Xia Yu said that he wanted Lu Zhao to propose to him a hundred times, but in fact, he got tired of it when Lu Zhao proposed for the eighteenth time.
In the past six months, Lu Zhao has been proposing in various ways, including hot air balloons, underwater, at home and abroad, by the sea and in the woods. He has tried all places related to romance.
When Lu Zhao put the eighteenth engagement ring on Xia Yu's hand, Xia Yu finally lost his patience, snatched it away, and put it on his ring finger.
"Okay, okay, I agree," Xia Yu said, "Don't recite the proposal lines anymore. I am tired of it even if you are not."
Lu Zhao was kneeling on one knee on the ground and smiled softly when he heard this.
He took Xia Yu's hand and kissed the square-cut blue diamond ring.
He deliberately teased Xia Yu, "But I prepared eighty-two confessions, why don't you keep your word?"
Xia Yu looked devastated and covered Lu Zhao's mouth in a panic.
He had really heard enough.
During the three years when Lu Zhao didn't love him, he dreamed of hearing Lu Zhao say sweet words to him. Now Lu Zhao was obedient to him in everything, and if he wanted to propose to her a hundred times, he would write a confession carefully and read it to him word for word each time.
But he was probably not destined to enjoy it. He could tolerate hearing it two or three times, but after hearing it too many times he just felt uncomfortable. He seemed to have become accustomed to Lu Zhao's restraint and depth, and even found Lu Zhao's taciturnity sexy.
If Lu Zhao really confessed his feelings anytime and anywhere, he would feel that the world had become magical.
"Forget it, I'm serious. Just pretend I didn't say the other eighty-two times," Xia Yu said sincerely, "I like to go back on my words. It's not the first day you've known this."
With Xia Yu covering his mouth, Lu Zhao chuckled twice.
He has been aloof and gloomy over the years, and even his former partners have said behind his back that he is cold and unpopular. But ever since Xia Yu returned to him, the gloom surrounding him has unknowingly faded a lot.
He stood up from the ground nimbly, sat on the sofa, and held Xia Yu on his knees. He pinched Xia Yu's fingers, and the blue diamond sparkled in the sun.
His forehead was pressed closely against Xia Yu's, and there was a hint of laughter in his voice. "Out of caution, I want to confirm again, Mr. Xia Yu, are you really ready to marry me? Are you serious?"
Xia Yu pinched Lu Zhao's face unhappily.
"Yes, yes, I will never regret it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhao lowered his head and gave him a long kiss.
Xia Yu and Lu Zhao's wedding date was finally set in the summer of the eighth year after they met.
Xia Yu fell in love with Lu Zhao at first sight in the library. It was a summer day with the sound of cicadas. He was too embarrassed to admit it to Lu Zhao, but during the three years after they were separated, he often dreamed of that scene.
The sunlight passed through the layers of tree shadows, through the transparent windows, and fell on Lu Zhao. So many young students in the library all became a blurred background, and only Lu Zhao was shining.
He once attributed his love at first sight to lust at first sight. It was because the sun was so bright that day and the intoxicating scent of tuberose mixed with the breeze disturbed his mind and made him fall into a long-lasting secret love.
But so many years have passed, and Lu Zhao is no longer the young man who sat by the window, but his love for Lu Zhao remains the same as before.