Chapter 53 Silent Rejection Let the Heavy Rain Fall～～～……
Apart from the workshop, the cabin was not affected too much. Youan cleaned out the materials that could still be used and did not return to the bedroom until late at night.
Lancelot used the excuse that he was still injured and went to the guest room as he knew the way.
That night, Youan lay in bed, tracing the pattern in the corner of the ceiling seven or eight times with his eyes.
Although his body was very tired, his mind was repeating some images so clearly that it made his heart beat hard.
You An turned over and sat up helplessly, reached into You Tuan Tuan's walnut bed and rummaged around for a while, and took out the fox felt doll.
Purely handmade, high quality.
Youan stared at it for a long time and pinched it gently. The flaming fur always made people feel warm.
Youan held the little felt fox in his hand, pulled up the quilt, and after a sigh, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Because of renovations, Youan temporarily moved back to the dormitory. Many snack stalls also appeared in the commercial street outside the Kagano campus. The food tasted surprisingly bad.
As for the high renovation costs, Colin believed it was the result of his own negligence and had already paid the bill.
He has been busy tracking Yinchuan's whereabouts, but he doesn't know whether it is because the other party is too cunning or for some other reason, he always disappears without a trace after being exposed.
Despite this, Youan still felt a little embarrassed. After carrying his luggage back to the dormitory, he suggested to Lancelot, who was recuperating on the sofa, "I'll return the money to your brother after I deliver this batch of goods."
Lancelot glanced at the bill and curled his lips nonchalantly. "Ah, it's just this little money. If I had known, I would have contacted the renovation company and doubled the amount. We could have split the money..."
Upon hearing this, Youan showed an expression of disbelief. He really underestimated Lancelot's evil intentions.
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It has been drizzling for the past few days, and the increasingly damp air indicates that a new rainstorm period is approaching. Fortunately, the constant temperature system in the dormitory is running automatically, and it is warm as soon as you enter the door.
Lancelot woke up on the sofa, and the soft blanket covering him slipped off, revealing his arm that had been bandaged.
His wound was not big, but a little deep. Although Youan was not seen all day, he diligently changed his dressings every morning and evening. Unfortunately, these injuries, which should have healed quickly, did not improve.
Of course it won’t get better so quickly. After all, I haven’t enjoyed the hard-earned warmth and comfort enough.
Lancelot shook off most of the powder, bit the bandage and rewrapped it. Just as he was humming a little tune and confidently extending his recuperation period, Enzo arrived with the steaming new products from the bakery.
Seeing the other person's relaxed appearance, Enzo looked him up and down and said calmly, "I must have been infected by Quan Yi's stupid brain. For a moment, I actually believed that you couldn't avoid that explosion."
"There are certainly advantages to not being able to avoid it." Lancelot waved his injured arm.
Enzo glanced indifferently at the powder on the table and commented subjectively, "You are truly despicable."
Lancelot didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said with a smile: "If you don't use tricks to pursue love, you may not even get a ticket."
As if to confirm his conclusion, a message popped up on the computer the next second after he finished speaking.
Lancelot took a look and a smile gradually spread in his eyes.
He proudly showed Enzo the dinner invitation from Euan, then got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Look, here are the tickets.
The restaurant Youan booked is a music restaurant and bar with a good reputation. The elegant decoration of pavilions and towers creates a quiet and private atmosphere, which is very suitable for a leisurely meal with friends... or even closer people.
For someone like Youan who is usually satisfied with a bowl of sandworm noodles, it is obvious that he put a lot of thought into the selection.
This realization made Lancelot's mood throughout the night seem to be illuminated by an invisible light, and almost everyone who met him could feel the joy emanating from him.
Lancelot made a special detour to the flower shop and arrived at the restaurant in the cool evening breeze. He did not need a waiter to lead the way and soon found his date for the night sitting by the window in the corner.
The dwarf rabbit orc was leaning slightly to the side, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the water glass, staring at the courtyard lights outside the window in a daze.
