There was no rush
Yuan Xuelan's world froze and exploded. A symphony of lights erupted in his brain.
Of course Liu Sumeng loved him--
Of course--
So many things had already been shared between them. Quiet confessions and heated exchanges.
Yet it was the first time he heard those coveted words.
"I love you."
Ah, Yuan Xuelan should say them back, but he was still stunned. Frozen like some sort of idiot. Pale hands enveloped his, their foreheads met and breath mixed. Yuan Xuelan felt shy, embarrassed to look up and meet the Ivory Sword Saint's eyes. Those deep dark pupils were likely to see through his soul.
"Xuelan?" Liu Sumeng's voice was hesitant.
Yuan Xuelan squeezed and basked in the sweet warmth that enveloped him.
"I…" his voice was a whisper, shy. "Can I call you Liu Chao?"
"..." Liu Sumeng thought about this. "Hm, you may call me what you please."
"But I want to know how Sumeng feels…ah never mind. Please forget about it."