Collection 2

Chapter 22

　　After all, this is how they got along before, they only talked about good feelings but not love, they were just a pair of partners.

　　Lin Qingshan didn't believe Wen Shaozheng's words. He was a little at a loss and repeated again: "I'm serious."

　　"Ok, I know."

　　"...You weren't listening to what I said, were you?" Wen Shaozheng became more and more panicked, "I'm serious."

　　"Compared to this, it's almost time to eat."

　　Lin Qingshan's voice was so low that Wen Shaozheng felt his chest tighten when he heard it. Just when Lin Qingshan was crying, he knew what it was like to live like a year and feel like a knife. He was so willing to reach for the stars that even the tip of his heart was trembling with pain - he really couldn't bear to do it again.

　　"...Qingshan." Wen Shaozheng held Lin Qingshan's shoulders, "Listen carefully to what I say, okay?"

　　"I listened. I know you like me, and I... like you too."

　　Wen Shaozheng covered Lin Qingshan's mouth, but he opened his mouth and said nothing. Anxiety, distress, confusion, regret, and self-blame were all tangled together, stuck in the throat, and swelled until it hurt.

　　"......I like you."

　　In the end, he could only say such pale words.

　　"I like you." Wen Shao held Lin Qingshan's cheek carefully and looked straight into the depths of Lin Qingshan's eyes, "I like you."

　　"..." Lin Qingshan wanted to look away, but Wen Shaozheng held him firmly in place.

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　At such a close distance, both people can clearly see the emotions contained in each other's eyes.

　　In the quiet room, only the breathing sounds of two people could be heard one after another, which seemed to be scattered and intertwined.

　　The atmosphere changed subtly.

　　Wen Shaozheng took a deep breath and suddenly raised his voice: "Lin Qingshan!"

　　Lin Qingshan was startled by Wen Shaozheng's rare tone. Wen Shaozheng turned to hold Lin Qingshan's shoulders and pinned Lin Qingshan's body with his eyes as if they were real.

　　Lin Qingshan's silent courage and overwhelming momentum made her subconsciously answer: "What, what's wrong...?"

　　"I like you, I like you very much."

　　——It's almost like a primary school student's confession.

　　But this kind of confession was so honest, straightforward, and simple that it caught people off guard with its enthusiasm. Suddenly there were two red-faced steam engines, two freshly picked apples, and two shy rabbits in the room.

　　But Wen Shaozheng's offensive had just begun. He grabbed Lin Qingshan's hand and pressed it on his chest. Wen Shaozheng stood stiffly, as straight as a soldier in the army who was called out to line up, but his heart was like a runaway wild horse, rumbling like a drum.

　　"When you laugh, when you are troubled, when you are serious, when you are close to me, when you touch me, when you are so comfortable that you cry, this place will be like this, out of my control. You feel Got it?"

　　"Ah..." Lin Qingshan blinked non-stop, not knowing how to answer at all, her arms were so hot that they became weak and limp, "...Hmm."

　　Wen Shaozheng thought that Lin Qingshan still didn't fully believe it. In fact, Lin Qingshan was just knocked unconscious by a series of attacks.