Ling Jue found it funny. What does this prove? Can't men send each other home?
What was even funnier was that the hot reviews were all about Wen Yu and Feng Yulin's relationship.
[So, does Feng Yulin like men or Wen Yu?]
[Feng Yulin and Wen Yu have such a good relationship. How could he come out?]
[Those who say that Feng Yulin came out are probably idiots. As a presidential candidate, would he ruin his future?]
[Feng Yulin likes Wen Yu. Praise me if you agree.]
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This was the top-rated content, and the second-rated comment section was even more interesting.
[It's fine that Feng Yulin likes men. After all, women are not worth of such an outstanding man.]
[I'd rather hear that Feng Yulin likes men, or else I wouldn't be willing if he doesn't marry me.]
[I agree with Feng Yulin coming out of the closet.]
[Looking at the picture, I suddenly thought of a beautiful drama.]
[I somehow feel that two men are pretty good too. What's going on...]
Ling Jue's lips twitched. These people were all fujoshis, right?
Unfortunately, he was going to disappoint them. Feng Yulin did not like men, nor did he like women. He probably only liked himself.
Ling Jue turned off her phone and looked at Feng Yulin who was on the phone on the balcony. He was really a fascinating man.
She suddenly thought of something. Feng Yulin seemed to have left something unfinished last night.
He said that he did not like men, nor did he like women.
And then?
And then?
He did not seem to have finished his sentence.
Ling Jue was a little absent-minded. What was Feng Yulin's unfinished sentence?
Feng Yulin hung up the phone and walked in. He rubbed Lin Jue's head. "Ling Jue, I have to go back and take care of some things. Remember to have lunch."
Ling Jue could not be bothered to avoid him anymore. She was a little used to it. She could not avoid him anyway.
"Got it. Take care, crazy master." She lay lazily on the sofa and said goodbye with a chuckle.
Feng Yulin changed into his shoes. He saw that the slippers he had just taken off were much smaller. "Ling Jue, buy a pair of big shoes next time."
Ling Jue turned to look at him with a hint of mockery on her lips. "You're really planning to live here? Wouldn't that mean that you're out of the closet?"
"It doesn't matter what others say. I think the two of us need to develop our relationship."
"What relationship?"
"We're not father and son, anyway." Feng Yulin chuckled after he finished his sentence. "I'm leaving."
Ling Jue watched him leave and close the door.
Suddenly, she felt that the room was empty. Something was missing.
Tang Yuan rolled out of the room and bounced happily. "I'm so happy. The handsome young man is finally gone."
Ling Jue caught it. "You don't like Feng Yulin?"
Tang Yuan widened its eyes and pouted. "Of course not. If he was here, Lord Jue, you wouldn't even miss Tang Yuan. Look! I've been sleeping for a whole day, but you haven't missed me at all!"
"..." It seemed to be true.
Tang Yuan hopped onto the table and looked at the empty space. It turned to look at her. "Lord Jue, where are my buns? I'm so hungry."
Ling Jue stood up teasingly. "I seem to have forgotten to buy them for you. I just bought them for Feng Yulin."
Tang Yuan widened its eyes in disbelief. What did Lord Jue say?
"You... really don't love Tang Yuan anymore?"
She did not buy Tang Yuan any buns. She would buy them for it every morning!
Seeing that Tang Yuan was about to cry, Ling Jue handed the things in the microwave to it. "Here. You're the cutest, so I heated the meat buns for you."