After turning the whole thing over in his mind, Richie felt a little dejected.
Did he really have to listen to Si Ang? He didn't want to.
He hadn't even agreed to be with Si Ang yet, but Si Ang had already taken over practically every part of his life.
His food, clothes, home, transportation-even his state of mind.
If he spent more than ten minutes in the bathroom, Si Ang would come knock on the door and ask if his stomach was upset.
Si Ang personally handled all the cooking, laundry, and cleaning at home.
He didn't pressure Richie, either. He even coaxed and pampered him every day.
Even when Richie acted spoiled, lost his temper, or teased him, Si Ang never showed the slightest trace of dislike.
In fact, the more he waited on Richie, the more enthusiastic he became.
Richie had also discovered that he couldn't beat Si Ang in a fight. Who knew how Si Ang had grown over the past few years? Not only was he taller than Richie, he was also very muscular and an excellent fighter.
Still, Si Ang had a pretty nice body: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the sort of build that looked lean in clothes but muscular without them.
His handsome face was exactly Richie's type, too. In short, Richie liked everything he saw.
Richie thought living with Si Ang in the future wouldn't be out of the question.
Getting their relationship legally recognized in China would be a little difficult, though.
Richie shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself again.
He should have known how Si Ang felt about him the first time he saw that painting as a child.
All these years, he had kept pretending not to know.
He had pretended that he and