I like you

"Maimai, say it again?" Kong Lingyu almost fell to the ground again. He looked at Fang Huai's back in astonishment and said in disbelief.

"I would like to see a doctor."

Fang Huai looked back at Kong Lingyu, who was sitting on the ground in a daze. He turned his head away awkwardly, then staggered to his feet, his body swaying.

Kong Lingyu subconsciously reached out to help Fang Huai, but Fang Huai grabbed the corner of the table and looked away, "Nothing."

"you......"

Fang Huai didn't know where to look, and they fell into silence again.

Fang Huai was panicking, but Kong Lingyu's mouth curled up wildly. He wanted to jump up and hug Fang Huai in his arms, but when he saw Fang Huai's hesitation and confusion, he suppressed his impulse.

He stood up and coaxed Fang Huai good-naturedly: "Well, let's go see the doctor tomorrow."

Fang Huai frowned slightly and pursed his lips, wanting to regret it, but Kong Lingyu seemed to have seen through his thoughts long ago. He suppressed his smile, held his hand against his lips, and said in a coaxing tone: "Then - Mai Mai, we keep our word."

"Keep your word."

Fang Huai swallowed the regret that almost slipped out of his mouth and said sullenly, "Hmm."

Kong Lingyu stood up and walked towards Fang Huai step by step. He was wearing the same slippers that he had carefully selected as Fang Huai. He walked lightly and the slippers made no sound when they stepped on the floor.

He came close to Fang Huai, leaned over and looked at Fang Huai from below. Fang Huai was startled by his action.

"Is it a deal?"

Kong Lingyu stretched out his hand, bent his four fingers, and made the gesture they had agreed upon as children. Fang Huai stared at his movements in a daze.

The fingers hanging by his side moved, and Fang Huai's fingers involuntarily curled up, raised and lowered. Kong Lingyu kept looking up at Fang Huai from bottom to top. Fang Huai accidentally made eye contact with him, and he saw that Kong Lingyu's eyes were all about him.

Fang Huai raised his hand for some unknown reason, but when he realized what he had done, he quickly tried to put it down.

"Got you."

Kong Lingyu grabbed Fang Huai's hand with his hot hand, gently held his palm, and his eyes and mouth corners slightly raised.

The little finger was gently hooked up, and Kong Lingyu's pinky finger gently placed on Fang Huai's pinky finger, shaking it childishly. At this time, the cold facial features became soft with a sincere smile and rare tenderness, and the corners of his eyes raised with joy, "Maimai, it's a deal."

Fang Huai curled his fingers, hooked Kong Lingyu's pinky finger, and said softly, "It's a deal."

Fang Huai is a man who keeps his promises, and Kong Lingyu is a man of strong action.

Kong Lingyu hired a special team of psychologists to counsel Fang Huai. At first, Fang Huai was a little resistant, but when he saw Kong Lingyu outside the door with worry and heartache on his face, he suddenly felt strange in his heart. He let go of his resistance and patiently cooperated with the doctor for counseling.

They spent a month understanding Fang Huai's true thoughts and inner thoughts.

Fang Huai can chat with the psychologist normally like a friend, and will slowly reveal his inner thoughts.

After the final consultation, the doctor left Fang Huai with a question: "Fang Huai, where is the line between love and punishment in your heart?"

"Don't worry, you can think about it slowly. There is no fixed answer to this question." The psychologist smiled gently and then prepared to leave.

When the door opened, Kong Lingyu stumbled in. The doctor said helplessly, "Mr. Kong, you should avoid it at this time."

Kong Lingyu was still wearing his childish apron. His first move was to observe Fang Huai's attitude. Seeing Fang Huai looking at him with amusement, he smiled back and said, "I wasn't eavesdropping. I made some soup for you to try."

"Tan Cheng said it tastes pretty good."

When everyone present heard that Kong Lingyu was making the soup himself, they gasped. The doctor adjusted his glasses and winked at his assistant, and they immediately packed up and left.

I had the opportunity to try Kong Lingyu's cooking before, and the taste was... hard to describe, but this guy never gave up. Maybe he knew that the food he cooked was not tasty and never wanted Fang Huai to eat it, so he specifically asked outsiders to be food tasters.

The outsiders were this group of doctors and Kong Lingyu's good brother Tan Cheng. The food Kong Lingyu cooked tasted very strange. Although it would not kill people, after eating it, people would feel that it would be better to die.

The medical team broke out in cold sweats when they heard Kong Lingyu was cooking, and Tan Cheng wished he could go on a business trip immediately.

"I really don't understand how Fang Huai managed to eat what you made..." Tan Cheng clutched his stomach, "Food?"

Tan Cheng originally wanted to say dark cuisine but was afraid of hurting his good friend's self-esteem. He paused and went against his conscience, calling the strangely colored chicken soup in front of him food.

"Drink more."

Kong Lingyu glanced at Tan Cheng with a smile, and served the nutritious chicken soup to Fang Huai, "Maimai, drink more."

Fang Huai looked at the clear chicken soup in front of him, then at the unknown soup in front of Tan Cheng and the complicated expression on his face. He said hesitantly, "Do you want to try it?"

"No need." Tan Cheng waved his hands repeatedly. He really couldn't eat anything now. The smell of the dark cuisine made by Kong Lingyu lingered for a long time, and he had no appetite at all.

Kong Lingyu didn't even glance at Tan Cheng. He sat next to Fang Huai and watched him eat with a smile. After being together for so long, Fang Huai had long been accustomed to some of this guy's behavior. He ate slowly, occasionally distracted by Tan Cheng's description of the taste of Kong Lingyu's cooking.

"I always cook according to the exact weight, but for some reason it tastes weird."

