Shi Yan rested his head on his shoulder. Bai Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally hugged him, patted his back and said softly: "It's okay."
How could it not matter.
"I understand," there was a faint aroma of wine lingering between the two of them, and the moonlight fell in Bai Yu's eyes. He lowered his eyelashes and spoke again, "So it doesn't matter."
You don't understand.
Shi Yan bit his lips and buried his head deeply in Bai Yu's neck. His eyes turned red and he almost cried.
That kind of throbbing is only felt by lovers.
So it doesn't matter that you don't understand anything and everything is impossible.
I already like you.
Captain