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An Xiaojing slept peacefully in his sleeping bag, while Yan Wujing stood by his side. The night lights at the side illuminated the profiles of the two of them, and their shadows were reflected on the tent.

Yan Wujing stretched out his hand and stroked the hair on An Xiaojing's forehead. Looking at An Xiaojing's sleeping face, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed An Xiaojing's thin lips.

The moment An Xiaojing was kissed by Yan Wujing, he had actually woken up, but he didn't know why he didn't want to open his eyes, and he didn't push Yan Wujing away immediately, but enjoyed Yan Wujing's kiss silently.

Just when An Xiaojing thought that Yan Wujing didn't know that he was awake, Yan Wujing had already discovered that he was awake, but he pretended not to know that he was awake.

"Xiao Jing, I like you, what should I do? You will definitely not like me."

When An Xiaojing heard Yan Wujing's words, his heart suddenly thumped, and he even wanted to sit up, but in the end he restrained himself.

Yan Wujing glanced at An Xiaojing, and after noticing his restraint, he added some more forceful medicine. He felt that he would be able to take An Xiaojing down tonight.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't like men, but I still like you. Don't worry, I will pretend that I don't like you and try my best to restrain my heart."

"No matter what kind of woman you want to marry in the future, I will watch over you silently. Even if I get drunk alone at night and know how to cut my heart, I will not let you know."

"It's my own thing to like you. I will never let you have any burden. If you don't like me treating you well, I will try my best to restrain myself in the future and not cause you any trouble."

After Yan Wujing finished speaking, he sat up and turned his back to An Xiaojing, bowed his head and patiently waited for An Xiaojing to get up to respond to him.

Sure enough, An Xiaojing really sat up as Yan Wujing expected, and no longer chose to pretend to be asleep.

He looked at Yan Wujing's back, and he thought that Yan Wujing was in the midst of sorrow for the spring and autumn, but he didn't know that Yan Wujing was planning in his heart that he would come and hug him in a few seconds.

one……

two……

three……

After Yan Wujing silently counted three times in his heart, An Xiaojing really rushed over, hugged his waist from behind, and told him: "Yan Wujing, I don't seem to only like women at all."

Yan Wujing pretended to be surprised, turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"

An Xiaojing fought countless times in his heart.Finally, he plucked up the courage and said to Yan Wujing, "I seem to... like you too."

"You say it again?"

Yan Wujing's eyes were full of surprise and joy, An Xiaojing never thought that just such a sentence could make Yan Wujing so happy.

"I said I like you, did it really make you so happy?"

Yan Wujing hugged An Xiaojing back, holding him tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go of it for a second.

"I like you, and of course I am happy to wait for your response."

"I don't know why I have the feeling of liking you. It's a strange feeling. I can't explain it. If it weren't for what you said just now, I wouldn't feel uneasy at all."

An Xiaojing might be nervous, he was talking incoherently.

"What you said just now made me suddenly worried that you would no longer like me, and that you would give up on me without waiting for my response. I don't want you to give up at all in my heart."

Yan Wujing smiled and rubbed An Xiaojing's hair, his eyes were full of doting.

"Fool, how could I give up on you, you are the only lover I want to treat you well for the rest of my life."

spouse? !

"A lover?"

"I love you, aren't you my lover?"

"I……"

"Xiao Jing, can I kiss you?"

"what?"

Yan Wujing lowered his head showing a sad expression, and sighed heavily: "Sorry, I was in a hurry, I shouldn't force you..."

Before Yan Wujing finished speaking, An Xiaojing couldn't wait to stop his mouth.

In fact, An Xiaojing at this moment doesn't know what's wrong with himself. When he sees Yan Wujing sad, when he looks at Yan Wujing's chattering lips, he has only one thought, and that is to kiss him.