Chapter 82, is that alright? "I don't like it." Ning Buyi said softly...

"I don't like it," Ning Buyi muttered softly. He didn't understand what was so special about kissing him, why he kept kissing him, and only on the edges. His heart was pounding, much faster than before. "Why do you keep kissing me?"

"Because I've been thinking about you." His eyes were filled with desire, and his casually tousled hair was now slightly disheveled and hung over his forehead. Zhu Yanhe only wanted to meld him into her very bones and blood.

He felt that Zhu Yanhe seemed to be becoming increasingly clingy. Ning Buyi pushed his face away, still a little awkward: "I don't want to believe you anymore."

She kept saying she missed him, but then she came here to play with other boys! What the hell!

"Why?" Zhu Yanhe turned her head and kissed his palm, her face full of affection. Her hot breath hit the side of his hand, and Ning Buyi's eyes trembled. He inexplicably felt that Zhu Yanhe was so cute like this.

"I saw the people who were standing here from the beginning!" Ning Buyi said angrily, pointing in that direction. Zhu Yanhe glanced at the empty space, chuckled, and couldn't help but kiss him again, just on the corner of his lips.

Are you jealous?

Why did he kiss her again after only a couple of sentences? Ning Buyi pushed him away, her hands pressed against her forehead: "Don't change the subject. I didn't eat dumplings, why should I be jealous? If you don't explain yourself, then don't kiss me."

"He's just delivering the wine. Since Ning Buyi doesn't like me, I'm here too, to drown my sorrows in alcohol." The warm, humid breath enveloped his earlobe, and Ning Buyi shuddered. This was too much.

He stared at Zhu Yanhe's face. Before, he was like a big dog, and Zhu Yanhe always had to be disciplined. Now he's like a little dog. Hmph, then he'll have to be disciplined by Zhu Yanhe!

What goes around comes around!

"Okay, then you can kiss me." Ning Buyi was finally relieved to get the answer. He moved his face closer, giving a coded signal of permission.

Zhu Yanhe's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Ning Buyi's chin and leaned forward. When their noses touched, he suddenly stopped, and the sudden closeness of their faces made Ning Buyi's heart skip a beat.

He gently pressed his lips to hers and then quickly pulled away: "Is it okay?"

Can I kiss him? Not just touch him.

The dim lighting around them added to the ambiguity. The moment they touched, Ning Buyi's mind went completely blank. What could it be?

Zhu Yanhe tentatively touched him again, and he still stared blankly at the man, his dark pupils filled with pure innocence, which gradually aroused Zhu Yanhe's unspeakable desire.

Ning Buyi didn't know what this feeling was, only that when he kissed her, she felt a slight itch all over her body, as if a low-current was passing through her.

Zhu Yanhe's gaze was so intense, it almost devoured the boy whole. The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and his rosy lips parted slightly: "Zhu Yanhe, I think I've been missing you a little."

He clenched his fist on Zhu Yanhe's shoulder, his heart pounding faster and faster, as if he had been attached to a magnet, another magnet right next to Zhu Yanhe. His heart pounded violently in his chest, uncontrollably drawn to him.

Ning Buyi was just thinking that if someone else had done this, he would have definitely avoided it. Why didn't he find Zhu Yanhe's actions annoying? Does this mean he was also thinking about Zhu Yanhe?

He lowered his head slightly, the distance between them gradually shortening. Zhu Yan and Shen Zhong's breaths mingled, and her still-moist red lips pressed against the man's thin lips.

Ning Buyi stared intently. He noticed that Zhu Yanhe's breathing had stopped, her lowered eyelashes were scattering a glint of light, and her pupils were vacant. Zhu Yanhe's reaction made him unable to resist moving closer.

Just as she was about to get up after kissing him, a large hand grabbed the back of her head, and a warm sensation pried open her tightly closed lips. Ning Buyi slightly parted her lips, and Zhu Yanhe lowered his eyes, looking as serious as if he were handling official business.

He was mesmerized.

