Chapter 8 Sweet or Painful

The heavy curtains could not block the dazzling light from the window; the dappled light was projected onto the ground, creating shimmering halos.

Wang Yan's hair was not dry, and water dripped down his hair ends little by little.

His eyes were filled with turbulent emotions as he repeatedly told himself that he should refuse.

Because the "sweetness" is temporary, he will let Su Yueming leave after six days.

When he is all alone, loneliness will come at him twice as much.

The constant inner turmoil tormented him, but ultimately, his inner desires defeated him.

Otherwise, let's just... enjoy this moment first.

Wang Yan pursed his lips, constantly encouraging himself in his heart, then picked up his chopsticks and brought the sugar-coated chopsticks to Su Yueming's lips.

Su Yueming knew he had succeeded again, and he opened his mouth with satisfaction and took a small bite of the sweet and sour pork.

The crispiness bursts in your mouth instantly, and the taste is so familiar.

So familiar that even Su Yueming felt a little dazed.

It felt as if I had returned to my university campus.

How did you know I like sweet and sour pork?

Su Yueming heard himself murmur the question aloud.

Because during his four years of university with Wang Yan, he never felt that Wang Yan liked him.

After all, Wang Yan was the kind of person who would avoid him if he saw him.

“I watched your interview.” Wang Yan’s eyelashes fluttered. “You said you like to eat sweet and sour pork.”

These words made Su Yueming's heart pound. "You've been paying attention to me all this time?"

Wang Yan didn't want to reveal his fervent love for him, lest he appear like a pervert.

Or perhaps it's because he's suppressed it for so many years that it's become a habit.

I saw it by chance.

Wang Yan replied as follows.

"Oh, I see."

Su Yueming's mood instantly plummeted, and he couldn't even taste the sweet and sour pork.

But Su Yueming didn't give up. After finishing the sweet and sour pork, Su Yueming said to Wang Yan as if it were a matter of course, "I want to take a shower. I haven't showered all day."

Wang Yan pursed his lips, his sharp gaze falling on Su Yueming's face.

"It's okay to not shower for a day."

He instinctively rejected Su Yueming's request, feeling that Su Yueming's willingness to make such a request meant he was planning to escape.

"But I'm itchy all over."

Su Yueming is still persisting.

"no."

Wang Yan refused decisively.

Seeing that Wang Yan remained unmoved, Su Yueming had no choice but to suspend his plan to seduce her and settle for a less desirable option.

"I need to use the restroom."

"No……."

He had only spoken halfway when he suddenly realized what Su Yueming was saying, and the rest of his words got stuck in Wang Yan's throat.

"Can't I even go to the bathroom?" Su Yueming asked, somewhat shocked and a little aggrieved. "This is so inhumane."

“I misspoke. You can go to the restroom.” Wang Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice was drawn out. “I’ll help you up.”

"good."

With Wang Yan's help, Su Yueming put his feet on the ground and followed Wang Yan into the bathroom step by step.

The shadows cast two figures close together.

After helping Su Yueming to the toilet, Wang Yan wanted to leave.

However, before Wang Yan could even lift his leg, Su Yueming said, "I can't undo my belt."

Wang Yan gritted his teeth and turned around, only to see Su Yueming shaking his handcuffed hands, as if to show his innocence.

"Can you unlock my handcuffs?"

"no."

Su Yueming was waiting for these words: "Then help me undo my belt."

Wang Yan's gaze fell on his belt, and he fell silent instantly.

When he still didn't speak, Su Yueming said again, "Unlock the handcuffs or help me loosen my belt, you choose one."

This isn't a multiple-choice question; it's a life-or-death question.

Since the handcuffs couldn't be removed, the only option was to loosen the belt.

"Let me undo your belt."

Since there was no other choice, Wang Yan tried his best to say it lightly, but in reality, his cheeks and ears turned red.

Wang Yan lowered his head, his fingers trembling as he reached towards Su Yueming's waist, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

For the first time, he felt that the buttons on his pants were so difficult to undo, and that time was passing so slowly.

Su Yueming has a high nose bridge, so the tie only obscured his forward view, not his downward view.

Then he could clearly see Wang Yan's slender, porcelain-white arms and his distinctly knuckled fingers.

Wang Yan forcefully unbuttoned the buttons, pulled down the zipper, and quickly turned his head away.

"alright."

"Um."

Su Yueming smiled; he knew Wang Yan was shy.

The sound of rushing water made Wang Yan wish he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He swore to God that he really didn't peek even once.

Even if he saw it, he only caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye; he didn't deliberately try to peek.

Wang Yan had no idea how he got out of the bathroom; he just felt like he was about to evaporate.

Su Yueming lay back down on the big bed and teased him deliberately, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?"

These words struck a chord with Wang Yan, who retorted stubbornly, "Why should I be shy? What you have, I have too."

“You’re right.” The chains rattled, and Su Yueming turned to the side, a half-smile on his face. “Then I’ll have to trouble you to help me take off my pants from now on.”

Wang Yan fell silent again.

For the first time, he felt that putting Su Yueming in handcuffs was an unwise decision.

He is gay, and he's facing someone he likes; he doesn't know if this is sweet or a punishment.

"Alright."

Wang Yan had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

Then he took the empty plate out and came back with a glass of water.

He opened the bedside table and poured the doctor's prescription into his hand, the colorful medicine taking up his entire hand.

The harsh sunlight pierced through the heavy curtains and fell on the floor, but the faint light that streamed in could not penetrate Wang Yan's gray eyes.

He was already used to taking these medicines, so he didn't hesitate to put them all in his mouth and swallow them with water.

His face was expressionless, like a robot.

Su Yueming keenly heard the sound of the pill being patted and Wang Yan swallowing.

A bad feeling welled up in Su Yueming's heart. "What are you eating?"

Wang Yan hadn't expected Su Yueming to have such sharp ears, and instinctively lied, "Vitamins."

"I want to eat it too."

Su Yueming raised his head, expressing his expectations.

Wang Yan pursed his lips. How come he never knew Su Yueming was such a glutton?

"Tomorrow's, I've already finished this box."

Wang Yan wasn't lying; he did indeed finish the entire course of medication.

After closing the drawer, Wang Yan threw the medicine box into the trash can.

He doesn't plan to take these medications anymore.

From the day Su Yueming was imprisoned, Wang Yan no longer harbored any hope of living longer.

He did such a heinous thing, he should go to hell sooner rather than later.

He will be praying in hell then.

May Su Yueming live a long and healthy life.