"I will start talking to you," Yixing raised his hands and helped Huobai sit up. He held Huobai's hands with his own cold and sweaty, showing he was very nervous.
"I'm not perfect. For me, you are the most perfect person. I love you from head to toe-..." Yixing started, but Huobai stopped him immediately. This wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"If my beauty fades, my voice becomes cranky, and my body wrinkles… Will you still love me? If you only like my appearance, that's not love. That's an obsession…" Huobai's voice almost failed him at the end. But he managed to squeeze it out.
Yixing turned around. Huobai thought it meant that he was rejected once more, but Yixing was facing him again, with the bag in his hands.
"This is my answer to you. Maybe I will have to explain it more, but the message should be clear." Yixing handed the bag to Huobai.
And h accepted.