Until the fresh scent of grass lingered around his nose, and a bunch of warm-toned bunny flowers gently came into his sight.
Youan was distracted for a moment, as if he had just been pulled back from distant thoughts. He raised his eyes and followed the bouquet upwards, and sure enough, he saw Lancelot sitting opposite him.
The soft light fell on his smiling eyes and brows, adding a touch of gentleness than usual.
You An took the bouquet and poked the soft flower balls with his fingers: "Thank you, they are really beautiful."
Lancelot wagged his tail and chuckled nonchalantly, "I just bought it on the way. As long as you like it."
The waiters began to serve the dishes.
Youan wasn't very good at ordering, so he just asked the waiter to recommend a few of the restaurant's specialties. Fortunately, Lancelot seemed quite satisfied, occasionally muttering a comment or two.
The meal was halfway through, and even though the two of them chatted very little today, the atmosphere was still harmonious and comfortable. Or perhaps they were both waiting for an opportunity.
Finally, Youan put down the cup: "Lancelot."
Lancelot raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"
You An has never been one to beat around the bush. He raised his eyes and bluntly asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "Do you like me a little bit?
The silver fork fell on the porcelain plate with a crisp clang.
Lancelot raised his head, and his eyes, which always contained a smile, were now like a green pool, reflecting Youan's face clearly, with complex and intense emotions surging in them.
You An felt a little uncomfortable under his direct gaze, his fingers curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was too rash?
Ah, he won’t be called Puxin Rabbit, right?
Just as Euan's thoughts began to wander, Lancelot finally spoke.
"Not a little, a lot."
Lancelot restrained his usual casual smile, and his voice was more serious than ever before, as if every word came from his heart. "Yuan, I like you very much."
Youan was stunned for a moment, the short answer kept echoing in his mind. When he saw the look of longing for an answer in the other person's eyes, the gaze was so hot that it made him panic.
His throat tightened and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Or perhaps he simply didn't know what to say. He almost avoided the scorching gaze in embarrassment and hastily turned his face to the window.
Outside, the raindrops fell on the pond, and ripples suddenly spread out, circle after circle, layer after layer. The small ripples pushed and spread each other, and finally quietly disappeared under the dark water surface, leaving only a slight dripping sound that was almost covered by the music.
Silence permeated between the two of them, deeper than the night outside the window.
At that moment, Lancelot clearly understood Euan's silence. His world stopped, and the music, lights, and even the cool rain outside the window faded into the blurred background.
The ripples outside the window spread and disappeared, just like the flame that had just ignited in his heart, which was extinguished by the silent cold water. Perhaps he was the only one who was addicted to love.
A dull pain came from my heart, which I had never experienced in the first twenty years of my smooth life.
But the expression on Lancelot's face quickly faded, as if the conversation just now had never happened.
He picked up the fallen silver fork as if nothing had happened, his voice returning to its usual calmness, even with a hint of deliberate ease: "Let's eat first, it would be a pity if the food gets cold."
Youan nodded mechanically: "Oh oh... okay, okay."
Dinner ended in a tacit silence. When we walked out of the restaurant, the rain was still falling outside, bringing a chill that penetrated into our hearts, and casting long, blurry shadows under the street lights.
The two walked one after the other, and when they reached the door of the restaurant, Lancelot stopped.
"I have something else to do," Lancelot said, looking calmly towards the other end of the street. "Quan Yi has an appointment to play cards at the club, and he's in a hurry. Should I go over first?"
You An nodded, his voice a little low: "Well, be careful on the road."
"You should go back early too." Lancelot said, without looking at Youan again, he turned around and walked into the misty rain, his steps still leisurely and relaxed.
Youan watched his figure gradually blur and finally disappear around the corner of the street.
After a moment, he let out a breath, turned around, and walked in another direction.
However, at the street corner where Youan could not see, the disappearing figure did not go far.
