Worm

Chapter 3

A noisy group of people didn't leave until nearly midnight.

Leon was tired and yawning, while Oliver ended up being the last in the crowd. Taking advantage of nobody's attention, he leaned in and whispered to Leon, "Long time no see, you're even more likable than before."

Leon almost bit down on his silver teeth, glaring fiercely at Oliver. "You're even more annoying than before."

But for Oliver, that glare was as harmless as a puppy demonstrating its teeth and claws, instead making him itch to rub against Leon and give him a kiss.

"Alright, I'm annoying. I'm leaving." Oliver distanced himself and waved, smiling brightly at Leon. "Remember what you said, whoever deletes first is the loser."

Leon held his breath in anger and stormed upstairs.

When Alex returned after seeing off the guests, he noticed Leon wasn't waiting in the living room and his expression turned cold. He took long strides upstairs and stood at Leon's room door, knocking. After a while with no response, he shouted, "Where did you run off to cause trouble? You smell of alcohol, and where's your car?"

Leon glanced at the door, silently put on his headphones, turned the music up to its maximum volume, and firmly implemented a policy of nonviolent noncooperation, shutting out Alex's scolding.

Suddenly, a message popped up. "Leon, I brought Oreo back, do you want to come see it?"

It was followed by a photo of Oreo happily playing with a frisbee on the grass.

With just one glance, Leon recognized the time the picture was taken. It was taken when he was still in O country, playing with Oreo in the central park. If he remembered correctly, after chasing Oreo for a lap, he took the picture and the next second...

Sure enough, another photo was sent, showing his face planted on the ground after a big fall.

"Oliver! Even though we broke up, why are you keeping these photos?!"

Leon angrily tapped the keyboard and sent the message, also attaching a few photos of Oliver sneezing and rolling his eyes.

Everyone has embarrassing photos.

"And you didn't delete them either?"

When Oliver's message came back, Leon choked for a moment.

That's right, he didn't delete Oliver's photos either. He remembered clearly when and where they were taken. He had changed phones twice, but the photos were still firmly rooted in his album.

Just like this person, occupying a place that couldn't be moved.

As he changed the song on his headphones, he heard a furious shout from outside Alex's door, "Get lost tomorrow!"

"Fine, I will!"

Leon shouted at the top of his lungs, his whole body tensed, afraid that Alex would bring an axe and chop down his door.

But after waiting for a while, there was no sound. Leon sensed something was wrong, got off the bed, and listened for any movement outside the door. Indeed, there was no sound. Leon panicked, thinking Alex might have really gone to get an axe.

Leon quickly locked the door with a click and went to the toilet to squat.

It was his habit to go to the toilet when he was upset. For this reason, his toilet was meticulously decorated, comparable to other people's living rooms. But he had a special love for the little plastic stool he bought as a child.

Now he sat on the old plastic stool, propping his chin and contemplating life, or more accurately, contemplating Oliver.

What does this person mean? Does he want to reconcile? Or is he bored with life again and wants to mess with him? But he even brought Oreo back.

Leon furrowed his brows, unable to figure it out. He didn't understand Oliver well enough back then, and now he understood even less. But one thing was clear in his heart, as long as Oliver wanted, he would be manipulated like a fool.

One, because Oliver was smarter than him, and two, because whether he liked or disliked it, he had much deeper feelings than Oliver.