Collection 2

Chapter 11

　Mr. Lu could only say awkwardly: "Ning Yu, why don't you ask me what I like?"

　　Warmth climbed onto his cheeks, and Ning Yu asked in response: "Then what do you like?"

　　Lu Yinghuai still didn't look at him, but reached out and took his hand, interlocking their fingers carefully and seriously. The warm feeling spread from the fingertips all the way to the heart, which was already hot.

　　"I like boys." Lu Yinghuai said.

　　"...I like someone who is gentle and patient, who loves to smile, has dimples and a silkworm."

　　"1.77 meters is just right. I like children. It would be better to be a kindergarten teacher."

　　"And someone who puts more sugar in cookies."

　　...

　　Every time Lu Yinghuai said something, Ning Yu's heart beat faster, and the answer that was waiting to come out was obvious.

　　His eyes were red, tears reflected the moonlight, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, unable to say anything.

　　In the silence, Lu Yinghuai couldn't help but feel worried and anxious. Isn't this obvious enough?

　　Why hasn't Ning Yu guessed it yet?

　　He could only add awkwardly, "It would be better if it was... a boy named Ning."

　　On this mild spring night, Ning Yu finally drank the aged wine in his heart. The sourness in his mouth was replaced by endless sweetness, turning into huge waves that reached the sky, roaring in his heart.

　　He smiled with tears in his eyes

　　"Lu Yinghuai, you..."

　　Ning Yu wanted to say something, but Lu Yinghuai couldn't wait any longer and decided to reveal the answer to the mystery himself.

　　Hugging Ning Yu tightly, he whispered:

　　"Among billions of people, if it's Ning Yu, that would be the best."

Chapter 11 Ten Years

　　The sweet soup was simmering over low heat in the kitchen. Ning Yu was a little distracted and didn't pay attention to the heat. He quickly turned off the heat when he saw that the soup had become thicker.

　　He covered his hot face with his hands and began to inevitably think about last night again.

　　His sweetheart who had been secretly in love for ten years, Lu Yinghuai, who didn't seem to be very good at expressing things directly, hugged him and confessed to him last night.

　　Love, joy, emotion and the sourness of years are intertwined.

　　The chaotic and turbulent complex emotions were tumbling, completely sweeping Ning Yu away, as if he was standing in the eye of a hurricane.

　　And Lu Yinghuai's warm and dry palm gently pressed against his face and asked in his ear

　　"So, Ning Yu, can you stay with me?"

　　Even though he has recalled it countless times, Ning Yu still feels overwhelmed by those words.

　　The hand covering his face slid down to his chest. He felt his rapid heartbeat, and his chest ached with shock. This was not a dream.

　　After confirming the relationship last night, Lu Yinghuai sent him home. He was lying on the bed. After the joy, he was worried about gains and losses. Is this true? It's still a beautiful dream he spun himself.