At the sound of Fu Hanchuan's name, Wen Yanyu choked up, glanced at the host, then at the camera streaming live.
Remembering how the one back home kept openly and subtly trying to get on camera during his livestreams, Wen Yanyu covered his eyes and understood at once.
He hesitated for less than two seconds.
Wen Yanyu lowered his hand and nodded.
"We are living together."
"We're very close. He's irreplaceable to me, the most important person in my life." Wen Yanyu sighed, his even tone sounding as though he were stating a fact that, to him, could not have been more ordinary.
There were no taboo declarations of love that mainstream values would find unacceptable.
He simply explained how important that person was.
As though speaking of an important friend.
Or an important family member.
But the affection in his eyes, which he could not hide and made no attempt to conceal.
Stamped it unmistakably as.
A confession.
Even though his body had once been controlled into making a similar "confession," he had never imagined that one day he would willingly express his love for another man in public.
A wave of embarrassment and the relief that followed tension swept through him.
Once he finished speaking, Wen Yanyu quickly shrank back into the corner of the sofa, burying half his face toward Jiang Wanrou again.
Fu Zhiyan tilted his head slightly. Looking at Wen Yanyu curled up in a wilted heap, he could not help his lips curving.
Then, without drawing attention, he raised a finger and pressed down the black fissures trying to creep onto his palm.
[Sandwich who loves sandwiches: Okay, Brother Doesn't Love's notes are pretty sweet, but why did Bunny Baby bring so much medicine?]
[I'm dying. I feel like Wen Yanyu wanted to snatch