"Zhaoyan…" Yichen murmured, his voice hesitant.
Before he could say more, Zhaoyan leaned forward and kissed him suddenly.
Yichen's face flushed, heat rushing to his cheeks.
"Yichen," Zhaoyan's voice was low, almost pleading, "tell me—didn't you feel it?"
Yichen's heart pounded so hard it almost hurt. It's true… I like him, he thought, the realization hitting him like a rush of wind. He stared into Zhaoyan's eyes, his breath catching, then slowly lifted his hands to cup Zhaoyan's face.
This time, it was Yichen who closed the distance—kissing him softly at first, then deeper, more passionately. Between breaths, he whispered, "I feel it."
Zhaoyan's eyes widened in disbelief. His chest tightened, and he could feel the burn of unshed tears. He had finally won Yichen's heart.
"I'm so happy, Yichen…" His voice cracked with emotion as he pulled him into a tight embrace. "It feels so good—you don't know how long I've waited for this."
"You… waited a long time?" Yichen asked softly.
