48 You’re A Ten (2/2)

”So … you think I'm a good catch.”

”Naturally.” Su Yan looked at him as if it was self-evident.

”So I'm a nine?”

Su Yan frowned. ”How are you a nine? You're obviously a ten! Hmph.” Su Yan turned back to the pot and started to pour the other ingredients into it.

Nie Chang stared at him. His hands were clenched into fists and he had a hard time regulating his breath. He … was a ten? And obviously at that? Su Yan actually thought that? He stared at his friend, unable to believe what he had just heard.

”Ah Yan …” He reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder not caring anymore where they were. He couldn't let go of this.

”Mn? What is it?” Su Yan didn't even seem to notice the effect of his casually uttered words.

”You …” Nie Chang stepped closer and cupped Su Yan's cheek with the other hand.

Behind them, one of the girls secretly retrieved her phone and took a picture before pretending to concentrate on her chocolate.

Nie Chang didn't pay any heed to that. He only cared for Su Yan now. ”Ah Yan, I … What you said just now … Do you really mean that?”

”Hah?”

”About me being a ten?”

”Sure! You're so great! If you're not a ten, then who would dare to call himself that?”

”So you …” Nie Chang gulped. This was the best opportunity he might ever get. Who cared that they were in public with a bunch of other people around? As long as he could get Su Yan, he didn't mind any of that.

Nie Chang took a deep breath and bent forward a little more. Looking from the row in the back, it seemed as if they would kiss any moment now.

”Actually, the person I like is —”

The guy behind them slammed the spoon down on the workstation. ”Fuck this! If you two want to get it on, then go and get a room! Who wants to see two guys doing it?!”

The other participants all turned around. Su Yan didn't feel like he had done anything wrong but he hastily grabbed some nuts and threw them into the pot. ”Oh, look at this! It seems like it'll be finished soon.” He tried to sound natural but his face and his ears had turned beet-red. If he could, he would have sunk into the ground.