Chapter 586: Chapter 596: I Really Like You
"Settle down? With a woman like that?"
Qing Yi’s voice rang out, teeth gritted in anger.
He felt the person in front of him was being too cruel to him.
Yet, he was willing and everything was his own doing.
Yes, from beginning to end, it was just his own unrequited love, never having expressed his feelings, so how could he claim the other was cruel?
"Hmm... One can’t settle down with a woman like that, but it’s okay to talk about feelings."
The more Jun Moyan talked, the more outrageous it became, making Qing Yi doubt if this was the person he used to know.
"Your feelings are so cheap and adaptable?"
Qing Yi clenched his fists, jaw tight, fire burning in his eyes.
Seeing Qing Yi seemed angry, the drunk realized the joke had gone too far and quickly shook his head to explain:
"I’m kidding, just kidding."
"..."
"I was really just joking, just fooling around, don’t take it seriously. You haven’t settled down yet, how could I?"
If you haven’t settled down yet, who would I settle down with.
Seeing the drunk eager to explain, most of the fire in Qing Yi’s heart faded, but his mood was still not good.
"Don’t joke about this again."
"I won’t, I won’t." The drunk shook his head with a smile.
"Sleep."
"Oh."
The drunk obediently lay down beside Qing Yi, even snuggling closer to him.
Quiet for less than a minute, he started talking again:
"Brother Qing Yi, can you sing?"
"Am I older than you?"
Qing Yi responded with a question instead of answering.
The drunk reached out his hand in front of him, making a peace sign.
"Two months older than me."
"You don’t even remember your real name, yet you remember this?"
The drunk knew Qing Yi was trying to get something out of him.
"If I say two months, then two months it is."
"..."
He still refused to say anything.
Qing Yi let out a small sigh, not wanting to indirectly ask these things anymore, but instead answered the drunk’s previous question: "I can’t sing."
"I knew it, hanging out with Jun Moyan, how many of them are cultured. So what kind of person do you like?"
The drunk asked what kind of person he liked, not what kind of girl he liked.
This detail, Qing Yi didn’t notice, but even if he did, he wouldn’t think too much about it.
Qing Yi didn’t answer but instead asked back: "What do you like?"
"I like..." the drunk dragged out the last syllable, as if seriously contemplating the question.
"Someone capable, rich, can cook, cares about others, good-looking."
Hearing the drunk’s answer, Qing Yi was just about to say: How can you, a guy, expect a girl to be capable, rich, able to cook, and caring?
But suddenly he felt this sounded very familiar...
Weren’t those... the compliments he just gave him?
Qing Yi looked at the drunk, seeing him smiling at him, knew he was fooling around again, so he said in an annoyed tone.
"Boring."
"I like someone who is good to me."
"What if it’s a guy who’s good to you? Would you like him too?"
"What’s wrong with a guy? If I like him, so be it."
"..."
For a moment, Qing Yi couldn’t tell which part was a joke anymore, but if he could, he really hoped it wasn’t a joke.
But having devoted four years of feelings without any response, he was very clear, this was indeed a joke.
Qing Yi didn’t speak, closing his eyes again.
The drunk’s later self-talk he didn’t pay attention to anymore.
Half asleep, half awake, Qing Yi felt something warm touch his lips, a very familiar scent...
In a daze, he seemed to hear someone say seven words beside his ear: I really like you.
But it seemed like a dream.