Chapter 53 Tracking

The warm sun shone on Wang Yan's profile, casting a brilliant halo around him.

Su Yueming could clearly see the fine downy hairs on his cheeks and his red tongue through his slightly parted lips.

Su Yueming's body leaned forward uncontrollably, and his lips, as if automatically tracking him, kissed Wang Yan again.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Yan's chest was still heaving abnormally, so he quickly reached out to stop him.

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes yet."

Su Yueming's statement was reasonable and well-founded.

"I can't do it anymore, I really can't..."

Wang Yan not only felt his lips go numb, but his hands and feet also became weak and powerless.

If they continued kissing, Wang Yan felt there was a higher chance they would "go too far".

Upon hearing this, Su Yueming immediately composed himself, "How can a man say he can't do it!"

Wang Yan didn't even have the strength to laugh; only the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"But I really can't do it anymore."

Seeing that Wang Yan was serious, Su Yueming knew that today's kiss had come to an end.

But he still held onto Wang Yan's slender waist tightly, trying to coax her with sweet words, "Beg me, say something nice."

Wang Yan reluctantly tugged at his fingers, struggling to get off his lap.

But they discovered that Su Yueming's hands were like pliers.

Wang Yan had no choice but to give in. He looked up and met Su Yueming's eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as if his voice was being squeezed out of his throat: "Please... I really can't kiss you anymore."

Because Wang Yan has never been pampered by anyone in his life, nor has anyone ever pampered him.

In his mind, acting cute is equivalent to being looked down upon by others, because no one will help him when he acts cute; they will only laugh at him for being disgusting.

So it really took a lot of courage for him to say those words.

Su Yueming shook his head, unable to resist teasing him: "Not enough."

Wang Yan was helpless, his cheeks and neck flushed red with embarrassment.

He really couldn't look at Su Yueming anymore; he was brimming with hormones and exuded aggression.

What do you want to hear?

Wang Yan reluctantly pressed his forehead against Su Yueming's collarbone, his voice hoarse.

Su Yueming's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

Her hand stroked upwards along his waist, eventually covering the back of his neck.

"I want to hear you call me husband."

Su Yueming's breath sprayed onto the most sensitive spot behind Wang Yan's ear.

Wang Yan shrank back slightly, but still obediently said, "Husband."

"Say it again."

Su Yueming pursed his lips, his voice magnetic.

"Husband," Wang Yan paused, his tone urgent, "let me downstairs quickly."

"knew."

Su Yueming was delighted, feeling as if every pore on his body had relaxed.

My head felt like it was bursting with fireworks, dazzling and spectacular.

Then Su Yueming kissed Wang Yan's cheek hard before slowly letting go of him.

Wang Yan was completely caught off guard, only suddenly feeling the wetness on his cheek.

"Are you a pervert?"

Wang Yan covered his cheek, left those words behind, and ran away quickly.

Su Yueming was left alone on the sofa, secretly chuckling.

He hadn't felt the warmth of family for a long time.

Ever since he witnessed his father's infidelity, every time the three of them ate together happily, Su Yueming felt incredibly ironic.

Even when he smiled, it was a stiff smile, and his cheeks ached from it.

Unexpectedly, after many years, Su Yueming found the warmth of family again.

It made him feel at ease and secure, and he was happy from the inside out every time he saw Wang Yan.

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Shen Le'an was never one to give up easily.

After being rejected by Wang Yan, he made up an excuse and left.

As he walked out of that classroom, his heart felt like it had been stuffed with a balloon, as if it would explode at any moment.

So he didn't leave, but instead pushed open the door and went into the classroom next door.

He waited for Wang Yan.

Seeing Wang Yan walk past him carrying his briefcase, he followed without hesitation.

He wanted to see if Wang Yan had actually gone home.

I followed Wang Yan out of the teaching building and through the streets and alleys.

This was clearly the only way he could get home, yet Wang Yan still lied to him.

Shen Le'an stood downstairs from where Wang Yan lived, his gaze fixed on the closed window on the fifth floor.

Clench your teeth tightly, your jaw snaps together.

Shen Le'an narrowed his eyes, his mind flashing back to the way Wang Yan looked when he heard that he was going to visit his home.

That's not quite right, something's not quite right.

He seemed to be hiding something.

So Shen Le'an lifted his foot and walked up the stairs, and the motion-activated light turned on.

He silently walked to the fifth floor and stopped, and the lights suddenly went out.

He stood outside the door like a ghost, then leaned in and pressed his ear against the door.

The entire building is not soundproof; you can hear everything clearly, whether it's arguing or smashing things.

Shen Le'an listened carefully to the sounds coming from the living room, and soon he heard conversations coming from inside.

It was the voice of two men, one of whom was Wang Yan, and the other was probably Wang Yan's so-called boyfriend.

What are you doing?

An aged voice came from behind Shen Le'an.

Shen Le'an was so frightened that his body trembled uncontrollably.

He turned around and saw an old woman standing behind him, carrying a black garbage bag.

"I'm here to see Teacher Wang."

Shen Le'an quickly regained his composure and smiled warmly.

"But it seems Wang Yan isn't home. I knocked on the door but no one answered, so I pressed my ear against the door to listen for sounds inside."

Shen Le'an's mind worked quickly, and he wove a near-perfect lie for himself.

The old lady believed it.

She nodded and analyzed, "He probably went out for a walk with his friends."

"friend?"

Shen Le'an repeated in confusion, "A friend who lives in his house?"

"yes."

Although the old lady had a full head of white hair, she was full of energy and did not seem confused at all.

"I really don't know that."

Shen Le'an's eyes flickered as he followed the old lady downstairs.

"Would it be convenient to tell me more?" Shen Le'an smiled innocently, her tone wistful, "I thought Wang Yan only had me as a friend."