It was a late autumn night. After evening self-study, the whole campus quieted down, and the street lamps spread soft warm halos of light.

Wen Yu walked with Song Shiyang along the quiet alley behind the teaching building. Fallen leaves swirled gently in the cool night wind. There were no other students around, only their footsteps echoing softly in the dark.

Song Shiyang had a soft and gentle temperament. His eyes looked faint and delicate. He kept his head slightly lowered, with a faint blush already tinting the tips of his ears. He had always relied on Wen Yu, liked staying by his side, and quietly harbored a secret affection deep in his heart.

When they reached the low wall at the end of the alley, Wen Yu suddenly stopped.

Taller and calm, with a quiet dominating aura, he turned around and stood firmly in front of Song Shiyang.

Song Shiyang froze, stepping back half unconsciously until his back leaned lightly against the cool wall. There was nowhere left to run. He looked up at Wen Yu, his eyelashes trembling softly. His eyes were flustered yet gentle, like a tame little creature trapped in place.

“What’s wrong?” Song Shiyang spoke in a soft, slightly hoarse voice.

Wen Yu said nothing, just stared quietly at him. His gaze fell on his reddened ears and slightly pressed lips, his long-hidden affection almost overflowing. He moved closer slowly, until their breaths intertwined, warm and light against Song Shiyang’s cheek.

Song Shiyang held his breath nervously, too shy to turn away, letting him draw near little by little.

Wen Yu raised his hand, brushing the back of his fingers gently across Song Shiyang’s blushing cheek. His touch was tender, yet carried a quiet sense of possession. He lowered his head, holding Song Shiyang’s flustered gaze, and after a moment of hesitation, softly pressed his lips against his.

At first it was light, only a brief, innocent touch, soft as the night wind brushing over their lips.

Song Shiyang stiffened at once, his whole body tense. His eyelashes dropped quickly, his heart beating wildly, his fingers trembling faintly.

He did not push him away, nor try to escape. He simply held his breath and let Wen Yu kiss him gently.

After a few seconds, Wen Yu deepened the kiss slowly. It was still tender, yet filled with quiet lingering longing. His movements were slow and soft, pouring out all the fondness he had hidden for so long.

Song Shiyang gradually relaxed, melting into the moment. He tilted his head slightly, letting himself sink into the warmth. His eyes grew hazy with a light flush, completely gentle and compliant in Wen Yu’s closeness.

The night stayed quiet, the wind soft, and fallen leaves drifted silently to the ground.

No words were spoken. Only a long, innocent kiss wove their hidden feelings quietly into the late autumn night.