"Do you like me?" he asked cautiously.
Yan Huailiu was silent for a long time, so long that when Gu Xingyun thought he would not answer, his eyes suddenly turned red.
"I can't like it."
Gu Xingyun's eyes widened, and he moved forward on his knees, his voice becoming softer.
"Master, do you not like it, or can you not like it?"
The two of them got close, and Yan Huailiu reached out and hugged him, using almost all his strength to hug him.
Drunk people tend to look for things that can make them feel safe.
He hates anything that affects his emotions, hates a world that is too noisy, and hates people who are full of malice.
But I will want to use all my strength to embrace the people whom I have planned into my private sphere.
For so many years, there has only been one Gu Xingyun.
From the initial fear, helplessness, numb response, and false acting, to being touched, cared for, worried, accustomed, emotional, and restrained again and again in the daily interactions.
Even after being beaten and scolded, he still rushes to show care and companionship day after day, and even after being rejected countless times, he still stubbornly expresses his love.
He would always stand in front of me, and even with his weak cultivation, he would still protect me.
It was impossible for him not to be moved.
How could he not be moved by such a sincere and passionate love, a love he had never received before?
"Master, you like me, right?"
The voice that came from his ear forcibly pulled back the last bit of rationality that Yan Huailiu had.
The pious title pierced his chest like a sharp blade, leaving bloody holes.
Yan Huailiu hugged him tightly, then slowly loosened his grip. His mind was still groggy, but he looked into Gu Xingyun's eyes and replied, "I don't like you."
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