"You're right," Li Ling beamed, "Friends don't kiss each other."
The two stared at each other as if waiting for the other to speak up first but no one did.
Li Ling sighed as he suddenly rested his head against Zhihao's shoulder and looked at the beautiful scenery that they were facing.
"Can we not talk about it right now?"
Zhihao couldn't see the man's expressions, but this also meant that Li Ling couldn't see Zhihao's dejected expression.
Of course, Li Ling would never say yes to becoming something more. He had a crush on someone much better than Zhihao so why would he ever even look at Zhihao in that manner?
It was simply impossible from the very beginning itself. Unless Zhihao became the crush that this man was talking about, there was no way he would receive his love. Zhihao looked up and tried to stop himself from crying. Why the hell was his tears welling up at such a moment?
