Just liking is not enough

No matter how many times I love you, I'll say it, no matter how many times you mean to me, I'll say it! "

"Until you believe me!"

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The dungeon collapsed.

……

Goethe opened his eyes, and tears suddenly fell down.

Faster than reason, quicker than emotion, as if it had been hiding there for a long time, just waiting for a reason to make it appear.

The flame of hope began to spread hopelessly.

Although reason kept saying no, his crumbling faith made him no longer want to escape.

Believe it again... so what?

The big deal is to destroy this heart from now on, and stop believing in love.

If he fails again this time, he will leave Italy, no matter where he goes, as long as he stays away from this man.

The wavering determination and the wavering will are all declaring the exhaustion that has long been unbearable.

Goethe exhaled suddenly.

"Is it because of... sympathy?"

He said it.

The deepest, deepest fear in my heart.

Feng was taken aback, "sympathy?"

Goethe turned his head and looked away, "Because I saved your relationship, so you sympathize with me?"

Feng's face began to turn ugly, "Am I going to be with someone I don't like out of sympathy?"

Goethe licked his dry lips, "Then why... why did you..."

Only then did he change his mind and swear that he liked him.

At that point in time, how could he believe it.

Feng watched Goethe for a long time, until the breathing of the two calmed down again, only the whistling wind and heavy rain could be heard outside the window.

"Goethe." Feng Weiwei propped himself up and gently hugged Goethe into his arms, "I love you, I have fallen in love with you a long time ago, but I have been deceiving myself, I don't believe that I fell in love with a man."

Goethe froze in Feng's arms. He thought of countless reasons, but... never thought of... this...

"It's not you that I've been avoiding, but myself, and it's not you that I've been escaping, but myself." Feng buried his head in Goethe's neck, breathing in his scent deeply, "It wasn't until something happened to you that I suddenly I found out... I can't leave you long ago."

The seeds had germinated long ago, but he ignored them again and again.

I thought it would wither if I didn't water it or bask in the sun.

But the seeds of love may be the most tenacious of all plants.

Tenacious enough to make people laugh and cry.

It doesn't need water, and it doesn't need sunlight.

Just your word, one action, one smile, one look.

As long as this heart beats gently for you, even once, this seed will take root and sprout.

"Goethe, my love for you has nothing to do with sympathy."

Feng slowly raised his head and stared into those light-colored eyes, as if he had returned to the time when Goethe confessed for the first time.

The sun was setting and the outdoor party was still going on, but Feng couldn't hear anything.

His eyes fell on those slightly parted thin lips, Feng slowly lowered his head.

This time, Goethe didn't resist or refuse, and tears overflowed under his trembling eyelashes.

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74. Chapter Four (5)...

The kiss ends.

Goethe looked away, his face was reddish, even the roots of his ears were red, against the golden hair color, he was inexplicably gorgeous.

Feng heard the sound of swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and his eyes examined Goethe's face like a greedy wolf.

"Goethe..."

Calling again, with a little longing.

Goethe pursed his lips, the bloodshot lips that were kissed were a little swollen, with a numb feeling.

"I... I live in a guest room."

Goethe didn't dare to look into Feng's eyes, fearing that if he took another look, his persistence would collapse.

Feng's eyes darkened for a moment, but he got up as he said.

"I'll take you……"

Feng straightened his clothes, and subconsciously reached out to comb Goethe's slightly messy hair.

Goethe tilted his head slightly, and this subconscious refusal action made Feng's heart tighten.

Still... don't be too impulsive.

After finally opening up Goethe's heart, there was a breakthrough between the two of them, and he couldn't be defeated.

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the cries in his heart, coughed dryly, and stretched out his hand to signal.

"It's next door, the housekeeper should have cleaned it up."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and went outside to wait. Goethe came out slowly in a wheelchair without raising his head.

Feng opened the door of the room next door, let Goethe in first, and then closed the door behind him.

"I asked the housekeeper to make your favorite black tea."

Feng Xianbao pointed to the exquisite tea set on the low cabinet. The royal blue ceramic bottom was painted with intricate vines and bordered in gold, which looked luxurious and elegant.

Goethe sighed inwardly. Feng didn't drink tea very much, but because he liked it, he always bought a lot of expensive tea sets, and he had received quite a few of them in his own home over the years.

Looking at this one in front of you, you don't need to think about it, but you know it must be expensive.

Seeming to know what Goethe was thinking, Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, walked over to help Goethe pour a cup of black tea, and stroked the rim of the cup with his fingers.

