Chapter 33 As soon as he stepped outside, a gust of wind blew, and he…

As soon as he stepped outside, the wind blew away the little bit of alcohol he had left. Perhaps it was because people's emotions tend to fluctuate greatly at night, but after the brief moment of happiness, Liu Duanhe felt endless loneliness.

He has no family or friends to share his emotions with. His grandfather is unwell and asleep right now, so he can't ask his grandfather to share his feelings. His father and mother only coldly criticize and suppress him, and most of his friends are just superficial acquaintances based on self-interest.

Liu Duanhe was already very, very tired, and no longer had the strength to laugh.

The smile on his lips slowly faded as he looked up at the swirling snowflakes, which drifted down in fluffy clumps under the colorful neon lights, pure and clean.

Liu Duan and Mingming were standing right in front of him, but Feng Xingyun felt as if they were about to dissipate before his eyes, as fragile as shattered glass, oppressive and cold.

Feng Xingyun's heart skipped a beat, and he silently took a step forward, getting close to him from behind.

"what's on your mind?"

Liu Duanhe glanced at him sideways, stepped out of his aura, and continued to be lost in thought.

At this moment, all the chaotic turmoil in Feng Xingyun's mind seemed to disappear, leaving only him, only his calm and undisturbed eyes.

It makes him want to hug him, comfort him, and warm his body.

Feng Xingyun felt dizzy again, as if he were drunk, but he wasn't drunk at all tonight.

Liu Duanhe seemed to sense his burning gaze, and tilted her head in confusion, only to be suddenly pulled into someone's arms.

His numb body trembled with a sudden sense of comfort in the cold wind, and his surprised gaze was caught by Feng Xingyun's eyes.

He was the only one inside; the noise of traffic and the lights were fading away.

Feng Xingyun held him tightly, not allowing him to escape, and tenderly stroked his hair that had fallen to his shoulders, pouring out the emotions that had been building up for days, "Liu Duanhe, I like you, will you be my boyfriend?"

When he said those words, his heart felt like it was being violently gripped and squeezed, making it difficult to breathe, and time seemed to stretch out in that one second of waiting.

Liu Duanhe snapped out of his daze and said in surprise, "Haven't I been your boyfriend for a long time?"

This is a genuine question, without a trace of probing or teasing.

But the moment Feng Xingyun received this reply, he was overwhelmed with joy and drowned in the sea of ​​love.

He gripped Liu Duanhe's waist tightly, pulling her into his arms. His face was filled with joy. Even the coldest person would find it hard to remain cold after receiving a response from their beloved. His deep voice trembled as he whispered in Liu Duanhe's ear, "That's wonderful, that's wonderful."

Liu Duanhe sensed something amiss with his words, and his doubts grew. The suspicions he had been harboring suddenly intensified, making him completely unable to tolerate it.

He pulled his hand away from between the two of them and pressed it against Feng Xingyun's chest, wanting to create some distance before talking. His slender, white fingers rested on Feng Xingyun's light blue down jacket, as delicate as if carved from ice jade, exuding a sensual allure.

Feng Xingyun was also drawn to his movements, her gaze falling on his hands, and she inexplicably imagined what it would be like to see such beautiful hands gripping the bedsheets.

His deep gaze completely concealed his initial joy. He moved one hand that was around Liu Duanhe's narrow waist upwards, cupping his neck, and slowly lowered his head.

Liu Duanhe opened his eyes wide, and his phoenix eyes, which were upturned at the corners, became round and cat-like. His originally cold appearance became cute because of his slightly panicked expression.

He struggled to pull one hand out and cover Feng Xingyun's approaching lips. Feng Xingyun kissed him lightly a few times without caring. The soft feeling made Liu Duan's skin crawl, and his ears turned as red as blood jade.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but he pulled it down with the hand on her waist, and they intertwined in her palm.

He blushed with shame. He had just taken Feng Xingyun's hand, but the feeling now was completely different; his heart clenched and trembled.

Fortunately, Feng Xingyun was reckless and inexperienced, and the first collision caused their noses to bump together.

The pain made Liu Duan and Gao's nose tingle, and her eyes instantly filled with a physiological mist, making her pupils look like crystal in spring water, crystal clear and beautiful.

His handsome face, so striking it resembled a 3D model, was marred by a slight furrowing of his long eyebrows, a heartbreaking expression.

He said urgently, "Wait, we can't kiss."

They hadn't even figured out what Feng Xingyun meant by that, so how could they continue like this without understanding the situation?

Feng Xingyun's kiss stopped on his cheek, his soft lips lightly touching him before he lifted his face, his eyes sparkling.

"Okay, let's take it one step at a time." Feng Xingyun was very satisfied. He hadn't even thought he could succeed in confessing his feelings on the first try. He had been too hasty. How could he kiss her right after confessing his feelings?

He felt a pang of regret; his haste made him seem like a disreputable scoundrel.

Liu Duanhe was completely confused by him. He gave a haphazard reply, his mind a jumble of thoughts. One moment he was thinking about that despicable detective who took money but didn't do his job—had he fallen into the sea? And why hadn't the information been sent to him yet?

