Song Qiuyao had a peaceful night's sleep and had a hazy dream about Qin Yan.

In Qin Yan's dream, his slightly calloused hand, warm and gentle, lightly strokes Song Qiuyao's hair. His slender fingers follow the strands of hair, their tips lightly grazing his cheeks, then slowly caress Song Qiuyao's lips, gently massaging them back and forth. Afterwards, his fingers delicately pry open Song Qiuyao's teeth, lightly pressing and playing with his lips and tongue.

In the dream, Qin Yan seemed to whisper something gently into Song Qiuyao's ear, but no matter how hard Song Qiuyao tried, he couldn't make out what Qin Yan said.

Qin Yan slowly withdrew his finger from Song Qiuyao's mouth, his moist finger dragging along a long, silver strand of saliva.

Qin Yan gazed at Song Qiuyao with such tenderness, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if smiling but not really.

Song Qiuyao's heart became hot and anxious.

When Song Qiuyao woke up, everything beneath him was wet. Remembering the dream from last night, Song Qiuyao felt terrible all over.

He cautiously looked down from the upper bunk. The person from his dream last night was still peacefully sleeping. Song Qiuyao's tense heart finally let out a sigh of relief.

Song Qiuyao tiptoed down from the bed and quickly took out the clothes he was going to wear today and a pair of underwear from the wardrobe before swiftly slipping into the bathroom.

After changing his clothes, Song Qiuyao stared blankly at his underwear and pajamas, which had been soaked by some kind of liquid, as if he was not looking at his own dirty clothes but rather at evidence left behind at a crime scene.

Then, upon further thought, what's there to be nervous about! Qin Yan doesn't even know who he dreamt about. Besides, which man hasn't had a 《bleep》dream before?

Once he calmed down, Song Qiuyao put his pajamas and underwear together into a basin, sprinkled them with laundry detergent, and started soaking them in water.

Qin Yan, who was a light sleeper, was awakened by the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Plus, he didn't sleep well last night. Now, being woken up, he feels dizzy and irritated in his mind.

He picked up his phone and checked the time, it was just a little after 6 o'clock.

Apart from being extremely tired, once Qin Yan is awakened, he basically cannot fall back asleep. With a grumpy expression, Qin Yan got out of bed.

Song Qiuyao was startled when Qin Yan, with a gloomy face, pushed open the restroom door. She didn't know what to do and quickly turned off the water, apologizing to Qin Yan.

Song Qiuyao: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to wake you up."

Looking at Song Qiuyao's apologetic face, Qin Yan instantly lost all his temper.

"I'm sorry for startling you, I'm in a bad mood after waking up." Qin Yan's hair was disheveled and he had a tired look on his face. He walked towards Song Qiuyao and bent down, resting his head gently on his shoulder.

Song Qiuyao: "..."

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Qin Yan, who didn't sleep well, had a slightly hoarse voice. He said in a muffled voice, "Didn't you sleep well last night? Why are you up so early?"

Song Qiuyao, at a loss for words, remained silent.

Qin Yan, who was gradually coming to his senses, looked at the half-washed pajama bottoms and underwear in the basin and understood the situation. He smiled meaningfully at Song Qiuyao and said, "Looks like you had a good night's sleep."

Song Qiuyao: "............" Can we still get along happily? Crash!

After the two of them finished washing up and tidying themselves, it was just half past six.

Qin Yan: "It's still early, would you like to go for a morning run together?"

"Mhmm," Song Qiuyao nodded.

The early morning of September was slightly cool, with a gentle breeze brushing by, bringing with it the moist sensation. The air was filled with the refreshing scent of plants, which brought a sense of joy to people's hearts.

The two of them walked together to the rubber track on the playground and started running slowly. There weren't too many students exercising in the morning on the playground, but there were still quite a few. The observant girls noticed Qin Yan and Song Qiuyao, who were both good-looking, jogging side by side, and couldn't help but cast curious glances at them.

The two of them had long grown accustomed to the enthusiastic gazes from the girls, so they paid little attention and instead chatted while jogging.

Qin Yan: "Why did you join the anime club? It seems like you're not very interested in club activities and never come to participate."

Song Qiuyao's inner monologue: I can't just tell you directly that I'm afraid of being literally overwhelmed by those fierce and aggressive girls like a pack of wolves.

After pondering for a while, Song Qiuyao responded, "That day, I originally went along casually with my former roommate to take a look. But later, I saw Miss President cosplaying as Yuna, and I really liked this character. Her cosplay was highly authentic. For a moment, I felt like I actually saw the living goddess Yuna breaking through the dimensional barrier and entering real life. That's when I decided to join the club."

Qin Yan, who learned the truth, felt so heartbroken that he was almost having a heart attack.

Qin Yan: "She has a boyfriend..."

Song Qiuyao: "What are you thinking? I don't have any romantic thoughts about President Sister, I just simply like this character and think her cosplay is great."

Qin Yansong let out a sigh of relief.

Song Qiuyao: "But later on, when I joined the club, there were too many people in the group and it was too noisy, with the chat constantly flooding my screen. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. So, I ended up muting the group. At first, I really wanted to participate in the activities, but unfortunately, during the first few occasions, something unexpected always came up on my end. Since we weren't familiar with each other and it didn't seem interesting, I didn't really feel like getting involved."

Qin Yan: "Do you not feel guilty saying that in front of me, the vice president of the society? Don't you have a conscience, my friend?"

Song Qiuyao: "Looking at you with a cold expression, we handsome guys have no conscience."

Qin Yan: "........"

Song Qiuyao looked at Qin Yan's somewhat depressed face and reached out to tug at his clothes.

Unhappy? Don't be upset, okay? With his soft southern accent, Song Qiuyao's words sounded like a gentle whine. Softly, like a feather brushing past, they reached the most tender part of Qin Yan's heart.

Song Qiuyao said, "Moreover, not wanting in the past doesn't mean I don't want it now. Don't I still have you, Dada, taking me to fly? Actually, I feel quite regretful. If I had gone, we would have known each other much earlier. I regret not knowing you earlier."

Many years later, when Qin Yan looked back on the time when the two first met, the most profound memory was on a clear morning in late summer and early autumn.

The morning light bloomed on the young boy's face as he smiled warmly and said to himself, "I regret not being able to meet you earlier."

So in the end, they spent their entire lives making up for the lost time they had missed with each other.