"I bought this set earlier than any other set I gave you. I have been looking forward to... being able to personally entertain you at home."

Drinking his favorite black tea with a teapot as quiet and elegant as others, Feng understood that that was the future he wanted most.

Goethe finally raised his eyes, and there were traces of previous emotional fluctuations in his eyes. His eyes swept across Feng's face, and then moved to the cup in the other's hand.

"Aren't you going to give it to me?"

He said lightly.

Feng suddenly smiled happily, "Come on, be careful of burning."

Holding the teacup in both hands, he let Goethe take it carefully, making sure that the other party was holding it firmly before letting go.

Their fingers touched, Goethe's nails scratched the back of Feng's hand, like a cat's paw scratching his heart, Feng couldn't help but look at Goethe a few more times.

Goethe lowered his head and didn't see Feng's expression. He first sniffed the tea, and then gently blew away the surface of the tea. When the top layer was a bit colder, he drank it slowly.

The mellow black tea flavor, with a little sweetness, slid on the tip of the tongue, just like the kiss just now...

Goethe was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what he was thinking, with some embarrassment on his face.

Feng didn't know why, so he thought it was not good to drink, so he came closer, "What's wrong?"

Goethe shook his head awkwardly, "It tastes good."

Feng looked at him suspiciously, and reached out to help him take the cup, "If it's hot, drink it after it cools down."

Saying that, he put the cup aside, walked over and bent over to pick up Goethe, and put him on the bed.

"You! What are you doing!"

Goethe was startled, and grabbed his cuff nervously.

Feng was also taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Goethe's reaction to be so big, after being taken aback, he smiled wryly.

"I don't do anything, I just help you."

With that said, he withdrew his hand.

Goethe blushed again.

After hearing Feng Bombing's confession several times before, he felt a little out of control.

The feelings that were originally wavering were exposed under the blunt words of the other party. In addition, he decided to face it bravely this time, so his emotions suddenly became much more magnanimous, and he became more sensitive to Feng's words and deeds.

Seeing Goethe's uncertain expression, Feng sighed secretly, "Goethe, I won't hurt you..."

Goethe looked up hesitantly, "No... I didn't mean that, I just..."

"Just?" Feng raised his eyebrows.

"It's just that you hugged me suddenly just now, so I was shocked."

Goethe found an excuse, and he was relieved first.

Looking at the expression that clearly said "I'm lying", Feng was unwilling to reconcile, but he was also extremely happy.

He is having a normal conversation with Goethe.

How many years... how many years have not been so...

Feeling deeply moved, Feng decided that this time he must take his time. First, he must completely capture Goethe's heart, and then...

Thinking of the beautiful illusion of the future, Feng's face almost turned into a sunny flower with a smile.

Although this expression, in Goethe's eyes, under the dim light...is quite shabby.

"Then... good night." Goethe said tentatively.

Feng nodded, "Good night."

After saying that, he paused again, leaned over and kissed the side of Goethe's face.

"Good night……"

Couldn't help but murmured again, as if the two of them will see each other tomorrow morning, and they will be able to discard the appearance of yesterday from now on.

Goethe's face turned red again, and the roots of his ears seemed to be burning. It was Feng's deep and magnetic voice, with a hoarse feeling.

But Feng just said good night, then turned and left, the door was closed again, and the room became quiet.

The rain outside the window did not know when it stopped, and there were still traces of water on the glass windows.

Goethe looked left and right, took out his phone and checked the time.

It's not yet 11 o'clock.

Lying on his back, he let out a long breath.

Tomorrow... what expression should I use to face Feng tomorrow...

He's not used to it yet, and he's not used to the sudden change of identities between the two of them...

Identity?

Goethe suddenly frowned in confusion. Speaking of which, although Feng expressed his intentions, what is their relationship now...?

Are couples...?

But it doesn't seem like such a good thing to ask.

His heart, which had been quiet, started to beat again, and he suddenly wanted to ask Feng, what is their relationship... what is their relationship now.

... Or should we find a chance to talk about it another day?

Goethe struggled, but never realized that he was a person who was easy to get into a dead end and stubborn.

But also stubborn in many strange places.

As a result... Goethe had insomnia until 1 o'clock that night.

When it was almost 1:30, Goethe finally couldn't take it anymore. He sat up in bed and looked out the window.

The entire Liege mansion was plunged into darkness, only a few small lights were still shining on the iron gate of the gate in the distance.

I don't know Feng is asleep