Seeing Feng Yiqian like this, even someone as slow on the uptake as Tao Zhiyan could tell something was wrong.
After a long silence, Tao Zhiyan asked uncertainly, "Do you like me?"
Feng Yiqian froze, then gritted his teeth and turned his head away.
There were still injuries on his face, and now he looked as though someone had bullied him.
After another long silence, Feng Yiqian suddenly spoke. "If always thinking about you counts as liking you, then I like you."
The night was quiet.
Apart from the wind, there was only his voice.
As though he had decided he had nothing left to lose, Feng Yiqian turned to look at Tao Zhiyan. "If losing sleep every night while you were gone counts as liking you, then I like you."
Tao Zhiyan clenched his fingers.
Such a frank, detailed confession left Tao Zhiyan at a loss for words.
"If being really happy when you listen to me seriously counts as liking you, then I like you."
Feng Yiqian's words came out in a jumble. Even he wasn't quite sure what he was saying.
He just felt so hot today, hot enough that he could barely breathe. His palms burned and were slick with sweat.
"I... I don't know what's wrong with me either," Feng Yiqian said. "I can't think that far ahead."
"I just know I really like you right now."
"Butler Tao, I-"
Just as he said it, Feng Yiqian saw a figure suddenly approach and pull Tao Zhiyan away.
Feng Ze scoffed, looking at Feng Yiqian. "All that talk is useless."
The next second, he turned, cupped Tao Zhiyan's face, and kissed him.
Feng Yiqian's pupils contracted as he stared at Feng Ze in disbelief.
The expo had ended, the crowds had dispersed, and even the restaurant