Chapter 15
It was clearly a question, but when it came out of Wu Tong's mouth it was an affirmation. Xiao Yuncheng sighed and looked into Wu Tong's eyes as if he had mustered up a lot of courage: "Yes, I like you."
"Why?" Wu Tong's smile deepened. "I want to know."
Xiao Yuncheng clasped his fingers nervously together, and spoke after a long while: "...Actually, I'm not sure when I fell in love with you. Maybe it was when we first met, or maybe it was every minute and every second you were by my side. Any of these are possible."
Xiao Yuncheng seemed to be afraid that Wu Tong would think that he was just impulsive, so he explained, "There are many things about you that attract me. You have such a strong personality, how could I not like you?" Xiao Yuncheng smiled and shook his head, as if he felt helpless about his own incoherent explanation: "I just like you, I like you very much."
Xiao Yuncheng has never liked anyone since he was a child. Even when a girl confessed her love to him during adolescence, he remained indifferent. Until he met Wu Tong, he felt heartbroken because of Wu Tong's childhood. His emotions and gaze were hooked by Wu Tong's every move. Even just now, it was obviously Xiao Yuncheng who was leading him, but Xiao Yuncheng felt that it was his heart that was held in his hands.
Wu Tong listened to him carefully, leaned forward slightly and took his hand, but her eyes revealed a hint of insecurity: "Honestly, I'm very grateful that you have always helped me, and I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you have to know that people can easily lose control of their thoughts when it comes to emotions, not to mention..." Wu Tong smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness: "I won't live long either. You really don't need to waste your time and energy on me. It's not worth it, and it's too much for you."
Xiao Yuncheng was unhappy when he heard this: "What do you mean by 'too bad', Wu Tong? You can't say you're at a loss when it comes to love. I gave it to you voluntarily, and you don't need to give me anything in return. I'm willing to treat you well, and it's my decision. Why do you feel like you owe me something?"
"Because I... am not worthy of your concern for me." Wu Tong's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the moonlight reflected on them made them sparkle. Xiao Yuncheng looked very pitiful. He reached out and held the person in his arms, thinking, why did the little cat who was so confident just now suddenly start crying?
Wu Tong obediently buried her face in Xiao Yuncheng's neck. After a long while, she finally uttered a muffled voice, "Sorry, I... don't dare..."
"It's okay, it's okay, don't force yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, just think I farted in front of you." Xiao Yuncheng patted Wu Tong's back soothingly, his movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of hurting the person in his arms.
Wu Tong raised his head and met Xiao Yuncheng's eyes, which were bright and soft. He said softly, "I just feel that I am not worthy of you treating me like this, so..."
"What are you talking about? You deserve it. You deserve this. Don't belittle yourself."
"But what on earth is there about me that is worthy of your liking?" Wu Tong showed a puzzled look and frowned slightly. After all, he felt that he was just packaged cleanly and beautifully on the outside, but when it was actually torn open, it was just a tattered and defective product. No one would think that this "product" was worthy, but only Xiao Yuncheng would hold him in his palm without any care and put him in his shopping cart.
"What's the matter...you're cute." Xiao Yuncheng smiled gently. Wu Tong looked at him in confusion, as if he felt that this adjective was quite inappropriate when applied to himself.
"Look, you're cute when you talk, cute when you're angry, cute when you scold me, and cute when you're lying in my arms."
Wu Tong: “?”
"You are my reason."
Wu Tong's ears turned red at his sudden confession. He was burning with anger and buried his head in despair. Xiao Yuncheng looked at his furry head and thought it would be particularly pleasant to stroke it now. In fact, he did so. He gently rubbed Wu Tong's head and smiled helplessly: "What's the matter? Are you embarrassed by me?"
Wu Tong reached out and covered his mouth: "Shut up."
Okay, I'll just shut up manually.
Xiao Yuncheng hugged her tighter lovingly, and the air fell into silence. They could clearly hear each other's breathing and even heartbeats. The repeated beats made Wu Tong's head dizzy, as if she was drowning in Xiao Yuncheng's heart and could not escape no matter what, as if she was suffocating.
Wu Tong forced himself to calm down. He took several deep breaths before raising his head again. However, his tone was no longer as steady as it was at the beginning. "...Can you let me think about it for a few days?"
But he was worried that he would seem like a scumbag, keeping her hanging, so he added in a low voice: "I won't keep you too long, at least I won't let your waiting be in vain."
"Okay, I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes." Xiao Yuncheng said with a smile, but Wu Tong's expression became serious: "It can't be any longer, otherwise..."
He didn't continue, but they all knew what he meant. Wu Tong was suffering from severe stomach cancer, and Xiao Yuncheng liked him. Even if they were together, they had to face reality.
Xiao Yuncheng patted his head, as if to silently comfort him, and said softly, "Go to sleep, you are too tired today."
Wu Tong obediently crawled out of his arms. Xiao Yuncheng had messed up her hair, making it look like a small tuft of silly hair, which looked extremely cute.
"I'll go clean up your bedroom."
