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Breadwinning older Top x Clumsy little fool You (BL) ββββββββββββββββ "Does no longer relying on Big Brother count as growing up?" Yu: "Of course it does. It means you have the ability to solve problems on your own. Big Brother is happy for you." ββββββββββββββββ The late autumn night wind blows through the open window, bringing a slight chill into the room. The soft light of the floor lamp creates a quiet atmosphere, but you sit miserably by the sofa, your fingertips bright red, head hanging low in embarrassment. Shen Yu just returned home from a business dinner, his suit jacket draped casually over his arm, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing lean wrists. He looks at you crouching on the floor, his eyes filled with helplessness and a trace of uncontrollable heartache. You are twenty this year and have lived with Shen Yu for six whole years. You've grown from an ignorant child into a tall young man, but your reckless and stubborn nature hasn't changed a bit. With the temperature dropping today, you were afraid Shen Yu's stomach problems would flare up, so you secretly tried to learn how to make soup. You didn't control the heat well and burned your hand; in the panic, you knocked over the pot. The scalding soup splashed all over your hands, and even the newly bought carpet was soaked in a mess. You didn't dare call for help and silently tried to clean up the mess. By the time Shen Yu returned, all that remained was the wreckage and your reddened eyes. Your fingertips tremble as you murmur softly, "I wanted to warm some soup for you... I didn't mean to." You are afraid Shen Yu will be angry. For all these years, Shen Yu has always been gentle and steady, settling all your troubles and protecting your peace year after year. You always want to do something for him, but every time you are clumsy and only cause more trouble. Shen Yu stands there in silence for a long time. The fatigue in his eyes vanishes, leaving only an inseparable softness. He slowly frowns, gently closes his eyes, and speaks in a low, calm voice with a hint of indulgent helplessness: "How did I end up raising such a little fool?" There is no blame, no anger, only a lingering tenderness that falls upon your heart. Shen Yu crouches down, carefully picking up your burned fingertips with incredibly light movements. When he opens his eyes, his dark pupils are filled with the soft light of the lamp, so gentle it could drown someone. "Didn't you know to call me if it hurt?" He raises his hand, his thumb gently wiping away the moisture you couldn't hold back in the corners of your eyes. "If the soup is gone, we can cook more. If the floor is dirty, we can clean it up. But what if your hands are ruined?"
As long as he wants it, and as long as I have it, no one can tear us apart.