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Shang Yu looked at Shen Youqing's expression of enjoying the show, then glanced at Lin Zhao beside him who was holding flowers and whose eyes were red. His expression softened slightly, but he still said irritably.

"Okay, we'll talk about it tonight."

Seeing this, Shen Youqing smiled smugly and waved to the two of them.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your time together. Remember to come tonight, Ci Bao and I will be waiting for you at the bar."

After saying that, she and Shen Ci walked into the mall. After a few steps, she turned back and winked at Shang Yu, giving him a "I understand" look, which made Shang Yu's face darken even more.

After everyone had gone far away, Shen Youqing put his arm around Shen Ci's waist again, remembering that Shen Ci had pinched him and said something when he got close.

This provoked Shen Ci to shove him away abruptly, frantically gesturing wildly.

"Have you no shame?!"

Shen Youqing didn't take it to heart.

"What's the point of having a face? They're all male friends. If you don't work harder, they might become strangers next time."

Shen Ci knew he had gone too far, but he really didn't want to reveal their relationship to Lin Zhao.

Besides, are they even boyfriends?

We're at most friends with benefits, or maybe we can't even be considered friends with benefits anymore...

Shen Ci lowered his head, his eyes slightly moist.

Shen Youqing quickly stepped forward and gently touched the corner of his eye with her fingertips.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that. From now on, whatever you say goes. Male friends are fine, just friends. Don't cry, okay?"

Shen Ci felt a sharp pang of sadness. Meeting Shen Youqing's gaze, she hesitated for a long time before finally resorting to sign language.

"Could you please not get engaged...?"

Shen Youqing paused in wiping away her tears, lowered her eyes, and fell silent.

Shen Ci understood, wiped away her tears, and walked forward.

Shen Youqing looked at his dejected figure and collapsed instantly.

He couldn't make any promises, nor could he bear to let go. Perhaps in Shen Ci's eyes right now, he was just a complete scumbag.

But so what? As long as the person is still by my side, that's enough.

It'll be soon, very soon. Once he's resolved everything, he'll tell Shen Ci everything, and he'll tell him that he'll only ever love him.

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Lin Zhao held a bouquet of flowers, smelling their faint fragrance, and looked at Shang Yu beside him, who still had a cold face but did not let go of his hand.

A strange feeling inexplicably took hold of him. If he wasn't mistaken, it seemed like the man wanted to kiss him again.

But surprisingly, he didn't try to dodge; he was just very nervous.

Lin Zhao's fingertips curled unconsciously, and Shang Yu turned his head away.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao's chaotic thoughts were interrupted, and she quickly changed the subject.

"Brother Ayu, are we going out tonight?"

The anger in Shang Yu's heart was completely driven away by his address of "Brother Yu," and his tone softened unconsciously.

He certainly saw the expectation in Lin Zhao's eyes when he heard Shen Youqing's suggestion, and asked.

Do you want to go?

Lin Zhao clenched the hem of her clothes.

"Can I go?"

Shang Yu nodded.

"Go if you want to."

Lin Zhao happily tilted her head back.

"I want to go!"

Shang Yu patted his head.

"Okay, let's go then."

That strange feeling returned, and Lin Zhao's heart was pounding. It was so strange, so he quickly grabbed Shang Yu's hand and pulled him outside.

"Let's hurry home, it's time for lunch."

Shang Yu let him pull him along until they got into the car before he spoke.

"You won't be having lunch at home; you should rest today."

Lin Zhao immediately spoke.

"No, Brother Yu won't be able to eat the food outside."

Shang Yu smiled and squeezed his palm.

"Are you that worried about me?"

Lin Zhao was stung by his blunt teasing, and her cheeks instantly burned bright red.

He suddenly lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling frantically, his fingertips tightly clutching the bouquet in his arms.

He stammered for a long time.

"I... I'm just worried about Brother Ayu. The food outside is too oily and salty. Your stomach isn't good, and it will make you feel uncomfortable."

Actually, he was afraid that Shang Yu would be picky and wouldn't eat lunch, which would cause him to have a stomachache.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Shang Yu's heart melted completely.

"It's okay, this place is alright."

The streets were filled with romance on Qixi Festival, with pink balloons and twinkling lights hanging along the roadside. Couples strolled hand in hand, their laughter echoing throughout the streets.

Lin Zhao leaned against the car window, curiously watching the lively scene outside. She would occasionally turn her head to look at Shang Yu beside her, a shallow dimple always on her lips, her eyes crinkling with joy.

Shang Yu turned his head to look at him, his gaze so tender it could melt hearts, his fingertips constantly playing with his fingertips, as if he could never get enough of it.

The car drove smoothly down the street, and the interior was silent until Shang Yu suddenly spoke.

"Zhaozhao".

"Huh?"

Lin Zhao turned her head to look at him.

Do you have someone you like?

Lin Zhao paused for a moment, then spoke.

"Yes, I have."

Shang Yu suddenly felt nervous, and spoke in a seemingly casual manner.

"Who is it?"

Lin Zhao lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

"Hmm, I like a lot of people."

Shang Yu's face immediately darkened. "They have quite an appetite, and there are many people too." He took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth.

"For example?"

"For example, the director, the children at the orphanage, Xiao Ci, Uncle Li, everyone is very nice, I like them all."

Shang Yu's tense body instantly relaxed, and the jealousy surging in his heart vanished without a trace.

He reached out and ruffled Lin Zhao's hair again.

"Silly boy, why am I not here? Haven't I been good to you?"

Lin Zhao immediately waved his hand and hurriedly explained.

"Of course not, I like him too. Brother Ayu is so good to me, how could I not like him?"

Seeing the seriousness in his voice, Shang Yu couldn't help but feel happy.

But before he could be happy, he remembered that what he meant by "liking" was the same liking as Uncle Li and the others.

But that's not what he wanted to ask.

He gently stroked the top of his head with his fingertips.

"I'm not talking about that kind of liking, it's more like..."

He paused and then added.

"Does Zhaozhao have that kind of romantic love, like the couples you see on the street?"

Lin Zhao suddenly raised her head, her round eyes filled with confusion, as if she had been stumped by the question.

For the past twenty-two years of his life, he has been busy making a living every day and has had no time to think about this.

He originally wanted to answer no directly, but the face of the person in front of him flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

Despite having a cold and aloof personality, she started looking at me with endless tenderness from some point onward.

Even though it had nothing to do with him, she solemnly told herself at the orphanage to trust him, and worked hard every day for this, but didn't want anything in return.

Even though I'm just a lowly nanny or employee, she gave me so many nice things, even buying me clothes and flowers...

Lin Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly lowered her head, her fingertips tightly gripping the ribbon of the bouquet, her ears burning hot.

He opened his mouth, a vague image clearly in his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, and could only shake his head gently.

No, no.