Wu Tong then came back to his senses and looked at Xiao Yuncheng's home. Xiao Yuncheng's family was also very wealthy, which could be seen from the decoration of the house: smooth floor tiles, soft leather sofas, a large-screen TV embedded in the wall, and even the coffee table was made of solid wood. Although his house did not have overly eye-catching decorations, the calm and orderly layout made the whole house full of security.
Wu Tong walked into the bathroom and stared at the mirror on the sink. He felt very strange. He was indeed good-looking. At least since he was a child, he had heard countless compliments like "pretty" and "good-looking". But he still didn't know why Xiao Yuncheng liked him so much. Even Wu Tong himself felt that he was nothing special. He was not as gentle as other good-looking people, nor did he have their interesting personalities. He smiled self-deprecatingly and turned on the shower.
Wu Tong emerged, steaming hot, and walked into the room next to Xiao Yuncheng's, gently closing the door. He sat on the bed, his sleepiness still seemingly fading, now somewhat awake. He glanced around and spotted a pen and paper on the desk—since he had nothing else to do, he decided to sit down and draw.
Time passed by minute by minute. Wu Tong was painting seriously and was thinking about how to draw the shadows when there was a knock on the door. Then Xiao Yuncheng stood at the door and said shamelessly: "I want to sleep with you."
Wu Tong: "No, how old are you?"
"Three years old."
“······”
Wu Tong rolled his eyes speechlessly, then started to tease him again. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me daddy and I'll sleep with you."
Xiao Yuncheng: "...I still have to save face."
But Xiao Yuncheng would not give up so easily. He insisted, "I'm cold."
Wu Tong: "? It's 30 degrees today."
"I have a cold body."
"Cover yourself with the quilt."
"I'll have nightmares if you don't promise me."
“······” Wu Tong really had no idea what to do.
Xiao Yuncheng was still begging Wu Tong shamelessly: "Sleep with me, please..."
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, stop making noise!" Wu Tong said coldly, holding his forehead.
Xiao Yuncheng rushed into the room with a playful smile and threw himself on the bed. He turned his head and saw the painting on the desk. "Were you drawing just now?"
"Hmm..." Wu Tong replied vaguely, walked to the desk and sat down.
Xiao Yuncheng and Ma Shan climbed up again and came over to look at him: "What are you painting, little artist? Let me admire it."
On the paper, Wu Tong drew a heart. It was tattered and even had gray-black liquid flowing out of the wound - that was Wu Tong's dark childhood.
But if you look closely, you will find that the heart is beginning to be filled up. The place where the wound should have been is now patched. The delicate needle and thread have filled the gap in the heart tightly. It seems as if a warmth is placed on this patch and blends into the heart, draining the sewage and filling it up.
Xiao Yuncheng's heart felt like it was gently tickled, itchy yet comfortable. He looked at Wu Tong, only to see Wu Tong also looking at him, eyes full of smiles: "Thank you."
Xiao Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly avoided his sight. He smiled helplessly, urged Wu Tong to go to sleep, and then dove into the quilt. No matter how Wu Tong tried to pull it out, he couldn't get out. Wu Tong said with a smile: "What are you doing? You are shy because of a painting? Didn't you laugh at me before? Get up, hahaha."
Xiao Yuncheng grabbed Wu Tong and forced him to lie down on the bed. He tucked the quilt for him but still didn't show his face, which made Wu Tong laugh for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help it. He raised his head and looked at Wu Tong fiercely: "Stop laughing, okay..." Then he couldn't help laughing before he finished the last word "OK".
"Hahahahaha... This isn't true. Ouch, my stomach hurts!"
Xiao Yuncheng wanted to stop him from laughing, but he couldn't help it. The two of them laughed on the bed for a long time before Kankan finally stopped.
Wu Tong stopped smiling, but his eyes were still narrowed. He once again said solemnly: "Thank you."
Xiao Yuncheng smiled and hugged Wu Tong, saying, "Don't thank me, I should thank you." Wu Tong seemed to find it strange and looked up and asked him, "Why are you thanking me?"
Xiao Yuncheng looked at him. In the dim room, Wu Tong's eyes were bright. Xiao Yuncheng couldn't help but sigh that these were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
Thank you for letting me meet you, it’s like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.
"Go to sleep and don't talk." Xiao Yuncheng urged.
Just like that, the two of them slept in each other's arms, and nothing could disturb them—except Shi Qian.
"Brother!!! Don't sleep anymore, we found a clue!"
Xiao Yuncheng was so startled by the ringing of the phone early in the morning that he almost jumped out of bed. He walked out and said, "I'm going to scare myself to death..."
Shi Qian didn't take it seriously: "You never scolded me when I called you that before, so love will disappear, right? Oh, oh, oh~"
Xiao Yuncheng rolled his eyes across the phone, accusing him of disturbing others in a very dissatisfied manner: "I am hugging my beauty and enjoying a soft sleep like flying on the clouds..."
"Dreaming is more realistic." Shi Qian interrupted. Xiao Yuncheng said, "Hey!" and said, "You dare to interrupt me, don't you?"
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