Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wei Zhe'an shook his head weakly and buried his face deeply in Li Jinhe's arms, as if he had found shelter and peace, and was unwilling to move at all.

At this moment, the room manager knocked on the door again: "Sir, the next room has been prepared for you. There is a medicine box in it. You can tidy up there. We have called the police and they will be here soon."

Li Jinhe quickly took off his coat and gently covered Wei Zhe'an's head with it to block his view from the outside world.

He carefully picked up Wei Zhe'an and carried him horizontally, and said to the manager, "Please make sure no one else comes up to this floor, and don't let anyone here leave. I will settle all the expenses later."

The room manager seemed a little panicked and waved his hands quickly: "You are too polite. You are Mr. Zhou's friend. This is what we should do. We will fully cooperate with the police comrades in their work."

Li Jinhe nodded slightly, and walked into the next room with Wei Zhe'an in his arms. He put his foot against the door, and the door lock "clicked", indicating that this room was already a closed and safe space.

He gently placed Wei Zhe'an on the bed. Wei Zhe'an hugged Li Jinhe's neck tightly with both hands, as if he would lose him if he let go. Li Jinhe gently comforted him: "It's safe now, there are only two of us now."

After hearing this, Wei Zhe'an hugged her even tighter, his voice trembling: "If I let you go, will you leave..."

Li Jinhe was silent for a few seconds, with helplessness and tenderness in his voice: "I won't leave. Things haven't been dealt with yet, how can I leave?"

Wei Zhe'an still shook his head, his voice full of anxiety: "You will ignore me..."

Li Jinhe sighed, knowing that he could no longer avoid this question. He had been unilaterally ignoring Wei Zhe'an for a week, and it was time to have a good talk with Wei Zhe'an.

He spoke carefully: "An An, you know, you are still young..."

Before he could finish his words, Wei Zhe'an interrupted him: "I'm not young anymore. I'm already 22 years old. I can get married."

Li Jinhe was choked by Wei Zhe'an's words. He rubbed Wei Zhe'an's hair helplessly, his tone slightly heavy:

"This road is not easy, An An, you may just be... just confused by momentary curiosity or illusion and go astray... Don't go astray because of a momentary impulse."

Wei Zhe'an raised his head and looked at Li Jinhe. He was half lying on the bed, and Li Jinhe was half bent over to adapt to his posture. Wei Zhe'an saw Li Jinhe's strenuous posture, and he couldn't bear it, so he loosened his hands that were tightly holding his neck.

However, he did not intend to let him go. He quickly grabbed Li Jinhe's wrist and pulled it gently, allowing Li Jinhe to sit on the bed.

The two sat face to face, Wei Zhe'an's eyes were firm and sincere, with a barely perceptible grievance: "I'm not curious, nor do I have any illusions. I'm not afraid of how difficult this road is... I just like you."

Facing Wei Zhe'an's affectionate gaze, Li Jinhe felt a palpitation. He turned his head away from Wei Zhe'an's eyes, lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice: "You may have misunderstood..."

Wei Zhe'an stared at Li Jinhe, trying to capture his every expression and movement, and asked puzzledly: "What did I misunderstand?"

Li Jinhe took a deep breath, his voice low and difficult: "I have been wondering why you think you like me. Maybe it's because every time I appear, it's just the right time, so it gives you the illusion that you like me."

He looked at the ornaments on the bedside table, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes: "Do you know the suspension bridge effect?"

Hearing this word, Wei Zhe'an grasped the reason why Li Jinhe rejected him.

Li Jinhe was using this psychological effect to explain the mutual attraction between them, trying to make himself understand that this was not true love.

Although Wei Zhe'an had already prepared for various possible reasons for rejection, he never thought that Li Jinhe was afraid that he would go astray and did not consider his own feelings at all.

Wei Zhe'an was both angry and distressed. He was angry that Li Jinhe treated him as an ignorant child, but he was distressed that Li Jinhe always considered others first when dealing with problems, but ignored himself.

Wei Zhe'an asked in a decisive and direct tone: "Brother, do you have feelings for me?" This question was like a bombshell, instantly freezing the air around them.

Li Jinhe fell silent again, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if he was struggling to find the right words to respond.

His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent space, as if every beat was sounding the alarm for his hesitation and entanglement.

However, Wei Zhe'an did not give him much time to think. He reached out his hand, held Li Jinhe's chin firmly, and gently turned his face towards him.

Their eyes met at this moment, as if two stars met in the universe. Wei Zhe'an's eyes were full of expectation and determination, as if he could see through the secrets deep in Li Jinhe's heart.

Wei Zhe'an's eyelashes were long and curled, his amber eyes were clear and bright, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, which added a bit of tenderness to him. His eyes were warm and full of expectation, like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing Li Jinhe's heart, making him fall into it involuntarily.

Wei Zhe'an lowered his voice and asked again: "Li Jinhe, do you like me?"

However, Li Jinhe did not respond to his expectations. He lowered his eyes again, not daring to look directly into Wei Zhe'an's eyes. A faint murmur came from his throat: "...No..."

Before he could finish, Wei Zhe'an hooked his arms around his neck, tilted his head slightly and kissed him.

He wanted to pretend to be calm and experienced, but simply pressing his lips against Li Jinhe's made his heart beat like thunder, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head frantically, making his cheeks and ears instantly turn a deep red, as if burning in flames.

Li Jinhe's eyes were as big as copper bells, filled with astonishment and disbelief. He had never expected Wei Zhe'an to do such a bold move, which made him feel a little dizzy.

He felt the softness of Wei Zhe'an's lips, which were trembling slightly due to nervousness. Their breaths intertwined, with a faint aroma of wine. Li Jinhe's heartbeat instantly accelerated.

In shock, Li Jinhe instinctively wanted to push Wei Zhe'an away, but Wei Zhe'an seemed to have anticipated his reaction and held his wrist tightly, suddenly increasing his strength.

Wei Zhe'an also knew that what he did was too impulsive and reckless, but he just wanted to express his inner feelings directly. He was actually full of anxiety and anticipation, and he bet that his brother had feelings for him.

When he felt Li Jinhe trying to retreat, his heart sank suddenly, as if blown by a cold wind.