One afternoon...
"Why haven't you contacted me these past few days? You didn't even tell me when you were sick." An Yutang asked helplessly, stretching out his long fingers to touch Sicheng's forehead.
'————Pah', Tang Sicheng slapped Yutang's hand away. Yutang's hand was hanging in the air, not knowing whether to take it back or continue the action just now.
Looking at Yutang who was stunned, he yelled: "Should I always stay by your side?" He kept following you like a follower. Sicheng leaned weakly against the bed, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.
He looked deeply at Yutang, calmed down and said, "Senior, I like you!" From the first moment he saw you, this feeling has only increased.
Except for the hand that he slowly retracted, An Yutang's whole body was still the same.
Sicheng hid the painful expression on his face and lowered his head, leaving only a haze. The relief he felt after speaking out made him lose all the strength to support his body.
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Deep in the bamboo trees, where insects chirp, there is a slight chill from time to time, but the wind only messes with the hair.
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