Chapter 35 Nosebleed

Su Yueming sensed the inferiority complex hidden in Wang Yan's words.

His fingers twisted together helplessly; he genuinely didn't understand why Wang Yan was so insecure.

The feeling of heartache was like countless steel needles piercing Su Yueming's heart and lungs.

He wanted to get to the bottom of things, to find out the "cause of the illness," and to open Wang Yan's heart and tell him that he deserved the best.

However, it was obvious that Wang Yan would not tell him the reason.

He pursed his lips, eager to prove himself.

"Then what will it take for you to believe me?" Su Yueming's Adam's apple bobbed as he asked him softly.

His words reached Wang Yan's ears and made him fall into deep thought.

Wang Yan realized that he didn't know what he had to do to make it believable.

He has believed in this for so long that it is as deeply rooted as a towering tree, and uprooting it is not something that can be done overnight.

"I don't know either."

Wang Yan began to speak to himself.

"You can loosen my tie," Su Yueming took a deep breath and finished speaking, "and see if I change?"

"impossible."

Wang Yan answered crisply and decisively.

He couldn't gamble on this matter, nor did he dare to.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Coupled with his deep-seated inferiority complex, Wang Yan couldn't help but misinterpret Su Yueming's words, taking them to extremes.

He suddenly realized that Su Yueming didn't want to prove his love for him at all, but rather wanted to see his face, then wait to leave and call the police, or perhaps he wanted to see the surrounding environment clearly and wait for an opportunity to escape.

His fingers, hanging at his sides, clenched unconsciously, but then he thought of that day at the concert hall.

He shook his head, banishing his sensitive thoughts.

He shouldn't think of Su Yueming that way.

Wang Yan's chest heaved heavily as he looked up at Su Yueming again.

"Apart from this, I can agree to anything else."

His eyelashes trembled incessantly, and his voice was ethereal, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Su Yueming's face is truly captivating, Wang Yan thought, even if he looked at it for a hundred years he wouldn't get enough.

So, almost unconsciously, he reached out and touched Su Yueming's cheek.

The warm, delicate skin touched Wang Yan's palm, and he seemed to wake from a dream, wanting to pull his fingers back.

However, Su Yueming was even faster, swiftly grabbing his finger as he tried to pull it back.

Su Yueming grabbed his hand tightly, and his warm breath sprayed onto Wang Yan's palm as he turned his head.

A tingling sensation spread from his palms to his limbs, and Wang Yan frowned in discomfort.

"Really?"

Su Yueming's voice became hoarse and deep, especially alluring on such a night.

Seeing Su Yueming's serious question, Wang Yan quickly added, "Besides letting you leave."

Su Yueming chuckled softly without warning, the sound seemingly coming from his chest, deep yet pleasant.

"I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yueming pulled Wang Yan towards him without warning, and Wang Yan, caught off guard, bumped into his arms.

The two were so close, chest to chest, listening to each other's heartbeats.

"Then I hope you'll hold me while we sleep tonight."

Su Yueming's voice came down from above Wang Yan's head.

"ah?"

Wang Yan slightly propped himself up and looked up at him.

Su Yueming naturally lowered his head as well.

If Wang Yan hadn't known that Su Yueming couldn't see him, he would have really thought they were looking at each other.

"Are you going to back out?"

Su Yueming gave a soft snort, and the corners of his mouth visibly slid down.

"No."

Wang Yan quickly clarified, "I was just a little surprised."

Su Yueming hugged Wang Yan tightly around the waist and decided to take the plunge and make the decision for him, saying, "Then I'll take that as a yes."

Wang Yan couldn't help but chuckle; he hadn't denied it.

"I'll go change into my pajamas first."

Wang Yan patted Su Yueming's arm, signaling him to let go.

"All right."

Su Yueming reluctantly let go of her hand.

Having regained his freedom, Wang Yan stood up and took out a gray set of pajamas from the closet.

Knowing that Su Yueming couldn't see, Wang Yan didn't go to the bathroom to change his clothes, and therefore didn't avoid Su Yueming.

Wang Yan cleanly and neatly took off his white short-sleeved shirt, revealing his pale skin.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a firm abdomen—every feature was clearly visible to Su Yueming.

Su Yueming subconsciously licked his dry lips, and even began to fantasize about what it would feel like to pinch that waist.

Wang Yan, who was standing not far away, continued. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them fall naturally to his feet.

The white boxer briefs hugged her full buttocks, and her straight, long legs made Su Yueming unable to look away.

Wang Yan was completely unaware of Su Yueming's gaze and put on his pajamas without a care.

"I've changed into my pajamas."

Wang Yan turned to look at Su Yueming, and then exclaimed, "Don't move, you're bleeding from your nose!"

"Wh-what?"

Su Yueming was brought back to his senses by his exclamation and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his nose.

A thick, red liquid came into view; he had actually gotten a nosebleed.

"Look up quickly, I'll go get you some water."

Wang Yan rushed into the bathroom in a panic and filled a basin with water.

"Come and wash up quickly."

Su Yueming nodded, dipped his hands in the water, and began to wash away the bloodstains.

The nosebleed stopped quickly, and Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you suddenly get a nosebleed?" Wang Yan asked him worriedly. "You were fine just a moment ago."

Su Yueming dared not tell the truth.

To say that you get a nosebleed after seeing his naked body is practically a pervert.

"It's probably because the air is too dry."

Su Yueming spoke without any confidence, shifting the blame to thin air.

If air could talk: This is utter nonsense, he's slandering me!

Unfortunately, the air cannot speak and cannot defend itself, so Wang Yan believed it.

He really overlooked this; he should have installed a humidifier in the bedroom.

Wang Yan handed a dry towel to Su Yueming, "Wipe your hands."

"good."

Su Yueming obediently accepted it.

By the time this matter was finished, it was already 10 p.m.

Time to sleep.

Wang Yan has been sleeping in the big bed recently, so after coming out of the bathroom, he naturally lay down on the bed.

He had grown accustomed to the sound of breathing beside him, and to Su Yueming's presence.

"Quick, hug me."

Su Yueming urged him on.

This was the moment he had been waiting for; he would never forget this promise, even in death.

Wang Yan had no choice but to turn to face Su Yueming and place his arm on Su Yueming's chest.

"Is this okay?"

"no."

Su Yueming shook his head.

"Then what else do you want?"

"You should put your legs on me too."

"All right."

Wang Yan felt helpless, yet couldn't hide the sweetness in his heart.