Lancelot leaned against the wall at the corner, his forced composure disappeared without a trace. He lowered his head, and the corners of his lips twitched very slowly, revealing a somewhat bleak smile.
It was too bad that his first love was broken like this.
At the same time, Yuan seemed to have done something wrong. He kept his head down and walked slowly towards Kagano.
He knew in his heart that Lancelot was a very good fox, exuding deep affection. All the favoritism he enjoyed in this life came from him, but he was like a cowardly coward, unable to respond to this passionate feeling.
He came to the bakery sighing, wanting to eat some sauce-flavored pancake to relieve his stress.
Ji Qiao looked him up and down, brushing off the raindrops on his head. "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Lancelot?"
Youan lowered his head and let the other party pat him, and said honestly: "He confessed to me today, but I didn't respond."
"What!"
Ji Qiao paused, surprised to digest this sudden big news, "I thought you two were together a long time ago!"
"No, no!" Youan shook his head and said disappointedly, "I haven't thought about it yet..."
Ji Qiao obviously noticed that he was upset, and while cutting the cake, he listened to Youan finish talking about what happened today.
It's really strange that one day he can become an emotional mentor.
"My experience is very similar to yours, but that doesn't mean I can empathize with you. Everything depends on your own decision, so this is just a suggestion. Um... Anyway, I hope you never give up your right to happiness."
Ji Qiao shrugged, picked up a piece of sauce-flavored pancake with a bamboo skewer and stuffed it into his mouth. "If he makes you happy."
You An chewed the biscuit in his mouth and said, "So this is why you chose to be with the Earl?"
"Me?" Ji Qiao touched his chin and thought for a moment, then waved his hand. "Maybe. Anyway, we got married without thinking."
You An obviously disagreed with him and smiled with his eyes curved: "You are not a casual person."
"Oh, of course. I will choose my other half carefully. Although Mayfield has a bad mouth, he is handsome, rich, and has a great body. Anyway, I won't suffer any loss."
Ji Qiao was completely lost in memories. Acting like a seasoned veteran, he spoke candidly about his emotional experiences. "Although our relationship journey was different from the gradual progression of ordinary couples, but... when my mind is full of this person, it means I have to admit defeat."
You An looked thoughtful, but when his eyes fell on the back of Ji Qiao, he couldn't help but pause.
Ji Qiao noticed his strangeness, turned his head in the direction he was looking, and suddenly showed an expression of shame and collapse.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I hope I haven't disturbed your tea party."
Mayfield leaned against the door frame, his perfect and delicate profile half hidden in the dim light. A calm voice came from the doorway, "Although it's almost time for the Kagano school gate to close."
You An quickly packed up the uneaten biscuits on the table, stood up and announced, "I'm going back to the dormitory!"
Having said that, he left in a hurry.
After the dwarf rabbit orc stepped out of the shop, there was only silence in the room until Ji Qiao couldn't help but move his lips.
Ji Qiao's face was ashen: "When did you come?"
Mayfield raised his eyelids and said lightly, "It started with that silly promise to marry me."
Ji Qiao closed his eyes: "..."
"You should be glad I didn't just turn around and leave in anger."
Mayfield seemed oblivious to the other's embarrassment. He walked over, gently pinched the young man's chin, and said in a low voice with a hint of a malicious smile, "If you hadn't heard the affectionate confession that followed, I would have fucked your ass tonight."
Ji Qiao's face turned red and then white, and he cursed: "Vulgar."
Mayfield lowered his head and bit the other man's lips: "This is fun, sir."
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After Youan returned home, he had finished his cakes and delivered all the orders. He paced back and forth in the living room with nothing to do until there was a knock on the door, interrupting his confused thoughts.
Oh, it should be Lancelot who is back.
Youan quickly walked to the door and opened it. The unexpected scene made him open his eyes wide.
Standing outside the door were Enzo and Quan Yi, with the drunken Red Fox lying between them.
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