Chapter 48 Are you his boyfriend?

That night, Su Yueming held Wang Yan tightly in his arms, constantly monitoring his physical condition.

Around midnight, Wang Yan's temperature finally came down.

Su Yueming breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling back into his chest and returning to its usual rhythm.

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the window in the early morning, their dazzling light waking Wang Yan.

He instinctively raised his hand to block out the light, but his arm seemed to be bound by something, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

Wang Yan could only turn his head in confusion, and Su Yueming's handsome face came into view without any warning.

They were so close that Wang Yan could feel Su Yueming's breath.

Memories of yesterday flooded his mind, and he recalled Su Yueming's meticulous care for him.

Wang Yan's heart softened, feeling so full it was about to explode.

He moved closer to Su Yueming as if possessed, holding his breath, and a kiss lightly landed on the corner of his lips.

After kissing Wang Yan, he was about to retreat when a pair of large hands caressed the back of his neck, forcefully pressing down and deepening the kiss.

The sound of swallowing was particularly clear in the quiet room. Wang Yan impatiently reached out and pressed against Su Yueming's shoulder, his chest heaving unsteadily, and his breathing becoming rapid.

"Be careful not to give you my cold."

Su Yueming grasped Wang Yan's fingers, his lips glistening, his voice hoarse and low: "I'm not afraid."

"But I'm scared," Wang Yan said truthfully, his voice still carrying the breath of someone who had just finished kissing. "I don't want you to get sick."

Are you worried about me?

A laugh emanated from Su Yueming's chest, and it was extremely pleasant to hear.

Wang Yan swallowed hard and honestly admitted his true feelings, "Yes."

Su Yueming smiled; Wang Yan was indeed about to fall in love with him.

Does this mean I'm close to success?

"How are you feeling today? Does your head still hurt?"

Su Yueming considerately asked Wang Yan.

"Much better."

The feeling of being top-heavy and lightheaded had largely subsided, leaving only a slight itch in my throat.

Wang Yan knew what was wrong with him; he would do this every time he got a sore throat or fever.

The phone, which was lying on the bedside table, rang at an inopportune moment, and Wang reached out and picked it up.

It was a phone call from Shen Le'an.

Because he was still a little tired, Wang Yan didn't get up and answered the phone in bed.

"Hello."

The next second, Shen Le'an's worried voice came through the static, "Brother Yan, why haven't you come to school these past few days? Did something happen?"

"It was just a small matter, and it's all taken care of now."

Wang Yan was focused on making the call and didn't notice Su Yueming leaning down to listen.

"When are you coming back, Brother Yan?" Shen Le'an paused. "I want to come pick you up."

"No need," Wang Yan refused outright. "I have someone with me."

Shen Le'an fell silent for a moment on the other end, then hesitated before asking, "With your boyfriend?"

Wang Yan turned his head slightly, afraid that Su Yueming would hear those three words.

"ah."

"No wonder your voice sounds so hoarse, teacher." Shen Le'an emphasized the word "teacher." "When you said you had something to do, you were actually on your honeymoon, weren't you?"

Wang Yan was puzzled as to why Shen Le'an could change his attitude so quickly; one second he was calling him "Brother Yan," and the next he was calling him "Teacher."

Of course, he wasn't stupid; he could sense the malice and sarcasm in Shen Le'an's words.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Wang Yan was unwilling to talk much about his family affairs.

Shen Le'an fell silent again, and when he spoke again, his voice was calmer, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan."

"fine."

Wang Yan raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Kids these days are so hard to understand, and their words are so unpredictable.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"No." Shen Le'an quickly stopped him, her voice softening, "I want to hear your voice more, Brother Yan."

Wang Yan: "?"

Before Wang Yan could react, Su Yueming couldn't hold back any longer.

He snatched the phone from Wang Yan's hand and said into the call, "How about listening to my voice a little more?"

"You're Yan-ge's boyfriend?"

Shen Le'an showed absolutely no guilt, and was even more self-righteous.

These words made Wang Yan's eyes widen in surprise.

God knows how much he wanted to reach out and cover Shen Le'an's mouth with his phone screen.

Su Yueming's gaze swept over Wang Yan, and his anger instantly vanished.

The word "boyfriend" soothed his mood perfectly.

"Yes, I am his boyfriend."

Su Yueming nodded, admitting it with a smug look on his face.

Shen Le'an rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone; he had never seen such a shameless person.

So what if Wang Yan is his boyfriend now?

You can get divorced even if you get married.

Will your husband always be your husband?

Impulsiveness is the devil, and impulsiveness leads to regret. Shen Le'an silently repeated this to himself several times.

"That's wonderful! I've often heard Brother Yan talk about you." Shen Le'an's voice contained a forced smile. "Brother Yan even said he'd introduce me to you sometime. When would you be free so we can have dinner together?"

“It depends on your schedule,” Su Yueming said gently, but his words were sharp as knives. “My boyfriend has time, so I have time. We live together every day.”

Shen Le'an felt that the other party was provoking him.

"I see."

After bluntly uttering those words, Shen Le'an decisively hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Su Yueming handed the phone back to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan's cheeks were flushed, hot and dry.

The moment his fingers touched the phone, Su Yueming grabbed it from his hand.

"You're telling everyone that I'm your boyfriend, huh?"

Wang Yan knew Su Yueming would bring this up, and his ears started to burn.

"I……."

Wang Yan wanted to explain, but found that he had no way to defend himself.

"How many people have you said this to?"

Su Yueming continued to press for answers.

Looking at Su Yueming's joyful expression, Wang Yan took a deep breath and told him the answer, "Two people."

"oh?"

Su Yueming became interested. "Who is the other person?"

"It's a friend of mine."

"So, you've fallen for me?" Su Yueming asked nervously.

The room fell silent at that moment, as if the air had frozen in mid-air.

No one spoke; only their breaths mingled together.

Wang Yan felt that he could see Su Yueming's dark eyes through the blindfold he was wearing.

"yes."

This character took all of Wang Yan's strength.

Something seemed to slip away from his heart, only to be caught by him again.

He finally dared to face his own heart and his own feelings.

He didn't want to regret not telling him his feelings after he died.

His mother's situation had left a lingering regret in his heart.