The rain started pouring harder once more.
After listening to Shen Chuhan’s words, Lin Ting’s ears turned red. The blush from his ears spread to his neck, and he blinked rapidly. Suddenly, the voice on the phone stopped after a few seconds, but when he accidentally touched it, it started playing again. Lin Ting listened once more.
Lin Ting was about to hurriedly turn off his phone when he unexpectedly received a new message from Shen Chuhan.
Similarly, a deep voice resonated in Lin Ting’s ears. “Next time, Mr. Lin, would you consider going on a date with me?”
The man’s voice carried a subtle hint of a smile, almost as if he were teasing a small pet. Lin Ting’s breath quivered slightly, and he felt his head spinning even more with anticipation and uncertainty.
“Mr. Shen!” Lin Ting’s voice sounded slightly strained as he pressed the voice button urgently. “Please concentrate on driving!” He couldn’t help but feel concerned for Shen Chuhan’s safety amidst the flurry of emotions swirling within him.
He spoke quickly, sending a short message. Not long after, the man opposite him replied with a simple word.
“Okay.”
The brief response hung in the air, but it couldn’t conceal the evident warmth and softness in the other person’s tone. Lin Ting felt his heart racing and his whole body tingling with excitement.
“Lin Lin?” Yan Zhou approached Lin Ting from the side, curious about what was on his phone.
However, Lin Ting quickly closed the screen, as if trying to hide something.
Yan Zhou tilted his head in confusion. “Who are you talking to, Lin Lin? You’re blushing so much! What did the other person say that you are blushing this much?” he remarked, noticing the flush on Lin Ting’s face.
Blushing?
Lin Ting blinked, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly. He raised his hand and subconsciously wiped his cheek, feeling the heat from his flushed skin.
“Yan Zhou,” Lin Ting grabbed Yan Zhou’s arm, “I think I have a fever.”
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhou quickly reached out and touched Lin Ting’s forehead, checking his temperature. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he felt it was quite normal. “No, it was quite normal,” he said.
Then, his eyes slid down from Lin Ting’s forehead and landed on Lin Ting’s flushed cheeks.
Yan Zhou’s fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, as if a realization had dawned upon him. He leaned in closer to Lin Ting’s ear and whispered softly, “Lin Lin, are you feeling shy? Do you like him?”
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Lin Ting’s eyes widened in disbelief. His expression was almost unbearable as he stuttered, “Like… what, what do you mean like, I, I, I…” He struggled to form coherent words, his tongue stumbling over itself as he tried to express his thoughts.
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Lin Ting puffed out his cheeks and hit Yan Zhou’s chest with his elbow, but deep down, his heart was still beating extra hard because of Yan Zhou’s teasing.
Does he like Shen Chuhan? Lin Ting instinctively raised his hand to cover his chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. It dawned on him that this was truly the first time he had experienced such emotions. In the past, people tended to keep their distance from him due to his shortcomings.
Shen Chuhan was the first person, aside from his family and friends, to show him such kindness.
As Lin Ting reflected on Shen Chuhan’s question, “Will you marry me?” the words echoed in his mind once more.
He couldn’t help but wonder about the sincerity behind Shen Chuhan’s words. Was it a genuine proposal, or merely because of the pleasant atmosphere they shared at the time?
After all, he didn’t really know Shen Chuhan well. Nor does Shen Chuhan know him well.
Yan Zhou walked beside Lin Ting, sheltering them both with an umbrella from the falling rain. As the raindrops hit the umbrella, they produced a soothing “pitter-patter” sound, almost drowning out the sound of Lin Ting’s heartbeat.
After that date, Shen Chuhan always took the initiative to contact Lin Ting. Whenever they would be free, they would spend some time talking on the phone. During their conversations, Shen Chuhan would often hear some interesting stories from Lin Ting.
“Can I meet Mr. Lin this afternoon?” Shen Chuhan asked, his tone was polite yet eager.
The sunlight poured in through the window, covering Lin Ting’s hand. He looked confused as he held up his phone. “Huh? This afternoon?” he asked after hearing Shen Chuhan’s question.
“Yes,” Shen Chuhan replied. “There’s a painting exhibition coming up, and the artist is someone Mr. Lin might know about it. I thought Mr. Lin might be interested in going.”
Lin Ting said nothing after hearing this. He waited patiently for Shen Chuhan to continue speaking.
“Blind artist, George Redhawk,” Shen Chuhan replied, his voice carrying a unique tone that added a distinct flavor when pronouncing the English name.
Lin Ting’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes! I know him,” he exclaimed. “I really admire him! After hearing his story it has inspired me to start painting. I’ve always been a fan of his work!”
After uttering those words, Lin Ting paused, his brows furrowing in thought as he mulled over something. A thoughtful expression crossed his face as he spoke again.
“How did Mr. Shen know that I…” he began, his curiosity evident in his tone as he trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.
“You mentioned it a few days ago,” the man on the other end of the phone answered calmly. “If Mr. Lin is willing, I’ll come to pick you up in the afternoon.”
Lin Ting found himself unable to refuse Shen Chuhan’s request, so he agreed without hesitation.
After ending the call with Shen Chuhan, Lin Ting couldn’t help but feel that Shen Chuhan was more attentive and considerate than he had initially thought.
He lowered his head, feeling the gentle sunlight on his head, which turned his black hair into a light chestnut color. Lin Ting didn’t realize how happy he looked. As he turned around to leave a message, someone interrupted his thoughts: “Brother, you’re smiling so much. Are you in love?”
It was his sister Lin Qiyu.
Lin Qiyu, who is seventeen years old, enthusiastically approached Lin Ting and gently linked her arm with his. She leaned in close to him, her eyes filled with warmth and curiosity, as she tried to discern his emotions and thoughts just by looking at his expression.
