Chapter 6 I can't control myself anymore

Wang Yan had just left.

Su Yueming immediately began to miss it.

Although Wang Yan told him he would be back at noon, Su Yueming still found it hard to bear.

Lying in bed, I felt every minute and every second was dragging on endlessly.

Su Yueming struggled to free himself from the handcuffs on his wrists, then chuckled softly. These things posed no threat whatsoever to Su Yueming, who had practiced Muay Thai for many years.

Without hesitation, he broke off his own fingers, shrinking his palms as if performing a bone-shrinking technique, and effortlessly removed his hands from the handcuffs.

With a "click," he expressionlessly put his fingers back in place, his five fingers as flexible as ever.

Without hesitation, he then untied the tie over his eyes.

The dim room gave Su Yueming's eyes a good transition period. After a few seconds, he adjusted to the light, and the small bedroom was completely exposed to him.

The room was as simple as Wang Yan himself: white walls, sofa, desk, lamp, books neatly arranged on the corner of the desk, and he himself lying on the only large bed.

The iron chain around his ankle was long, with its base embedded in the wall. Su Yueming tugged at it slightly; it was quite sturdy.

This shows that Wang Yan's imprisonment of him was premeditated.

This realization made Su Yueming raise an eyebrow.

After inspecting the bedroom, Su Yueming got off the bed barefoot, the iron chains around his ankles rattling, but he ignored them and walked straight into the bathroom like the master of the house.

Su Yueming looked at himself in the mirror again and again, scrutinizing himself carefully.

In the mirror, he had a full forehead, sharp eyebrows, a high nose, and full, rosy lips, but his deep eyes were like a python waiting to strike, appearing cold and ruthless when he wasn't smiling.

My hair got a bit messy from lying down for so long, and some of my beard has grown out.

Su Yueming frowned slightly. He was somewhat dissatisfied with himself. No one wants to show their imperfections in front of someone they like.

So he picked up a wooden comb and started combing his hair, changing the angle, trying to present an elegant and attractive posture even while lying in bed.

Ideally, Wang Yan should be completely infatuated with him and unable to control himself.

Su Yueming thought to himself secretly.

After combing his hair and shaving, Su Yueming looked himself up and down and realized that he was wearing an ill-fitting striped pajama set.

His pajama bottoms were a bit short, only reaching his calves, and the buttons on his pajamas were still fastened at the top.

Without a second thought, Su Yueming unbuttoned two buttons, revealing most of his chest, which was partially covered, with his standard eight-pack abs hidden underneath.

He nodded in satisfaction at himself in the mirror, convinced that Wang Yan would lose control of himself today.

The sun climbed to the very top of the sky, and the temperature reached its peak. The trees curled up their leaves, and the flowers drooped listlessly.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Su Yueming lay back down on the big bed, tied his tie over his eyes, and put the handcuffs back on.

It was exactly the same as when Wang Yan left.

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As soon as the bell rang, Wang Yan packed up his lesson plan and left without hesitation.

I walked through the bustling crowd, left the teaching building, and headed straight for my electric scooter.

Before he could even get on the bike, Wang Yan's phone vibrated in his pocket.

It was a call from Chi Qiu. "get out of class is over, right? Let's have lunch together?"

Wang Yan put on his helmet, and sunlight filtered through the branches, dappling his body. He refused without hesitation, "Not today, I need to go home."

"Are you going home to cook?" Chi Qiu raised his voice on the other end of the phone. "I haven't eaten either, so I'll go back with you."

Wang Yan sat on the electric scooter, his feet on the ground, his brows slightly furrowed, and resolutely refused again, "No."

This was the first time Chi Qiu had heard Wang Yan speak in such a tone, and he was somewhat surprised.

Wang Yan quickly realized his inappropriate tone and softened his voice slightly, "How about this, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning, okay?"

"All right."

Chi Qiu nodded on the other end of the phone; he had forgotten about it once it was over.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan put his phone in his pocket, turned on the gas, and drove out of the school.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and the scorching sun almost pierced through Wang Yan's body, but he seemed not to feel it at all.

As they passed a restaurant, Wang Yan stopped as if possessed.

Pushing open the restaurant door, Wang Yan walked inside.

The owner greeted him with a smile, and when he saw it was Wang Yanhou, his smile widened. "You're here. Would you like another serving of sweet and sour pork?"

“Yes.” Wang Yan nodded. “But this time I’ll pack it all up.”

"good."

The boss walked into the kitchen, his smile instantly vanished, and told the chef to make a plate of sweet and sour pork.

The chef instantly understood, "That person is here again?"

"Yeah, right." The boss took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and started cracking them. "He always wears all black and looks like a poor guy. Every time he comes, he only orders one serving of sweet and sour pork. This time he even ordered takeout."

Sunflower seed crumbs lingered at the corner of the shop owner's mouth, her eyes filled with disdain for Wang Yan.

Wang Yan stood inside the restaurant, but his gaze fell on the corner of the restaurant.

He used to come here to eat often. Every time he came, he would sit there and order a plate of sweet and sour pork.

It was all because of a single sentence Su Yueming made unintentionally during an interview.

When asked what his favorite food was, Su Yueming was asked by a reporter.

Su Yueming smiled and answered the camera, "My favorite food is sweet and sour pork, especially the one near the university. It's just a pity that it moved away later."

Wang Yan, standing outside the television, took those words to heart. Later, he traveled all over City A, just to find that familiar taste.

Walking the paths you've walked, eating the food you've eaten—isn't that another way of being together?

Wang Yan was amused by his own idea.

Just then, the owner came out of the kitchen, still smiling, and handed the packaged sweet and sour pork to Wang Yan, saying, "Here you go."

"Okay, thank you."

"Come often!"

The boss escorted Wang Yan to the door, as if the slander he had just made had not come from his own mouth.