Xu Xinghe felt his heart beating very fast.
After participating in the school sports meeting that year, after he won the best result of the 1,000-meter in his life, his heart didn't seem to be beating as fast as it is now.
He froze on the bed, moved his lips, but made no sound.
Just like that, with a pair of black deer eyes open, he looked at Ling Changfeng without blinking.
Ling Changfeng had anticipated Xu Xinghe's various reactions after receiving the confession.
The worst case scenario is to directly refuse, and then drive yourself out of the room in a rage.
He thought, anyway, their marriage is still half a year away, even if they are rejected this time, he still has time to get along slowly.
What's more, his little spouse has already agreed to go on a honeymoon trip with him, hasn't he? Things aren't that bad by any means.
However, when the matter came to an end, Ling Changfeng realized that what made him more flustered than being directly rejected was that Xu Xinghe didn't respond at all.
Like a puppet whose soul has been drained, it just froze in place.
Ling Changfeng licked his inner lips, suddenly a little nervous.
It has been a long, long time since he felt the emotion of a primary school student anxiously waiting for the results of the entrance examination.
It was maddeningly quiet in the ward.
Marshal Ling pressed the corners of his mouth in this silent atmosphere, and suddenly regretted—
This may indeed not be a good time.
His little spouse has just recovered from the shadow of being kidnapped, at least he shouldn't scare him at this time.
Ling Changfeng waited in fear for a long while, and finally lowered his eyes slowly in the silence without any response: "You..."
He originally wanted to say, you should take a good rest first, and other things can be discussed after waking up.
However, at the next moment, a fragrant and charming floral fragrance exploded in the air.
Together with the aroma, it quickly swept across the entire ward like a prairie fire.
The little hedgehog on the hospital bed finally recovered from the huge shock.
Although the person is still motionless, the unconcealable aroma of pheromones has begun to flow around in the air.
The sides of Ling Changfeng's nose moved slightly.
The heaven and earth are filled with a mesmerizing sweet smell.
He seemed to see flower buds blooming in front of his eyes one after another, forming a beautiful poem.
Ling Changfeng was immersed in this slightly dizzy smell, and thought in a trance that when he met Xu Xinghe for the first time, he was attracted by this smell.
In fact, there is no need for any instrumental testing. From the first moment he saw Xu Xinghe, he knew instinctively that this Omega must be a very high match with himself.
But at that time, he was still stubbornly refusing to believe in any predestined relationship, and only when this matching marriage happened to him dramatically, he nodded calmly and agreed to the marriage.
Now that I think about it, how lucky I am.
Outside the window, as night fell, the grand lights of Floating Star City and the stars and moon above the night sky reflected each other, creating a picture of light and shadow together.
Ling Changfeng turned his eyes to the person in front of him again.
Through the other party's unique breath, he smelled Xu Xinghe's panic, restlessness, and confusion at the moment...
There is still a little bit of shyness and shyness, and the ignorant heartbeat like a deer bumping around.
If this kind of information had a concrete form, it would probably have stretched out a flower branch with slightly thorns, wrapping around his heart again and again.
The tender branches and leaves poked softly at the tip of his heart.
Slight numbness and itching, but no pain.
A smile slowly climbed onto Ling Changfeng's pair of different pupils.
He was suddenly no longer eager to wait for that answer.
In a sense, the pheromone smell in the air at this moment has already given part of the answer before his dull master.
Ling Changfeng turned sideways slightly, and asked Xu Xinghe leisurely: "Do you still want to listen to bedtime stories?"
Xu Xinghe was still immersed in the huge shock of being confessed just now, his lips trembled when he heard this: "What?"
Ling Changfeng resumed his usual tone, and said calmly, "If you want to hear a bedtime story, I'll tell you a few more."
Xu Xinghe shook his head like a rattle.
He thought that one bedtime story had already led to such an earth-shattering confession, and his fragile little heart probably couldn't bear more bedtime stories.
But just after shaking his head, he regretted it again.
This is obviously an excellent time to change the subject.
If he didn't listen to the story, wouldn't he have to go back and face Ling Changfeng's confession again
Xu Xinghe raised his eyes, wanted to cry but said without tears: "Can I go back on my word? Now I want to hear the story again."
Ling Changfeng looked at him, and explained his intentions in one sentence: "Is it because you don't want to answer my question, that's why you want to hear the story?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
It's not so much that I don't want to answer, it's better to say that I don't know how to answer.
It wasn't until now that Xu Xinghe realized that he hadn't seriously examined his marriage with Ling Changfeng, nor had he faced their matching relationship directly.
In his initial cognition, his second marriage would last at most one year, and he was destined to divorce after one year.
That being the case, why bother with it
But now, Ling Changfeng said that he likes himself.
So, what about yourself
Do you like him too
Xu Xinghe didn't know.
It stands to reason that if you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it.
