Zong Ao's gaze lingered on Yi Mu and Guan Shengye's rings for a moment before shifting to Yi Mu's feet.
He asked with concern, "How did you hurt your leg?"
Guan Shengye lifted Yi Mu up a little and smiled maliciously: "We were playing a game and he got hurt by accident. Mr. Zong is going to work?"
Zong Ao nodded, and seeing that they were inconvenient, went to press the elevator button.
The door opened, and three people went in.
Just as Zong Ao was about to ask Yi Mu where his flower shop was located, he suddenly noticed the hickeys on Yi Mu's neck.
His skin was fair, and the hickey was truly shocking.
All the words were stuck in his throat, and Zong Ao couldn't utter a single one.
Guan Shengye saw Zong Ao's expression through the elevator mirror: the frustration and resentment of a loser, and something else.
He didn't think he was despicable; Zong Ao was just an extra person anyway.
If he acknowledges his family sooner, he can extricate himself from this situation sooner.
The three of them went to a breakfast shop, and Zong Ao clearly felt that Yi Mu and Guan Shengye were different.
Yi Mu looked at Guan Shengye with a light in his eyes, and his body involuntarily leaned towards Guan Shengye, and his tone of voice changed as well.
Zong Ao saw everything and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
This feeling is called jealousy. It was the first time he had experienced it, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling.
Just seeing their arms touching was an eyesore, and I wanted to separate them.
But Guan Shengye's eyes were also filled with affection when he looked at Yi Mu. When the food was served, he gave it to Yi Mu first, washed his chopsticks, and put all the beef in his bowl for Yi Mu to eat.
He treated Yi Mu very well, and realizing this made Zong Ao even more upset.
He wanted Guan Shengye to be someone Yi Mu wasn't meant for, but he also wanted Guan Shengye to treat Yi Mu well.
That's probably what it's like to be in love—so contradictory.
After breakfast, the three of them went their separate ways.
Yi Mu was too embarrassed to ask Guan Shengye to carry him anymore, so he got off the ground and took a few steps, his face turning pale with pain.
Once Zong Ao was out of sight, he told Guan Shengye to squat down and lie down on top of him again.
Zong Ao didn't actually leave; he stood on the street corner watching the two of them leave.
He watched as Yi Mu laughed and joked with Guan Shengye without any guard up.
Guan Shengye tried to hug him, but he slapped his hand away, saying that he was being unreasonable.
Yimu was laughing happily, looking carefree, like a child.
This is the side of me that I only show to people who have truly let their guard down.
Zong Ao told himself that it was time to give up.
Before, when Yi Mu had no choice, he could compete fairly, but now, he had to convince himself to let go.
Imu rested at home for a full day.
Guan Shengye watched massage videos online and tried to massage him.
Yi Mu was quite strong; he didn't scream recklessly, even biting his lip until it ached.
"You don't know how to press it at all. Grandpa, you go sit down, I'll just lie down."
Guan Shengye refused, so he climbed onto the bed and pulled Yi Mu into his arms.
"I'll sleep with you."
I might as well go to sleep. It's raining outside, and sleeping at home in this gloomy, rainy weather is just wonderful.
Less than two minutes after Yi Mu closed his eyes, a hand appeared on his buttocks.
His eyes were still closed, and he lazily dragged out his words, "What are you doing?"
Guan Shengye: "Let me rub your butt."
"My butt doesn't hurt."
"I'll rub it for you even if it doesn't hurt."
Yi Mu: "You better behave and get lost."
Guan Shengye pulled the blanket over both of their heads and tickled Yi Mu's waist and armpits.
He occasionally discovered that Yimu was ticklish, and he would use this to threaten him, scratching him accurately every time.
Imu had pain in his lower back and stomach, but when he laughed, it was absolutely hilarious.
He desperately wanted to beat Guan Shengye to death, but that bastard wouldn't stop.
He didn't laugh for long before begging for mercy.
"You bastard, you—"
Rain pattered against the window, and the room was filled with the vibrant colors of spring, which could not be concealed.
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