Chapter 24 Give Me a Kiss

The closer it gets to autumn, the earlier it gets dark.

Wang Yan didn't feel like he had wasted much time, but by the time the electric scooter entered the residential area, the sky had already completely darkened.

He climbed the stairs two steps at a time, getting home as quickly as possible.

The key was inserted into the lock, and with a "click," Wang Yan pushed open the door and entered the house.

I reached out and pressed the switch on the living room chandelier, and light instantly streamed down, illuminating the entire room.

Why are you only getting back now?

Before Wang Yan could adjust to the light, an unpleasant voice rang out at him.

Wang Yan looked up in the direction of the sound and saw Su Yueming standing straight at the bedroom door.

If he hadn't spoken, one would have thought he was a statue waiting for his husband.

"Didn't we agree on four o'clock in the afternoon?"

Su Yueming pressed for an answer.

Wang Yan bent down to change his shoes and put on slippers.

"Because I was delayed by some things," Wang Yan explained to him.

Su Yueming was still unhappy. "What is it?"

Wang Yan recalled the boy he had rescued, and perhaps with a testing mindset, he slowly approached Su Yueming.

"On my way back, I saw someone being bullied, so I helped him."

Wang Yan felt a surge of anticipation, wondering if Su Yueming had already forgotten him.

Su Yueming frowned even more deeply. Wang Yan was late because he had gone to help others.

Although it was a good thing, Su Yueming was not happy at all.

This resulted in Wang Yanshao spending several hours with him.

Are you alright?

Su Yueming's voice was a little hoarse, and the tension on his face didn't seem fake.

Wang Yanwei stood there, stunned.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Su Yueming was genuinely concerned or just pretending.

"I'm fine."

Wang Yan's eyelashes fluttered incessantly, and his expression seemed somewhat unnatural.

"That's good." Su Yueming breathed a sigh of relief, then said earnestly, "Don't be so impulsive next time. What if you get hurt?"

The dim light fell on Wang Yan's eyes, and he murmured, "I won't delay your meal."

These words almost made Su Yueming choke.

Does Wang Yan think he's a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat all day?

“It has nothing to do with these things. I’m worried about you.” Su Yueming opened up to Wang Yan.

Worry?

This term was completely unfamiliar to Wang Yan.

Hearing these words from Su Yueming was no less impactful than telling Wang Yan that hens can climb trees and roosters can lay eggs.

"Stop fooling around."

A sarcastic smile played on Wang Yan's lips; he didn't believe it.

Standing between the dark bedroom and the bright living room, Su Yueming asked sincerely, "What do I have to do for you to believe me?"

The two of them are clearly only a step apart, but to Wang Yan, Su Yueming is a world away.

Su Yueming was like the wind; no matter how hard Wang Yan tried, he couldn't catch him or hold him tight.

Countless images flashed through Wang Yan's mind. He really didn't want to hear Su Yueming say these ambiguous words anymore. Every time he said them, it made Wang Yan sink deeper.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone back on his word and refused to let Su Yueming leave.

With a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude, Wang Yan took another half step toward Su Yueming.

"Give me a kiss," Wang Yan said, taking a lot of courage. "Then I'll believe you."

For a moment, Su Yueming felt as if he was hallucinating, imagining what he wanted to hear.

The thing I'd been looking forward to has come true so smoothly?

Seeing that Su Yueming remained silent, Wang Yan retreated with a self-deprecating smile.

He knew that Su Yueming's ambiguous words were simply an attempt to lower his guard.

It's normal, there's nothing wrong with it.

No one wants to be imprisoned, and no one likes being locked up in this rather shabby house.

"Calculate……."

Before Wang Yan could finish speaking, Su Yueming hugged him without warning.

He seemed to see everything clearly, his large hand forcefully pressing down on the back of his neck, and the next second a kiss landed on his lips.

Wang Yan was shocked by what had happened.

Caught off guard, he allowed Su Yueming's tongue to skillfully slip into his mouth, bringing a strange, tingling sensation.

Wang Yan placed his hands against Su Yueming's chest, as if to refuse, yet also as if to feign reluctance.

In fact, Wang Yan's mind was a complete mess until the kiss ended.

Wang Yan heard slightly rapid breathing coming from his own mouth.

"Now you believe me, right?"

Su Yueming spoke in a low, hoarse voice into Wang Yan's ear.

They embraced, and in a daze, Wang Yan felt he could hear the other's heartbeat.

Wang Yan suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"Still don't believe me?" Su Yueming chuckled in his ear. "Then let's do it again."

After saying that, Su Yueming lowered his head and kissed Wang Yan again.

Wang Yan hurriedly dodged, and the kiss landed on his cheek.

"I believe it, I really believe it."

It wasn't that Wang Yan didn't want the kiss, but rather that he was practically on fire.

If he accepts this kiss, he might just melt right there.

How much do you believe?

Su Yueming had no intention of letting Wang Yan off the hook, and his warm breath brushed against Wang Yan's ear.

Wang Yan trembled slightly for a moment; his ears were a sensitive spot.

An ambiguous atmosphere hung in the air, filling the entire room.

“A lot, a great many, one hundred percent.”

Wang Yan couldn't take it anymore.

"That's more like it."

Su Yueming nodded slowly and with satisfaction.

"So can you let go of me now?" Wang Yan pushed Su Yueming's chest and made an excuse: "It's time to cook."

"All right."

Su Yueming was afraid that Wang Yan would go hungry, so he reluctantly let go.

As soon as the restraints were gone, Wang Yan turned around and walked towards the kitchen without thinking, stammering awkwardly, "I, I'll go cook."

Su Yueming crossed his arms over his chest; he could even picture Wang Yan's flushed cheeks at that moment.

so cute.

Wang Yan made a complete failure in preparing this dinner.

I added too little water when cooking the rice, which made it a bit hard. I also didn't keep an eye on the heat, which caused the vegetables to burn.

Because while cooking, Wang Yan couldn't help but recall that kiss.

The warmth of Su Yueming still lingered on her lips, soft and sweet, and whenever she forced herself not to think about it, it would reappear in her mind the next second.

As he carried the food into the bedroom, Wang Yan suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he saw Su Yueming sitting on the big bed. He coughed lightly and said, "The food today isn't very good."

Su Yueming raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

But he didn't say anything, he just silently ate two large bowls.

The light shone on his handsome profile, and his thin, rosy lips parted slightly: "I think it tastes pretty good."

"As long as I'm with you, everything tastes like the finest delicacies."