The live chat erupted into screams, everyone declaring that they shipped it and that the sweetness was killing them.
Yu Xiuyuan neither looked down nor spoke. He walked on, swinging their joined hands back and forth.
Yun Chuan went along with him.
The wind suddenly picked up, tousling Yu Xiuyuan's hair.
He abruptly stopped, squinted one eye shut, and gently rubbed it with his left hand:
"The wind blew sand into my eye..."
Yun Chuan instinctively released his hand, cupped Yu Xiuyuan's face, and leaned closer. "Don't rub it. Let me see."
Yu Xiuyuan obediently tilted his face up and leaned toward Yun Chuan, then opened both his beautiful eyes and smiled at him:
"Fooled you."
They were so close that Yun Chuan could even see his own reflection in Yu Xiuyuan's pupils.
Yu Xiuyuan didn't pull away either. His gaze drifted downward, inch by inch.
From his eyes to the bridge of his nose, then from his nose to his lips.
He stared for a long time, then slowly leaned in.
Yun Chuan's breath caught. Even his heartbeat seemed to fall silent.
Watching Yu Xiuyuan's lips draw closer and closer, he lowered his eyes and was about to kiss him.
Click.
The shutter sounded clearly beside the quiet river.
Yu Xiuyuan ducked, freeing his head from Yun Chuan's hands, and glanced down at his phone screen. "This one turned out really well."
He looked up and waved the phone screen at Yun Chuan. "Look, the composition's good, the lighting's good, and your expression is especially good."
Yun Chuan stared at the screen, still not quite snapped out of that moment.
Yu Xiuyuan's words echoed in his ears: "Don't get the wrong idea. This is all for taking photos to win that feast."
He looked at the photo for two