Do you like to eat sugar and oil cakes?

While waiting for Jiang Yuhuan to eat the paper bag of sugar oil cake until there was only one piece left, Tong Yan's stomach grunted very insightfully, and the ward immediately fell silent.

"Brother Yan...haven't you eaten yet?" Jiang Yuhuan asked with a smile.

"I...I'll eat later." Tong Yan wanted to scratch the ground in embarrassment.

"Hmm...cough cough, um...look! There is still one piece, you can eat it." Jiang Yuhuan tied the last piece with a stick and handed it to Tong Yan's mouth.

Tong Yan looked at the tempting pastry, and aimed at a more tempting place, "Do you want to feed me?"

"Well, open your mouth." Jiang Yuhuan didn't notice his gaze.

"Feed it with your hands...I won't eat it," Tong Yan pretended to be evil, and pointed to Jiang Yuhuan's lips, "here, use this."

"...??" Jiang Yuhuan was horrified, his cheeks flushed quickly.

Tong Yan didn't give him a chance to react, he took a bite of the sugar and oil cake on the stick, grabbed Jiang Yuhuan's neck and quickly leaned towards it.

Jiang Yuhuan was still in a stunned state, and was caught off guard by the soft lips. Tong Yan's lips were a little dry, and when he came up to him, they brushed against his lips, like a matchhead scratching a matchbox, stabbing it. All of a sudden a fire was lit.

Jiang Yuhuan was completely stunned, until Tong Yan swallowed the mouthful of sugar and oil cake subconsciously before realizing it, and immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and shrank back suddenly, his back hit the wall with a bang.

Tong Yan was taken aback by him, and immediately helped him back and pressed him into his arms, stroking his back nervously, "I'm sure it's okay! Does it hurt?!"

Jiang Yuhuan was held in Tong Yan's arms, his chin was resting on his shoulder, and his eyes turned red when he heard the sound, does it hurt?It has been a long time since no one asked him this question. Since his mother passed away, he lived in a very difficult life in his prosperous grandfather's house without his parents. Yan Yan's embrace was too warm.

"Well, it doesn't hurt..." Jiang Yuhuan said in a muffled voice with a nasal tone.

Tong Yan sensed that something was wrong, pulled him up to have a look, he had to... cried...

"No... I just now, I didn't, I didn't mean it, I just, I..." Tong Yan was incomparably forced.

"Does Brother Yan like me?" Jiang Yuhuan asked with tears in his eyes.

Tong Yan felt that if he said he didn't like it, the young master might burst into tears immediately.

"I... like it. I don't know why. I used to think it was love at first sight or something that was completely nonsense... and... I never thought about why I wasn't interested in girls... But after seeing you, I always feel very comfortable in my heart... just It seems..." Tong Yan paused.

"It seems to have eaten a particularly authentic sugar-oil cake."

"It's very sweet and very satisfying."

Jiang Yuhuan listened to him quietly, thinking of his company during this time, her heart was sour and sweet at the same time, as if a skylight had been opened to illuminate something.

Tong Yan saw that he kept silent, thought he was angry again, and when he was about to say something more, Jiang Yuhuan suddenly put his arms around his neck, and leaned against his lips to peck lightly.

"I like you too."

Tong Yan froze in place for a long while before returning to his senses. He happily held the person in front of him in his arms and kissed him for a while, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.