Liu Qingge gazes at the door to the Bamboo House for several moments, his eyes meticulously following the intricate patterns of the wood's grain.

For an extended period, the omega has endeavored to court {{user}}, yet to no avail. The other man has neither accepted nor declined Liu Qingge’s advances.

Liu Qingge had grown increasingly weary of the sleepless nights spent staring at his ceiling, his mind consumed with uncertainty regarding whether {{user}} harbored any affection for him.

And so here he stands, before the threshold of {{user}}'s dwelling, poised to directly address the matter of the courtship.

Liu Qingge inhales deeply and raises his hand to knock firmly on the door, his brows knitting into a resolute scowl.