tightly drawn. Not even an inch of light could pass through. Yuan Ye couldn’t see Fang Shaoyi clearly. The temperature in the room was just right – quite warm. Yuan Ye smiled and said, “I already did my best not to make any noise, but I still woke you up.”

Fang Shaoyi said, “No, I woke up by myself a few minutes ago and saw that you weren’t here.”

Yuan Ye changed and felt around to find the bed. He climbed in and told Fang Shaoyi, “Alright, I’ll stop making a commotion. Sleep, Yi ge.”

Normally, the two of them kept to themselves before falling asleep. Neither touched the other. However, when they lost consciousness, it was difficult to predict whether or not one would roll closer to someone else’s side or not. Yuan Ye closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, only to feel Fang Shaoyi reach out and touch his hands. He lowly asked, “Where’d you go? Your hands are so cold.”

Yuan Ye froze. This unexpected touch caused his brain to go numb. His fingers reacted to this physical contact before his brain could. Before he regained his wits, he had already grabbed onto Fang Shaoyi’s hand. After doing this, Yuan Ye suddenly realized that this instinct was a bit inappropriate. He let go and said, “Sat by the water for a brief period just now. It was pretty cool, but unfortunately, there were mosquitoes. They bit me so much.”

Fang Shaoyi asked again, “Just you?”

“No. With Little Cheng,” Yuan Ye answered very openly. He smiled too. “We chatted for a bit, about love and life.”

Fang Shaoyi made a noise of acknowledgment. His voice was pretty low. He calmly asked, “You guys talked about love?”

Yuan Ye finally realized that something was wrong. He turned his face, but the room was too dark, so he still couldn’t see Fang Shaoyi. Yuan Ye suddenly laughed. He questioned, “Then who else would I talk with about love?”

Fang Shaoyi didn’t answer. Instead, he asked again, “So you want to talk with someone about love?”

If this were during the day, Yuan Ye probably would’ve started teasing again. But now, it was too late. Fang Shaoyi normally didn’t get enough sleep when filming for his movies; he also needed to wake up early every day to film this show. Yuan Ye wasn’t willing to let him use his precious sleep time to chat. Thus, he chuckled and compromised, “No, not at all. Hurry and sleep, baobei’er. Look at the time.”

His words sounded slightly superficial. Upon hearing this, Fang Shaoyi didn’t say anything else. Yuan Ye didn’t want to piss him off. He treasured the current peaceful atmosphere between them. He had hidden all the fangs in his mouth already, well behaved as could be.

But heading out for over an hour to talk about love with a young boy and only saying “no, not at all” after returning was honestly too provocative for an old man over the age of thirty.

Yuan Ye only felt that Fang Shaoyi had lifted the blanket on his side. He didn’t even realize what was going on until he had already been pressed down by Fang Shaoyi. His entire person was covered in a bubble. Only Fang Shaoyi was in this bubble.

Even now, Yuan Ye still didn’t feel angry. His voice was very low, his tone very soft. “What are you doing&#k2026;&#k2026;”

Fang Shaoyi squeezed his chin. The air exhaled from his nose landed on Yuan Ye’s face. In a deep voice, he asked, “Missing love?”

Yuan Ye furrowed his brows in the dark.

“What do you want to talk about?” Fang Shaoyi’s fingers were pretty forceful. Yuan Ye’s chin hurt. “I’ll listen.”

Yuan Ye said with eyebrows still scrunched, “I’m not messing with you. Let’s finish filming nicely.”

Fang Shaoyi scoffed. “Then who do you want to mess with?”

Yuan Ye wasn’t someone with a good temper either. He had held back his anger for a long time and was now pretty much at his limit. He reached out and pushed away the hand Fang Shaoyi was using to squeeze his chin. Then, he slapped the switch to turn on the bedside lamp. Light suddenly flooded the room. Their eyes were already adapted to the dark, so such sudden brightness made them very uncomfortable. Yuan Ye narrowed his eyes and glared at Fang Shaoyi. “What do you want to do?”

