Chapter 5
Lin Zhexue's sneer turned into a sneer: "What does this have to do with me?"
"It has something to do with me." Qin Yuanlan pressed his chest, "I still like you now, I have always liked only you. I will pay you back little by little what I owe you."
"Qin Yuanlan, you are a dog!"
Even though he was already very good at managing his expression, Lin Zhexue still couldn't control the trembling of his lips.
He didn't want to think about how he got through that period of time after he was caught off guard and could no longer contact Qin Yuanlan.
After he buried those vivid, warm, and heart-moving memories bit by bit with his own hands, Qin Yuanlan actually ran back and said, like?
What kind of murderous black joke is this?
Qin Yuanlan's eyes were full of expectation at this moment, but Lin Zhexue only felt exhausted.
His feelings for Qin Yuanlan, from a simple starting point to now, have become too complicated. Like and hatred fermented and entangled in his heart as time went by. He admitted that he had not let it go, and he had always been upset and held his breath.
But what kind of emotions this kind of resentment that kept churning in his heart when they were never in contact with each other gave rise to were all his own business, and he didn't need to give an answer or explain.
And when Qin Yuanlan, the object, was concretely in front of him, and clearly and truly said that he didn't hate him, but liked him, that it was a regret caused by misunderstanding, that he couldn't let go of it for a long time, and that he was unwilling to let go of his expectations, Lin Zhexue repeatedly made it clear that he and Qin Yuanlan were just familiar strangers, and that they were just "colleagues" in a cooperative project. His position couldn't help but waver a little.
They were indeed not strangers. Qin Yuanlan was not prepared to continue being a stranger.
Qin Yuanlan took on this online variety show clearly for him.
The worries that had been entangled for more than a year fell to the ground in a short moment, and for a while Lin Zhexue really couldn't bear it.
Qin Yuanlan's eyes were determined: "Little Snowball, have you ever liked me?"
Lin Zhexue moved his lips, but didn't say a word.
"Little Snowball, I like you." Qin Yuanlan looked directly at Lin Zhexue, his almost whispering voice revealed a firmness that Lin Zhexue could clearly sense, "Whether you have liked me before or not, and whether you will like me again, I want to make up for this mistake."
Qin Yuanlan took a step forward, and the shadow cast by the light completely enveloped Lin Zhexue. The tiny water light in his eyes made Lin Zhexue's heart suddenly throb.
He subconsciously took a step back and looked away: "I have never been interested in scumbags."
Qin Yuanlan lowered his head: "I... I won't do that in the future."
He took a deep breath, raised his head quickly, and locked his eyes with Lin Zhexue again: "Little Snowball, I will prove it."
"Brother? Brother!"
Chen Zhuoyu's voice, coming from far away and running fast, invaded the subtle and cramped atmosphere between the two people, followed by Chen Zhuoyu's violent cough after taking a breath of cold air.
Coughing, Chen Zhuoyu said in a staccato and laborious voice: "Brother... Single collection... Waiting for you..."
Lin Zhexue took a bottle of purified water from the table beside him and handed it to Chen Zhuoyu: "Take some time, I'll go for single collection."
