Lovers?
Hearing this unfamiliar word, Che Quan could not help arching his lovely brows slightly.
Che Quan was not good at overly direct conversations, so after a moment's thought, he gave an ambiguous answer. "Perhaps."
Jiang Cong froze at his words. For a moment, his beautiful eyes even forgot to blink as he stared straight at Che Quan.
They were mere inches apart.
Seeing Jiang Cong freeze, Che Quan thought he was disappointed, and inexplicably felt a pang of regret, as though he had said something wrong.
Maybe I should have sounded more certain?
Che Quan frowned slightly.
But before he could express it, Jiang Cong suddenly hugged him tight and buried his face in the crook of his neck. His pleasant voice trembled, turning husky as he said, "Thank you."
Jiang Cong had thought Che Quan would definitely deny it. He had never expected... that Che Quan would actually say perhaps.
For someone like Che Quan, whose likes and dislikes were so clear-cut, a simple, ambiguous "perhaps" was already the best possible answer.
With his face buried in Che Quan's neck, Jiang Cong could feel his heart racing, and even his forehead seemed a little hot.
And once again, being treated with such tender care silently melted away more of the ice-hard defenses Che Quan had built to protect himself.
After a long silence spent composing himself, Jiang Cong did not ask this time. Instead, he brushed the lightest of kisses across Che Quan's lips.
He dared not get carried away, nor did he dare push his luck too far.
Che Quan was the treasure he had won through countless hardships, the one he could least bear to lose, so Jiang Cong willingly treated him with the utmost care.
Naturally, Che Quan felt how deeply Jiang Cong cherished him.