The inside of his mouth was a private area, and he was invaded without any warning. The tongue skillfully entangled with his retreating soft tongue, scouring the sensitive inner walls of Ning Buyi's mouth. Secret pleasure climbed up to him like dodder vines entwining their branches.

The person in his arms went limp, and Ning Buyi's hands, which had been resting on the man's neck, wrapped around his neck. Zhu Yanhe seemed to be savoring the moment, stirring up his mouth, like a cuckoo taking over a bird's nest.

The boy's eyes were closed, completely under Zhu Yanhe's control. It was the first time he had been kissed consciously, and he felt as if he were being immersed in a gentle embrace.

He leaned against Zhu Yanhe, his soft lips and tongue teasing him without moving. Ning Buyi was slightly out of breath, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their lips when they parted.

The blush on his cheeks spread to the tips of his ears. Ning Buyi buried his head in Zhu Yanhe's clothes. He had just kissed Zhu Yanhe in all sorts of ways!

"What's wrong?" A gentle voice rang in my ears, adding a touch of color to my face.

It's better to keep your head down and be a coward.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Zhu Yanhe patted his back gently, as if comforting a child.

Ning Buyi refused to look up, swaying back and forth while brushing against his clothes.

"The little pig is shy." He whispered into her ear, his voice hidden in the melody in the quiet environment, but Ning Buyi heard it clearly. Every word, carried by the breath, sent a tingling sensation through her body.

"Weren't you drunk?!" Ning Buyi propped himself up and looked up. Zhu Yanhe's eyes were half open and red. He was indeed drunk, but not to the point of blacking out.

Ning Buyi himself doesn't remember anything when he's drunk, so how come he can act like he hasn't been drinking?

Zhu Yanhe smiled and asked, "Who are you?"

Ning Buyi frowned, blinked rapidly, and then, realizing what had happened, lightly punched Zhu Yanhe in the stomach: "You dare to lie to me!"

He chuckled softly, tapping his knuckles together: "I'm not kidding you, I'm a little dizzy."

The boy stopped what he was doing, looked up, snuggled up in his arms, and touched Zhu Yanhe's forehead. He felt the warmth in his palm, but he couldn't really tell if Zhu Yanhe had a fever.

"Hmm... I don't think I'm sick."

Zhu Yanhe grasped the wrist resting on his forehead, gently rubbing it against the web of his hand. The force of his bite was not strong; it was more about the warmth of his mouth touching his skin.

"I'm not sick."

He stood up abruptly and picked up Ning Buyi along with him. Suddenly suspended in mid-air, the boy instinctively hugged Zhu Yanhe even tighter.

"Are you drunk or not, Zhu Yan?!"

If Zhu Yanhe wasn't drunk, then he was just lying to him again!

"I'm drunk, can you take me home?" Her soft hair nestled against his neck and shoulders, like a big dog with drooping ears and wide, round eyes, sitting by the roadside looking at Ning Buyi.

Ning Buyi's heart raced uncontrollably, and he deliberately frowned: "Zhu Yan and you are so annoying. If it weren't for me, how would you get home!"

He was humming a little tune to himself, but thankfully he was an adult and wouldn't hold it against Zhu Yanhe.

He slid off the man, took the large hand hanging by his side, and pulled him outside. Ning Buyi would look back every now and then, afraid that Zhu Yanhe might fall down while walking.

He was torn when he hailed a taxi: should he go to Zhu Yanhe's house, or take him back to his own?

Under the bud-shaped streetlight, Ning Buyi looked down at the screen, the light from his phone reflecting on his face. He could only operate it with one hand, while his other hand was tightly held by Zhu Yanhe. If he moved, Zhu Yanhe would hold on even tighter!

What is your home address?

Although he had lived in Zhu Yanhe's house for quite a while, he was with Zhu Yanhe every day and had no idea where he was.

“At Jingyuan.” Zhu Yanhe stood quietly in the white light, his face expressionless. He wasn’t thinking about many things; he was only focused on Ning Buyi standing beside him.

