Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang's heart was beating a little fast, and his ears were starting to burn, but he tried his best to act nonchalant: "Now that the little ones are asleep, we can continue talking about what happened before."

Lan Jian's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly looked up and stared directly at him. In that instant, her gaze was so intense that Xu Lingguang almost wanted to look away.

But he still tried his best to remain calm and went to meet them.

Although his ears were burning hot and his voice was a little hoarse, he still managed to say what he had been preparing for a long time:

"Is there... something you want to tell me?"

After he finished speaking, he felt embarrassed and lowered his eyes to stare at the ground.

Lan Jian stared at him blankly, remaining silent for quite a while.

Xu Lingguang wondered to himself, "Could I have guessed wrong?"

It shouldn't be.

Although he had never been in a relationship, he had seen pigs run even if he hadn't eaten pork, and he felt that he wasn't the only one who was acting strangely lately.

The intimacy between the two seemed genuine.

After all, what straight men would walk hand in hand?

But he quickly thought of the straight men's videos he'd seen online in modern times, and began to feel uncertain again.

I think should not be?

Xu Lingguang thought and thought, his expression changing repeatedly. Finally, he bit his lip hard, thinking that if Lan Jian wouldn't tell, then he would!

Anyway, he's definitely going to break the ice today; he can't hold it in any longer!

Thinking this, Xu Lingguang raised his eyes again, originally intending to look more proud and imposing, but unexpectedly met Lan Jian's eyes.

Lan Jian's gaze shifted to him without him noticing. His pale brown eyes, which he had when he was human, suddenly turned vertically, and their color became increasingly golden, just like when he was in Cheng Huang's form.

Lan Jian himself seemed oblivious. Just as Xu Lingguang was hesitating whether to ask about the change in his eyes, Lan Jian swallowed hard and finally said, "I have a lot to say to you."

His voice was unusually hoarse, like melting snow water, burning, the coldness gradually turning warm, and thus becoming unusually low and husky: "But what I want to say most is... I like you, I like you very much."

The words that had been brewing in his heart for so long could finally be uttered. Lan Jian was so nervous that he didn't even dare to blink. He stared intently at Xu Lingguang's face, waiting for his response, but his mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts.

Why didn't Xu Lingguang react?

Did I scare him?

So I really shouldn't have said it so soon.

However, Xu Lingguang had recently promised that no matter what he thought, he would not feel disgusted.

Does this mean you won't be angry with him?

But if he wasn't angry, why didn't Xu Lingguang say anything?

Lan Jian's heart pounded, and her body tensed. She unconsciously took a step forward, grabbed Xu Lingguang's hand, and said nervously, "You're the one who told me to say it."

Therefore, you should not get angry.

His hand was gripped tightly, and the pounding of his heart was transmitted through the clenched fist. Xu Lingguang's heart also began to race uncontrollably. He swallowed hard and muttered, "I didn't say I was angry, why are you so nervous?"

Lan Jian finally understood his unspoken meaning. Her golden eyes shone even brighter as she looked at him with a mixture of joy and uncertainty: "Then are you also...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Xu Lingguang quickly say, "Yes, I like you too."

Completely unexpected to hear those words, Lan Jian's pupils contracted instantly, forming thin lines, and her piercing gaze seemed to want to incinerate Xu Lingguang.

Xu Lingguang realized for the first time that this person could be so passionate; his ears turned bright red, and he tried to pull his hand away.

But when I pulled hard, I couldn't get it out.

So she looked up and glared at him.

Lan Jian's eyes remained fixed on him, staring straight ahead without blinking.

Xu Lingguang felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. He stomped his toes on the ground and, trying to make conversation, asked, "Aren't your eyes tired?"

Lan Jian shook her head, realizing he wasn't looking at her, and said, "It's not sour."

After a while, she said again, "I'm so happy."

Xu Lingguang finally looked up at him.

Lan Jian's eyes were bright; it was the first time he had ever seen such a fervent expression on that frosty face.

Xu Lingguang couldn't help but laugh along, and said softly, "I'm happy too."

After being single for so many years, I've finally found love.

Lan Jian hummed in agreement and continued to stare at the person.

In his mind, he tried hard to recall the contents of that book. Was this their way of confessing their feelings?

What should I do after confessing my feelings?

He vaguely remembered that in the book, the two people confessed their feelings and then kissed, and as they kissed, they ended up in bed...

Lan Jian's mouth was dry from thinking. They were standing in the corridor, without a bed.

But a kiss, I think... is okay?

Lan Jian's gaze then shifted to Xu Lingguang's lips.

Her two full lips, which had just been bitten hard by Xu Lingguang, were now moist and red, looking very appetizing.

I don't know what it tastes like.

The book says that lips taste sweet when kissed.

Lan Jian swallowed, and her breathing became rapid.

Xu Lingguang was unaware that her new boyfriend had been corrupted by Xiao Huangwen, and his mind was filled with many unhealthy thoughts.

He barely came to his senses, feeling that the two of them standing in the corridor staring at each other was a bit silly, and regretting that he should have found a more suitable place to talk about love before confronting each other.

It shouldn't be in the hallway, at least not.

But it's obviously too late now.

Xu Lingguang hesitated, wondering whether they should go back to their respective rooms to calm down first, or strike while the iron was hot and go out for a walk, treating it as a date.

"I think--"

"Let's not go first—"

They both spoke at the same time, then stopped simultaneously. Xu Lingguang's face burned, and his tightly clenched hand was sweating. He stammered, "What do you want to say?"

Lan Jian pursed her lips, hesitating slightly: "You go first."

Xu Lingguang said "Oh," originally intending to say "Let's go for a walk outside," but due to nervousness, he slipped up and said "Let's go to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he realized that saying such things at this time seemed like an invitation.

He choked on his saliva and coughed violently.

Lan Jian couldn't care less about the various thoughts in her mind and quickly patted his back.

It took Xu Lingguang a while to recover, his face so red he couldn't bear to look at anyone. He didn't dare to see Lan Jian's expression and could only stammer as he tried to explain, "That's not what I meant. I meant we should go to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, feeling that the more he explained, the worse it got.

He gave up in despair and said, "It's getting late, I should go to sleep."