Chapter 18
What? That wasn't a fucking dream!
The corner of Yan Huai's mouth twitched. Skilled? I've been single for so many years and I would be suffocated if I wasn't skilled. Aren't you skilled too?
"Thank you for the compliment..." Yan Huai turned around silently.
Shang Zhier was still pestering him, "Hey, Yan Huai, teach me."
Teach you uncle!
Who can do it as well as you and control it?
Yan Huai picked up a pillow and threw it at Shang Zhier, angrily saying, "If you say that again, get out of here and sleep."
The night was hazy, and Yan Huai was sound asleep, his breathing steady. Little Hei and Little Bai hadn't known when they'd run from the living room to the guest bedroom. Shang Zhier made a hushing gesture and gently patted Yan Huai's back.
Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai opened their mouths, lay on the carpet and closed their eyes.
Shang Zhier woke up early, fried two eggs, toasted some toast, and spread some jam on it.
Yan Huai stepped out wearing Shang Zhier's slippers, "It smells so good."
"We can have breakfast soon." Shang Zhier flipped the spatula.
The phone in his pocket rang, and he swiped it: "Hello."
"We're at your door. Open it." Shang Che said.
Shang Zhier frowned: "What's the matter?"
"I'm your brother, can't I see what you can't do?" Shang Che said unhappily, "If you didn't open it, I would enter the password myself."
The sound of entering a password could be heard at the door.
Yan Huai turned around and was about to hide, but Shang Zhier grabbed him and asked, "Why are you hiding?"
"How can this be explained clearly?" Yan Huai shook off his hand, opened the door of the master bedroom, hid inside and locked it.
"Hey, don't." Before Shang Zhier could stop him, Shang Che had already opened the door.
Shang Zhier blocked the doorway and refused to let Shang Che in. "If you have something to say, just say it."
"What? A beautiful woman in a golden house?" Shang Che raised an eyebrow. "You've already given her slippers, but you're barefoot?"
"I just like going barefoot." Shang Zhier said.
Shang Che nodded, "Okay, okay, I really want to talk to you about something."
Shang Zhier loosened his grip and let Shang Che in.
"Your sister-in-law and I are planning to take our annual leave and spend some time alone together." Shang Che took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and glanced at the breakfast for two on the table.
"So?" Shang Zhier was too lazy to listen to his display of affection and crossed his arms.
Shang Che drank the mineral water and said, "So, I'll leave Guoguo and Doudou in the care of my uncle, you."
"No," Shang Zhier shook his head, "I don't know how to take care of children. You can let your parents look after them."
"My parents will be here two days later from their hometown, so you'll have to work hard these two days," said Shang Che.
Shang Zhier was in a terrible mood. "You and sister-in-law can go later."
"The concert tickets have been bought, so we can't go late. I'll bring them over tomorrow." Shang Che said as he walked towards the door and closed it.
"Brother!" Shang Zhier shouted helplessly at the closed door.
Yan Huai looked up at the bedroom. It was a mess, with comic book game consoles and action figure posters everywhere. He stared at his own posters on the wall and shuddered. With so many pictures of his handsome face, how could Shang Zhier sleep tonight?
He turned around and found something bulging on Shang Zhier's bed. He lifted the quilt and saw that it was a pillow that was the same size as himself, with his upper body naked.
Yan Huai's eyes darkened. When did this thing become available for sale?
Shang Zhier wouldn't sleep with a pillow in his arms every night, right? Has it really come to this?
He looked at the half-open wardrobe. Most of the clothes inside were the same style as his. Yan Huai felt his eyelids twitch. Could this be the legendary couple's style?
Shang Zhier opened the bedroom door with a key. He stared at the pillow on the bed, covered Yan Huai's eyes with his hands with a red face, and hugged him out.
"I haven't seen enough," Yan Huai was admiring his own beauty with relish.
Shang Zhier directly lowered his head to kiss him, "Stop talking."
The two of them fiddled on the sofa for a while, and Yan Huai asked curiously, "Where did you buy all this?"
"The big fans in your fan club will form a group," Shang Zhineng kissed. "Sometimes when I see something I like, I'll buy it with the group."
Yan Huai panted and whispered, "Finally you admitted it. You like me, right? Say it, tell me you like me."
He hugged Shang Zhier, tilted his head back and whispered, "If you say you like it, I'll let you kiss me."
Shang Zhier lowered his head and bit his lips fiercely, panting heavily: "Yes, I like you."
I like you so much that I'm going crazy. How did you just find out?
His lower body was pressing against Yan Huai, and his meaning was obvious.
Yan Huai covered his blushing face with the back of his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Come here."
Shang Zhier kissed his chest and said, "You can't do it without something. It will hurt."
"Use facial cream," Yan Huai closed his eyes, "I've checked and it's OK."
Shang Zhier's eyes darkened, and he quickly stood up and hurried to the bathroom to get the face cream.
He was wearing glasses and slowly straightening his waist, with a freshly lit cigarette between his lips. The smoke was swirling in front of his eyes, making it difficult for him to see the scenery below.
Yan Huai covered his eyes with the back of his hand, his legs drooping on Shang Zhier's shoulders. He asked, "Why are you wearing glasses?"
Shang Zhier pinched the cigarette between his fingertips, turned his head and kissed his thigh, mumbling, "I want to see clearly."
See your beauty, your tears, and your dazed expression.
Yan Huai was in great pain, "Don't look... give me a puff... of the cigarette."
Shang Zhier reached out and picked him up, held him in his arms, kissed his forehead, and let him take a puff of cigarette.
Yan Huai was conscious and tearful. He turned around and saw Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai staring at their every move intently.
