Recently, there were 3 things constantly in Yixing’s mind: 1) what was going on in the dish-washing machines, 2) what do cats see when they stare at a wall, 3) whose notebook he was currently reading. The last question was of the most importance. ForewordSo its me again with another lame xingdae fic. I know my writing is a mess and mostly a word-vomit but Im trying my best here. I really want to continue this so as soon as I have time Id write a second chapter, for now Ill tag it as completed. I have to write a date and a kiss, or else Id be stuck in this hell ( this is my second fic where they just start spending time together, but nothing happens, why am i like this).Also Yixing is totally the type to name his pens dont even question it. word count: 3kIf you notice any grammar mistakes, feel free to let me know.Update: I have no self control and wrote the last chapter today. Hope youll like it.also check out my other stuff i guess--- my fics