Fang Shaoyi didn’t say anything else to him. He also wasn’t willing to observe the other’s furrowed brows and glare anymore. He quickly lowered his head.

As Fang Shaoyi bit Yuan Ye’s lips, Yuan Ye instantly reacted. He lifted a hand, wanting to push the other away, but ultimately didn’t. Yuan Ye let the other do as he pleased. His chest rose up and down rapidly. He was angry too. As if trying to take out his anger, Fang Shaoyi ravaged Yuan Ye’s lips until the metallic taste of blood erupted in their mouths.

Yuan Ye’s eyes were completely red. He glared at Fang Shaoyi. Several seconds later, he scoffed. There was a mocking expression on his face. He asked, “Do you want to fuck me? If you do, say it straight. We’ve been together for so many years. I wouldn’t not let you.”

“Seems to me like I’m not the one missing love. You’re the one missing love, right gege?” Yuan Ye continued.

Fang Shaoyi didn’t want to listen to him talk. He used his hand to press down on Yuan Ye’s mouth, then bit Yuan Ye’s Adam’s apple. Yuan Ye’s mouth was very talented. When he intended to stab you in the heart, one sentence could create a hundred holes. Each one would bleed.

Both of them were now agitated. In their hearts, they both couldn’t do anything about the person in front of them. They looked at each other every day – every day, something was stuck in their hearts. Now, that trapped emotion had been awakened by the other.

Yuan Ye’s mouth was covered by Fang Shaoyi, but that didn’t mean he would calm down. He opened his mouth and bit a tiny piece of flesh on Fang Shaoyi’s palm. He held on and wouldn’t let go.

Fang Shaoyi furrowed his brows because of this, but still didn’t remove his hand. When his other hand touched Yuan Ye’s pants, he paused, then laughed softly. That gaze made Yuan Ye feel like someone had slapped him across the face. His ears were ringing.

After getting bitten and nipped at all over, if Yuan Ye still didn’t have a reaction, he wouldn’t be a human. His reaction was right there for Fang Shaoyi to see. This made Yuan Ye feel very cheap. He could control his mind, but couldn’t control the lower half of his body.

——This was Fang Shaoyi.

Yuan Ye’s eyes were red as he panted. Fang Shaoyi’s hand was bleeding from where he had bitten it too. Yuan Ye still didn’t let go.

A chaotic round. An unexpected night.

Neither of them said anything, but they certainly did a lot. By the end, neither remembered how anything had started. Men’s logical reasoning skills always surrendered to desire. Everything returned to the most primitive urges.

Yuan Ye laid there, silent. He looked up at the ceiling, unsure as to what emotion he should be feeling right now.

The corners of his lips quirked up. He laughed silently, then cussed, “Fuck.”

Fang Shaoyi brought out a pack of wet wipes from the bathroom. Yuan Ye got off the bed, barefoot, and walked over to pull out a cigarette from his jacket. He lit one; the area where his lip was split still hurt. The cigarette dangled from his mouth as he padded over and embraced Fang Shaoyi from behind. His arms circled Fang Shaoyi’s neck. The cigarette was in his mouth, causing a thin trail of smoke to appear right in front of Fang Shaoyi’s eyes. Yuan Ye chuckled deeply. His voice sounded really nasally, and also a bit raspy. He asked right next to Fang Shaoyi’s ear, “Who gave you the right?”

Actually, it wasn’t appropriate for him to ask Fang Shaoyi this either. If Yuan Ye really hadn’t wanted him to, Fang Shaoyi wouldn’t have done anything. If he had really wanted to push, Fang Shaoyi wouldn’t have been able to hold him down. At the end of the day, this was a mess caused by the both of them. Yuan Ye’s chest was glued to Fang Shaoyi’s back. He trailed his arms down, quickly groping Fang Shaoyi’s chest muscles. Then, he laughed again and took the cigarette out of his mouth to say, “Yi ge, we’re both assholes.”

