Mai Dong had a crush on Yan Xuming for four years, and not even in his dreams did he imagine that one day Yan Xuming would confess his feelings to him. Just as Li Shengnan remarked, Mai Dong couldn’t help but wonder if this was a blessing from the heavens.
Yan Xuming displayed an incredible amount of patience. After expressing his feelings, he gently looked at Mai Dong, waiting for him to process and accept the confession. Yan Xuming always had this considerate demeanor, giving off the impression that he could handle anything in the world. However, for reasons unknown to Mai Dong, he hesitated and didn’t say “yes.”
This was undoubtedly a joyous occasion for Mai Dong. He finally received the confession he had been anticipating all afternoon, holding a large bouquet of roses given by his crush. It seemed that the only thing left for him to do now was utter a single word—”yes.” With that, the four-year-long secret crush would come to a satisfying conclusion, opening the door to a new chapter.
However, for Mai Dong, that single word suddenly became heavy and difficult to utter.
He was even a little afraid.
This fear stemmed from an inexplicable pessimism. Despite the smooth progress, what kind of outcome would this new beginning lead to? Mai Dong’s eyes reddened, hastily raising a hand to wipe away a tear, thinking that perhaps brushing away the first drop would be enough.
Without truly beginning to possess, Mai Dong had already started worrying about losing it, as if anticipating the worst before it even unfolded.
In his perspective, faced with the choice between “never getting close to Yan Xuming” and “having Yan Xuming and then losing him,” he would definitely choose the former. This way, the heartbreak and yearning would be less intense. This thought didn’t arise from Mai Dong’s lack of trust in Yan Xuming but rather from his lack of confidence in himself.
Perhaps Mai Dong should admit to himself that he did harbor some insecurities, not just when facing Yan Xuming.
Mai Dong has been keeping records very early, His brain seemed to be exceptionally functional from a very young age. He remembers that in kindergarten, the teacher favored him the most, and the other kids in the class liked him too because he always had the latest toys and the most interesting comic books, generously sharing them with others.
Back then, Mai Dong could be described as a social butterfly, enjoying engaging in various activities.
Helping girls tie their hair, participating in the kindergarten paper-cutting competition, and actively raising his hand to invite children from the neighboring class to play games.
One day during a game class, Little Mai Dong ran back to the classroom to fetch his water bottle and overheard the teacher talking to someone.
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In hindsight, when he grew up, Mai Dong reflected on the past and realized he was overly sensitive at that time.
Although what the kindergarten teacher said completely went against professional ethics, understanding it from a logical perspective made sense. It was similar to how he didn’t have any interest in translating for the international debate team, but he had his own purposes. This didn’t mean he disliked everyone on the debate team.
However, at that age, the thoughts of young children were too simple. They played with whoever was fun, and most didn’t delve into feelings of “liking” or “disliking” to such a profound extent.
Nevertheless, these incidents inevitably had a significant impact on Mai Dong. For a long time, he believed that excellence and popularity belonged to someone else, not himself, but to the generic “Mai Dong,” and there were many Mai Dongs in the world.
He was unwilling to stand in the public eye and detested socializing. Perhaps he knew he had a small anxiety, but he considered it inconsequential. This way of life spared him a lot of trouble.
Mai Dong no longer expected others to like him, and he didn’t need to expend energy differentiating between them. Over time, he even forgot about this small anxiety within himself.
Yan Xuming’s confession successfully stirred up Mai Dong’s long-buried ailment.
Mai Dong made a concerted effort to control his emotions, but for a moment, he still wondered, ‘Yan Xuming said he likes me. Of course, I believe him, but how long will he like me?’ His eyes were red, and the orange roses in his arms were a pale shade of yellowish-orange. The fresh-cut flowers emitted a sweet floral fragrance, filling his nostrils with the scent of love.
Mai Dong didn’t want to be someone who was overcautious and indecisive, and he really wanted to say yes without reservation.
Because even if they were to break up tomorrow, today he wanted to be Yan Xuming’s boyfriend. Yes, Mai Dong’s current thoughts contradicted his earlier ones.
Just a moment ago, he felt that it might be better not to have approached at all rather than experience the pain of having and then losing. Perhaps he was a Mai Dong who was fickle, indecisive, and unsure of his own feelings.
Yan Xuming stood up.
He rose from his seat, walked over to Mai Dong, and first bent down to tightly take the bouquet of flowers that Mai Dong was holding in his arms. Placing it on the empty space of the sofa, Yan Xuming exerted a bit of strength because Mai Dong was holding on tightly. He then gently held Mai Dong’s wrist. “Come with me to the bathroom, okay?”
Mai Dong was very much at the mercy of others, Yan Xuming held him and he naturally followed.