“No,” Lin Ting quickly responded. He and Shen Chuhan were simply friends for now, and they hadn’t progressed to the point of being in love yet.
“Is that so?” Lin Qiyu’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she tilted her head, studying Lin Ting’s face intently. She noticed a slight blush creeping up his cheeks and a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With a playful grin, she reached out and gently poked his cheek, feeling the warmth beneath her finger. “But your expression tells a different story brother.” she teased.
Lin Ting caught the girl’s finger in his hand. He asked “Oh, really? And what exactly does it tell?”
Lin Qiyu glanced at him, then smiled with a raised eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful grin. “My brother’s expression clearly indicated that you were being loved well,” she remarked.
Lin Ting blinked and gently patted her head. “Nonsense,” he replied with a chuckle, dismissing her teasing comment.
“No way!” Lin Qiyu exclaimed as she sat down on his bed, placing her hands behind her back. With a curious expression, she tilted her head and asked, “Who is that person?”
Ignoring her, Lin Ting stretched out his hand to grab the handrail on the wall and walked slowly toward the closet.
Lin Qiyu trailed behind him like a chirping little sparrow. “Is it Brother Yan Zhou from next door?” she ventured, her tone suggesting she was trying to piece together the puzzle.
Lin Ting’s shoulders tensed as he heard her suggestion. “Yan Zhou and I are just friends,” he asserted, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. His posture remained rigid, a subtle indication of his discomfort with the assumption.
“Well…” Lin Qi Yu’s dark eyes rolled twice, then she grabbed Lin Ting’s arm and swung it around. “Come on, brother, just tell me! I promise I won’t tell anyone!” she pleaded.
Lin Ting pulled out a bag from the closet, containing a sweater and vest.
Lin Qiyu’s coquettish charm proved too irresistible to resist. After a moment’s thought, he realized that there was nothing to hide with regard to Shen Chuhan, so sharing with Lin Qiyu didn’t seem like a big deal.
“He’s the guy I met on a blind date recently,” Lin Ting explained as he put on his sweater and buttoned up his shirt. “He’s really nice, so we’ve been staying in touch.”
Lin Ting continued talking, unaware that his sister had suddenly fallen silent.
“Qi Yu?” Lin Ting called out softly, noticing his sister’s sudden silence.
“He’s… he’s here!” Lin Qiyu exclaimed, suddenly springing to her feet. “Oh, Brother, you’re going on a date, right? Hurry up and get ready! Don’t keep him waiting too long!” she urged, her excitement evident as she encouraged Lin Ting to prepare for his outing.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qiyu dashed off, leaving Lin Ting alone in the room. Despite her departure, Lin Ting persisted in clarifying, “It’s not a date! We’re just meeting to go to an art exhibition together!”
“That’s weird,” Lin Ting muttered, his lips curled into a smile as he reached for his coat. Each of his clothes had a special tag on it. After getting used to it over time, Lin Ting could easily find the clothes he wanted to wear even if he couldn’t see them.
After changing, Lin Ting instinctively walked to the mirror, but all he saw was a blurry image. He sighed with regret. He wondered if Shen Chuhan would like his outfit.
After a while, it suddenly became afternoon. As soon as Lin Ting got a call from Shen Chuhan, he headed out right away.
As Lin Ting’s hurried footsteps echoed, Shen Chuhan quickly said, his voice carrying a sense of urgency and reassurance. “Don’t rush, Mr. Lin,” he urged, “take your time coming down. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Okay, okay,” Lin Ting replied, but he didn’t slow his pace at all. He continued walking briskly, eager to meet Shen Chuhan without delay.
Even though it was a nice day, the winter wind still stung Lin Ting’s face as he stepped out of the door downstairs. His nose turned red from the chilly breeze.
Unable to see through the whiteness, Lin Ting couldn’t figure out where Shen Chuhan was. He furrowed his brow, trying hard to find any sign of a dark figure nearby amidst the brightness around him.
Unfortunately, it had snowed overnight, muffling all sounds around Lin Ting. All he could hear was the soft rustling of his feet against the snow as he walked. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled into a warm embrace.
“I miss you so much,” Shen Chuhan’s voice echoed in Lin Ting’s ears as a figure blocked the strong sunlight, leaving Lin Ting momentarily dazed. Startled, his hands instinctively reached out and grabbed onto Shen Chuhan’s clothes.
“Didn’t I tell you to come down slowly? What if you fall?” Shen Chuhan’s voice carried a hint of concern as he gently scolded Lin Ting. Lowering his eyelashes, he focused on the young man’s reddened ears, resisting the urge to reach out and give them a rub.
Lin Ting snuggled into Shen Chuhan’s arms and replied grumpily, “Because I wanted to see you, Mr. Shen, as soon as possible.”
So even if I fall, I will still run to see you.
He nuzzled against Shen Chuhan’s chest with the tip of his nose.
At that moment, Lin Ting suddenly felt like he and Shen Chuhan were a loving couple.
Cute😍
Is that the look of not in love yet?? 😂
These two are going to give me diabetes.
Thank you for the chapter. 🤍
it’s not as if, YOU GUYS R A LOVING COUPLE
I’m enjoying my dog food (•‿•)
Hihi so cute 🥰 🥺
Thank You for the new chapter (੭ु´･ω･`)੭ु⁾⁾❤
Sweet heat…so cute!
Shower me with more dog food pls uwu
Pro-tip: try not to read a psychological thriller right before fluff, or everything in the fluff becomes suspect. Me, trying to read the fluff, but brain anticipating the horror: 😱
Don’t read fluff before horror because you’ll look for romance in everything😋
Because you are!!!
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
So this is what premium dog food tastes like