Seven years ago, he said to him, I like... No... I love you.
Guan Yue was eating at the time and didn't take these words to heart at all. He raised the half-eaten pig's trotters in his hand and said, "Are you talking about me or the pig's trotters?"
Xie Linghui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said angrily: "Of course it's you."
"Why?"
The kiss came unexpectedly, and although the four lips only touched lightly, the burning heat made Guan Yue's heart beat faster, and he felt like he was going to be broken.
Xie Linghui licked the oil on the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Of course it's because you taste better than pig's trotters."