Chapter 85 There's nothing between you and me.

Wang Yan couldn't stand Su Yueming being so close to him.

She was afraid that Su Yueming would hear her thunderous heartbeat.

So Wang Yan subconsciously turned his head away.

Su Yueming narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't like Wang Yan's action, as if he wanted to stay a thousand miles away from him.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Wang Yan's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Give me a satisfactory answer."

Su Yueming gave the order to Wang Yan, his tone implying that it was better to refuse.

A satisfactory answer?

These five words stumped Wang Yan, and his eyelashes kept blinking.

"Yes, it's because I missed you."

After saying this, Wang Yan closed his eyes.

He didn't think this was the answer Su Yueming wanted to hear, but he didn't want to lie, nor did he want to deceive his own heart.

So he was prepared to be beaten, scolded, or ridiculed by Su Yueming.

The fist and the words did not fall for a long time. Wang Yan cautiously opened his eyes and saw Su Yueming looking at him with a smile on his lips.

"The answer was so-so," Su Yueming snorted coldly. "I'm not very satisfied."

I knew it would be like this.

Wang Yan secretly thought to himself, "As expected, Su Yueming dislikes him and doesn't like me thinking about him."

Disappointment, like the gentle patter of raindrops, gradually overwhelmed his heart.

"I see."

Wang Yan turned around and wanted to leave.

But her wrist was grabbed again; it was Su Yueming.

Wang Yan turned around, puzzled, and heard him say, "Next time you ask this kind of question, you should answer that you miss me very much."

"ah?"

Wang Yan stood there, stunned, completely bewildered: "Why?"

"There's no reason why." Su Yueming shrugged. "Have you forgotten what you promised me? You were supposed to listen to me."

"All right."

Wang Yan didn't press further; as long as Su Yueming was happy, that was all that mattered.

The two of them walked down the stairs together and sat down at the dining table.

Su Yueming stared intently at Wang Yan: "Eat as much as you can, don't force yourself."

She had clearly decided in her heart that she would no longer care about Wang Yan.

But Su Yueming just couldn't control himself.

"good."

The school meals were really unappetizing; they were bland and tasteless.

Fortunately, Wang Yan is not a picky eater and can eat things that don't suit his taste without any expression.

But soon Wang Yan discovered that Su Yueming was eating even less than him.

It can't even be described as eating; Su Yueming only drank a cup of coffee.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Wang Yan asked him with concern.

Su Yueming raised an eyebrow, secretly pleased.

He deliberately refused to eat, wanting to see if Wang Yan would notice.

Wang Yan really found out! Does this prove that Wang Yan still cares about him?

Love is perhaps like this: you can't see the countless times the other person has hurt you, but you only remember how good they were to you and how much you loved them.

"I don't want to eat."

Su Yueming coughed lightly, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Yan.

Wang Yan pursed his lips, thinking about the dangers of skipping breakfast.

"Skipping breakfast is bad for your health," Wang Yan said anxiously. "It can cause gallstones."

"It's okay." Su Yueming's face was full of indifference, as if his body didn't belong to him: "I don't care."

"But I care!"

Wang Yan uttered those words almost subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned deathly pale. How could he have been so impulsive, accidentally blurting out his true feelings?

Wang Yan wanted to find an excuse to cover it up, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze, so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows on Wang Yan's face, his eyelashes fluttering like a fan.

"Alright then." Su Yueming picked up his chopsticks, his tone smug. "Since you care about me so much, I'll eat this breakfast."

Wang Yan's cheeks flushed instantly, and even his ears were not spared.

He lowered his head, wishing he were an ostrich so he could bury his head in the ground.

After finishing breakfast, Su Yueming put down his chopsticks and looked at Wang Yan solemnly: "I'm going to the recording studio later, you stay home and behave yourself."

"Oh well."

Wang Yan obediently agreed, knowing that Su Yueming was always very busy.

Su Yueming was still not satisfied. He leaned forward, stared intently at him, and lowered his voice: "If I come back and find you not at home, and then find you again, I really will break your legs."

The sunlight bathed Su Yueming in a bright glow, yet the words he uttered sounded like those of a demon.

Wang Yan showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he nodded.

"I understand." Wang Yan wanted to swear to the heavens, "I won't leave."

"That would be best."

Su Yueming leaned back in his chair and spoke.

Fearing he wouldn't believe him, Wang Yan hurriedly assured him again, "I promise."

This time, Su Yueming nodded in satisfaction and pushed the milk in front of Wang Yan.

"Remember to drink it."

"good."

——

After dressing properly, Su Yueming left the villa.

His assistant was already waiting at the door. When he came out, the assistant quickly opened the car door.

"Let's go to the recording studio."

Su Yueming's words were concise and to the point.

"yes."

The car was driving smoothly on the road. Only ten minutes had passed, but Su Yueming's heart was restless, and he wished he could turn around and go home right now.

He started missing Wang Yan again, wondering what Wang Yan was doing now.

This was not a good situation. Su Yueming closed his eyes, suppressing his urge to go home.

Su Yueming finally arrived at the recording studio and breathed a sigh of relief.

He strode inside, where his agent had been waiting for quite some time.

"Sister Hou."

Su Yueming called out to her.

"You still remember me?" Sister Hou walked on the road as if it were flat ground, even though she was wearing ten-centimeter high heels. "I thought you had forgotten me long ago. This must be the longest you've ever secluded yourself to write lyrics."

"It seems so." Su Yueming smiled. "Sister Hou, don't be angry. I brought you a gift."

After he finished speaking, the assistant stepped forward and presented the gift that had been prepared to the agent.

"Alright, let's get to the preparations."

"OK."

Su Yueming strode into the recording studio, and the staff members passing by greeted him.

Su Yueming nodded slightly in response.

He had just put on his in-ear monitor when a commotion broke out outside the door.

Su Yueming frowned unhappily, and the next second there was a knock on the door.

Taking off his in-ear monitor, Su Yueming got up and opened the door.

Before even seeing the other person, I could smell their strong perfume.

Standing outside the door was Song Xiya.

"What's up?"

Song Xiya tossed her long hair, looked directly at Su Yueming, and parted her red lips slightly: "I don't believe you're in a relationship."

"Whether you believe it or not, it's true."

Song Xiya pursed her lips, her voice filled with grievance: "How could you do this to me?"

Su Yueming felt completely bewildered. What had he done to her?

"Don't say things that could cause misunderstandings. There's nothing between us."