Chapter 118: Love's Imperfections "Seven years, every year has been inside. ...

He Yan's mind suddenly went blank. He hesitated and pondered what Zhu Shengting had just said, then paused.

His ears in the shadows instantly became hot. After a few seconds, he gently pushed away Zhu Shengting's hand that was covering his mouth, lowered his eyes and did not look at the other person.

Zhu Shengting turned around and said to Aunt Du, "Aunt, you go and have a rest. I'm fine here."

Aunt Du hadn't pressed halfway yet, and fearing she wasn't pressing well enough, she hurriedly asked, "Is there something uncomfortable? I'll press more gently."

"No, Auntie, you're doing a great job," Zhu Shengting said, turning over with some difficulty, his breathing a little heavy. "I just want to rest for a while."

Aunt Du felt relieved after hearing him say that. "Okay, then come back to me if you need any massage services. When I was giving you the massage just now, I felt that you were in very good health, especially your kidneys."

The air was quiet for a second, and He Yan covered his eyes with his elbows, trying to cool down his body.

He stood up and said to Aunt Li, "Aunt, I want to rest for a while too. You and Aunt Du should go and rest first."

"Okay." Aunt Li picked up her things quickly and tiptoed out of the room with Aunt Du.

Suddenly, He Yan and Zhu Shengting were the only ones left in the room.

[I’m too scared to post a comment…]

[Is this really something you can say? Brother-in-law Ting, are you, huh?]

[I didn't expect that the original owner also had the wrong idea. I feel relieved.]

[Everyone, what are you afraid of? Our feast must be based on actual sex. This is a true couple.]

[This CP is simply amazing, sometimes the sexual tension is full, and sometimes it is pure love.]

[That's great now. There are only two of us in the room. Wouldn't the atmosphere be even more...]

[Who knows how to show me Hong Wen, I obviously did nothing]

[It’s okay, the feast is also red and warm hahahaha]

He Yan took another big sip of orange juice to calm himself down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhu Shengting drink up the cold green tea.

"How's your mission going?" He Yan tilted his head to look at the people around him, "Time is almost up."

Zhu Shengting raised his head and thought for a moment, "Well, I still have the last year's work to write. I can give it to you when I get home tonight."

"Oh." He Yan fiddled with his clothes, his eyes falling on Zhu Shengting's bony hands, thinking of the touch when he had just covered his lips.

When Zhu Shengting went to bed with him before, she liked to put this hand in front of his mouth and let him bite it no matter whether it was painful or pleasurable.

There was even one time when he couldn't help himself and left an obvious tooth mark on it. During that time, Zhu Shengting had to apply concealer on his hands to cover it up when attending events.

But in fact, they don’t have many opportunities to be affectionate with each other. At that time, the two of them are always passionate and want to give everything they have to each other.

However, that ridiculous night more than half a month ago was actually more intense than all the previous ones combined.

Sweat and tears were all stained on their tightly pressed skin. They bit each other's lips like wild beasts, taking away all the breath from each other.

It was not until He Yan recalled those details now that he understood one thing: if there was only hatred, without longing and love, they would not have kissed.

At least, he wouldn't be willing to.

"But..." Zhu Shengting hesitated and spoke again, "I think what I wrote is very boring."

He Yan raised his eyes and looked at him seriously.

Zhu Shengting went on to explain: "My life there was almost the same: studying, creating, working. The moment I started writing, I found that I couldn't remember what I was doing that day at all, unless you asked me that."

"Of course, this line of work is meaningful to me, and I know my talents," Zhu Shengting has always known where his strengths lie. "So when I'm making a movie, I can handle all the pressure. I know I can do it well. But once I'm away from this, I become confused and wonder what I'm doing."

He Yan gently grasped the fabric of his pants and swallowed the words he wanted to say.

The silent pain spread, taking root in Zhu Shengting's heart and lungs, and finally piercing into his blood along the fingers they touched in the dark.

"But I know the purpose of what I'm doing. I just hope that one sunny day, I can stand by your side again, just like I said last time."

"I don't think I've ever said this, but I've always felt really bad that I wasn't standing by your side when 'Guyu Descent' won the award. I never thought we'd never have the chance again."

Zhu Shengting didn't care that it was still being broadcast live. He just said everything he wanted to say to He Yan, regardless of the occasion.

He Yan's eyes moved and he finally lowered his head.

[Help! So, what exactly is the mission that Sister Yan gave Brother-in-law Ting? ]

[Although I couldn’t guess what it was, tears started flowing when I heard these words.]

[It turns out that it wasn't just us at the feast who felt sorry about that incident; you guys felt the same way too [crying]]

[Who understands? That should have been a good opportunity to perform on the same stage, but because Ting's brother-in-law had to shoot a movie, he missed it. In the end, the movie was also cancelled. Shengyan and Shengyanpi have the same miserable fate.]

[But that time was truly incredible. Looking back now, it feels both painful and exhilarating… Regrets create a different kind of beauty.]

[I am already satisfied. When I knew that Shengyan was going to be on this dating show, I knew that all my tears criticizing Shengyan were not in vain.]

