After sending the message, unless Lin Xiaowei happened to be online, he would not get a reply anytime soon. Li Yao had originally planned to log out of QQ Account after sending it and study some Constructology.
But before Li Yao could do so, Lin Xiaowei replied: "I don't like Moutai. Bury a jar of Daughter Red instead."
Daughter Red? Li Yao's train of thought briefly short-circuited, and he suddenly recalled: Daughter Red was a wine that wealthy ancient families brewed when they had a daughter. The glutinous rice from three mu of fields was made into three jars of Daughter Red, carefully sealed and buried beneath the Osmanthus Tree in the backyard, like a father's love deeply hidden away... Li Yao felt greatly comforted. This girl wanted him to bury a jar of Daughter Red for her. Did she want to call him Dad? He savored the thought happily, but quickly came to his senses...
Fuck!
Luckily, he had not casually sent that thought along with his message.
Otherwise, he would have earned his lifelong singleness through sheer ability!
Still, the sudden ambiguous message made him uneasy. Li Yao was a complete newbie when it came to romance.
What could he do? Li Yao pursed his lips and replied, "Sure, as you wish."
Lin Xiaowei: "Then it's settled!"
It was clear that Lin Xiaowei seemed rather happy.
Li Yao felt a little conflicted... How had things turned out like this? Or was he overthinking it? Forget it.
None of that mattered.
Some things were better left hazy like this.
If they actually laid it all out, and it was... then that would be tragic. Dating across two worlds—what even was that? The longest long-distance relationship in history?
And if it was not... then it would be awkward enough to