Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 98 - 95: It’s Really Possible

"Okay, no more joking around, didn’t you say you needed to work hard for a few years to match the qualifications of a lady?"

Although I don’t think of myself as a lady, and I don’t understand what qualifications are,

I think that anything that makes you determined to work hard for years must be very important to you.

I don’t want to be a stumbling block on your path forward," Yan Yan suddenly spoke in a very serious tone.

"How do you change your tone faster than I blink?" Qi Yi almost didn’t know how to react.

"Hahaha, am I that impressive?

Actually, you know, us coming back together was due to some accidents,

like suddenly intruding into each other’s lives, disrupting each other’s plans.

We both haven’t had experience with long-distance relationships, and we don’t know what it will be like in the future.

I don’t want us to make a sudden leap just because we’re in a long-distance relationship," Yan Yan continued seriously.

"You should stop talking like this, I feel tired just listening to you," Qi Yi kindly stopped Yan Yan from continuing her quirky way of speaking.

"So, you understand what I mean?" Yan Yan asked.

"Yeah, I understand," Qi Yi answered quickly.

"What are you doing? If you understood, why didn’t you say so earlier? It made me think so hard about how to speak; you listening is tiring, but the more I talk, the more awkward I feel!" Yan Yan’s tone quickly switched 180 degrees again.

"Actually, I don’t think I’m the one who needs constant kisses. This kind of thing, how could there be all talk no action. I’m the school hunk, aren’t I? Usually, people should be throwing themselves at me," Qi Yi switched tones as fast as Yan Yan could.

"What? Are you saying there are many who throw themselves at you?" Yan Yan put down her oyster, which she had already doused in lemon juice and sauce, intending to first clarify this important question.

"There have to be quite a few; otherwise, how could I live up to the ’school hunk’ title given by my Wenzhou High School classmates? I can’t do anything that would disgrace my school, right?" Qi Yi was unstoppable even when he wasn’t speaking seriously.

.........

After finishing the steak and walking, Qi Yi escorted Yan Yan back to the Conrad Hotel and was very wisely planning to leave.

"Qi Yi, stay here tonight," Yan Yan stopped Qi Yi’s ready departure.

"Stay here?" Qi Yi didn’t show much surprise but looked as if he had seen a ghost instead.

Qi Yi was sure he was hallucinating to hear such words from Yan Yan’s mouth.

"Yeah, I don’t sleep during the day, so when you wake up, I definitely still won’t be asleep.

Since you want to stay with me every second, you should stay.

I still have a sketch and a theme design to finish today.

You sleep, I’ll draw.

Maybe the moonlight in New York at this time will inspire me.

Isn’t your sleep quality usually not very good?

See if you sleep better here," Yan Yan spoke seriously, not joking this time.

"Really?" Qi Yi’s smile could only be described as innocent.

"More real than a pearl," Yan Yan confirmed again.

"Aren’t you afraid I might have ill intentions?" Qi Yi didn’t understand what had made Yan Yan suddenly change her mind.

"Then you’ll have to ask if my ’Sunflower Manual’ agrees," Yan Yan held her sketchbook in her hand, her tone and expression full of threatening intent.

"Oh, so this is what the ’Sunflower Manual’ looks like, it’s my first time seeing it," Qi Yi, looking at Yan Yan’s somewhat exaggerated expression, felt incomparably happy.

At this moment, apart from being beside Yan Yan at the airport, it was Qi Yi’s happiest time.

"Oh, right, I have a gift for you," Yan Yan suddenly remembered something very important.

"That doesn’t seem right; I haven’t even given you a gift yet," Qi Yi felt embarrassed.

"Didn’t you give me flowers?" Yan Yan clearly remembered receiving a gift as soon as she arrived at the airport.

"A bouquet of flowers just to appease me?" Qi Yi was a bit surprised.

"How could it be? A bouquet of flowers, that’s... a bit too much, isn’t it? You should have just given me one flower," Yan Yan laughed, pointing at the bouquet still on the table, because the hotel didn’t have a vase, Yan Yan hadn’t even unwrapped the flowers.

"Is it really that easy to appease? Then it seems I don’t need to buy gifts in the future; I should be able to work a couple of months less," Qi Yi pretended to be serious.

"How did you calculate these one or two months, my Great Mathematician?" Yan Yan asked seriously.

"I was just saying, whenever I’m with you, my IQ plummets, I can’t even do basic addition and subtraction within ten, asking me how I calculated such a difficult question is overestimating my intelligence," Qi Yi looked aggrieved.

"Aw, how could your IQ plummet? Did you attend a school for the mentally challenged when you were young?" Yan Yan found the current Qi Yi absolutely adorable and couldn’t help but imitate his earlier action, touching his head.

"Why are you touching your grandfather’s head? So disrespectful," Qi Yi’s face was happy, but his words were not.

"I’m touching Xiao Qizi’s head. Come here, I’ll show you the gift I want to give you," Yan Yan led Qi Yi into the hotel room’s walk-in closet to see the gift.

"Why do I feel there’s something sinister about your smile now?" Qi Yi was a bit worried about what kind of gift he was about to receive.

"What’s sinister about it? My smile is nothing but pure and cute," Yan Yan expressed dissatisfaction.

"You being pure and cute is what’s sinister," Qi Yi continued to worry.

"So, I have such an evil image in your heart?" Yan Yan decided to "kill" Qi Yi with her gaze.

"No, you used to be pure and cute, but now you..."

"Now I’m even more pure and cute, right?" Yan Yan finished Qi Yi’s sentence for him.

"Isn’t it out of fashion to describe girls as pure and cute nowadays? Pure implies dumb, cute implies fat," Qi Yi didn’t understand why Yan Yan insisted on describing herself with these words.

"With my special constitution, do you think it’s possible for me to be fat? Where did you get these theories, from some beauty confessing to you?" Yan Yan decided to keep up the menacing gaze.

"These are just trendy phrases online," Qi Yi was beginning to realize how similar things gravitated toward each other, as his Yan Yan also always managed to steer the conversation towards the same topic.

"Online? Then tell me, which year, month, day, on which website did you read which sentence?" Yan Yan asked with a deliberately serious expression.