Chapter 242: I Am Willing to Date You

On Chu Yi's 379th day in the Federation, Ling Wu said to him, "Let's give it a try."

Upon hearing these words, Chu Yi's mind was in a daze; the clamor in his ears gradually drifted away, and he could only hear the drum-like beating of his heart within his chest.

"Really?" He heard his own voice, having discarded its usual composure, become shaky.

The fact that Ling Wu agreed to date him happened too suddenly, and Chu Yi sensed something: "Why are you suddenly willing to date me?"

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

Ling Wu thought about this question seriously: "There isn't any special reason. If I had to say, it's probably that you, Chu Yi, are very good to me, and I don't want to let down your sincerity... and also, I want to settle down as soon as possible."

Settle down?

Chu Yi guessed that he meant getting married; after all, Ling Wu was no longer young, and after establishing a career, it was time to start a family.

Ling Wu spoke as if negotiating: "You are my best choice."

"Provided that you are also willing."

After the project at the Research Institute came to an end, Qin Zhonglian urged Ling Wu to settle down and find someone who would care for him; if he couldn't persuade the older one, Pei Ziying, couldn't he at least persuade the younger one, Ling Wu?

But Marshal Qin Zhonglian had not expected that this so-called person who would "care for him" would be a man...

Chu Yi was not discouraged by Ling Wu's attitude; the sunlight outside the window pierced through the glass, illuminating the joy in his eyes in vivid detail: "Ling Wu, I am willing to date you."

"But actually, it's not the way you understand it. I like you, and I am good to you—these are things that should be done; they cannot constitute bonus points for me."

"If I am indeed your best choice, I am very happy."

Ling Wu pondered Chu Yi's words and felt that what he said did indeed make a lot of sense.

Just as he had said, he believed Chu Yi was a very good person; Ling Wu could feel equality and respect from Chu Yi, could feel tolerance and humility, could feel sincerity and affection...

At the same time, Ling Wu could also remember the paranoid and crazy side of Chu Yi, who had taken his hand and fiercely burned a cigarette butt into the skin of his collarbone; those eyes were filled with unwillingness and a strong desire for possession.

Perhaps Chu Yi was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

This person was thorny, only keeping his sharpness and claws well-concealed, yet Ling Wu couldn't help but think: what if Chu Yi could keep up the act in front of him for a lifetime?

Even if Chu Yi was decisive and ruthless when facing others, he was warm and meticulous toward Ling Wu.

How could he say a single bad word about Chu Yi?

At the very least, when it came to being good to Ling Wu, Chu Yi had done it to perfection.

But compared to these things, his focus was entirely on Chu Yi's words, "I am willing to date you," so Ling Wu said: "You just agreed, didn't you?"

Chu Yi had the illusion that the roles of the pursuer and the pursued had been reversed, and he was left between laughter and tears: "Ling Wu, if I remember correctly, I am the one pursuing you right now, aren't I?"

"....... Seems so." Ling Wu said.

Chu Yi fumbled in his suit pocket and quickly took out a ring box, from which he retrieved a simple and elegant men's plain ring and personally placed it on Ling Wu's finger: "I bought this ring a year ago; it's a pair with the one on my hand, and my name is engraved inside."

Ling Wu lowered his eyelashes to look at the very fitting and beautiful ring, as if some kind of bond and responsibility had suddenly descended upon him.

It gave him a sudden, unexpected sense of belonging.

Chu Yi leaned his body down, pressing his forehead against his, their warm breaths intertwining as their nose tips touched, and then he planted a light, dragonfly-touch kiss on Ling Wu's lips.

A moist and soft sensation came from his lips, touching and then pulling away.

This feeling was very strange, like stepping on cotton.

But Ling Wu quickly regained his balance.

And he would need to adapt slowly.