Dao Of The Salted Fish (Salted Fish Cultivator)

42. Two master cultivators, walking down the street...

Wen Zhihao opened the ring box, and lo and behold, inside there was an elegant spatial storage ring.

Sun Fuyu said, “Your spatial storage was getting full. Wen-ge bought me a spatial storage ring, so I bought you one too.”

Wen Zhihao’s eyes curved into pleased arcs. He immediately put the ring on. “Thank you very much, Xiao Yu.”

Wen Zhihao vaguely recognised the ring model from the last time he visited the Equipment Hall looking at spatial storage devices: while this ring wasn’t the top-most expensive ring, it still cost a lot of spiritual stones.

Yet, rather than buying himself a better sword, Sun Fuyu bought Wen Zhihao this ring.

With this, Wen Zhihao could hoard so much more things! It couldn’t grow plants inside it, but he preferred growing them by the kitchen anyway where there were other people who could do most of the work help.

It didn’t feel enough to just say thank you.

It wasn’t just the spatial ring, but also the fact that Sun Fuyu took him to dinner, to a place that Sun Fuyu had felt uneasy about a few months ago. That Sun Fuyu even took the entire day off from cultivating just for him.

Wen Zhihao tucked the gift box away and beckoned Sun Fuyu closer.

Sun Fuyu took a step forward, brows wrinkled in confusion. His eyes widened when Wen-ge’s arms enclosed him in a tight hug.

Sun Fuyu’s heart began to race as his eyes grew sour.

“Thank you so much, Xiao Yu. This year has been...literally the best year in my memory...Hug me back, Xiao Yu.”

Sun Fuyu lowered his head in embarrassment and raised his arms to hug Wen Zhihao back.

Wen-ge was solid and warm. They were so close that their qi fused slightly.

A feeling of joy and excitement filled Sun Fuyu. Then...this means that Wen-ge accepts my feelings! He’s hugging me, so he must feel the same!

It was such a good feeling that Sun Fuyu didn’t want to let go. Instead, he nuzzled his head into Wen Zhihao’s shoulder.

The coquettish action pinched Wen Zhihao’s heart. It was a feeling that Wen Zhihao had never felt before, but it made him want to hold Sun Fuyu tighter, and pet Sun Fuyu’s hair and...

Across the street a distance away, Wen Zhihao heard a couple noisily declaring their love in front of some disbelieving relatives.

Something jolted in Wen Zhihao’s chest.

Wen Zhihao had vaguely admired all the beautiful and handsome men around the sect, but there hadn’t been any movement. He would simply recognise the aesthetic beauty.

This was the same back when he was on 21st-century earth, for the most part. He had only felt enough to know that he was probably gay, but he had never enjoyed (or suffered) a high school or university romance.

But it struck him now that...Sun Fuyu wasn’t just cute and adorable and hardworking. He was also attractive. And that Wen Zhihao was attracted to him.
Wen Zhihao could feel the power and strength of Sun Fuyu’s body. He could also feel his softness and warmth.

Suddenly, this hug didn’t feel as innocent as Wen Zhihao had intended. But Sun Fuyu was hugging him so earnestly that he didn’t want to let go either and have Sun Fuyu mistakenly think that Wen Zhihao disliked him.

Chatter from the mortals nearby broke both of their reveries. Wen Zhihao pulled back first. Seeing Sun Fuyu's confusion from the broken hug, Wen Zhihao’s fingers itched and he couldn’t help but pinch Sun Fuyu’s cheek.