[Wow, how did this suddenly change from an adult channel to a channel that makes me cry?]

[So, does Sister Yan want Brother-in-law Ting to write about his life in the United States?]

[It's possible, that's why Ting's brother-in-law said it was very boring and writing about it would be boring too.]

【Become a better self and stand by your side...】

[I can’t think of any CP that is more satisfying than the feast experience]

"He Yan," Zhu Shengting chuckled, breaking the somewhat dull atmosphere and changing the subject, "Do you want me to press it for you?"

"You..." He Yan blinked, not expecting this person to change the subject so quickly.

He was about to say that you are not a professional, but when he saw the expectation in Zhu Shengting's eyes, he swallowed the words back.

"Just massage the shoulders. I used to massage my mother often, and she said my technique is very good." Zhu Shengting added.

He Yan sighed softly, sat up straight, turned around, and faced Zhu Shengting with his back.

Zhu Shengting knew that He Yan agreed, so he moved closer and began to press gently.

He Yan closed his eyes, feeling Zhu Shengting's moderate strength. This strength was indeed very suitable for him, a person who was afraid of pain.

"Are you comfortable?" Zhu Shengting asked He Yan in his ear while pressing and turning his head.

He Yan nodded lazily, "Hmm..."

"Do you want to press other places?" Zhu Shengting pressed on.

Zhu Shengting's strength was really suitable for him. He Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "Press my back too."

"Yes, sir." Zhu Shengting's hand moved down from He Yan's shoulder and gently massaged his back.

Then it gradually moved down to his waist, the warm palm lingered on his waist, and then slowly moved down.

It wasn't until Zhu Shengting touched the tattoo on He Yan's lower back that He Yan couldn't help but shudder subconsciously.

"etc……"

He suppressed the strange itch, grabbed Zhu Shengting's wrist, and turned sideways to stop him from massaging.

Zhu Shengting was still a little confused, with an innocent look in his eyes, "Did I press too hard?"

He Yan felt an itch on his lower back, but for a moment he couldn't tell whether the man in front of him was doing it on purpose.

"No..." He let go of her hand, turned over, and lay down on the pillow, "I think it's about time."

A flash of disappointment appeared in Zhu Shengting's eyes, but only for a moment, and He Yan didn't notice it.

[Oh my god, this date spot is so great... I'm so happy]

[I really saw Ting's husband pressing Yan's wife, it was so cool, my friends]

【Our feast was really delicious】

Didn’t you just see Brother-in-law Ting press a certain spot on Sister Yan’s lower back, and Sister Yan trembled a little? That was great.

[I saw it... Then Sister Yan said she wouldn't press it anymore. His expression was unnatural.]

[Why do I feel like...someone is doing this on purpose?]

[It’s hard to say]

After the two of them sat back in their seats, they turned on the projector, picked a random high-scoring movie and watched it for a while, then rested for an hour and a half.

"bite--"

He Yan opened his phone and saw a text message from the production team.

"Dear friend, the date is about to end, please make the most of the last moment~"

"It's about to end again." Zhu Shengting also received the text message and said lightly.

He Yan hummed softly, but didn't feel it was a pity.

Maybe it’s because… he subconsciously knew that this would not be his last date with Zhu Shengting.

I'm hurt

[Before this date ends, could you give me a kiss to show me your strength?]

[Haha, it's been sixteen days since we've been feasting together! Sixteen days without a kiss!]

[Not necessarily. We wouldn’t know if they kissed secretly.]

[Hehe, don't treat us as outsiders]

[Don’t change your clothes and don’t leave…]

The feast was so sweet. Teacher Lu and Mr. Fu were also quite nice. It seemed like they were both very satisfied with their date.

Zhou Chengyin and Li Yuan are sweating profusely, hahaha! They said we can't date outdoors~

[Fuck, I didn't know until I saw it, and I was shocked. Producer Tan grabbed fifteen dolls for Xing Liang? I bought them first, I'm jealous.]

I don’t know how to describe the atmosphere between Xiao Qian and Teacher Yang.

[Don’t turn off the live broadcast, I still want to watch the feast.]

*

At night, seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhu Shengting knocked on the door of He Yan's studio, holding an envelope.

This time he just stood at the door and didn't come in. He handed the letter to He Yan.

He Yan took the letter and was about to say something when Zhu Shengting spoke up, "Seven years, every year has been in there. I'm leaving now."

After he said this, he turned and left. Only he knew how uneasy he felt in his heart.

Although those stories were not beautiful, he still wrote them down to He Yan without any embellishment.

He knew that this was also what He Yan wanted to see.

He Yan watched Zhu Shengting leave, then closed the door, sat back in his seat, and opened the letter.

There were seven sheets of letter paper in total, representing seven years, not one year less, but the number of words on each sheet was not many.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh, starting from the first year they had been apart.

【Congratulatory Banquet:

This was the first spring we separated, and I always felt it was particularly regretful because we had never celebrated my birthday together.

(As I write this in my old tone, I suddenly understand why you want me to write this.)]

After reading the first paragraph, He Yan shed a tear without warning, which fell on the word "spring", as if this was a letter written by Zhu Shengting that year, but he had not received it.