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His heart was pounding like a drum, and his cheeks were as hot as if he had a fever.
After a while, he finally let go of me.
"Yuyu, why are you..."
His eyes were deep, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.
"What about me?"
I asked him with a smile.
"I thought you didn't want to be in public..."
My smile widened. "When did President Lu become so reserved?"
Lu Nancheng's ears quickly turned red.
"Yuyu, you're teasing me."
He sounded aggrieved, like a poor little dog that I had abandoned.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Are you feeling unwell? Why is your heart racing so fast?"
I raised my hand and touched his forehead, and it was indeed surprisingly hot.
"Do you have a fever?"
Lu Nancheng lowered his gaze and softly said, "Whenever I touch you, my body reacts this way."
I was slightly taken aback.
After realizing it, I couldn't help but tease him.
"Then we should have more contact; maybe if we touch a few more times, it will gradually get better."
I said deliberately.
Lu Nancheng's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Yuyu, do you... really want to?"
His surprised expression and satisfied gaze made my heart skip a beat.
This fool.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Lu Nancheng excitedly hugged me, as if he wanted to merge me into his body.
After a long while, he reluctantly let go of me.
“Yuyu, what do I mean to you now? Am I just a sexual partner?”
He asked cautiously.
“Or perhaps, a boyfriend?”
He awaited my response, yet hesitated to hear the answer.
Before I could speak, he buried his face in my neck.
I felt a pang of sympathy for him.
Gently cupping his face, I looked into his dark, bright eyes and answered earnestly:
“Of course, you are my boyfriend.”
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Jiang Shiyan's car stopped in front of an antique courtyard.
Here lived a master wedding dress designer known for his exquisite craftsmanship.
His skills had reached an unparalleled level and were renowned both domestically and internationally, but due to his advanced age, he had long since closed his doors to visitors.
But he didn't know how Jiang Shiyan managed to persuade this master craftsman to agree to help fix the wedding dress that he had ruined.
Walking on the bluestone path, he pondered his thoughts.
He had been with Lin Yu for six years without realizing it.
But he had never considered the idea of proposing.
Years ago, she said that every girl dreams of wearing a wedding dress and marrying the man she loves most.
Indeed, he hadn't done well.
His feelings for Lin Yu were beyond doubt, but he had indeed been attracted to other women.
He knocked on the door.
"Are you here?"
The master greeted him with a smile as he entered.
He wore reading glasses and traditional Chinese clothing, exuding a strong scholarly aura.
"You really did a number on this wedding dress," the master said.
Jiang Shiyan lowered his head in embarrassment.
"I will do my best to help you."
He smiled as he spread the wedding dress out on the table.
The scissors and ruler danced, and it seemed as if flowers bloomed one after another under her hands.
"Young man, did you have a fight with your bride?"
The master smiled kindly, "When I was young, I often had quarrels with my spouse. But later I realized that being together is like wearing a piece of clothing; after a long time, there will always be some mending needed."
"You and your spouse must have a great relationship."
"Absolutely!" The master smiled proudly, "My spouse prepares hot water for me to soak my feet every night. Young man, you'll understand once you get married; finding someone who understands your needs is more important than anything else!"
Jiang Shiyan felt a lump in his throat, nearly brought to tears.
That's right.
Lin Yu was exactly that kind of person who understood him deeply.
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