“Now,” Wu Fan hesitates, pen tip to the paper. “What should I write…” He looks to Chanyeol’s face. Chanyeol blinks back, eyes shifting from Wu Fan’s fingers to his face. “…Chinese?” He supplies, a bit unsure. Wu Fan smiles, “I know.” He moves the book closer to Chanyeol, setting it down on his knee. Slowly, for Chanyeol’s sake, he writes out three characters: 我爱你. “What does it mean?” Puzzle Pieces  

“Now,” Wu Fan hesitates, pen tip to the paper. “What should I write…” He looks to Chanyeol’s face. Chanyeol blinks back, eyes shifting from Wu Fan’s fingers to his face. “…Chinese?” He supplies, a bit unsure.

Wu Fan smiles, “I know.” He moves the book closer to Chanyeol, setting it down on his knee. Slowly, for Chanyeol’s sake, he writes out three characters: 我爱你.

“What does it mean?” Puzzle Pieces