The filming for the last episode of the show ultimately couldn’t be nicely completed.

Yuan Ye was never soft on himself. He harshly bit himself right where Fang Shaoyi had, causing the wound to completely split open, enlarging it. Then, he did it again. Now, that spot was completely ruined. As soon as Fang Shaoyi looked up and saw his mouth, he furiously furrowed his brows. He said, “Don’t fuck around.”

Yuan Ye laughed, “Then what should I do? How would I explain this?”

That day, in front of the camera, Chi Xing suggestively asked him what was wrong with his mouth. Yuan Ye pointed at Fang Shaoyi. “Fucker bit me.”

Chi Xing answered with a smile, “Whose teeth could cause such a big bite mark? Yuan Ye ge, do you have a canker sore?”

Yuan Ye made a noise of acknowledgement and nodded, unbothered. “Don’t know if I accidentally said something bad about someone. Now my mouth is rotting.”

Chi Xing said, “Then you should take some vitamins.”

Yuan Ye smiled and shook his head. “No thanks. I only want to eat meat. Not eating beef in Australia?”

It was only in front of the cameras that Yuan Ye could still maintain a smile. As soon as he got out of the camera’s view, Yuan Ye’s expression fell. His gaze was cold and he kept it lowered. Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.

When they reached Melbourne, Yuan Ye got out of the car and asked the director what the next mission was.

That director’s head was down as he looked at his phone. It appeared that he hadn’t heard.

For the whole trip, this person had acted this way: he seemed to be more of a guest than Yuan Ye. Yuan Ye couldn’t get him to do anything, nor could he get him to answer any questions.

Yuan Ye furrowed his brows. He asked again, “I’m asking you what we’re filming this afternoon. Little bro, is there something wrong with your ears?”

The little director lifted his head and scanned him. He said, “We’ll notify you about what we’re filming when the time comes, Teacher Yuan.”

The words “Teacher Yuan” were spoken very formally and purposefully carried certain emotions.

Yuan Ye expressionlessly asked him, “Have something against me? Don’t like me?”

“What are you saying,” that director said. “Who are you and who am I? I’d have to have the guts.”

Yuan Ye was too lazy to bother saying more than needed to him too. He wasn’t in the mood to argue. He only told the other, “If you have something against me, either tell me or keep it to yourself. Do the job that’s in your job description. Right now, you’re a director. Be more professional.”

The other looked up at Yuan Ye and didn’t respond. Yuan Ye turned around and left.

The last few days, this director finally calmed down a bit. At least, he stopped acting like a deaf person. In actuality, he simply didn’t think Yuan Ye was important at all. When he came, he already had such feelings. Yuan Ye wasn’t in the mood to keep an eye on him either – that person could do whatever he wanted – Yuan Ye didn’t have the extra time or energy to pay attention to someone completely unrelated to him.

The last night of filming, everyone got together to eat dinner together. They also drank. It was pretty emotion-inducing. Someone asked Yuan Ye how he felt filming a variety show for the first time. At the time, Yuan Ye laughed and waved his hand. He didn’t answer.

This show was already at the end of filming. After tonight, they would be flying back tomorrow. As soon as they landed, he and Fang Shaoyi would have to go their separate ways. If that argument and accident hadn’t happened two nights ago, the two of them might have had something to talk about now. At least, they would’ve been able to bid each other farewell nicely.

But a strange hookup had caused all sorts of emotions to flood into their minds. Thus, they were no longer able to speak to each other normally.

A separated couple, or more accurately, a divorced pair, had acted in a film——Finally, it was time to empty out the set once more.

The author has something to say:

Yuan Ye: Uncle Ye hasn’t sprained an ankle even while jumping off the ceiling beams as a kid. You guys want me to sprain my ankle, but it won’t be so easy.