One moment I'm wondering if my brain is broken, because I can't think of anything anymore.

He was about to ask Feng Xingyun what he meant by that sentence when he was interrupted by Feng Xingyun's actions, who was still not finished.

"Liu Duanhe, I like you." Feng Xingyun lowered his head and nuzzled against Liu Duanhe's neck. Liu Duanhe's ears tingled. He desperately discovered for the first time that he actually had the potential to be voice-controlled.

She couldn't let herself remain confused. With a heavy heart, Liu Duanhe pushed him away. "What do you mean by asking me to be your boyfriend?"

After being pushed away, Feng Xingyun looked up in confusion, thought for a moment, and said, "I like you, I want to be with you, and you can be my boyfriend."

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Liu Duanhe's mind, "Aren't we together?"

Feng Xingyun didn't understand. "Didn't we just get together?"

Liu Duanhe stood there, stunned. He felt he needed to calm down and carefully sort out the timeline and what exactly happened.

Noticing Liu Duanhe's expression, Feng Xingyun had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He forced a smile, wanting to interrupt Liu Duanhe's thoughts. He instinctively felt that he couldn't let Liu Duanhe continue thinking. Could it be that he was thinking of changing his mind?

"Now that we're together, let's just go public."

Liu Duanhe was taken aback. "Publicly?"

Feng Xingyun looked at him with hurt in her eyes, "Do you want us to have a secret relationship that's not clear about anything?"

He pressed his advantage, his eyes filled with melancholy, and said, "So many people like you. If we don't go public, they definitely won't give up. What will I do if you change your mind after a while?"

A cool guy who usually has a blank expression showing a lonely and sad look is a killer move; it's incredibly realistic and makes him look pitiful.

Liu Duanhe's emotions tonight were indeed fluctuating wildly, like a rollercoaster. He couldn't hide his exhaustion and softened slightly, "It seems so."

Feng Xingyun stared straight at him, took out his phone, quickly tilted his head and kissed him on the cheek, and then started snapping photos frantically with his other hand within seconds.

Liu Duanhe was shocked that he would launch a sneak attack. He quickly took a step back and said in shock, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to release these kinds of photos?"

Feng Xingyun lowered his eyes and head slightly. His deep, handsome face, which had a roguish air about it, was now looking downcast and aggrieved. He had mastered the skill of playing the victim without any instruction. "But if we don't do things like couples, other people will only think we're friends."

Liu Duanhe had no choice but to agree, "What you said makes sense."

His thin lips curled up. "Then let's post it together on WeChat Moments."

Feng Xingyun opened the photo album. Fortunately, his hand was steady, and even with such a fast movement, the photos were very clean. Most of the photos were not blurry. He picked out the one with the best composition and forwarded it to Liu Duanhe.

To prevent him from having time or opportunity to think, she said, "Let's just use 'This is my boyfriend' for the copy, okay?"

Liu Duanhe didn't actually want to go public, firstly because it contradicted his original guess that Feng Xingyun didn't want to go public. So why didn't they go public when they were together, and why are they in such a hurry now? There must be a hidden reason.

Secondly, today's events clearly show a discrepancy between his memory and Feng Xingyun's words, so there's a 99% chance his memory is faulty, likely due to the effects of his previous injury.

His head started to ache. He had been taking the medicine for more than two months, and he felt that the side effects such as dizziness had almost disappeared.

Liu Duanhe's face turned even paler. After downloading the photo, he opened his WeChat Moments but couldn't bring himself to post it.

If Feng Xingyun really had some irreconcilable problem with him, he would never accept it. Going public now would be too hasty, and keeping it a secret from only a few people was the best option.

However, his persistence alone had little effect, because Feng Xingyun had already sent it out efficiently.

Soon, before Liu Duanhe could even post, Feng Xingyun's WeChat Moments were already flooded with red dots.

Not to mention Liu Duanhe, who already had an absurdly large number of friends on the app, the messages popping up like a virus were enough for him to imagine their reactions. He figured his parents would find out soon too.

Liu Duanhe wasn't afraid of them; he simply didn't want to answer their calls and was just playing along.

Now that things have come to this, Liu Duanhe was never one to hesitate. Since he had inevitably leaned towards the other answer, he had to do his best, even if it was highly likely to be wrong, so that no one could find fault with it before things became clear.

If Feng Xingyun posts something and he doesn't, it will inevitably lead to speculation. Rather than letting them spread rumors, it's better to do it himself.

Liu Duanhe even exceeded the target for this post on WeChat Moments.

I'm in a relationship now. This is my boyfriend. Please don't confess your feelings to me anymore, it will affect our relationship. Thank you for your support, and I wish you all can find love in return.

Below is a side profile photo of them kissing.

This would not only demonstrate his seriousness about relationships and maintain his public persona, but also conveniently eliminate those fervent suitors who were affecting his life.

He turned slightly to the side, and while Feng Xingyun was still stunned, he issued a final ultimatum to that despicable detective Liang Qi.

[Liu Duanhe: If you don't see the outcome of my request when you wake up tomorrow, you won't want to know the consequences.]