"The cat... is watching." Yan Huai's words became intermittent due to the collision.
Shang Zhier wiped the sweat off Yan Huai's forehead and said, "He's been sterilized, so there's no point in looking at him."
"you……"
It was really like the officials were allowed to set fires but the common people were not allowed to light lamps. He could not utter a word as it was drowned in Shang Zhier's passionate kiss.
"Is this... a tattoo?" Shang Zhier reached out and touched his waist. There was a blue droplet on the upper side of the bone. "Does it hurt?"
Yan Huai tilted his head, "Well, did the tattoo I got a few years ago look good? It didn't hurt."
Shang Zhi rubbed the small drop of water with his fingers, "It looks good."
He continued to demand things like crazy and without satisfaction. After ten years, this person was finally his. He wanted to leave all the traces and scents of his on Yan Huai, and wanted him to stay by his side forever, with only him in his eyes. As for breaking up, that was just a dream.
Yan Huai couldn't bear it and finally fainted.
Shang Zhier cleaned him up, hugged him and waited for him to wake up and feed him porridge.
"Awake?" Shang Zhier held the bowl, "Eat something."
Yan Huai lowered his head and took a sip of the porridge. He actually stayed with Shang Zhier until the evening.
He watched the two cats on the bed imitate Shang Zhier and his movements and nearly spit out his porridge. "Ahem, it's all your fault. They've copied you."
"It's okay," Shang Zhier said, "They are all male cats, and they are neutered."
The two kittens smelled the fragrance of food and ran from the quilt into the two people's arms, meowing.
Yan Huai rubbed the cat's belly and turned around: "You haven't fed the cat cat food today, right?"
"They're very smart," Shang Zhier wiped the corner of Yan Huai's mouth with a napkin, "There's a self-service feeding machine in the living room. Just press the button with your paw and you'll get cat food. They just want to eat cat food."
Yan Huai hugged the two little cats and searched for cat strips in the living room in his cotton slippers. "In the drawer?"
"Under the coffee table." Shang Zhier followed out and put the bowl into the dishwasher.
Yan Huai squatted down and stared at Shang Zhier walking around the house barefoot. He felt a little embarrassed. He came here on his own initiative, ate and drank for free at Shang Zhier's house, and even slept there. Even his slippers were taken away by others.
"Slippers," Yan Huai stood up, "Put them on."
Shang Zhier came over from the kitchen, put his arms around him from behind, and whispered affectionately in his ear: "There's carpet heating in the room, it won't be cold."
He is still a little confused now. The change in identity and relationship was too sudden and he was caught off guard.
Shang Zhier put his arm around his waist and thought of something troubling him: "My brother left the kids with me for the next two days. They might be a little noisy tomorrow."
"The kid I saw last time I video-called?" Yan Huai asked.
Shang Zhitui nodded: "Yeah."
He was speechless at Shang Che's behavior of leaving the child to him while he went out to have fun. After all, Shang Zhi had just married his beautiful wife, and they hadn't enjoyed their sweet world of two for a few days, and now two more days were gone.
"I can't sleep," Yan Huai took a cup of hot water, "Let's watch a movie?"
"Okay." Shang Zhier said.
The movie on the projector began to play. Yan Huai leaned against Shang Zhier's arms, holding two cats. As he was concentrating, he felt something getting in his way. Yan Huai looked up and said, "Your belt is getting in my way."
Shang Zhier didn't say anything, but silently took a pillow and placed it between the two of them.
Halfway through the movie, Yan Huai pressed pause and got up to go to the bathroom.
When he came back, he found that Shang Zhier had no belt at all. He realized what had just happened and could only pretend that nothing had happened and continue watching the rest of the movie.
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a deafening knock on the door. Shang Zhier released the person from his arms and tucked in the quilt. He stood up and opened the door. Two excited children had been waiting for a long time.
"Uncle!" they said in unison.
Shang Zhier rubbed his temples, glared at Shang Che, and couldn't help asking, "What time is the flight?"
"Ten o'clock." After Shang Che said that, he squatted down and kissed Guoguo Doudou on the face.
Seeing Shang Che leave in the elevator, the two children didn't show any sadness or recognize him. They grabbed Shang Zhier's clothes and chattered.
Shang Zhier brought the two kids in and closed the door.
"Where is the big star?" Doudou asked Guoguo in a low voice. He was very sad because he didn't see Yan Huai last time.
Guoguo shook her head, turned around and found the cat. She exclaimed: "Ah, there's a kitten!"
The two cats ran away when they saw Guoguo and Doudou. It would have been fine if they hadn't run away, but once they ran, the children chased them more actively, and the two cats and two cats ran all over the house.
No matter how good a person's sleep quality is, they will eventually wake up. Yan Huai rubbed his eyes and came out of the bedroom.
"Big star!" Guoguo shouted.
As soon as Yan Huai came out, the two little ones stopped chasing the cat and surrounded him to ask questions.
Doudou looked up shyly: "I want an autograph."
"I want one too." Guoguo followed closely behind.
"Okay," Yan Huai squatted down, "Shang Zhier, here are the photos and the pen."
Just based on the posters and peripherals all over the room, he didn't believe that Shang Zhier didn't have a photo of him.
As expected, Shang Zhier took out two photos and a pen from the bedroom. Yan Huai held the photo and looked at it. It was still an early photo with special effects. In it, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and had puppy ears.
"How do you take these two?" Yan Huai uncapped the pen. "Now I look more handsome."
"I like it." Shang Zhier said.
Doudou and Guoguo, holding the autographed photo, also said, "I like it!"
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