[The following places and characters are purely fictitious]
Love is not a logic question, there is no standard answer, and it cannot be accurately calculated.
I know you will leave - Fan Yan felt a string tightening deep in his heart. He was sober and rational:
"So I won't think about the future."
"As for you."
"Whether you like it or not, there is no need to make any promises between us."
"Just live and enjoy every day."
One of the snippets:
"Sometimes I feel like you're such a bitch." Fan Yan leaned on the armrest of the sofa and scrolled through his phone, his fingertips carelessly tracing the screen. "It's like a dog-skin plaster. You can't shake it off."
When these words came out of his mouth, it was already the highest level of acceptance - if anyone else dared to stick to him like this, he would have thrown him and his belongings out the door.
"What's wrong? Can't you please keep an eye on my people?" Gao Yutong leaned forward, put his arms on his shoulders naturally, and rubbed the top of his hair with his chin, "What if I get caught and abducted by some unsighted person, where can I find the second Fan Yan?"
"Whoever is free can abduct me." Fan Yan finally raised his eyes and gave him a standard big eye roll, "You are the only one who can stand my bad temper."
Gao Yutong stared at his cold face and asked seriously, "Do you have a temper?"
Fan Yan: "?"
He silently rolled his eyes even bigger in his mind - I didn't? Sometimes I want to slap myself twice.
"I'm afraid you've been carried away by semen." Fan Yan exposed it mercilessly, "You're just in love."
After saying it, I felt outrageous. According to Jiang Tianxi, the people Gao Yutong had played with before ate more takeaways than he did in a year, and he didn't look like someone who would fall into trouble.
There is only one conclusion that can be drawn: this guy is out of his mind.
Fan Yan nodded very firmly.
"What is this word?" Gao Yutong was stuck for two seconds, and he struggled to say it, "This is called heavy happiness, and my infinite tolerance for you."
"That's right." Fan Yan hit the bull's-eye accurately without raising his eyelids.
Gao Yutong was choked, so he simply leaned to his ear, and with the coolness of the ice cola he just drank, he gently bit his earlobe.
"Be careful not to rot the root of your tongue when you chew words."
"If you are not good at literature, you will use martial arts." Fan Yan reached out and pressed his face and pushed him away, his face expressionless, "Gao Yutong, you are a real dog."
Intention: Love yourself