The sick and the sick are reborn

I love you

There is only the light of street lamps on the street, the sound of the sea breeze blowing against the waves, and the occasional chirping of seagulls.

The temperature is no longer as hot as during the day, but the remaining temperature seems to make people restless.

Qin Sixing smiled softly at Yuan An, holding the bouquet of pink roses, and walked over slowly.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yuan An didn't understand anything.

Holding the phone in his hand, he froze in place, watching Qin Sixing walking towards him step by step, his heart beating so fast that it almost rushed out of his throat.

The sea breeze blew up the petals of the flower wall behind, and there was a sound of "rusting" one after another.

Yuan An saw that Qin Siming, who was still walking slowly, slowly quickened his pace, and soon reached a place one step away from him.

"Are you..." Yuan An asked hesitantly even though he had guessed most of it.

"Yuan An," Qin Sixing said with a serious expression on his handsome face, he focused on Yuan An with bright eyes, "You should have guessed it."

He called him by his full name, with dignity.

Yuan An looked at Qin Sixing, and heard his own thunderous heartbeat.

How could he not know, he was just at a loss for a moment, not knowing what kind of reaction he should make.

He could only nod subconsciously, and then blushed belatedly.

Qin Siming smiled softly, his magnetic voice seemed to scratch Yuan An's ears, "But I can't just do this and let you guess in a daze."

"I want to tell you clearly, my heart."

But even if he didn't say what he wanted, Yuan An already knew it all.

His heart is like the pink Diana roses all over the wall, which are placed there brightly, and can be brought to Yuan'an's ears with the slightest wind.

"I know, I too..." Yuan Anlue said eagerly.

He knew that Qin Siming liked him, just like him.

They love each other!

However, before Yuan An finished speaking, Qin Sixing said gently but firmly, "I love you."

It's not like, it's love, it's firm and clear love.

Yuan An was completely stunned.

He looked at Qin Sixing's expression, met those affectionate eyes, and felt that his liking seemed lighter in comparison.

The word "love" has many meanings.It was the first time Yuan An came into contact with such a word in his life.

At this moment, the inferiority complex rose again in his heart.Since he met Qin Siming, he didn't seem to have done anything for Qin Siming.Besides, he himself is just an ordinary person, and has been receiving Qin Sixing's care.

He knew Qin Siming's feelings for him, but he always regarded it as "like" and didn't dare to think more about it, subconsciously avoiding it in his heart.

The meaning of liking is not as important as love. If two people get along well, it is only natural for them to have feelings of liking.And liking with love requires some different heartbeats, but that's just liking.

Cute is different.

"Why do you love me?" Yuan An asked with puzzled eyes.

"Because you are Yuan An. Maybe this explanation is very abstract, but if I really want to trace the reason, I can only think of this one."

After Qin Siming finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then bent the corners of his lips and continued: "Be more careful, it will take a little time."

Before meeting Yuan An in the hospital, he might just have a strong liking for Yuan An.

But he really met the person he longed for day and night, and that liking didn't need him to pay attention to it, it naturally fermented into love.

To Yuan An, Qin Siming's last sentence was a bit of a sham, but he didn't care.

He lowered his head and saw Qin Sixing's slender fingers holding the bouquet, the fingertips turned white from the force, and they were even trembling invisibly.

It seemed to indicate that he was also nervous.

Yuan An smiled suddenly, he reached out to caress the Diana rose in the bouquet, and found that those petals were so bright and delicate.

"Why did you send me roses? The last person gave me roses, and the roses have been lost by me."

Qin Sixing also laughed, approached Yuan An, and asked in a low voice: "Then you want to lose him too?"

Yuan An looked at his face, shook his head, "No, I like him."

Both of them knew what "he" they were talking about.

The affection in Qin Sixing's eyes grew deeper, and he couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his arms and hugged Yuan An tightly in his arms.

He sighed contentedly in Yuan An's ear, as if he got what he wanted.

The two of them didn't speak any more at this moment, they just quietly felt the moment of mutual connection.

After a while, Qin Sixing hugged Yuan An's arm tightly and whispered something in English.

Yuan An was taken aback.

That seems to be a sentence that the poet said when he fell in love with the young master in the dance drama "The Rose and the Poem".

[My rose, you are the source of my inspiration and the end of my love. My eyes will only stay on you in my life. 】

Yuan An's cheeks quickly turned red, even reaching the tips of his ears.

Fortunately, he buried his head in Qin Siming's arms, and Qin Siming couldn't see him.

"Did you open the little paper bag I gave you last night?" Yuan An asked in a muffled voice.

"No, you can't open it after you said it. What's the matter?"

"You can open it when you go back tonight."

After finishing speaking, Yuan An gently withdrew from Qin Sixing's arms, and looked up at him.

His face was still red, his eye sockets were still moist, his hair was stuck to his forehead, and his whole body looked soft.

"What I said just now was ambiguous. Now, I also want to tell you exactly what I mean."

Yuan An took the bouquet from Qin Siming's hand, with a sweet smile on his lips, "I like you very much, too, with love. Maybe it's not as good as your love, but I will be very fond of you in the future." Love you."

Qin Sixing touched Yuan An's face with his warm palm, and he whispered, "How can love be compared? As long as we have the same heart, that's enough."

Yuan An pursed his lips.

Indeed, the amount of love cannot be measured or compared.

"Then now," Yuan An paused, blushing even more, "Can you kiss me?"

Qin Sixing smiled softly, lowered his head and kissed his lips.

"of course."

When the lips met, Yuan An quickly closed his eyes.

But when you close your eyes, the soft touch on your lips is even more obvious.He could feel Qin Sixing gently rubbing his lips against his, with a slight itchiness.

At this time, the most romantic piece of music in the dance drama was played on the stereo, and the beautiful sound of the violin resounded in the street.

The troupe staff behind Qin Sixing burst into cheers.They ran up, holding bouquets of roses, and dancing around them.

Just like in "The Rose and the Poem", when the poet and the young master formally meet for the first time in the afterglow of the setting sun, young men and women in the small town are dancing together.

That was the moment when the poet got what he wanted, and it was the beginning of the young master's love.

Yuan An was a little embarrassed, moved his head back, and asked in a low voice, "Will it disturb the people?"

"This is a commercial street, the venue has already been cleared." Qin Siming supported the back of his head with one hand, wrapped his waist with the other, and fixed him in front of him.

"Don't worry about it." His eyes were dark, and after saying this in a low voice, he tilted his head and kissed again.

The kiss this time, compared to the caress just now, seemed much wetter.