Chapter 13 I Like You

Wang Yan and Su Yueming stood face to face, his wrist gripped tightly in Su Yueming's hand.

"good."

Wang Yan agreed without hesitation, though he also felt it would be torture.

He instinctively tried to pull his wrist back, but Su Yueming gripped it tighter and tighter.

The slight pain made Wang Yan frown, and just as he was about to speak again, Su Yueming suddenly realized what was happening and released his fingers.

"Feel sorry."

However, Su Yueming's apology lacked any sincerity.

Wang Yan didn't mind, and instead draped the bathrobe over Su Yueming's shoulders.

With his pale, fleshy body now covered by the cloth, Wang Yan finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Let's go outside."

"good."

Su Yueming vowed in his heart that he would never do it again.

Before Wang Yan could even lose control, he himself was about to lose control first.

Lying back down on the large bed, Su Yueming tried to calm his burning desire and steady his rapid breathing.

Wang Yan quickly changed out of his wet clothes and ran to the kitchen to cook.

He stood in the kitchen, facing the chili peppers on the cutting board, and for a moment forgot how to cut them.

The scene inside the bathroom kept replaying in my mind.

After a while, he slapped his cheeks hard, telling himself to stop imagining things.

Wang Yan made a simple lunch today: stir-fried eggs with chili peppers and sweet and sour pork ribs.

Su Yueming obliged and ate two large bowls of rice.

Seeing this, Wang Yan was somewhat pleased.

Liking someone might mean wanting them to eat more of the food you cook.

Watching him eat is a kind of happiness.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the rosy sunset generously blanketed the earth, creating a scene resembling a priceless oil painting.

Wang Yan stared intently at Su Yueming, wanting to etch every detail of this scene into his heart.

After finishing his meal, Su Yueming let out a burp and then praised without hesitation, "I think with your skills you could be a chef."

Wang Yan's eyelashes fluttered repeatedly; he had heard the exact same words twice in one day.

“My friend said the same thing.”

The word "friend" reached Su Yueming's ears, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised instantly drooped down.

"A friend?" Su Yueming repeated, then continued, "The one who called you this morning?"

"Um."

Wang Yan nodded.

"How long have you known him?" Su Yueming was rather suspicious. "Could he like you?"

Wang Yan was surprised and hurriedly waved his hands, "How could that be? No way, he likes girls."

Su Yueming snorted coldly, indicating his disagreement.

"Besides, why would anyone else like me? I..."

Wang Yan lowered his head, his chin almost touching his chest.

"Why do you think other people won't like you?" Su Yueming interrupted Wang Yan before he could finish speaking. "I just think you're great."

Wang Yan suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

It seems very strange that an imprisoned person would praise the person who imprisoned him.

But Wang Yan quickly understood.

He interpreted Su Yueming's behavior as him trying to please him.

"Thank you." Wang Yan's thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke sincerely: "Whether what you said was sincere or not, I am very happy."

Su Yueming noticed Wang Yan's sensitive emotions.

The sun had completely set, and the moon had taken over the sky in place of the sun.

Darkness began to engulf the room, and the other person's figure gradually became invisible.

Su Yueming opened his mouth, wanting to loudly tell Wang Yan, "What if I said, I like you?"

The air was floating in mid-air, and Wang Yan was indeed momentarily lost in thought.

The words he had dreamed of all this time have come true today.

My heart, inside my chest, is filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow.

Even if you say that, I won't take off your handcuffs, nor will I let you go now.

As Su Yueming expected, Wang Yan did not believe what he said.

Putting himself in his shoes, if he were in his shoes, he wouldn't believe it either.

"All right."

Su Yueming shrugged and leaned back against the headboard.

Wang Yan turned on the bedside lamp, and the orange-yellow light instantly poured down.

"It's getting late, time to go to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Su Yueming immediately moved aside to make room for him.

"You should sleep in bed," Su Yueming said deliberately, his voice carrying a hint of unease. "What if it rains again tonight?"

Wang Yan stood by the bed, caught in an internal struggle.

"This isn't a good idea."

Wang Yan's remaining rationality led him to refuse.

"But I'm scared," Su Yueming said, his tone both unreasonable and defiant. "Are you just going to watch me be scared?"

This was certainly not what Wang Yan wanted to see.

"Or are you afraid I'll do something to you?" Su Yueming continued, "My hands and feet are tied, what can I do?"

"I'm mainly afraid of what I might do to you!" Wang Yan silently added in his mind.

"Come on, let's sleep together."

Su Yueming extended the invitation with ill intentions.

His fingers, hanging by his sides, unconsciously clenched his trousers. Wang Yan, as if possessed, agreed, "Okay."

He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, on the large black bed.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his body stiffened and he leaned back, finally resting his head on the pillow.

Before Wang Yan could even catch his breath, Su Yueming suddenly leaned towards him from the side.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, Su Yueming's warm breath spraying on his cheek, his voice deep and seductive, "Are you nervous?"

"I don't."

Wang Yan denied it instinctively.

"Why do I feel like your heart is beating a little fast?"

Wang Yan subconsciously reached out and touched his heart, before he could even properly feel it.

Su Yueming then said, "Okay, actually I'm the one who's nervous."

Wang Yan suddenly turned his head to look at him, and Su Yueming seemed to sense his gaze and looked back at him as well.

"This is the first time I've shared a bed with someone else."

The image of the girl Su Yueming dated during his university years flashed through Wang Yan's mind.

"Really?"

Wang Yan heard himself ask this question.

"Of course it's true, I have no reason to lie to you."

Wang Yan licked his lips, a secret joy rising in his heart.

He soon began to despise himself, feeling ashamed of his own smugness.

"Go to sleep."

Wang Yan closed his eyes, refusing to speak further, fearing he would become increasingly greedy.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be willing to let Su Yueming leave after seven days.

Wang Yan thought that he would be fine once he fell asleep.

Falling asleep allows you to escape everything.

But little did he know that he had a erotic dream all night.