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Gu Qingheng looked up, "That hurts…" Then he felt a bit improper, as that didn't sound like his usual manner of speaking at all. He hurriedly lowered his head.
Yang Ruxin paused for a second, then suddenly burst into laughter, "Gu Qingheng, are you jealous?"
"No." Gu Qingheng denied it halfheartedly, though by then, he had already recognized his true feelings—he was jealous.
"Really not?" Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow and pressed on, "But your ears are all red…"
Gu Qingheng immediately brought his hand to his ear, which was indeed quite hot.
"You're actually jealous of a twelve-year-old kid, Gu Qingheng. You've really achieved something impressive…" Yang Ruxin was in a great mood.
"He's only two years younger than you," Gu Qingheng still felt somewhat awkward.
"I'm not a pedophile," Yang Ruxin chuckled, then leaned closer to Gu Qingheng's ear, "I like men who are older than me…"
"Xinxin…" Gu Qingheng turned abruptly, "If I get better one day, will you marry me?"
