"How could I hate you..." Xia Yan's voice was full of helplessness.
He may hate him, he will resent him, he will be mad at him for his teasing, but he cannot hate him.
Ning Can's thin lips trembled slightly, looking up at him: "You really..."
Looking at him, Xia Yan felt that there were traces of flames slowly ignited in the ashes in the bottom of his heart. He didn't dare to think too much: "I love you, and this feeling has not changed at all until now."
Ning Can looked at him eagerly: "You really..."
Xia Yan sighed softly: "Ning Can, for the sake of our past friendship, don't bother me anymore."
Ning Can was silent.
Xia Yan no longer controlled his gaze, looked at him almost greedily, and said warmly: "Faced with such a confession, you should simply refuse it, instead of this sloppy appearance, you know my character, I won't joke. , never kidding, every word I say is serious."
Ning Can's heart beat a little faster: "I know, I know you are different from me."
It was precisely because of Xia Yan's temperament that Ning Can was so disappointed when he heard that he hated him.
He ran the train on his lips, but Xia Yan cherished his words like gold.
Those who are familiar with them all know: what Ning Can said, if he was serious, he would lose; what Xia Yan said, he was serious for a lifetime.
Xia Yan let go of the coldness he pretended to be after the reunion, and resumed the infinite indulgence he had given to Ning Can in the past. He said, "So stay away from me, don't give me any more hope..."
"But I..." Ning Can interrupted him, "I don't want to leave you."
Xia Yan was stunned.
Ning Can stuttered again after saying this, with his mouth that dared to say anything and howl, but at this time it seemed like he was stuck with glue, and it was awkward to say anything: "I don't want to leave. You, I have regretted every day for the past four years, regretting the stupid things I did, regretting going abroad, regretting being separated from you..."
"Ning Can!" Xia Yan stopped him from continuing, "I said don't give me hope."
Ning Can stopped.
A long silence lingered in the dim room at one o'clock in the morning.
They were all wearing pajamas, and their eyes were slightly tired, but no one was sleepy.
No matter how Xia Yan stopped it, it was useless, the flames had already started, burning his dry heart into a sea of fire.
What is he longing for.
Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, it is still longing.
Xia Yan opened his mouth and asked him in a voice he had never heard in his life: "You...do you really want to leave me?"
Ning Can shook his head quickly, his short fluffy flax hair swayed like soft sunlight.
Xia Yan's voice was tight: "I have such feelings for you, don't you want to leave me?"
Ning Can was silent.
Xia Yan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley, he smiled, and his black eyes showed no warmth: "Do you still want to go back to the past? After such a thing happened, after I confessed to you, you are still my brother and friend?"
Ning Can clung to the pillow tightly, his knuckles protruding.
Xia Yan once again felt the despair of falling from the peak to the abyss, and his voice became cold again: "Okay Ning Can, I love you, but I'm not..."
"I don't know." Ning Can made a sound, "I never thought you would love me, I never thought about such a feeling, but I..."
Xia Yan's eyes darkened, as if a hole had been pierced in his heart, yes, he never thought about it, never loved him, just like he knew.
Ning Can looked up at him and finished speaking: "But I don't hate it."
Xia Yan froze.
Ning Can grabbed his hand and said, "Xia Yan, let's try it, fall in love... try... fall in love..."
He spoke intermittently, but every word rushed to Xia Yan's heart.
"I know it's not good to say that," Ning Can said, "but I've never liked anyone, and I don't know how to like it. Let's try, maybe you don't love me... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, his body had hit the wall, Xia Yan approached him, bowed his head and kissed his lips.
The author has something to say: Cough, it should have happened long ago, but I am really anxious to kill my own mother.