Seeing Fang Huai was interested in this matter, Kong Lingyu shrugged helplessly. He really had no choice.

He even found a special nutritionist to provide one-on-one guidance and made sure to strictly follow the ratio and even the heat was correct, but the food always tasted weird. Of course, he couldn't tell the difference. This was the evaluation of Tan Cheng and others.

"Yeah, I think it's okay."

Fang Huai couldn't help but smile when he saw Kong Lingyu looking disappointed and lowering his head.

Kong Lingyu immediately raised his head and looked at him with shining eyes.

Fang Huai smiled and watched Tan Cheng mumbling beside him and Kong Lingyu picking up food for him. For a moment, he felt that this home was very full.

This house is full of traces of life. There are always fresh flowers on the table, a furry rug and a few teddy bears on the floor, and the robot vacuum cleaner swirls around the house and says, "Maimai, be happy today too."

There are also slippers at the entrance, extra green plants on the balcony, and the person in front of me.

There are traces of life everywhere, and traces of Kong Lingyu everywhere, as if Kong Lingyu had already filled in all the details of his life.

When Fang Huai first met the psychologist, he would always look around subconsciously. Only when he saw Kong Lingyu would he feel at ease, but his heartbeat would speed up. For a moment, he didn't understand what was going on?

The doctor saw that Fang Huai was too dependent on Kong Lingyu and suggested that Kong Lingyu take a step back and allow Fang Huai to adjust slowly.

Gradually, Fang Huai was no longer panicked and no longer felt uneasy because Kong Lingyu was not around, but his heartbeat would still speed up when he saw Kong Lingyu.

Those narrow and deep eyes are all about myself.

Is this love?

Maybe this is love.

What is the punishment then?

Fang Huai looked at his reflection in the soup. He was wearing a high-necked shirt, and the skin below his neck was tightly wrapped. The scars covered by the cloth gave him a false sense of pain from time to time. Was this a punishment?

He has worked in the burn department for so many years, and he clearly has many ways to remove these ugly scars and even overcome those false hidden pains. He knows where the root of the disease lies, but he is unwilling to face it and unwilling to turn the page.

This is Fang Huai's punishment.

Punishment for yourself.

He had spent the past twenty years repeatedly and clumsily begging for love, trying to get it, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

The hideous burn scars on his back are the punishment Fang Huai forced himself to forget love and no longer expect love, and they are also a warning to himself about deceiving himself.

"Kong Lingyu."

Fang Huai looked at Kong Lingyu who was reinstalling the program for the sweeping robot, sat on the sofa with his knees hugged and called his name in a low voice.

Kong Lingyu looked up and put the robot vacuum cleaner on the ground, "I'm here."

[Umaru-chan is here too, Maimai should be happy today.]

The robot's and the man's voices sounded at the same time. Fang Huai smiled from the heart, and his brows, which were always frowning with melancholy, relaxed and relieved.

Fang Huai waved to the robot vacuum cleaner, and Komari immediately moved to his feet and gently touched his ankle. [Komari is here!]

【What's wrong with Maimai? 】

"I know the answer." Fang Huai bent down and touched Komari's completely new shell. His slender fingertips tapped lightly on the robot's shell, and his index finger slowly pressed on Komari's fingerprint authentication. The fingerprint was confirmed to be correct, and the robot's small electronic eyes immediately flashed with pink hearts.

【I like Maimai! 】

【I like Maimai so much! 】

The next day, Fang Huai found a low-necked shirt from the depths of the closet.

He took a deep breath, put on the clothes and walked out of the room. Without the protection, he always felt a chill on his neck, and he also had the illusion that the scar was rubbing against the fabric.

Kong Lingyu was not on the balcony, and Xiao Mai was not hanging around in the living room. The house was very quiet.

Fang Huai looked around but didn't see Kong Lingyu. He nervously straightened his collar, pushed the door open and walked out.

The humid air of the early morning blew in Fang Huai's face. He squinted his eyes and suddenly there was a bouquet of flowers in front of him. Before he could see the bouquet clearly, the familiar scent of locust flowers lingered at his nose.

"Looking for me again?"

The bouquet of flowers was removed, revealing a cold and handsome face. His hair was pulled back to reveal his strong brow bones. There was a hint of ruffianism between his eyebrows. His eyebrows were slightly raised and his thin lips were upturned. His originally cold temperament softened instantly when he met Fang Huai.

The gentleness and pampering that become contradictory.

Kong Lingyu asked knowingly, "Maimai, are you looking for me?"

Even though Fang Huai's thoughts were exposed, he still refused to admit it: "No."

Although he said so, his red ears had already betrayed his owner.

Seeing that his trick failed, Kong Lingyu shrugged and handed the flowers to Fang Huai: "This is the last bouquet of locust flowers this year, but I swear: I will give flowers to you every season in the future."

Tonight is the night Fang Huai has received the most locust flowers. The locust flowers should have disappeared by now, but I don’t know how Kong Lingyu managed to keep the locust flowers with him for so long.

"Kong Lingyu." Fang Huai looked up, the morning breeze blew away the loose hair on his forehead, revealing a face with superior bone structure. His delicate and attractive facial features made people think of blooming locust flowers. The slightly blunt corners of his eyes weakened the cold feeling on his body, and the light brown pupils added a bit of gentleness.

The contradiction between youthfulness and maturity is so eye-catching, especially when Fang Huai looks at Kong Lingyu seriously and calls his name word by word - Kong Lingyu wishes he could hide him like a treasure.

The two shouted each other's names at the same time, but the last sentence was completely different.

"Kong Lingyu, thank you."

"Fang Huai, I like you."