“Bao Xi blinked his big eyes at me, seeming to want to see through my heart, ‘Little Han, you’re lying! You’re clearly concerned about yesterday’s Mo…’ Before he could finish, Shang covered his mouth, ‘Little kid, don’t talk nonsense.’ I knew what Bao Xi wanted to say, and I admitted to myself that I was indeed concerned about what Mo Ran said yesterday. Why did he ask me to the roof? I’d never seen Mo Ran look so serious.
I know what Mo Ran means, but I’ll still play dumb! After all, I understand my feelings for him, and being too frank would only hurt him. I don’t want to end up losing our friendship. ‘Oh, didn’t I already let you take a step further and become my son? Your status is already quite high!’
Mo Ran looked up at the stars, dissatisfied. After a while, he said again: ‘You know that’s not what I mean. I would rather not be your good friend, buddy, or son. I’d rather give up everything and take the position of a lover!’
Oh no, this time I’m truly at a loss for words. ‘Mo Ran…’ His tears flowed from the corner of his eyes. This was the first time I’d seen Mo Ran cry. I never expected him to cry when facing emotions.
I wiped away his tears with my fingertips. ‘You know? Sometimes, feelings can’t be forced. It’s not that everyone in the world ends up with the person they like. The most important thing is mutual affection. Even if we can’t be lovers, can we still be good friends?’
“No.” Moran’s single word made me shudder. Damn, he’s so difficult. Then Moran turned his head, wearing his usual cunning smile: “I want to become sworn siblings with you.” His smile made me relax a bit.
I deliberately raised an eyebrow at Moran, “Who says we’d be brother and sister? Why not sister and brother?” Moran stubbornly pursed his lips: “Who says so! I’m clearly older!” “Tch, little one, how old are you?” I looked at him disdainfully, and he replied: “Seventeen.”
I stood up indignantly, “But I’m taller!” Moran silently stood up, towering over me. Oh heavens, how unfair! “Well, I’m better at martial arts!”
