Will You Be My Boyfriend

Kong Xiaohe was utterly astonished, unsure whether this was just a fleeting moment or if he could maintain this state permanently.

He looked at Zhou Yi with hopeful eyes and asked, "Will my body keep getting better?"

Zhou Yi handed him a prescription and replied, "Yes. Take the medicine listed here, and you’ll recover to the point of being as healthy as anyone else."

Kong Xiaohe excitedly accepted the paper from Zhou Yi, treating it like a priceless treasure as he examined it repeatedly before carefully tucking it into his pocket.

"Captain, I really don’t know how to thank you. After this competition, why don’t you come to my place? I’d like to treat you to a meal."

But Kong Xiaohe’s idea of "a meal" wasn’t that simple.

Zhou Yi had initially intended to refuse, but Kong Xiaohe’s next words changed his mind.

"How about I introduce you to a few business partners?"

Kong Xiaohe knew Zhou Yi had started his own company.

For Zhou Yi, money or gifts weren’t as valuable as connections.

Kong Xiaohe genuinely wanted to express his gratitude.

Zhou Yi was momentarily surprised before hesitantly asking, "Your family is in business too?"

Kong Xiaohe nodded. "Yes, my father knows quite a few businesspeople. You’ve done my family a great favor—getting him to introduce you to some associates won’t be a problem."

Zhou Yi couldn’t quite gauge Kong Xiaohe’s family background, but judging from the expensive wallet worth thousands he’d gifted him before, it definitely wasn’t modest.

"Alright then, I’ll visit your place once we’re back."

"It’s settled then, Captain—no, from now on, can I call you Yi-ge?"

"Whatever you prefer. Now go get some sleep. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

After Kong Xiaohe left Zhou Yi’s room, he immediately called home.

What he said remained unknown to Zhou Yi, who was now occupied with Gong Zi in his room.

"It’s so late—why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Zhou Yi sighed in resignation as Gong Zi had once again sneaked over from the balcony.

The girl pouted and plopped onto his bed. "What, can’t I come over to hang out? Don’t be so stingy, Captain."

"There’s nothing fun here."

"You’re fun. I want to play with you."

Gong Zi’s bold words made Zhou Yi chuckle.

"You really don’t hold back, do you?"

"I told you from the start—I’m a madwoman, not some delicate lady."

Zhou Yi walked over from the door, looking down at Gong Zi. He lifted a lock of her beautiful hair, his gaze unreadable as he murmured,

"Do you know what it means for a girl to appear in a man’s room in the middle of the night?"

Gong Zi swallowed hard before wrapping her arms around Zhou Yi’s waist and pressing her face against him.

"I want to sleep with you."

Zhou Yi arched a brow. "You shouldn’t say things like that carelessly. You’re drunk—go back to your room."

Gong Zi didn’t let go. Instead, she clung tighter.

"No, I won’t leave unless you agree."

Zhou Yi grabbed her hands, intending to pull her off the bed.

But Gong Zi was surprisingly strong—she looped her arms around his neck and yanked him down, sending him tumbling onto her.

"Let go. I don’t want to do anything to you."

"But I want to do something to you, Captain. Or… are you just not up for it?"

Zhou Yi smirked. Was she really trying to provoke him with that?

A real man could never admit to "not being up for it."

With a low laugh, he got up to close the balcony door and draw the curtains.

Standing by the window, he gave her one last chance. "I’ll let you leave now if you want."

Gong Zi answered with action instead of words.

She sprang from the bed and rushed to him, pressing her lips against his in a kiss.

Zhou Yi spun her around, pinning her against the windowsill. Gong Zi wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head up as their lips locked in a fervent, inseparable embrace.

From the windowsill to the desk, then from the desk to the bed—

They only kissed, nothing more.

"You—why are we just kissing? Aren’t you going to do anything else?"

Gong Zi gasped for breath as she stared at him.

Zhou Yi ruffled her hair. "We’re not dating."

Gong Zi frowned, her expression pitiful. "Then why not be my boyfriend?"

Zhou Yi shook his head. "No. I don’t feel that way about you. You should go back—I don’t want to hurt you."

Gong Zi had already made up her mind before coming. She hadn’t expected Zhou Yi to commit to her, but she still wanted to give her first time to the person she loved.

"For me, this isn’t hurt—it’s what I want. Can’t you just do me this favor and fulfill my wish?"

"You really want it that badly?"

"Really. I just want to know what it’s like with you."

"What if you start crying from the pain later?"

"I’ll—I’ll try my best not to."

Gong Zi patted her chest confidently, making a solemn vow.

Clearly, she had no idea what she was in for.

When Zhou Yi remained silent, she began unbuttoning her clothes herself.

The fabric slid to the floor.

At this point, if Zhou Yi held back any longer, he’d be a saint.

He scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, pulling off his shirt before leaning over her...

The night was long.

Soft, heated gasps filled the room.

Zhou Yi chuckled, whispering in her ear, "Call me 'gege.'"

Gong Zi’s face burned as she obediently murmured, "Gege..."

......

An hour later.

Gong Zi lay in Zhou Yi’s arms while he smoked.

"You mind?"

"Not at all. You look so handsome when you smoke—the first time I saw you do it, I was completely mesmerized."

With that, she reached over to the desk, picking up a cigarette of her own. She brought it to Zhou Yi’s, using his to light hers.

The way she lowered her eyes to take a drag was strikingly beautiful, her long lashes like delicate fans.

Zhou Yi stroked her hair.

Gong Zi looked up at him. "Will you miss me?"

Zhou Yi smiled without answering.

Gong Zi exhaled a slow stream of smoke and smiled too. "I’ll miss you."

"Mhm. Get some sleep."

"But I can’t."

"Want me to help you fall asleep?"

"Sure. Sing for me. What other songs have you written? Can you sing one for me?"

"Alright."

Zhou Yi stubbed out his cigarette, and Gong Zi did the same before nestling back into his arms.

"Rain hangs suspended in the sky..."

"Like tears lingering in my eyes..."

"Perhaps this is the last time we say goodbye..."

......

"Our embrace has long gone cold..."

"The tide drowns out the dusk of our parting..."

"Leaving only the warmth I can’t let go..."

......

"I want to pull you deep inside..."

"But dare not let you see..."

"The tear that lingers, unshed, on me..."

"If this is our final page..."

"Before you walk away..."

"Let me rewrite our story’s close..."

......

Gong Zi listened intently as Zhou Yi sang, the lyrics stirring something bittersweet in her heart.

"Gege, just now, when you were singing... it felt like an illusion."

"Oh? What illusion?"

"As if I was your entire world. The way you look at people—when you’re serious, it’s like your gaze is full of love for everything."

Zhou Yi didn’t respond directly, simply smiling as he tousled her hair.

"I’ll give this song to you. From now on, I won’t sing it for anyone else."

Gong Zi beamed, eagerly asking, "Does it have a name?"

Zhou Yi coaxed her into a cheerful mood and thus didn’t reveal the song’s real name.

"There wasn’t one before, but now there is—it’s called 'Gong Zi'."