Chapter 68 I like you. If he's really, really good, Mom...

If he were really, really good, his mother wouldn't have abandoned him, and Xiaohe wouldn't have abandoned him either.

Before Zhu Yanhe could answer, his eyes filled with tears, which slid down his cheeks, one drop, then two. The man swallowed back the words he wanted to say, and simply rested his head on Zhu Yanhe's shoulder, whispering, "I'm only good to good kids."

In the empty, desolate park, the boy's sobs were replaced by loud wailing, tears streaming down his face. He hugged Zhu Yanhe's waist tightly, crying, "I'm no good at all, that's why they don't want me..."

Ning Buyi found an outlet, and all the bad emotions that had been building up all day burst out at once. Tears streamed down his face like a broken string of pearls, each drop falling through his black custom-made suit.

Zhu Yanhe gently patted his back to help him catch his breath. His heart was enveloped and soaked by the crying, and the salty tears seeped into his blood. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and his eyes were also contagiously red.

After meeting Ning Buyi, Zhu Yanhe seemed to melt away from his snowman-like appearance, his emotions now bound to the ups and downs of a young heart.

Only when the boy in his arms was sobbing did Zhu Yanhe raise his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and he whispered, "I want it."

Ning Buyi's eyes were fogged up with tears, and he sobbed, "I don't want you."

She added, choking back tears, "You won't always be with me."

Zhu Yanhe chuckled, cupping his face in her hands with an earnest look in her eyes that seemed genuine: "I will always be with you."

The boy stared blankly at him, tears still frozen on his face, his eyes flushed red. He reached out and pushed the boy's face away: "Zhu Yan, you're so childish. I'm not in the mood to play with you."

In his heart, only family and loved ones can stay with him forever. Zhu Yanhe is just his good brother. He will get married and leave sooner or later.

Zhu Yanhe grabbed his chin with one hand, and a slight pain came from his cheek. The man was biting him. Ning Buyi's eyes widened slightly. He was already in so much pain, and Zhu Yanhe was still making a fuss with him!

Zhu Yan gently stroked the corner of his eye and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

He thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I have no appetite."

Zhu Yanhe added, "King crab."

The boy's little head clicked, and he nodded awkwardly: "A little bit."

The twilight of autumn may not always be a sad season; at least when a young man nestles in a man's arms, the first thing he feels is not the cold.

"Why did you run away? Weren't you supposed to be attending a banquet?" Zhu Yanhe asked him casually.

"Xiao He doesn't want me anymore." Ning Buyi lowered his head and poked at the crab meat in his bowl. He didn't want to see Xiao He again; he didn't dare.

Zhu Yanhe mentally went over the words, wondering whether he should clear up the misunderstanding, but then decided against it.

It's good that Xiao He left the scene like this. At least it prevented Ning Buyi from feeling deceived. It's better for Ning Buyi to accept breaking up with Xiao He than to accept Zhu Yan and Xiao He.

He said calmly, "She's like that with everyone."

Ning Buyi pouted and glared at him: "I don't believe it." This was Ning Buyi's first time in a relationship, and he didn't know what love was like. He only knew that Xiao He was very good to him, so he liked Xiao He. He naturally assumed that Xiao He would like him as much as he liked Xiao He.

Zhu Yanhe had figured out Ning Buyi's nature of being swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force, and his hands continued moving: "She had said a long time ago that she wanted to break up with you, but she didn't say it for fear of upsetting someone."

The words had barely left his mouth when the chopsticks struck the porcelain plate with a crisp sound. The boy stared at him, his eyes glistening with tears: "Really?"

It turned out that Xiao He had been putting up with him all along. Ning Buyi sniffed, rubbed his eyes, and forced back the tears that were about to fall, while in his heart he kept saying good things about Xiao He.

Zhu Yanhe nodded noncommittally, and as if he felt that he had been too harsh, he added, "She doesn't hate you. She has her own reasons for breaking up. She also said that she hopes someone will still be doing well after she leaves."

This reason did work quite well; at least Ning Buyi picked up his chopsticks again, as if he had been given a boost: "I will definitely be alright!"

Inside the restaurant, the sound of flowing water filled the antique-style private rooms with a melodious rhythm. Ning Buyi transformed the pain of heartbreak into appetite, her cheeks bulging with food.

Zhu Yanhe watched him, propping his head up with his hand, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips. He felt a pang of regret for not having thought of this better method than the honesty sooner; it was just the right approach in Tromsø.

"Zhu Yanhe, can I come to your house today?" Ning Buyi asked while chewing, his pupils seemingly covered with a bright film. He hadn't decided where to go today.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yanhe asked calmly, seemingly lost in thought. Logically speaking, Ning Buyi wouldn't go to his house on his own initiative, so something must have happened.

Ning Buyi shook his head, feigning ignorance: "Nothing's wrong, I just want to sleep at your place."

He kept stuffing food into his mouth, trying to appear busy, unaware that Zhu Yanhe had already seen through his guilty conscience. However, Zhu Yanhe didn't intend to ask any further questions. If Ning Buyi didn't want to talk about something, he wouldn't say it even if you pried his mouth open.

"good."

"Where's that? Zhu Yanhe." The boy looked around but couldn't find the thing that would make him drunk. He tilted his head and stared at Zhu Yanhe pitifully with his big eyes.

Ning Buyi would always act coquettishly without realizing it, and what seemed like the most normal thing to him would madly stir Zhu Yanhe's heartstrings.

Zhu Yanhe's eyes crinkled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Minors can't drink alcohol."

Ning Buyi stared at him blankly, her voice still carrying a hint of grievance: "But I'm eighteen years old."

