Chapter 28 Electric Scooter

Unusually, Wang Yan did not change his shoes when he opened the door with his key.

The shoe print was clearly imprinted on the floor, winding its way into the bedroom.

"You're late again."

Sitting on the bed, Su Yueming turned his head to look at Wang Yan and calmly stated the fact.

But if you listen carefully, you'll find that his voice seems to contain a hint of grievance.

"Why do you come home so late every day? Don't tell me you went to help others again today."

At this moment, Su Yueming forgot to pretend and couldn't help but reveal his cold-blooded true colors.

"No."

Wang Yan shook his head in denial, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

He slowly approached the bedside, looking down at Su Yueming, his gaze like a pair of large hands carefully tracing his face.

Let's go see a musical together.

Wang Yan heard himself utter those words.

This time, it was Su Yueming's turn to be shocked; his face went blank for a moment.

"What?"

Su Yueming was incredulous; he thought he had misheard.

"Let's go see a musical."

Wang Yan turned his head away, his gaze falling aimlessly into the distance.

"But...but I'm being imprisoned." Su Yueming frowned, trying his best to remind Wang Yan of the fact that he was being imprisoned.

"It's alright, I'll let you out."

Su Yueming: "...It's related."

"Um?"

“I don’t want to go.” Su Yueming leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, and said logically, “I don’t like musicals.”

Wang Yan never expected him to refuse so decisively.

He lowered his head and pursed his lips: "Just consider it as keeping me company."

Su Yueming simply couldn't learn to refuse Wang Yan, so when those words reached his ears, even the usually quick-witted Su Yueming fell silent.

"Oh well."

"Hmm." Wang Yan's eyelashes trembled, and it felt as if there were blades hidden in his throat. Every word he uttered was incredibly difficult. "Don't move. I'll unlock the chains around your ankles."

Su Yueming definitely wouldn't move, because he had no intention of leaving this place.

He didn't want to be separated from Wang Yan for even a moment.

Wang Yan sat on the bed, his palms sweating and his fingers as cold as a dead man's.

The moment the chains around Su Yueming's ankles were removed, Wang Yan felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

He was betting that Su Yueming wouldn't suddenly lash out.

Even after the iron chain was thrown onto the bed, Su Yueming still didn't make a move, which made Wang Yan feel slightly relieved.

Standing up again, Wang Yan took a deep breath. "I'll find you some clothes."

Wang Yan is shorter than Su Yueming, so if Su Yueming wears his clothes out, it looks ill-fitting and strange.

It's possible that before Su Yueming could even run away, passersby had already called the police.

Therefore, Wang Yan did not take his own clothes, but instead placed the clothes he wore on the day of his imprisonment on the large bed.

"Let me help you put it on."

The moment the clothes were put on, Su Yueming recognized them as his own.

Because of the different materials, the feeling of wearing them is also different.

A sweet feeling instantly welled up in Su Yueming's heart. So many days had passed. Wang Yan still kept the clothes he had worn when he arrived. Did this mean that Wang Yan still cared about him?

"Are these my clothes?"

Wang Yan paused in the act of buttoning his shirt, and after a long while, he finally hummed in response.

Why did you keep it?

Su Yueming asked the question with a hint of hesitation.

“I don’t have any clothes here that would suit you.” Wang Yan paused, then looked up at him. “I was thinking of giving them to you to wear when you leave.”

One sentence instantly turned Su Yueming's boiling heart into ice.

"You, you're planning to make me...make me leave?" Su Yueming stammered nervously, his body practically welded to the bed.

It's unclear whether it was because Su Yueming's shirt buttons were too slippery or because Wang Yan was also a little nervous.

Wang Yan couldn't button the last button.

"The initiative is now in your hands."

Wang Yan simply let go of the button and stopped worrying about it.

"let's go."

Wang Yan stood up cleanly and decisively, not wanting to reveal the emotions that were about to reach their peak.

Even though his legs were now free and unrestrained, Su Yueming still felt a little uncomfortable.

He sensed the determination in Wang Yan's words and could only slowly get out of bed.

Su Yueming was about to say that he couldn't see the road clearly and wanted to use this as an excuse to delay.

The next second, Wang Yan took his hand.

Before Su Yueming could even begin to feel a surge of emotion, he was startled by Wang Yan's icy fingers.

Without hesitation, Su Yueming gripped Wang Yan's fingers tightly to warm them, hoping to transfer some of his own body heat to him.

Wang Yan immediately noticed Su Yueming's action of gripping his fingers, but he assumed that Su Yueming was afraid.

So he comforted him, "Don't be afraid, just follow me."

"Yes, I know."

Su Yueming, of course, unconditionally trusted Wang Yan.

This was the first time Su Yueming had left this bedroom since he was imprisoned.

As Su Yueming followed Wang Yan down the steps, he could smell the impurities floating in the air, which led him to conclude that the residential area where Wang Yan lived was very old and that even the stairwells were not cleaned.

A warm breeze caressed Su Yueming's face, ruffling the hair on his forehead, while the afterglow of the sunlight fell on his face.

Wang Yanze stared blankly at the horizon; today was a rare sight of fiery clouds at sunset.

The setting sun dyed half the sky red, a beautiful scene, but in Wang Yan's current state of mind, he felt that the red color looked exactly like blood.

Wang Yan led Su Yueming by the hand to the electric scooter.

As the key was inserted into the lock and the electric scooter beeped, Wang Yan's face suddenly flushed red.

"Come on up."

Wang Yan turned his head and said to Su Yueming.

What kind of car is this?

Su Yueming is a big fan of cars and has seen more cars than people. His underground garage is filled with a number of limited-edition luxury cars.

This was the first time he had ever heard such a warning sound from a vehicle. Su Yueming was a little confused and humbly asked Wang Yan for clarification.

Wang Yan hesitated for a second, then said, "Electric scooter."

"Um?"

Su Yueming stood there stunned, a gentle breeze ruffling the hem of his clothes.

“Actually, it’s not bad.” Su Yueming straddled Wang Yan and sat down steadily behind him.

Without hesitation, Wang Yan started the electric scooter. Su Yueming seemed worried about safety, so he hugged Wang Yan's waist tightly and pressed his chest against Wang Yan's back.

The scenery kept receding into the distance, and the evening breeze carried a pleasant feeling.

Su Yueming rested his head on Wang Yan's shoulder. This was his first time riding an electric scooter, and he found it to be quite enjoyable.

Wang Yanze wished that time could pass more slowly, much more slowly.

Once you step into the concert hall, everything will become unknown.