Chapter 67 This is the moment we've been waiting for.

The heating in this old house has never been very effective.

Previously, Wang Yan always made do, wearing the same amount of clothing indoors as he did outdoors.

But this year is different from previous years; Wang Yan no longer feels cold.

Because Su Yueming's body is like a giant furnace.

Leaning against him is enough to dispel all the cold.

Whether it was due to illness or the winter weather, Wang Yan increasingly disliked getting up early.

He always curled up in Su Yueming's arms, unwilling to open his eyes.

So much so that Su Yueming woke up earlier than Wang Yan, but even when he did wake up, he remained motionless.

He didn't want to disturb Wang Yan's sleep, because he knew that Wang Yan was always a light sleeper.

Sunlight pierced through the winter mist, breaking the chill and showering warmth onto the bed.

Su Yueming turned his head to look at Wang Yan's sleeping face. His face was so pale that it was almost bloodless, and his jawline was sharp. He looked fragile and helpless.

It was as if he were an angel who had accidentally fallen to earth, just waiting to be taken back by heaven.

The only sign that he was still alive was his rosy lips.

This realization filled Su Yueming with dread.

Without warning, he pulled Wang Yan into his arms, as if he wanted to merge into his body.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yan raised his hand and patted Su Yueming's shoulder, his voice still sleepy. "You're hurting me."

Su Yueming immediately let go of her hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at Su Yueming. "I didn't know. You don't need to apologize to me."

Su Yueming also smiled. He propped himself up and looked down at Wang Yan.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and nothing seemed to be able to disturb them; this was their own little world.

"I think you're like a small animal."

"I've heard that everyone is actually like an animal," Wang Yan asked earnestly, his eyes seemingly sparkling. "So, which little animal am I like?"

"Kitty."

Su Yueming said with absolute certainty, "Like a tabby cat."

Wang Yan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "Why?"

"Because only cats are this clingy in winter."

Su Yueming smiled and gently tapped Wang Yan's nose with his finger.

"Do you know what you're like?"

Wang Yan did not forget to comment on Su Yueming.

Which one?

I won't tell you.

Wang Yan turned around, deliberately turning his back to Su Yueming.

Su Yueming's curiosity was piqued, but Wang Yan wouldn't give him a straight answer, so he had no choice but to resort to "threats".

He suddenly stood up and forcefully pressed down on Wang Yan, "Tell me quickly, or I'll tickle you!"

Wang Yancai wasn't afraid of any of this. He looked up at him and said, "I'm not afraid."

Su Yueming didn't believe it, but when he tried everything and saw that Wang Yan had no reaction, he was frustrated.

"Why aren't you happy at all?"

Wang Yan smiled victoriously, "Because I don't have ticklish spots."

"oh."

Su Yueming seemed to be deep in thought, then unexpectedly crawled into the quilt.

He pulled Wang Yan's foot over and tickled the sole of his foot.

"Let's see if you smile this time."

Su Yueming spoke with great conviction.

Wang Yan couldn't hold back any longer; he almost laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"Alright, alright." Wang Yan's struggles were so insignificant in Su Yueming's eyes. "I'll talk, I'll tell you."

Su Yueming finally stopped and crawled out of the blanket again.

"Speak quickly."

Wang Yan raised his hand to wipe away the tears streaming down his face and murmured, "I think you're like a prince."

prince?

Su Yueming paused for a second.

That's how it is for Wang Yan; Su Yueming is the most unattainable figure in his world.

Why would you say that?

Wang Yan traced his face with his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, "Because so many people like you."

Su Yueming agrees with this point.

The number of people who have liked him since childhood could stretch all the way to France.

So what?

He didn't care at all.

He only hoped that Wang Yan would be among the people lined up from here to France.

That way, his life wouldn't have been in vain.

Su Yueming groped for Wang Yan's fingers and took them, his warm breath spraying down on him.

“But I only love you,” Su Yueming emphasized solemnly. “Having you is enough for me.”

"Me too."

Wang Yan has been quite sentimental lately, saying, "I only like you."

"So, would you say we're going in the same direction?"

"Calculate."

"That's wonderful." Su Yueming's face was filled with joy; he felt incredibly happy at this moment.

"We should celebrate."

Su Yueming nodded: "Let's have some more red wine."

Wang Yan sat up and leaned against the headboard: "That makes sense."

After changing his clothes, Wang Yan went downstairs to buy groceries.

As he passed through the living room, he watered the succulents on the coffee table.

The teddy bear that Shen Le'an gave him is still there, because he really doesn't know what to do with it, so he'll just leave it there for now.

After changing out of his slippers and putting on his down jacket, Wang Yan left home.

Shen Le'an, who was constantly watching the screen on the other end of the monitor, had been waiting for this moment.

He hasn't been home these past few days.

Instead, he stayed at a hotel near Wang Yan's home in the community, and finally waited for Wang Yan to leave home today.

He first called the locksmith he had booked in advance, then rushed out of the hotel, grabbed his phone, and headed straight for Wang Yan's house.

The cold wind kept blowing across his cheeks, but he felt no chill at all; his heart was completely overwhelmed with excitement.

He stopped, panting, and arrived at Wang Yan's house in ten minutes.

This time, instead of knocking, he reached out and pulled on the door.

The door remained unmoved; as expected, Wang Yan had locked it when he left.

Hearing heavy footsteps behind him, Shen Le'an knew that his locksmith had arrived.

He took a deep breath, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"I am coming."

The locksmith stood behind Shen Le'an, his breathing somewhat unsteady.

"unlock."

Shen Le'an stepped aside, exposing the keyhole to the locksmith.

"Is it difficult for you? Won't it damage the lock cylinder?"

“It’s not difficult at all.” The locksmith carefully examined the lock, then shrugged. “It won’t damage the lock cylinder either, don’t worry.”

Shen Le'an frowned slightly, shocked by Wang Yan's carelessness and negligence.

They've imprisoned someone in the house, yet they're treating it so perfunctorily.

The door opened in less than ten minutes.