“A stalk of foxtail grass.”
“What? Then how about, ‘I’m not a green tea!’”
Watching the man across from him remain unmoved, Duan Yuepeng wondered if his skill had stopped working. “That’s weird. Why didn’t it work? What kind of useless skill is this?”
“Mani mani hong, speak your true feelings.”
“Do you like men or women?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? What kind of answer is that? Is there someone you like?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“You.”
“...”
“Xiao Meng 808, do you have a skill that lowers affection?”
“Sorry, Master, you don’t have that skill.”
Duan Yuepeng was on the verge of tears. He never imagined that after being single for so many years, he’d end up falling for a man.
Theme: Come closer, warm me, hold me tight, make me whole.