But his feelings for Ling Changfeng seem to be a little more complicated.
If you say you like it, probably not so much, and if you say you don't like it, it's even less so.
Team leader Xu, who has been married twice but has zero love experience, is really having a hard time distinguishing his own mind from many complicated emotions at the moment.
For a moment, my heart was in a mess, I just wanted to roll all my emotions into a ball of thread and throw it into a basket, so that I could see nothing.
Xu Xinghe lowered his head, trying to temporarily avoid this question, and muttered: "I don't know either..."
As soon as the words fell, I felt that it was not good to say that, and it was a bit hanging on others, so I simply gave up and said: "What I mean is, I think you are very nice, and I don't hate you at all, but we seem to, Maybe, maybe... not quite right."
In the end, he chose an answer that was more refusal.
Hearing what he said, Ling Changfeng didn't seem surprised, but instead asked persuasively, "What do you think is inappropriate for us?"
Different from Xu Xinghe who was embarrassed and restless at the moment, Marshal Ling felt relaxed for a long time after uttering the words in his heart. This kind of ease is reflected in his words and deeds, it doesn't look like he just confessed and was rejected.
Xu Xinghe followed his question and thought carefully: "Our identities, ages..."
Ling Changfeng said: "These are relatively easy problems to overcome, and they don't affect our normal relationship, do they?"
Xu Xinghe added: "Our personalities, hobbies, common topics..."
Ling Changfeng said: "I don't have any special hobbies, but I can learn slowly about the things you are interested in. I will try to understand the topics you are interested in."
After a pause, he added with a serious expression: "It's okay to cook with you in the future."
Xu Xinghe was completely shocked: "No, no need..."
He imagined the scene of Ling Changfeng appearing in the kitchen wearing an apron, and his body trembled suddenly, as if he had been struck by an invisible lightning.
However, Ling Changfeng had already compromised to this point, and he really couldn't tell what was inappropriate between the two of them for a while.
In front of the other party's attitude, it seems that any problem can be easily solved.
"But, but you don't need to wrong yourself so much." Xu Xinghe lowered his head, and began to move his poor fingers again.
"You are in this position, if you want to look for it, you can always find someone more suitable than me." Xu Xinghe said, "So you don't have to... just accept me like this."
Hearing what he said, Marshal Ling's eyes dimmed a little bit, his tone returned to his usual calm and indifferent, and he asked slowly: "Who said I'm making do with you?"
Xu Xinghe raised his eyes, seemed to sense his emotional fluctuations, but didn't know why: "Huh?"
"If I find someone else after you, I'll be fine." Ling Changfeng suddenly lost his temper when he met those dazed little deer eyes.
Instead, one couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and rubbed the fluffy head, and said softly: "Don't say such things in the future, I like you, I don't just let it go."
"Oh." Xu Xinghe licked his lips, his mind was muddled, and he didn't know how much he had listened to.
Marshal Ling was a little helpless, and started another topic: "You just said that you think I'm a nice person?"
The different pupil slanted slightly, and asked persistently: "What's good about me?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He turned his head stiffly to look at Ling Changfeng, and said in his heart, "Isn't that a polite remark just now?"
Team leader Xu was speechless for a while, but facing Ling Changfeng's questioning and slightly expectant eyes, he still reluctantly restarted his brain that was down, thought for a while, and then answered bravely: "I think your The pheromone smells nice."
As soon as the voice fell, he was suddenly inspired by something, and continued: "Look, this is why I said it's not easy to identify. I think your pheromone smells very good. Can this be regarded as liking?"
Unexpectedly, Ling Changfeng nodded: "I think it counts."
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He asked again: "I think you are safe and reliable, can this be regarded as liking?"
Ling Changfeng continued to nod: "I think it counts."
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He felt that the conversation could not go on.
Ling Changfeng looked at him almost gently: "This at least shows that you don't hate me."
"Of course." Regarding this point, Xu Xinghe admitted generously, "I really, don't hate you at all."
Ling Changfeng's eyes flickered lightly: "In this case, don't reject me yet..."
After finishing speaking, he paused, and then further slowed down his voice, "Are you okay?"
"You don't need to give me an answer soon." Ling Changfeng looked at Xu Xinghe's silent expression, and turned his gaze out of the window again.
The flowering trees outside the window are swaying gently in the autumn wind at night.
As the flower branches trembled, the white petals fell like fine snow, bringing bursts of fragrant wind.
And he knew that no matter how fragrant the flower was, it would definitely not be as sweet as one ten-thousandth of the fragrance here.
"You can have a long time to think, and you don't need to feel any burden for it. You are the favored party, so you can naturally have more choices."
Ling Changfeng turned his head, his voice serious and quiet.
There was a little smile in the different pupils, as if they wanted to melt the cold eyes that had been frozen for thousands of years: "You can give me an answer anytime. I will always be here, waiting for your answer."