Xu Xinghe felt his heart beating fast.

When he participated in the school sports meeting that year, after he won the best 1,000-meter score in his life in one breath, his heartbeat didn't seem to be as fast as it is now.

He froze on the bed and moved his lips, but made no sound.

He just stared at Ling Changfeng with his black eyes of a deer open.

Ling Changfeng expected Xu Xinghe's various reactions after receiving the confession.

Worst-case scenario is to simply say no, and then throw yourself out of the room in a fit of rage.

He thought, anyway, their wedding date is still more than half a year, even if they are rejected this time, he still has time to slowly break in.

Besides, his little spouse has already promised to go on a honeymoon trip with him, right? Things didn't look so bad either way.

However, when things came to an end, Ling Changfeng realized that what made him more flustered than being rejected outright was that Xu Xinghe didn't respond at all.

Like a little puppet whose soul was drained, it simply froze in place.

Ling Changfeng licked his inner lips, suddenly a little nervous.

He hadn't felt this kind of emotion that seemed to be a primary school student anxiously waiting for the results of the entrance exam for a long time.

It was maddeningly quiet in the ward.

Marshal Ling pressed the corners of his mouth in this silent atmosphere, and suddenly regretted—

This may not be a good time indeed.

His little spouse has just recovered from the shadow of being kidnapped, at least he shouldn't scare him at this time.

Ling Changfeng waited in fear for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes slowly in the silence without echo: "You..."

He originally wanted to say, you should have a good rest first, and you can talk about other things when you wake up.

However, in the next moment, a fragrant and charming floral fragrance suddenly exploded in the air.

Together with the aroma, it quickly swept the entire ward with a prairie fire.

The little hedgehog on the hospital bed finally recovered from the huge shock.

Although people are still motionless, the pheromone aroma that cannot be concealed has begun to flow everywhere in the air.

Ling Changfeng moved slightly on both sides of his nose.

There is an intoxicating sweet scent in the sky.

He seemed to see the buds blooming in front of him one after another, forming a beautiful poem.

Ling Changfeng was immersed in the smell that made him slightly dizzy, and thought in a trance that when he first saw Xu Xinghe, he was attracted by this smell.

In fact, there is no need for any instrument testing. From the first time he saw Xu Xinghe, he instinctively knew that this oga must have a very high degree of matching with himself.

But he was still stubbornly unwilling to believe in destiny, and only when the matching marriage came to him dramatically did he calmly nodded and agreed to the marriage.

Now that think about it, what a blessing.

Outside the window, night falls, and the grand lights of the Star Floating City and the stars and moon above the night sky shine together, creating a picture of light and shadow.

Ling Changfeng turned his eyes to the person in front of him again.

Through the unique breath of the other party, he smelled Xu Xinghe's panic, anxiety, and confusion at the moment...

There is also a little bit of coyness, and the ignorant heartbeat like a deer.

If this pheromone had a concrete appearance, it would probably have stretched out the branches with slightly thorns, wrapping around his heart again and again.

The tender branches and leaves poked softly at the tip of his heart.

Slightly itchy, but not painful.

The smile slowly climbed up Ling Changfeng's pair of eyes.

He suddenly stopped waiting for that answer.

In a sense, the pheromone breath in the air at this moment has already given some answers before his dull master.

Ling Changfeng turned slightly to the side, and asked Xu Xinghe in a leisurely manner, "Do you still want to listen to bedtime stories?"

Xu Xinghe was still immersed in the huge shock of being confessed just now, and his lips trembled when he heard the words: "What?"

Ling Changfeng regained his usual tone and said calmly, "Bedtime stories, if you want to hear them, I'll tell you a few more."

Xu Xinghe shook his head like a rattle.

He thought that a bedtime story had already led to such an earth-shattering confession, and his fragile little heart at this moment probably couldn't bear more bedtime stories.

But just after shaking his head, he regretted it again.

This is clearly a perfect time to change the subject.

If he didn't listen to the story, wouldn't he have to turn around and face Ling Changfeng's confession again?

Xu Xinghe raised his eyes and said, wanting to cry without tears: "Can I go back? I want to hear the story again now."

Ling Changfeng looked at him and revealed his intentions: "Do you want to hear the story because you don't want to answer my question?"

Xu Xinghe: "..."

Rather than saying that you don't want to answer, it's better to say that you don't know how to answer.

It was only at this moment that Xu Xinghe realized that he had not seriously examined his marriage with Ling Changfeng, nor had he faced the matching relationship between them.

In his initial perception, his second marriage lasted for at most one year, and he was destined to leave after one year.

If that's the case, why bother?

But now, Ling Changfeng said that he liked him.

So what about yourself?

Do you like him too?

Xu Xinghe did not know.

