Chapter 14 How would I know if you didn't tell me?

In a dream.

Wang Yan felt as if he had fallen into a snake pit.

The black python coiled tightly around him, its scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Fear and dread consumed him completely, and without hesitation, he tried to open his mouth to call for help.

Before it could even utter the word "help," its eyes gleamed, and it spat out a tongue.

Watching helplessly as it pounced on him, Wang Yan closed his eyes, thinking he was about to perish in its jaws.

But the next second he felt a wet touch on his lips and he suddenly opened his eyes.

To everyone's surprise, it was Su Yueming's face.

He is kissing himself.

This realization shocked Wang Yan.

The tongue kept gently licking the lips, as if testing or tempting.

Wang Yan's eyelashes trembled incessantly, his heart in turmoil.

The angel said, "You can't do that," while the devil said, "Be bolder, it's just a dream anyway."

In the end, Wang Yan believed the devil's whisper. He opened his lips, and Su Yueming's tongue instantly slipped inside, their lips and teeth intertwining.

I kissed until my lips went numb and my tongue ached.

The alarm clock rang precisely at seven o'clock, and Wang Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

Last night's dream rushed to him and flooded his mind.

His cheeks flushed instantly; how could he have such a dream!

How could he fantasize about Su Yueming?

Even in dreams, it's not allowed.

Wang Yan couldn't accept it, and he reached out to cover his cheeks.

Good morning.

Su Yueming's hoarse voice rang in his ears.

Caught off guard, Wang Yan was almost startled and jumped up.

"Good morning."

Wang Yan spoke in a flustered manner, his eyes darting around: "Um, I'm going to wash up."

Without hesitation, Wang Yan got off the bed barefoot and rushed into the bathroom as if he had been chased by a dog.

The splash of cold water on his face sobered Wang Yan up considerably.

Wang Yan began to feel pain in his lips and looked up at himself in the mirror.

My lips do seem a bit redder than before, and when I gently purse them, I feel a tingling sensation.

This kiss felt so real.

A bold idea suddenly came to mind: Could it be that Su Yueming secretly kissed him while he was asleep?

The idea had barely formed for two seconds when Wang Yan punched the mirror.

The shattered mirror fragmented his image into countless pieces. He seemed oblivious to the pain as blood slowly dripped down his finger joints.

He couldn't accept that he had fantasies about Su Yueming.

Love surged within him, and he felt he was about to lose control.

He warned himself in his heart that there were only three days left, just three days left, and he would definitely send Su Yueming back unharmed.

Su Yueming also heard the loud noise.

He frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

What was that sound?

Su Yueming tried calling out to Wang Yan.

The next second, Wang Yan pushed open the door and walked out, his tone completely calm, "The shampoo fell on the floor."

Su Yueming did not believe it, because he smelled a bloody odor that was unique to fresh blood.

"Are you bleeding?"

"No."

Wang Yan lied subconsciously.

Are you sure you want to lie to me?

Wang Yan lowered his eyes, his long hair obscuring his thin profile.

"Please don't get hurt again, okay? You still have to feed me."

Su Yueming's words were reasonable and well-founded, but he clenched his hands tightly in front of his body.

He didn't know why Wang Yan had suddenly injured him, or what had happened.

Or did Wang Yan notice something about my behavior last night?

Su Yueming didn't know.

"I know." Wang Yan suddenly closed his eyes and raised his voice slightly. "Don't worry, it won't interfere with your meal."

Agitation churned within him; he hated himself for being like this, yet he managed to discern a hint of concern in Su Yueming's words.

Perhaps having a crush on someone means constantly adding drama to your life through small details, creating evidence that the other person loves you too.

Walking to the bedside, Wang Yan opened the drawer and began to treat the wound with a blank expression.

The small fragment embedded in the flesh was removed with pliers, iodine was applied, and then a simple bandage was applied. The wound was then treated.

"It must hurt a lot."

Su Yueming turned his head to ask him, feeling a pang of heartache.

"fine."

Wang Yan shook his head.

Su Yueming gasped, a mountain of questions churning in his mind, "Why did you hurt yourself? Did something happen?"

Wang Yan's eyelashes fluttered, and he looked around as he said, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

How do you know I don't understand if you don't tell me?

Wang Yan's gaze lingered on him for a long time, filled with a surging tenderness.

How can I tell him that I've had a crush on him for many years?

Tell him that he keeps the things he casually throws away.

This includes, but is not limited to, the books Su Yueming used during his university years, the first page of which bears his handwritten name.

Wang Yan himself felt that this unrequited love was both morbid and extreme.

No one would understand if I told them.

Moreover, he already has a terminal illness, so there's no need to express his love anymore.

What do you want to eat for breakfast?

Wang Yan withdrew his gaze and put the medicine box back into the drawer.

"Soup dumplings," Su Yueming said deliberately, "and they have to be from the Jin family."

Jin's Steamed Buns is very famous in City A and has opened many branches. They say that the filling recipe is specially made and that ordinary people simply cannot replicate the taste.

Therefore, Wang Yan could only order takeout for Su Yueming.

This was exactly what Su Yueming wanted; Wang Yan's hand was already injured, and Su Yueming didn't want him to get it wet.

“Okay.” Wang Yan paused for a second, then picked up his phone and started ordering takeout.

The delivery was very fast; it only took half an hour from the time Wang Yan was notified to the time of delivery.

When someone suddenly knocked on the door, Wang Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After unlocking the door, Wang Yan only opened it a third of the way, with most of his body hidden inside.

"Just give it to me."

"Okay," the deliveryman said politely. "Enjoy your meal."

Wang Yan was unwilling to talk more and closed the door without hesitation.

Silently entering the bedroom, Wang Yan handed the steamed buns to Su Yueming.

"Eat."

Wang Yan leaned against the bedside table, his body slightly forward. Time was counting down, and he wanted to look at Su Yueming a little longer.

He watched as Su Yueming tore open the packaging bag, opened the lunchbox, and picked up the steamed buns inside.

Su Yueming put the bun to his lips and took a big bite, the oil inside instantly overflowing.

Have you ever tried their steamed buns?

Wang Yan was watching intently, and it took him several seconds to realize that Su Yueming was talking to him.

"No."

The Jin family's steamed buns were too expensive, which Wang Yan felt was not worth it.

For him, food was merely something to fill his stomach.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Su Yueming turned around without warning and handed the steamed bun to Wang Yan.

"Try it, I think it's pretty good."

Wang Yan stared blankly at the half-eaten bun in front of him.

A gentle breeze blew in through the cracks in the window that wasn't completely closed, causing a corner of the curtains to flutter. Light streamed in, reflecting off the large bed and landing behind Su Yueming.

"I won't eat it."

Wang Yan instinctively refused, his inferiority complex as pervasive as a venomous snake.

"Try it."

Su Yueming continued to persuade him, his voice deep and pleasant.

A gentle breeze ruffled the hair on Wang Yan's forehead, revealing his full forehead.

He was so enticed that he opened his mouth, lowered his head, and bit hard at the bun in Su Yueming's hand.

The aroma of meat exploded on his taste buds, and for the first time, Wang Yan felt that food was not just for filling his stomach.

It can be so delicious!

It was a truly enjoyable experience.