Is Yu Qiuchi here to ruin the mood?
[They want you to be their wife, but you want to be their mother.]
[But seriously... my father is the same way. He's rarely home, and I often suspect he might be cheating on me and my mom, and that he's abandoning us, sob sob]
Yu Qiuchi also felt that what he said just now was a bit abnormal. Mainly, the atmosphere had reached this point, and he felt it would be awkward if he didn't say something.
"Just pretend you didn't hear that... haha..." Yu Qiuchi laughed awkwardly twice, trying to get out of Song Yaozhuo's embrace.
But Song Yaozhuo pressed him back down, placing one hand on Yu Qiuchi's lean waist and the other around his back—a gesture as if he wanted to collect a treasure.
He buried his head in Yu Qiuchi's neck, his hot breath scalding Yu Qiuchi's collarbone red.
The streetlights by the bridge came on, and the willow branches on the bank cast shadows in the darkness. The pale moon hung between the glittering stars.
The loneliness was slowly burning within him. He transformed into cold mist in the darkness, searching for his own light in the world. This was his first attempt to step out of himself.
Song Yaozhuo said in a muffled tone, "Let's forget about the mother and son."
He slowly loosened his grip on Yu Qiuchi, pulling away from her embrace: "But we can be other kinds of family..."
Song Yaozhuo's earnest gaze made Yu Qiuchi feel a little uneasy. Yu Qiuchi could understand Song Yaozhuo's words, of course, but he...
"How about we become brothers?"
Before Song Yaozhuo could answer, Yu Qiuchi asked, "If we're talking about age, could you be my older brother?"
Song Yaozhuo could certainly hear Yu Qiuchi's refusal. He patted Yu Qiuchi's head. Anyway, there was plenty of time. As it seemed, none of them had a chance of succeeding, so Song Yaozhuo wasn't worried at all that someone would beat him to it.
“Okay, call me brother first.” Song Yaozhuo’s voice was clear and melodious, and when he said “brother,” his tone rose slightly, which was inexplicably tender.
Especially since he looks at you when he speaks, that's just too much.
Yu Qiuchi subconsciously blocked out the rest of the words, with only that one "brother" playing on repeat in his mind.
Yu Qiuchi felt that the hug just now might have accidentally pressed a magic switch on Song Yaozhuo, how did he become so... seductive...?
Seeing that Yu Qiuchi didn't speak and just stood there in a daze, Song Yaozhuo was a little disappointed, so he pretended that he hadn't said anything.
He wanted to take Yu Qiuchi's hand, but in the end he just grabbed the hem of Yu Qiuchi's clothes and walked forward. He was a coward.
"Let's go, the meeting point is still a while away."
Yu Qiuchi then realized what was happening, her mind still a little foggy: "Could you call out again?"
"What?" Under the moonlight, Song Yaozhuo turned around, his eyes full of confusion.
"That...that guy from earlier..."
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