Chapter 42: Hard to Last Long

Chapter 42: Hard to Last Long

Sheng Xiyang, who had lived twenty years without dating, was now feeling both charred and tender from the flirtation.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, with smoke rising from his head.

His face and ears were probably bright red.

For some reason, Sheng Xiyang felt his heart pounding fast.

But in the past, when his male friends confessed to him, he only wanted to run away, insisting he wasn't gay while keeping his distance, never feeling this way, and even resorting to harsh words to reject them when pushed too far.

But why, facing Sheng Ai...

Sheng Xiyang always had an irresistible feeling.

Especially when Sheng Ai propped his chin up, tilting his head slightly to look at Sheng Xiyang. The office light was soft, and he looked naturally gentle and refined. His gaze made it impossible for Sheng Xiyang to escape.

Sheng Xiyang started to bury himself in his soup.

His ears were burning, and only after finishing the entire bowl did he feel the temperature drop a bit. He stole a glance at Sheng Ai, relieved that Sheng Ai was no longer looking at him.

What does this mean...

Sheng Xiyang lowered his head. The previous statement sounded like a confession, and Sheng Ai said it could be interpreted that way, seeing no problem with it...

Was he supposed to take it as a confession?

No way! This seemed off somehow!

However, before Sheng Xiyang could think more about it, Sheng Ai finished his work and stood up, saying, "It's late." Pausing briefly, he looked at Sheng Xiyang, "Let's go home."

Sheng Xiyang replied, "Oh, okay..."

When they left the business premises, the outside world grew even quieter, and the sky darkened.

Sheng Xiyang sat in Sheng Ai's car, gazing out the window.

The road was quiet, perhaps due to the late hour, with few pedestrians and little traffic.

Sheng Xiyang stared out the window for a long time, not really seeing anything. After a while, he fiddled with the seatbelt and suddenly asked Sheng Ai, "Brother, you're still so young, do you plan to live alone for the rest of your life?"

This question wouldn't have seemed unusual under normal circumstances.

But Sheng Xiyang now felt that asking it right after a confession-like conversation was like probing something!

Sheng Ai glanced at Sheng Xiyang while driving but didn't answer immediately.

After a moment of silence, Sheng Ai said, "Living alone or with someone else, in today's world... I find it hard to last long." A hint of emotion flashed in his eyes, "Even the closest people can't guarantee staying together forever, and the best friends can part ways."

"Ever since I realized this a few years ago," Sheng Ai's voice was slightly low, "I stopped hoping to spend my life with anyone." Pausing, he added, "Besides..."

Sheng Ai concluded, "I like men, which makes it even more certain that I cannot have such companionship."

Sheng Xiyang remained silent.

They drove back to Sheng Mansion, and Sheng Xiyang got out of the car, following behind Sheng Ai, watching his back.

Halfway through, Sheng Xiyang suddenly spoke.

"Brother."

Sheng Ai's steps paused slightly, turning around.

The mansion's lights shone brightly, casting a long shadow on the steps. He wore a suit vest, accentuating his slender waist, and turned to look at Sheng Xiyang.

Sheng Xiyang took a step forward.

With his hands behind his back, he lifted his face and smiled cutely, "If you don't mind, I can promise you that I will stay by your side until I die."

Sheng Ai was stunned.

The light poured down, and time seemed to stretch. After a long moment, Sheng Ai reached out, placing his palm on Sheng Xiyang's hair. In a moment of impulse, he slid his hand to Sheng Xiyang's neck.

Sheng Xiyang was taken aback.

In the next moment, Sheng Ai gently pulled Sheng Xiyang closer, bringing him into his embrace, letting Sheng Xiyang's forehead rest against his chest, and softly rubbing his neck.

Sheng Xiyang was completely stunned.

Their shadows overlapped, appearing to others as a brotherly gesture.

But for Sheng Xiyang, it was entirely different.

And for Sheng Ai, was it also... different?