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Qi Ran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted Han Mo's head, "I know, I like Alang too."

"Really?"

"real."

After hearing this, Han Mo suddenly approached Qi Ran and pressed his lips to his.

"..." Qi Ran blinked and didn't react. He didn't subconsciously push Han Mo away until he felt the softness on his lips, with disbelief in his eyes, "Alang, you..."

"Didn't Ah Ran say he likes me?" Han Mo looked at Qi Ran with a bit of grievance and doubt, obviously not understanding why he pushed him away.

"I... Aaron, what I mean by liking is love between relatives. Aaron should also like me in this way, but what you did just now can only be done with love between lovers."

"But the store manager said, my liking is the liking between lovers."

"The store manager?" Qi Ran rubbed his aching stomach, "Then what else did he say?"

"The store manager said that the love between lovers is the kind of wanting to see each other all the time. When you see each other, your heart will beat faster. If you don't see it, you will miss it. You will want to know each other. Feeling happy. That's how I feel about Aran."

Qi Ran's movements paused, and he suddenly turned his back to Han Mo, "I... I'm going back to the room first." After finishing speaking, he walked into the room quickly, looking a little embarrassed, and locked the door .

Back in the room, Qi Ran put away the expression on his face, took a shower first, and picked up a book to read after the shower.

When Qi Ran looked at the sky and felt that it was almost time, he put down his book, frowned, got up and opened the door.

"Aran." I saw Han Mo squatting by the door, with a disturbed and aggrieved expression on his face, looking at Qi Ran pitifully.

Qi Ran sighed helplessly, "Come in."

When Han Mo heard Qi Ran's words, he immediately stood up, wagged his tail (?) and entered the room silently.

Qi Ran went to the closet and took out a pair of pajamas, and handed it to Han Mo, "Go take a shower first."

Han Mo obediently took the clothes and went into the bathroom. After washing, he stood next to Qi Ran and did not move.

After a long silence, Qi Ran said: "Alang, don't say anything about whether you like it or not in the future."

"...The store manager said, if I kiss you and you don't feel sick, it means you may like me too, Aran, do you feel sick?"

Qi Ran frowned as if wanting to get angry, but then pursed his lips, "I don't remember."

"I'll kiss you again. If you feel sick, I won't mention it in the future." Han Mo lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Alang, I..." Qi Ran suddenly softened his heart when he saw Han Mo's trembling hand by his side, "Okay."

Han Mo raised his head in surprise, looked at Qi Ran who had closed his eyes, approached cautiously, and finally put his lips on Qi Ran's lips, and slightly stretched out the tip of his tongue, licking like a puppy. However, he opened his eyes and watched Qi Ran's reaction.

After a while, Qi Ran pushed Han Mo away, looked at Han Mo who had become a little lost in an instant, and finally sighed, "Close your eyes." After speaking, he hugged Han Mo and kissed him.

Han Mo was stunned, then obediently closed his eyes, and tentatively put his hands around Qi Ran's waist slowly, hugging him tightly.

After the kiss was over, Qi Ran let go of Han Mo's lips, "From now on, we will be dating."

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The next day

A burst of music sounded, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. Qi Ran put the dishes in his hand on the table, and then took out the phone to look. The screen showed Zhang Ziyang.

"Zi Yang, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Aran, today is a day off, you don't have to go to work."

"What happened? Where's the store manager?"

"The store manager...the store manager is a little unwell today, so I have to take care of her today. The cafe is too busy for you three alone. I have already notified Xuanze just now, so you don't have to go today."

Qi Ran frowned, "Is the manager sick? Is it serious? Where are you now? Shall I go too?"

Zhang Ziyang's voice suddenly became tense, "No need, no need! Really no need, I can do it by myself, that's all right, I'll hang up first!"

Looking at the screen showing the end of the call, Qi Ran shook his head in confusion, but remembering what Zhang Ziyang said just now, he clicked on the address book with some anxiety, and called Lin Xuanze.

"Xuanze, just now Ziyang called and said that the store manager was not feeling well, do you know what's going on?"

Lin Xuanze first smiled before replying: "Last night, the store manager made Zi Yang very angry, so Zi Yang dragged the store manager home. I don't know why the store manager feels uncomfortable."

Qi Ran couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words, "Alright then, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Ran turned to Han Mo and said, "Alang, you don't have to go to work today."

"Why?" Han Mo asked.

"The store manager is a little uncomfortable today. Ziyang has to take care of her. We are the only ones left who are too busy, so we are closed today." Qi Ran sat on the sofa, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, "Don't worry, Ziyang will take care of her. Good for her, let's eat now."

"Yes." Han Mo tilted his head in doubt, and replied.

After finishing breakfast and washing the dishes, Qi Ran looked at Han Mo and asked, "Alang, what do you want to do today?"

Han Mo shook his head, "I don't know."

"Well, well, anyway, I can't think of anything to do, let's just go out for a walk." Qi Ran laughed.

Han Mo naturally replied hello.

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On the streets lined with tung trees, pedestrians occasionally pass by. Now is the time for the tung trees to bloom. At this time, those tung trees are full of white tung flowers. When the wind blows, the petals Just like a rain of flowers, they fell all over the ground one after another, like a strange snow scene, which made people feel amazing.

Qi Ran and Han Mo walked side by side on the road paved with these beautiful and pure white flowers. They were walking silently, but they were surrounded by a warm feeling that no one could penetrate, soft and warm.

The breeze blows, and pieces of flowers fall down again, gently brushing over the couple who are strolling on the street, drifting away with good wishes, they catch a few floating tung flowers with their hands, and face Han Mo smiled very softly.

In the distance, the wandering painter's pen freezes this beautiful moment.

The author has something to say: After writing this chapter, I feel at a loss. .What the hell did I write? . .I don't even want to write the next chapter. What's going on orz. . .