Well, that did it.
He had been dead tired before, but now he was wide awake.
Jian Ran's eyes widened. He could not remember whether he had taken the initiative just now.
Their lips pressed together, fervent and lingering.
He also heard Lu Yanting murmuring endlessly in his ear, "If you don't refuse, that means you like me. If you like me, you should take the initiative."
"Jian Ran, do you like me?"
"Do you like... me?"
Jian Ran felt as though something had broken through the soil in his chest and rapidly grown into a towering tree.
Like him?
Probably?
Otherwise, why wasn't I put off by him being this clingy?
And... why am I even a little attached to it?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lu Yanting continued along his neck, moving farther down. "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."
Jian Ran said, "..."
Then... take it as a yes.
As he thought this, his gaze grew unfocused for a moment, then shifted to the tent. He spotted a pair of blood-red, clouded eyes staring fixedly at him through the window.
"Fuck-" Startled, Jian Ran shoved Lu Yanting away.
"What's wrong?" Lu Yanting frowned and followed his gaze, but the tent window was already empty.
"Fuck, how dare he peep on me?!" Jian Ran stood straight up and was about to charge outside.
Lu Yanting caught him. "Who? Liu Ying's father? Don't go out yet. It could be a trap."
Jian Ran calmed down at those words, but still could not suppress his anger. "If he fucking dares come again, I'll send him straight to the afterlife!"
"I won't even bother resolving anything!"
Lu Yanting's expression was not particularly pleasant either. They had been just one step away from finally making things clear,