Small theater:
"Xie Ruonan..."
Meng Wei suddenly spoke, his voice low and magnetic, like the deep melody of a cello, echoing in Xie Ruonan's ears.
Before he could react, he felt Meng Wei hug his waist, and then, a warm object pressed against his lips...
Meng Wei's kiss smelled of grass and earth, and had an indescribable sweetness.
Xie Ruonan's eyes widened.
What is this?
Not only did the clay figurine you made become a sperm, but you also want to soak yourself?
Xie Ruonan's heart was broken. He had always raised Meng Wei as his son.
This cheap dad hasn't been a dad for a few days, and he's going to be upgraded to... A boyfriend?
No, this is ridiculous!
Small theater 2:
"Since you don't like me, I'll just leave." Meng Wei's voice was dull and nasal, which made Xie Ruonan feel irritable.
He grabbed Meng Wei's wrist and said angrily: "What's wrong with you! Who said I don't like you anymore?!"
Meng Wei paused in his steps, turned around suddenly, stared at Xie Ruonan with his scarlet eyes, as if he wanted to see through him, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Really? Then... Are you willing to be with me..."
"What's with you?" Xie Ruonan was so frightened by his stare that he asked angrily.
Meng Wei took a deep breath, plucked up the courage and said, "Do... Do..."
"What to do?" Xie Ruonan's heartbeat sped up inexplicably, and a bad premonition came to his mind.
"Do it..." Meng Wei's face turned red, as if he was about to bleed, "Do it..."
"Do what you want!" Xie Ruonan couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Meng Wei on the head.
"What nonsense have you been thinking about all day long?!"
"I..." Meng Wei covered his head with an aggrieved look on his face, "I just want to be with you..."
"What do you want with me?!" Xie Ruonan was so angry that she wanted to slap him again.
Meng Wei's eyes turned red instantly, tears welling up in his eyes. He choked and said, "I just want to make clay sculptures with you..."
Intention: Love yourself
