Relationship

What kind of relationship do we have?

Yu Huan finally asked this question.

This was not a rational question. When she asked, it could only go two ways: they either clear up the ambiguity and become a couple; or continue to work together. However, they could not be total strangers as they had to interact during work. They could lower their heads and not look at each other, but when they looked up, they could only be awkward.

But at this moment, Yu Huan had to ask the question.

It might be his indulgence that gave her courage, or it might be because she was tired of him keeping his distance.

“How do you want me to answer?” She heard him ask back after a long time.

Why did he always leave the question to her?

She definitely wanted a serious relationship, not just a physical connection.

She wanted that title—the title of girlfriend.

A title where she could openly hold hands with him in public, and listen to him introduce her with, “This is my girlfriend.” She wanted to go on dates with him and celebrate Valentine’s Day.

At the moment the question emerged, her mind was already clear about the answer.

Didn’t he understand me?

Why do I have to say it?

When it came to this kind of thing, he was still using words to dodge her like “What girlfriend? It’s just a title. We can still do intimate things without the title.”

Silence was hard to take.

Yu Huan tightly pressed her lips. Her breathing became rapid. Her eyes suddenly got a little wet.

The delight from the moment she saw him was like a bubble that he produced and had burst with a gentle touch.

“Okay, I understand.” After that long moment, she turned around and no longer looked at him.

She got up from the bathtub. Despite being wet all over, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked out.

She walked in such a hurry that she almost slipped. Gao Yan reached out to hold her, taking the chance to pull her in. When she recovered, she realized that she had been pulled into his arms again.

A warm breath brushed over her face.

She clearly heard him sigh and then spoke in a somewhat helpless tone, “Don’t you know anything?”

“Why do you still not believe me? Did you think I came this far to fuck with you?” he asked in a low voice, lowering his head to gaze at her, as if he was a little tired.

“Can…”

Yu Huan wanted to say something, but in the next second, her chin was held.

The back of her head was restrained, and his warm, soft lips covered hers completely, pressind intimately.

He gently swept across her teeth and leaned in, stroking her tongue as he explored, and licked her lips delicately

This kiss was a bit different from the previous one.

It seems as if there were lingering soft feelings: tenderness, cherishment, affectionate, possessive… all kinds of emotions he was trying to pass from his lips to hers.

Yu Huan didn’t realize she had responded to Gao Yan.

When he released her, she heard his deep magnetic voice, accompanied by his breathing. “Do you know how I felt that day at the hotel when you asked me if I would attend your wedding?”

“My feelings were what you were feeling just now,” he added.

“What do you mean?” She blinked and then suddenly replied, “You mean, you mean you—”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “I thought that at that moment, you can’t pretend to be stupid anymore.”

“But… it’s you who’s pretending to be stupid.”

“Because I’ve been waiting for you to actively pursue me, but you always show an indifferent attitude.”

“… I’m not indifferent.”

Yu Huan wanted to explain. But then she remembered the many boundaries between them that she had actually set at the beginning.

For example, when they were making love, they did not turn on the lights because she was afraid of remembering what was happening clearly.

For example, no staying overnight because cuddling could deepen her dependence on him more than making love. Similar, with kissing.

For example, every specific message might lead to chatting more frequently and create feelings of falling in love.

…

She rarely tried to figure out the chaotic, ambiguous, and tangled emotions.

She didn’t have the courage to speak up and tell him that she was both longing for him and terrified of him, fearing that crossing a boundary would break apart their relationship.

“So, what you mean is, you like me?” Yu Huan concluded.

“Yes.” Gao Yan nodded, without saying more. His eyes were only gently looking at her, as if his eyes were silently conveying his love for her.

While being looked at by him like that, Yu Huan felt her chest slightly begin to rise again into joy…

But at the same time, she was surprised and asked, “When did it start?”

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