Ning Buyi liked him, but Ning Buyi didn't know it.

Zhu Yanhe fell asleep within minutes of getting in the car. He had indeed consumed quite a bit of alcohol. Although he had a good tolerance for alcohol, he was no saint. The car drove smoothly under the cover of night.

In the darkness, Ning Buyi tilted her head to look at him. Zhu Yanhe's eyelashes were long and thin, and he had a nose and eyes. Ah, he was really handsome.

His pupils reflected Zhu Yanhe's sleeping face, and he quietly traced the man's eyebrows and eyes. Zhu Yanhe usually didn't smile and always cared about him, so he must be drunk now, otherwise why would he be rubbing against him and acting cute?

Ning Buyi loosened his grip and quietly tightened it, holding him in his palm.

The ride was smooth until they reached the destination. Ning Buyi said "Thank you, Uncle" and closed the car door, then turned back and pulled Zhu Yanhe inside. Zhu Yanhe woke up when they got out of the car. He stood there blankly, like a puppet, motionless, as if he was still not fully awake.

Ning Buyi was seeing this for the first time. He couldn't help but poke Zhu Yanhe's face, but there was still no reaction. Zhu Yanhe was like a wooden statue, which was quite cute!

He still remembered which building and floor Zhu Yanhe lived in. Under the pale moonlight, the two of them walked hand in hand, side by side, without saying a word.

Like an ordinary couple, strolling under the tranquil moonlight, letting go of all the day's troubles, shedding their pretenses, and facing each other with genuine sincerity.

Zhu Yanhe shifted his gaze, which lingered on the boy, whose hair was so soft and obedient. His heart stirred slightly, wishing that time could stand still and make this moment last forever.

At least he was certain that Ning Buyi was also attracted to him, as they were holding hands.

"How are those two fish?" The boy stared at him with his star-like eyes.

Although he didn't have any particular feelings for the two fish, they were a gift from Zhu Yanhe, and he should cherish them. The past doesn't count; Zhu Yanhe was too mean before.

"Why don't you ask how Zhu Yanhe is?" Zhu Yanhe slowly turned his head, looking the same as before—gentle, soft, and a little vulnerable, touching his heart directly.

Ning Buyi stammered, "You...you, what's there to ask me when you're right in front of me?"

"Anyway, you don't care about anything in there." He thought he was still drunk, so he poured out all the thoughts that only existed in his mind to Ning Buyi in a flash.

Ning Buyi exclaimed in bewilderment, "Huh?" What had he just asked? He realized that Zhu Yanhe was really petty, but what could he do when Zhu Yanhe was such a nice person?

"So, how are things between you and Zhu Yan?"

"No." He answered crisply, turning his head back like a child throwing a tantrum for no reason.

Ning Buyi's face went blank for a moment. No, buddy!

"I don't want to play with you anymore!"

"Don't you hate me?" Zhu Yanhe asked him, her eyes slightly shifting.

Without thinking, Ning Buyi blurted out, "Who hates you?" But as soon as he said it, he realized it was wrong. Zhu Yanhe hadn't apologized to him yet; he should be the one who hates him!

His words took a twist: "That's right, I hate you!"

Zhu Yanhe turned his gaze away, but his hand remained tightly clenched, unwilling to let go. So, just as he had thought, Ning Buyi's words to Da Xiong that he "liked Zhu Yanhe" were just meant to annoy him.

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Author's note: I thought I posted it but saved it to the wrong time! Aaaaaaah!

Ning Buyi woke up to find Zhu Yanhe had shrunk to a tiny size, about ten years old. Little Zhu Yanhe was truly tiny; he was startled when Ning Buyi woke up. Ning Buyi gave him a flimsy explanation, but Zhu Yanhe didn't react much and went to school on his own. However, Ning Buyi wouldn't let him leave, saying, "Zhu Yanhe kisses me every morning." Little Zhu Yanhe didn't understand, but still obediently leaned in and kissed his cheek… (To be continued)