Two Jin of Yellow Wine

It took more than ten years of longing and two jin of rice wine for me to finally say, “I like you.” Would you walk with me beneath the willows tomorrow? Let us grow old together beneath a shower of willow catkins. [From the internet] A mutual pining story, childhood friends series. A top with a reaction time so slow he could circle the Milky Way × a bottom who swallows every hurt without a word. I’m terrible at writing blurbs. That’s all. Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave criticism.