It stands to reason that if you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it.

But his feelings for Ling Changfeng seemed to be a little more complicated.

If you like it, it's probably not enough, and if you don't like it, it's even less.

Team Leader Xu, who has been married twice but has zero love experience, is really having a hard time discerning his feelings from the complex emotions at this moment.

For a time, my heart was numb, and I just wanted to put all my emotions into a ball of thread, and then throw them into the basket, out of sight.

Xu Xinghe lowered his head, trying to temporarily avoid this question, and said, "I don't know either..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that it was not very good to say it, and it was a bit hanging on others, so he simply gave up on himself: "I mean, I think you are a good person, and I don't hate you at all, but we seem to, Maybe, maybe... not quite right."

In the end, he chose an answer with a stronger rejection.

Ling Changfeng didn't seem to be surprised when he heard what he said, instead he asked in a persuasive manner: "What do you think is inappropriate for us?"

Unlike Xu Xinghe, who was nervous at the moment, Marshal Ling felt relieved after a long time after he said the words in his heart. This kind of ease is reflected in his words and deeds, and it doesn't look like he just confessed and was rejected.

Xu Xinghe thought carefully along his question: "Our identity, age..."

Ling Changfeng said: "These are relatively easy problems to overcome, and they don't affect our normal relationship, do they?"

Xu Xinghe added: "Our personalities, hobbies, common topics..."

Ling Changfeng said: "I don't have any special hobbies, but if you are interested, I can learn it slowly. I will try to understand the topic you are interested in."

After a pause, he added with a serious look: "I can cook with you in the future, too."

Xu Xinghe was completely shocked: "No, no need..."

He made up for Ling Changfeng wearing an apron and appeared in the kitchen, his body shivered suddenly, as if he was struck by an invisible thunder.

However, Ling Changfeng had already compromised to this point, and he really couldn't tell what was wrong with the two for a while.

In the face of the attitude of the other party, it seems that any problem can be solved easily.

"But, but there's no need for you to wrong yourself so much." Xu Xinghe lowered his head and began to move his poor fingers again.

"You are in this position, as long as you want to look for it, you can always find someone who is more suitable than me." Xu Xinghe said, "So you don't have to do this... It's mine."

Marshal Ling heard him say that, but his eyes dimmed a little, his tone returned to his usual calm and indifference, and he asked slowly, "Who said I was going to take care of you?"

Xu Xinghe raised his eyes and seemed to sense his mood swings, but he didn't know why: "Ah?"

"If I find someone else after you, that's the end." Ling Changfeng suddenly lost his temper when he met the bewildered little deer's eyes.

On the contrary, one couldn't hold back, reached out and rubbed the fluffy head, and said softly: "Don't say such things again, I like you, not in the future."

"Oh." Xu Xinghe licked his lips, his mind was muddy, and he didn't know how much he heard.

Marshal Ling felt a little helpless and started another topic: "You just said that you think I'm a good person?"

Yitong slanted slightly, and asked reluctantly, "Where is my person?"

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He turned his head stiffly to look at Ling Changfeng, and said to himself, "Isn't that a polite remark just now?"

Team Leader Xu was speechless for a while, but in the face of Ling Changfeng's questioning and slightly hopeful gaze, he reluctantly restarted his downed brain, thought for a moment, and then replied bravely, "I think your Pheromone smells good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly inspired by some kind of inspiration, and continued: "Look, this is the reason why I said that this matter is not easy to screen. I think your pheromone smells very good, can this be considered a liking?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Changfeng nodded: "I think so."

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He asked again: "I think you are very safe and reliable, can that count as liking?"

Ling Changfeng continued to nod: "I think it's okay."

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He felt that the conversation could not continue.

Ling Changfeng looked at him with almost gentle eyes: "This at least shows that you don't hate me."

"Of course." Xu Xinghe admitted this point generously, "I really don't hate you at all."

Ling Changfeng's eyes flashed lightly: "If that's the case, then don't reject me..."

After speaking for a while, he further slowed down his voice, "Are you okay?"

"You don't need to give me an answer soon." Ling Changfeng looked at Xu Xinghe's silence, and looked out the window again.

The flowers and trees outside the window are swaying gently in the autumn wind at night.

As the flower branches trembled, the white petals fell like fine snow, bringing bursts of fragrant wind.

And he knew that no matter how fragrant the flower was, it would definitely not be as sweet as one ten thousandth of the fragrance here.

"You can have a long time to think, and you don't need to feel any burden about it. You are the favored party, and naturally you have more options."

Ling Changfeng turned his head, his voice serious and quiet.

There was a little smile in Yitong's eyes, as if to melt the cold eyes that had been frozen for ten thousand years: "You can answer me anytime. I will always be here, waiting for your answer."