Ling Yin looked innocent: "..."
"Did you send away the people outside?" Hua Hua asked mysteriously.
Ling Yin was baffled: "What people outside?"
"No? They’ve been standing at the door guarding , afraid I’d run off without paying. This broken toilet, all show and no substance, doesn’t even have a window, otherwise I’d jump out." It made him hide in the toilet, on the verge of tears, but this hotel’s toilet was very comfortable, super user-friendly, and he unknowingly fell asleep beautifully sitting there.
Hua Hua plaintively leaned his whole weight on Ling Yin, his legs numb to the point of pain whenever he moved.
"Why are you so amusing?" Ling Yin couldn’t hold back his laughter, helplessly squatted down and indulged him: "Co on, I’ll carry you."
Hua Hua tried hard to maintain his perfect public image, struggled for a while, finally gritted his teeth and climbed onto Ling Yin’s back, not forgetting to add: "Avoid the caras, don’t let anyone photograph us."
Ling Yin lifted him up by the butt and stood, teasingly smiled: "You’re quite heavy."
"It’s all your fault!" Hua Hua bit down on his shoulder, utterly embarrassed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
"Constipation is my fault too?" Ling Yin carried him out of the toilet, doing his best to avoid the surveillance caras.
Hua Hua heard those words and bit down hard again: "I’m not constipated!"
"Then what is it?"
"Can’t a poor man have little ambition? Hmph! If it weren’t for you making upset, would I buy a useless million-dollar vase? I’m not like you or my brother, filthy rich!" Hua Hua clung tightly to his arm, burying his head deeply, afraid of being caught by caras. Outside, he’s super mindful of his image, absolutely can’t be photographed.
He stopped responding to Ling Yin, moving his head deeper, resting on Ling Yin’s shoulder, touching Ling Yin’s heartstrings softly as he walked with him in wide strides.
When they encountered staff on the way, Hua Hua got especially nervous.
He asked in a small voice at Ling Yin’s ear: "That vase..."
"It’s fine, if we like it, we’ll buy it." Ling Yin replied, sounding very wealthy, all with a teasing look: "Just don’t hide in the toilet for two hours without minding the sll afterward."
Hua Hua let out a hum, his beautiful eyes showing relief from a disaster, and tightened his hold around Ling Yin’s neck even more, muttering: "That broken vase, I don’t like it at all, such a loss."
"Are you still mad?" Ling Yin hesitated a bit, then said: "I used to be a beggar when I was young, with those organized cri groups that kidnap children and elders to earn money, I loathe the so-called Beggar Sect. I wasn’t intentionally targeting you, I just hope you don’t joke with about them, your so-called little brothers, they live miserable lives."
Hua Hua reacted with an unexpected "oh," seemingly recalling him ntioning it before: "Sorry, I wasn’t trying to remind you of bad childhood mories, I was just joking around, I won’t do it again. Just think of as talking nonsense, in one ear, out the other, okay?"
The two turned into the hotel’s parking lot, and Ling Yin adjusted him upwards again: "Mm, fine. But you also have to promise one thing."
"What do you want to say?"
Ling Yin replied: "No matter when or where, I won’t truly get angry with you and definitely won’t leave you behind, so next ti if there’s sothing up, don’t hide it and try solving it by yourself, okay?"
Hua Hua felt warm inside, a very peculiar feeling, and curiously asked: "Why are you so good to ?"
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