Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"You..." Wen Yu looked at him, his pupils shaking, as if in shock and disbelief, "I thought you just rejected Ge Ran...you...you came out to her..."

Fu Yuhan rubbed his wrists and looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with coming out of the closet, is homosexuality a shameful thing?"

"No...not...but..." Wen Yu thought for a while, but still couldn't calm down, "I don't know, I feel a little... happy." He collected himself, "Is your hand okay?"

He was taller than Fu Yuhan, but his expression was like a helpless child.

The empty building still has no windows, and they habitually stood by the side in order not to be seen by outsiders.

"You still have the nerve to ask?" Fu Yuhan looked at him for a while, and then suddenly sighed, "Oh, forget it, it doesn't really hurt. It's all here, do you have something to say?"

Wen Yu lowered his head and thought for a while.

Fu Yuhan was not in a hurry, and shrank his neck into the scarf.

He used to dislike having things on his neck, and he always chose peach-shaped collars for his clothes, and the buttons could never be buttoned to the top, but since Wen Yu threw this scarf to him that day, he has been wearing it for the past few days.

This should be a very common thing for Wen Yu, because the aroma of LeLabo seems to be pickled, and it can be smelled faintly after so many days.

"That day... I thought you had prepared a gift for Yang Fan. Seeing him and Zhao Tong being so sweet, I was in a bad mood so I didn't give it away, and even cried."

After a while, Wen Yu finally spoke.Fu Yuhan raised his eyelids and looked at him.

"I'm sour, I..."

Wen Yu raised his eyes, met his gaze, and then sighed.

After sighing, my heart felt like being washed away by the torrent of water that had accumulated for many years.

There is such a person, the existence itself is for him to find himself.

Always doubting things is a exhausting thing, Wen Yu finally decided to let himself go and choose to trust his intuition.

He recklessly pushed Fu Yuhan back, and tore off the scarf that belonged to him around his neck——

"Push me away if you hate it."

As he said, he sealed up the turbulent emotions in the kiss, and kissed him fiercely and reverently.

Fu Yuhan's eyes widened: "Ugh!"