"Mom... what about my niece?" Yun barely clung to his life-saving straw. He was very lucky that this moment suddenly came to his mind!
"He's not your child," Elena said with a determination that looked like a smile but wasn't.
Yun "..."
He couldn't understand why his mother was obsessed with it. When he talked to the system, the system explained it by giving him an 'emotional idiot' look. "I'll be polite and short. Because you're emotionally impaired." she said.
Yun "..."
The insults of the system had leveled up.
"Are you itching?" The cat cried out in pain as Yun rolled up her sleeves and tugged at her tail.
"MEOoow! OK! OK nya!" The cat gritted its teeth sadly and licked its tail, quickly pulling it out of their hands. Yun turned his attention to playing with the ears of the cat licking its tail.
"Hey! My ears are sensitive nya!"
The cat was on the alert, shielding its ears with its paw. "Okay," he ran his hand through his hair again. Thin white fingers formed a visual effect among the cotton-like hairs. The genus of the system was now a species called Angora cat. Especially his hair was quite long, well-groomed and soft. It was not in vain that Yun soon developed an addiction, playing with his hands and touching his paws. The system was also enjoying this massage moment as if it were content. "Well aren't you going to tell me about my mother's obsession with me?"
"Nah! That thing is yes!"
"A mother's wish isn't just her obsession with grandchildren in the first place, she. She said she wants a child who looks like you but is sweet."
Yun:...
"What am I here?" She felt betrayed. By a child who never was!
The cat looked at him with strange eyes and sarcastically said, "What a sweet piece of wood... something like a marshmellow he wants"
Yun "..."
Thinking that he had gotten so used to her and was becoming too indulgent, Yun muttered. "Maybe I should have turned you into a pig, not a cat"
The cat shivered and immediately gathered up her words.
"But! First of all, he knows you're introverted. That's why he wants someone to accompany you in life, to help you out and not be alone, that's the main reason."
"And with the fact that you can get your feelings back by interacting with the child, you know why you're obsessed with it." The cat licked her chilly bristles to fix it, and changed the subject, feeling a little more comfortable.
"I need to talk to my mom about it" was referring to the gender issue.
The system stopped licking its paw and looked at him with interesting eyes. "Are you sure ?"
He explained the reasons for his interest in the next sentence, "I am quite curious about who is included in the list of suitable groom candidates in the whole city that he will prepare right after."
Yun:...
This is true.
With Elena's enthusiasm, this was not impossible.
"Moreover, Hofan's and your father's statements, oh well worth watching!" The cat snickered, his movements exactly like a villain.
"I guess I'll put this off for a while," Yun said with his eyebrows twitching. He's had so many shocks to his family lately that he has no intention of trying the possibility that they'll go heartily this time. At least until things settle down a bit!
He lifted the cat and set it down on the seat, scowling slightly, pushing the metal coldness off the bridge of his nose. He still couldn't get used to wearing glasses, his presence felt uncomfortable. Still, that was the price he paid on behalf of Uvli.
His reflection in the mirror was thus thinner, paler, and whiter.
Instead of his built body, which radiated wild and power when he was in a fight, he now looked thinner and weaker. Of course, even with ample reinforcements at the hospital these few months, the near collapse of his immune system had taken a huge toll on his body.
When the door was pushed lightly, he turned his head to see Nanren. He raised his eyebrows. He looked like he was asking why he was here.
"I miss you"
"The mountain can't stand your words, nya," the cat murmured and walked away through the door. He murmured, for he was not at all in the mood to watch these two men flirt.
Yun was immune to his words and demeanor. After all, he had been subjected to this strange bombardment for the past few months. He went to his drawer, prepared paper and pen, and sat down at his desk.
"What are you doing?" Nanren followed, closing the door. When she stood behind him, her body was somewhat close, if not excessive. That's why she could feel the faint scent coming into her nose.
It was neither a hardwood scent nor a pungent peppermint scent. Cigarettes were not. It was a soft, creamy sugar scent. A sweet milky scent that stimulates the senses, especially the salivary glands!
"Plan to make money"
He put down the pen and turned around. Perhaps the sweet scent was more appealing than money at the moment, so he held out his hand and said "candy."
This fragrance must be a brand new one he's never tasted before. I can say that you have successfully piqued his interest. He was able to successfully trigger his appetite.
Nanren was stunned at first, but then showed a big smile. So much so that his eyes were narrowed like the moon, and his pupils were alive, as if they contained thousands of shining stars.
Yun was stunned for only 1 second for her overreaction. 'This is stupid,' he thought, 'are you happy for something like that?' It's like a child who is accepted and praised by his parents.
He looked at the candy in his hands. Instead of eating immediately, he turned his gaze back to Nanren.
"I didn't know you liked sugar" was enough to stun Nanren for a moment. "Yes," she agreed, hesitantly. His face was slightly solemn that he was even beginning to wander off. "What are you thinking?" Yun called out to the person who had dived in front of him and flew away to the pacific. "Because I don't like sugar, my charisma isn't drawn, is it?"
Yun:...
This...
He doesn't know what to say.
"Nanren"
Nanren looked at her face.
"You've Changed"
It was silent.
"You too," Nanren replied in the same way.
Certainly.
They have changed.
"But that's fine"
Said Yun, continuing.
"And don't change the things you love for anyone. If the other person doesn't accept you for who you are, this relationship is useless in the first place," he lightly notched under his finger.
"No one can deny his essence. And it is not worth for anyone, do not enslave yourself to such adjectives"
Nanren grabbed her red forehead, stroked it, and asked lightly. "Someone who will accept me as I am?" His voice was ridiculed, but mostly bitter and denial. He obviously remembers his past.
"I'm telling you. This is my opinion. These behaviors are nothing but a mask, and when that mask you've worked so hard for falls off, it's you who will get hurt the most, and the person you open your heart to the most" Nanren silently bowed his head. in a complex way. He obviously deserved it, but couldn't accept it? He took a deep breath.
He swallowed heavily. The mood was really heavy.
"Moreover,"
Nanren pressed her lips together, feeling that her next words would be a truth that could hurt even more. Yes, the truth always hurts.
"I love sugar too"
His eyes widened, his heart seemed to flutter for a while.
Maybe the truth wasn't always bitter.
"And I also hate to put on idiotic adjectives like boys don't cry and girls can't live on their own. These norms of society are just a bunch of crap that needs to be ignored!"
His face showed signs of emotion, as if he didn't like the thought. It was clear that he was sincere and had his own thoughts.
"So, don't put yourself in those stupid adjectives"
"Okay?"
"Hmm," Nanren relaxed even more, simply accepting.
So, thought Nanren, his true personality was apt to teach. Teaching would suit him. But if the students were children, he might be frightened… his thoughts couldn't prevent his lips from curling.
Yun might seem like she's scoffing at him, but if he did, his words kind of put him at ease. However, above all he still did not take this matter of his beloved and spoke generally. He still didn't admit his feelings...
He didn't say it, though he was annoyed at being seen as having an enthusiasm that could one day pass.
Such words or confidence would not work with words. It must have been labor and capital, and with the awareness of this, he plunged into contemplation again.
-To be continued-