Chapter 69 Chapter 69 "If you can't see me, I'm not Ye Xiu...
"I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously. Maybe I was drunk at that time." Ye Xiuming didn't dare to look directly into Su Ting's eyes, for fear that someone would see something.
So that's how it is.
Su Ting's attention immediately turned to Ye Xiuming, who was still drinking. He reached out and pretended to hit him. "I told you minors can't drink. Why don't you listen?"
"Okay, Little Dad, I've got this," Ye Xiuming said, holding Su Ting's hand. "What should we order tonight?"
Su Ting was really at his wit's end. He shook Ye Xiuming's hand firmly and said, "In a few months, you can drink as much as you want."
"My coming-of-age gift can't just be getting drunk."
Su Ting said, "Oh?" "What coming-of-age gift do you want?"
Ye Xiuming said, "Keep it secret."
"But your seventeenth year was indeed much more exciting than mine," Su Ting paused, "Thank you for exchanging Ye Huaian's freedom for mine."
Ye Xiuming: "Little Dad, 'thank you' should be expressed through actions."
"Then I will cook for you from now on, how about it?" Su Ting smiled with her eyebrows curved, which made Ye Xiuming's breathing stagnate. Thinking that in the future, there would be only him and Su Ting at home where no one would disturb them, it would be worth it even if he had many illnesses and pains.
Ye Xiuming said: "Maybe it's not enough."
Su Ting: "Then I won't even cook."
"Don't take this back yet. When I think it over, I'll trade it with you, okay?" Ye Xiuming's fingertips lightly touched the hidden door handle. With a very subtle hum of the motor, the huge car door made of expensive carbon fiber did not open directly, but drew a perfect horseshoe-shaped arc in the air and rose steadily.
Su Ting grasped the delicate handle on the inside of the door, pulled it down slightly, nodded, and said, "Then wait until you decide."
After the rear end of the car quickly left them far behind, they soon arrived home. Ye Xiuming changed into slippers, washed his hands, and wore a black hooded sweatshirt and wool wide-leg pants of the same color. The wide trouser legs covered the shoe uppers, revealing only a little bit of the shoe tip, looking lazy and fashionable.
Su Ting put down his coat and went straight to the kitchen, preparing the ingredients with all his heart and soul. His increasingly skilled movements even made the servants feel ashamed and they also helped him.
Su Ting glanced at the maid and gave her a look that told her to leave.
Aunt Qu understood and went back to her room, finishing her work for the day.
Suddenly, a small breeze blew behind Su Ting, followed by the rustling sound of the fabric of Ye Xiuming's pants rubbing against his own pants.
Su Ting put down the scissors in his hand and clenched his veiny hands on the table.
His hand was immediately covered by a warm and smooth palm, which brought a warm and itchy feeling, but made Su Ting feel as if the anchor had finally reached the shore, instantly calming all his restlessness.
Su Ting closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, leaning on Ye Xiuming's left shoulder. His ear rubbed against his, and he opened his lips slightly: "Xiuming, this is not right."
"If you can't see me, I'm not Ye Xiuming."
Ye Xiuming took out the tie in his hand, gently covered Su Ting's eyes, wrapped it around, and tied a knot.
Seeing that Su Ting seemed to have acquiesced to his insolence, he turned Su Ting's shoulders again so that they were facing each other.
The jet-black tie covered most of Su Ting's high nose, but left the mole on the tip of his nose for himself. Without Su Ting's permission, Ye Xiuming gently kissed the mole.
Su Ting shuddered visibly, but he couldn't see Ye Xiuming's expression, much less his person. Just as he was about to pull off his tie, Ye Xiuming's voice rang out: "I'll give you two choices: see me and choose to quit this game, or continue playing."
His voice burned through people's defenses, burning away the last bit of Su Ting's sanity.
For ten years, he seemed to have suppressed himself for too long. The slender desire wrapped around him and made him feel embarrassed in the middle of the night.
This is a difficult thing to talk about.
He felt his body's reaction truthfully and was a little at a loss for a moment.
Ye Xiuming, whose waist and abdomen were almost connected, naturally sensed something. He knelt on the ground silently and reached out to unbutton Su Ting's pants.
Su Ting still held Ye Xiuming's head, turned it aside, and said, "Let's just pretend that we're both drunk today. Don't mention this matter again."
He pulled off his tie and saw that Ye Xiuming's eyes were red and he was sitting on the floor speechlessly.
"You are still feeling wronged." Su Ting said.
"Why not?" Ye Xiuming asked.
Su Ting picked up the stiff artichoke again and turned his back. "Because I want to keep my life simple."
When he adopted Ye Xiuming at the age of 27, he was only eleven years old, still a child who had just learned to recognize the way. His greatest hobby in life was eating meat. He watched Ye Xiuming grow up step by step.
He was the one with absolute authority in this relationship and shouldn't have led their relationship to decline. He also didn't want to be criticized anymore.
"But you obviously want it." Ye Xiuming wanted to replicate the tenderness he had just shown, so he stepped forward and grabbed Su Ting's hand again.
In an invisible place, Su Ting fell into a deeper struggle. Ye Xiuming was now able to tear off some of his disguise and consciously use real, sharp charm to attract and stimulate himself. Isn't this really the power of his strong hormones?
Even if Su Ting wanted to confess his love, it was pure love without any other ingredients mixed in.
"You're still young. It's not too late to make a decision when you're older. That's what's best for you." Su Ting put his hand aside. "Just like your broken hand, it always heals faster than us adults. So feelings... come and go quickly."
Ye Xiuming wanted to say that this was not the case. Once he made up his mind, he would never change it, no matter who came to power.
Su Ting could only push Ye Xiuming away with deeper indifference and alienation. After this conversation, he personally supervised the work on the land in the western suburbs and ate and slept with the workers. Ye Xiuming insisted on coming to see him, but he kept him at the door.
Soon, tall buildings were erected on the ruins, and Ye Xiuming's eighteenth birthday was approaching.
The food on the construction site today was pretty good, but no matter how good it was, it was still a construction site. Su Ting had been supervising here for several days and nights, and Zhou Xubai had to guard the construction site in the dark. He had all kinds of feelings in his heart, but they were all bitter.
Zhou Xubai brought Su Ting a plate and a cup of yogurt and said, "How long do you want to hide here?"
"Who said I was hiding?"
"Some time ago, I saw Xiao Ye running to see you every day, but you were so good, hiding from me and always making up all kinds of excuses." Zhou Xubai said, "Now it's okay. Xiao Ye hasn't come for a while. Are you satisfied?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com