"That sounds more professional than Lu Yu," Feng Wanting said with a smile.
"I still can't compare to Dr. Lu." Pei Yang rubbed the tip of his nose against Feng Wanting's cheek, greedily breathing in his scent. He closed his eyes and painfully forced out words he didn't mean. "...If you ever meet someone else who makes your heart race, you could try starting... with a kiss."
His heart clenched, Feng Wanting pinched Pei Yang's waist in mild punishment. "What are you saying? Are you getting delirious? Are you teaching me how to sleep with someone else?"
Pei Yang wished he really were delirious. Then perhaps he wouldn't know what he was doing right now. He could escape the torment inside him, and it wouldn't hurt anymore.
But he was more lucid than anyone, every thought stabbing sharply at his nerves.
"Don't be angry." Pei Yang nestled farther into Feng Wanting's arms. "It's late. Go to sleep."
"..."
Feng Wanting wasn't about to let him off so easily. "You still haven't agreed to marry me."
"..." Pei Yang's attempt to evade the question had failed. He raised a hand to wipe the corners of his eyes. "If you want to marry me, you have to propose first."
He didn't dare promise Feng Wanting anything, nor did he dare tell him the truth. All he could do was find a way to move past this, hoping that someday Feng Wanting would understand his strange behavior tonight and the things he'd said.
"You're right..." Feng Wanting was seriously considering it. "There should be a proposal, and... a wedding ring."
As he spoke, his hand found Pei Yang's wrist. "I'll need to borrow your watch."
Pei Yang clenched his teeth, his nose suddenly stinging with the urge to cry.
Before meeting Liu Ke,