Chapter 3 Am I not as good as the sofa?

Su Yueming, however, refused to give up.

He pressed on, "Have you eaten?"

Wang Yan didn't think Su Yueming cared about him; he was more likely testing him.

Test his hunger, test whether he has the strength now.

Wang Yan pursed his thin lips. He shouldn't have answered the question, but he still answered honestly, "I'm not hungry."

Su Yueming frowned slightly; he had finally figured out why Wang Yan was so thin.

You can skip meals just because you're not hungry, and you can go on skipping meals indefinitely if you're never hungry.

“Even if you’re not hungry, you shouldn’t skip meals.” Su Yueming paused, his tone admonishing, “You should at least eat something.”

These words reached Wang Yan's ears, and he froze, not moving an inch.

Is Su Yueming concerned about me?

Wang Yan didn't know, but it was most likely impossible.

"Are you trying to escape while I'm eating?" Wang Yan assumed this was perfectly reasonable. "Don't even think about it, you can't break the chains."

Su Yueming remained silent for a moment.

He swore he really didn't intend to run away.

He wouldn't want to leave even if he were given a million dollars to be with the person he loves.

But after realizing that this method wouldn't get Wang Yan to eat, Su Yueming sat up straight and decided to use reverse psychology.

“Of course I know I can’t open these chains,” Su Yueming said, his tone rising. “But from your weak and listless voice, I sincerely suggest you eat more, otherwise you’ll starve to death before you even finish seven days.”

Dim light fell around him, and chains bound him to the bed. Even though he was the "prisoner," his pride and arrogant demeanor remained unbroken.

Wang Yan had heard even more vicious and arrogant words, so he didn't care at all.

But the word "death" struck him hard, causing a crack to appear on his face.

He was truly facing death.

What if, as Su Yueming said, he dies in less than seven days?

Wouldn't Su Yueming be left to fend for himself?

That's absolutely unacceptable. He can go to hell alone.

“You’re right.” Wang Yan nodded, as if in agreement. “I should indeed eat some.”

After saying that, Wang Yan left the bedroom again with the empty bowl in his hand.

Hearing Wang Yan's footsteps fading into the distance, Su Yueming felt a surge of smug satisfaction.

Let's see how effective the reverse psychology tactic is!

Hopefully, Wang Yan can eat more and gain weight.

Wang Yan went into the kitchen again, intending to put the empty bowls in the sink to wash them, but he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something.

Using the empty bowl that Su Yueming had used, he ladled out another bowl of porridge.

He leaned against the pool, his black clothes almost making him blend into the night.

His trembling, long eyelashes betrayed his nervousness. Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

It was the same spoon that had just been used to feed Su Yueming.

So sweet.

This was Wang Yan's first feeling, a sweetness that spread from the bottom of his heart.

The porridge was quickly finished. Looking at the empty bowl, Wang Yan was as if he had been burned. He quickly threw the bowl and spoon into the sink.

How could he do such a thing?

That's so sleazy and vulgar.

Tap water kept washing over Wang Yan's porcelain-white fingers. His lips were tightly pressed together, and the emotions churning in his eyes were self-loathing.

I hate myself for having such poor self-control.

Wang Yan stopped rubbing his fingers until they turned red and a slight pain came over him.

He let out a heavy sigh and put the bowl and spoon into the sterilizer.

He turned off the lights in the living room, and the dim moonlight streamed in through the glass window. He stopped again as he passed the small pot of succulents on the coffee table.

"Xiao Duo."

Xiao Duo is the name Wang Yan gave to the succulent.

He had no friends growing up, so he poured out all his secrets and grievances to this succulent plant.

Xiao Duo is a good person. Xiao Duo will never betray him and will always stay here and never leave him.

Xiao Duo certainly couldn't answer Wang Yan, but that didn't stop him from talking to himself.

"I wish time could slow down, just a little bit more."

Wang stretched out his hand and touched the succulent's leaves, saying in a seemingly devout manner, "Little Duo, please bless me."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went into the bedroom.

The bedroom door creaked open as I pushed it open.

Wang Yan decisively turned off the bedroom lights. The heavy curtains blocked out the moonlight, and thick darkness enveloped the room.

Before Su Yueming could figure out what he was going to do, a rustling sound rang out.

“There are no other bedrooms,” Wang Yan explained, “so I have no choice but to sleep here.”

Su Yueming raised an eyebrow; it turned out that Wang Yan wanted to sleep with him.

He concealed his secret joy and honestly moved to the side.

A thought flashed through my mind: How many golden opportunities does one have in life? Why not seize them with all your might!

Unfortunately, the room was too dark, so Wang Yan couldn't see Su Yueming's actions at all. Realizing that his words were ambiguous, he quickly added, "Don't worry, I'm just sleeping on the sofa."

sofa?

Su Yueming stopped all his movements in an instant.

Wang Yan had already lifted his leg and walked towards the sofa at the foot of the bed, but the sofa was too small, and he had to curl up his legs to lie down completely on it.

The thin blanket draped over his body gave Wang Yan a sense of security.

"good evening."

Wang Yan gazed at the figure lying on the large bed and murmured something.

Su Yueming has sharp ears, and he immediately caught Wang Yan's "Goodnight." Without hesitation, he replied, "Goodnight."

Wang Yan seemed surprised by his response, and his expression faltered slightly.

Then he laughed foolishly.

He forgot who had told him that "goodnight" also means "I love you".

He said "goodnight" to Su Yueming countless times in his heart.

He forced himself to close his eyes, trying to stop the wandering thoughts in his mind.

But Su Yueming, lying on the big bed, couldn't sleep, his eyes fixed on the black tie.

I couldn't help but scream inside: No way, why put the sofa in the bedroom?

And why did you go to sleep on the sofa? Was he not tempting enough lying on the big bed?

It's not even as good as a broken sofa!

Su Yueming was secretly angry.

Perhaps the effects of the drug were still lingering in his body, because Su Yueming soon fell asleep again.

At this moment, Wang Yan, who was lying on the sofa, slowly got up and deliberately slowed his pace to walk in front of Su Yueming.

Only after confirming that Su Yueming was truly asleep did he open the drawer and take out the iodine solution.

By the faint moonlight, Wang Yan carefully and attentively wiped Su Yueming's reddened wrist with iodine.

I pray in my heart that it will heal quickly.

Love surged within him; he couldn't bear to see Su Yueming get hurt.