"They all drink when they're heartbroken, and I want to too, please, Zhu Yanhe." He tugged at the man's sleeve and swayed back and forth, exuding a sense of vulnerability after such a dramatic turn of events. In the past, Ning Buyi would have already resorted to his Iron Head Kung Fu.

Zhu Yanhe's throat bobbed, his voice becoming slightly hoarse: "Okay."

There was only a little wine left in the bottle, hanging from the neck. His vision was blurry, as if the sky and the earth had switched places. A figure kept swaying in front of him, but he couldn't see it clearly. The swaying made him dizzy. He reached out and touched the figure's ear: "Don't move, you're making me so dizzy!"

Zhu Yanhe was just watching quietly when his ears were covered, as if he was trying to deprive him of his hearing: "You're drunk."

The man's voice was like a calm lake. The boy couldn't hear what the person in front of him was saying. He tried to open his eyes, and the illusory figure gradually took on a shape.

Ning Buyi felt the face looked familiar, but couldn't place it. He moved closer, and the figure filled his pupils. The boy stared at the mole on the profile and spoke with a hint of surprise: "Xiao He!"

His subconscious thoughts were laid bare by himself: he still missed Xiao He very much.

Zhu Yanhe remained silent for a long time, but his brows furrowed involuntarily, and the slight "tsk" sound he made disappeared into the wind the moment he spoke.

What kind of bewitching potion did Xiaohe give him?

A slight pain shot through his face, and he frowned, then relaxed. It was Xiao He, just like Zhu Yanhe!

He let go, rummaged around on his body haphazardly, and pulled out a small, square box. Ning Buyi grinned and buried his face in "Xiao He's" chest. He quickly apologized, saying he didn't mean to.

Xiao He smiled and pulled him into her arms. His head rested on her chest. It felt so familiar and warm, like lying in bed.

He smiled foolishly and moved the small velvet box in front of her. With his other hand, he pried open the magnetic box, inside which lay two silver rings, one slightly larger and one slightly smaller.

"This is for you."

Xiao He smiled and took the box, taking out the two rings. Xiao He took his hand, feeling the cool touch wrap around his knuckles, and he looked at it with misty eyes.

Under the light, his fingers gleamed with a soft white light. "Xiao He" held his hand, and both of their hands, clasped together, wore silver rings. Ning Buyi tilted his head to look; "Xiao He's" hands were even bigger than his.

"Do you like it, Xiao He?" He took the initiative to hold the large hand next to him, the warmth of his palm making him unable to resist rubbing against the person beside him.

"I like it." The voice seemed to come from a great distance, still bubbly, but he still heard it. His cheeks flushed, and he smiled shyly. Then, as if remembering something, his lips drooped down like a puppy's ears.

Zhu Yanhe held the boy in his arms, his pupils reflecting the boy's changing expressions. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The boy spoke hesitantly, but gripped his hand even tighter: "You're a fake Xiao He. Xiao He doesn't like me."

Even if it's just an illusion, Ning Buyi still wants to indulge in it for a while. No wonder they always drink when they're heartbroken, because when they're drunk, they can still see the person they like, just like they haven't broken up.

Zhu Yanhe's eyes darkened. He grasped the boy's chin, his gaze sweeping from the boy's misty eyes to the reddened nose and the moist, pink lips. He leaned down and gently touched the corner of the boy's lips: "I like you."

Just as he was about to get up, a pair of hands wrapped around his neck, and a soft touch spread through him. Ning Buyi kept his eyes tightly closed and tried to sit up to find his lips, but his limbs were a little sore and he got tired after searching for a while.

In an instant, Zhu Yanhe changed her mind, grabbed Ning Buyi by the back of the head, and kissed him forcefully, aggressively, and possessively, biting his lower lip, her heavy breath spraying all over the boy's face.

"Mmm..." Ning Buyi could only tilt his head back and endure it. The warm breath brushed against his face and mingled with his breath, filling the room with an enchanting atmosphere, like a red rope tightly binding the two of them.

The nimble, soft tongue deliberately pried open his lips and teeth. The boy's soft lips, which had been bitten and turned red, were slightly parted, and the tip of his tender red tongue was hidden inside his mouth, sticking out a little bit.

Zhu Yanhe took a deep breath, following that tender red spot into his mouth, entwining with his soft tongue, ravaging his cavity, not letting go of any corner. Ning Buyi had never experienced such a great stimulation, he whimpered, his hands pressed against the man's chest, not as if he was refusing but as if he was supporting him.

Zhu Yanhe's offensive was fierce, one hand gripping his waist to prevent him from collapsing. The boy's cheeks grew redder and redder, and everything in his mouth was being ravaged. The combined effects of the alcohol and the surging pleasure made him unable to resist, and he couldn't help but squeeze his legs together.

"Who am I?" Zhu Yanhe gently bit his earlobe, his warm breath enveloping him, the stimulation traveling through his nerves to his brain. Ning Buyi instinctively tried to dodge, but the man held him tightly, unable to escape.

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Author's Note: Ning Buyi has a terrible alcohol tolerance; isn't he just waiting for the toasts and then acting recklessly? What a silly kid! [chin in hand]

The mini-theater [is an online chat]

Ning Buyi: Are you coming home for dinner tonight?

Zhu Yanhe: Yeah.

Ning Buyi: I want to eat barbecue, can you have cola chicken wings?

Zhu Yanhe: Is the pot burnt?

Ning Buyi: No.

Zhu Yanhe: It's like giving the chicken wings a caramelized, fragrant seal.

Ning Buyi: Hmm!