Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1802 - 1805: Boss Ling’s Anxiety 6

Ling Yin patted his pocket, but he was wearing pajamas, and his phone wasn’t in his pocket, unable to call someone to drive over and pick him up.

"Lend me your phone for a bit." Ling Yin reached out.

Hua Hua touched his pocket and shook his head, "I was too angry just now, and forgot to take my phone."

"Do you have any money on you?"

Hua Hua also shook his head, "Didn’t bring money either." He emptied both his pockets, completely empty, nothing inside.

Ling Yin suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, yet warmth blossomed in his heart.

He didn’t bring his phone or money; turns out he’s not planning to leave, just wanting to get some air. Ling Yin realized he was overly sensitive.

Who knows, Hua Hua really intended to drive to the airport, but he just had a silly moment.

Both of them laughed through tears.

"What do we do now?"

"Let’s walk back." Ling Yin said, "If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you."

Such a long way, wouldn’t he be exhausted carrying me?

Hua Hua shook his head resignedly, "I have my own legs, I can walk myself."

Ling Yin held his hand tightly, glanced at the moonlight overhead, the soft moonlight falling on both of them. Ling Yin couldn’t help but gaze at Hua Hua for a moment, suddenly thinking of something, he said, "Wait a moment."

He ran over to open the trunk, inside was a foldable bicycle.

Ling Yin quickly assembled the foldable bike, then rode it up to him as if presenting a treasure, "Hop on, I’ll take you back."

"Where did you get the bicycle?" Hua Hua felt like he saw a lifesaver, immediately side-sitting on it, sitting behind Ling Yin, arms around Ling Yin’s waist.

"Sai Luo left it in my car last time." Ling Yin kicked off with his legs, "Are you seated properly?"

"Yes." Hua Hua beamed with joy.

Ling Yin pedal-pushed the bike, under the moonlight, slowly heading in the direction of home.

On the quiet road, occasionally a car would zip by.

"Hua Hua."

"What?"

"I’ve seriously reflected, this time it’s truly my fault, I’ll never harbor those thoughts again, you can relax."

Hua Hua widened his eyes, sighed, "Okay."

Then added, "I was overthinking too much."

Ling Yin cheerfully pedaled the bike, "No, making you angry, that’s my fault, I promised not to let you feel aggrieved, but ended up troubling you. It’s understandable, the culprit is me."

Hua Hua mulled over his words, didn’t respond further.

Just lightly rested his head on Ling Yin’s back, watching the roadside scenery in the moonlight. Surprisingly, the scenery was quite beautiful; usually they sped by in a car without noticing, but tonight they enjoyed it leisurely.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived home. Ling Yin had prepared a late-night snack for Hua Hua, the two sat in the living room eating and watching the midnight theater, Ling Yin holding Hua Hua’s shoulder, embracing, once again admitting his mistake.

"You’re a masochist, why keep admitting fault? I’ve already forgiven you." Hua Hua said with a mix of laughter and tears.

Ling Yin’s eyes were as gentle as the vast starry sea. Being so deeply gazed upon by his eyes, Hua Hua, normally resistant, softened like water.

He pondered for a moment, moved his lips, and kissed Ling Yin.

Then he said, "If I get angry in the future, I won’t run."

Ling Yin instinctively responded, "Yes, don’t run. When you run, I get anxious. You can punish me in other ways, I accept."