The restroom of a high-class Western restaurant was indeed quite different. The fragrance that greeted them upon entering seemed even more delightful than the floral scent that had filled Mai Dong’s nostrils earlier. Everywhere was spotlessly clean, the tiles were polished to almost reflect light, and there was not a hint of any unpleasant restroom odor.
The two of them didn’t enter a cubicle but stood by the spacious sink area outside. Yan Xuming had Mai Dong lean against the wall, and without hesitation, he used two fingers to gently lift Mai Dong’s chin and then leaned in, kissing away the tears at the corner of Mai Dong’s eyes.
It was as if he sighed, “Don’t cry, Mai Dong. When you cry that much, I feel like kissing you.”
Mai Dong’s eyes darted nervously. “People might see us here.”
Yan Xuming responded with a thoughtful ‘en.’ “Let them see. Why are you crying? I thought you’d be happy.”
Mai Dong shook his head. He cautiously reached out, encircling Yan Xuming’s waist, feeling the embrace genuinely coming from Yan Xuming. Emotions overwhelmed him, a mixture of happiness and worry. With a slight quiver in his voice, he said, “I’m very happy, really.”
Yan Xuming asked him, “Are you not satisfied with my confession? Do you want to reject me?”
Mai Dong shook his head as fast as he could, “Of course not.”
Yan Xuming chuckled, “Oh, then will you say yes to me?”
Mai Dong nodded and said, “Yes.”
Mai Dong wanted to set aside his jumbled thoughts for now. He could ponder over them later in the dormitory, write them down in his diary, and analyze them word by word. He didn’t want his teary episode to affect the atmosphere of the evening. Taking a deep breath, he put on a smile for Yan Xuming, “Shall we go back for dinner? The dishes might be…”
Mai Dong almost exclaimed in shock, but his words were cut short as the room spun before him. Luckily, a hand was there to support him behind his waist. Staggering and nearly losing balance, by the time he regained clarity, he found himself pressed against the partition of the restroom cubicle. His inquiry was on the tip of his tongue, but unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to speak.
Yan Xuming’s lips descended, devoid of gentleness at this stage. Mai Dong’s lips were sucked until swollen, the movements between their lips and tongues were intense, making Mai Dong forget how to breathe. He couldn’t resist, and involuntarily let out two muffled refusals from his throat. His waist and legs turned weak, and just as he felt his body slipping down, he sensed something pressing between his legs, steadying his form.
Help …
Mai Dong felt like he was about to boil over. Just a moment ago, this person had confessed to him with a gentlemanly and gentle attitude, and within less than a minute of accepting, things had taken a turn. Mai Dong’s mind short-circuited, passively enduring everything. As the kiss continued, the lack of oxygen surprisingly brought a mysterious sense of pleasure.
Yan Xuming’s kiss eased some of Mai Dong’s uneasiness.
Mai Dong always thought he understood Yan Xuming. Throughout the four years of his secret crush, Mai Dong had done his best to objectively shape Yan Xuming as a person in his mind. He believed he was quite successful. Except for minor details like his tastes in food, which might have some deviations, the general direction had never been wrong.
Despite that, Mai Dong had never seen Yan Xuming like this, and he believed it was a version of Yan Xuming that no one had ever witnessed. In the oxygen-deprived state, Mai Dong felt intense love and possessiveness. Surprisingly, Mai Dong discovered that, for himself, this distorted expression of affection was far more effective than gentle coaxing.
Mai Dong had no idea how time passed. He even suspected that it might have been half an hour already when Yan Xuming finally released him. Gasping for breath with his mouth wide open, Mai Dong realized he was now sitting entirely on Yan Xuming’s raised thigh. His face turned crimson, and he struggled to sit upright, only to be pulled back into Yan Xuming’s embrace once again.
“Mai Dong, how about we hold off on officially dating for now and enter a trial period, okay?”
Mai Dong was startled, thinking Yan Xuming might be dissatisfied with the previous kiss. He became a bit anxious and quickly explained, “I… I will work hard to learn how to kiss better. You don’t have to…”
Yan Xuming chuckled, “Alright, stop saying such cute things. Mai Dong, if you’re hesitant, I’m afraid you might regret it.”
Mai Dong frowned, “I’m not hesitating, and I won’t regret it.”
Dr. God Mai was also quite peculiar. When others confessed to him, he hesitated a lot, but now that the other party was in doubt, he was eager to solidify the situation, afraid it might actually go awry.
They are finally officially together! (TTwTT)/ But I feel that MD stepped into wolf’s trap!
Thank You for the new chapter ♡⃛*⁎⋆(꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ)
No theyre not official yet 🤧
Noooo, allow me to dream~! 😭
Sorry to shatter your dream 😭
Kittens, I want to see your happiness
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Yan xuming is the definition of wolf in sheep’s clothing 🐺 lol how he immediately jumped maizi when he said yes XD and im thinking he suggested the trial period just to be considerate of mai dong, maybe they’re both insecure in their own ways~