Chapter 22 Are you sick?
Sleeping naked?
Su Yueming was indeed quite surprised.
Beyond that, there was nothing but excitement.
"Of course, that's acceptable."
Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment when he didn't expect Su Yueming to answer so readily.
"good."
Wang Yan directly raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp, instantly extinguishing the only light Su Yueming could see.
Soon, a rustling sound arose, and a warm body pressed against his side.
Wang Yanzhen lay down on the big bed, but his gaze was fixed on the ceiling, and he was extremely nervous and uneasy.
To be honest, this was the first time he had ever slept naked.
He deliberately pressed his naked body against Su Yueming's shoulder, not believing that Su Yueming wouldn't feel it.
Su Yueming not only felt it, but his breathing also became rapid.
But he didn't want to expose himself, so he tried his best to keep his breathing steady, not wanting to scare Wang Yan away.
The bedroom was pitch black, not a single ray of light penetrated, and the two lay on the large bed, each lost in their own thoughts.
Seeing that Su Yueming remained silent, Wang Yan assumed that his actions were not excessive enough.
So he lifted his leg and placed it on Su Yueming's leg, like two pythons tightly coiled together.
Su Yueming finally couldn't hold back any longer, his voice hoarse: "You..."
Wang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, but it wasn't a triumphant smile; it contained too many emotions to discern.
He wisely withdrew his leg, waiting for Su Yueming to criticize him.
“You…” Su Yueming finally finished his sentence, “Are you really not sick? Why are you so thin?”
Wang Yan turned his head to look at Su Yueming in disbelief.
For a moment, Wang Yan thought he was hallucinating.
This was the first time someone had shown concern for his health, and that person was none other than Su Yueming.
"Is that all you have to say?"
Wang Yan still didn't believe it and subconsciously pressed for more information.
Su Yueming was speaking from the heart. When Wang Yan's body touched him, he did feel a momentary tremor, but he quickly felt the light weight of Wang Yan's body.
He hasn't gained any weight over the years; in fact, he's thinner than before.
All the beautiful thoughts vanished in an instant, leaving only heartache for Wang Yan.
So he subtly suggested that Wang Yan go to the hospital to see what he could eat to strengthen his body.
That way, Su Yueming wouldn't have to worry about him being blown away by the strong wind.
Loving someone might mean always worrying about things that are impossible for them.
In response to Wang Yan's question, Su Yueming thought for a moment and added, "You need to eat more."
The darkness concealed Wang Yan's emotions perfectly; his eyelashes fluttered constantly, and his voice became hoarse: "I'm not sick."
He emphasized this statement, seemingly trying to cover up the truth.
Heaven probably knew how much he didn't want to die, but many things were simply beyond his control.
"Have you been to the hospital for a checkup?"
Su Yueming was not as easy to fool as one might imagine.
"I guess so."
Wang Yan gave a perfunctory reply.
Did the doctor say anything?
"It's probably a matter of physical constitution."
Su Yueming clearly didn't believe this explanation. "I think you should try another hospital."
Wang Yan took a deep breath, a lump forming in his throat: "I understand."
So when are you going?
Su Yueming gave Wang Yan no chance to brush him off.
"Let's wait a few days."
For the first time, Wang Yan found him difficult to deal with. When Su Yueming opened his mouth to ask more questions, he didn't hesitate to raise his hand and cover his lips.
His dry palms pressed tightly against Su Yueming's lips, giving one the urge to lick them.
"Okay, I'm going to sleep now."
Wang Yan spoke softly.
Su Yueming nodded hurriedly, afraid that he would lose control and stick out his tongue.
The room fell silent again; you could hear a pin drop.
Su Yueming awkwardly turned to face Wang Yan, straining his eyes to see through the tie and make out his figure.
Even if you can't see clearly, it doesn't matter. Just knowing that Wang Yan is by his side is enough.
Wang Yan also couldn't fall asleep because he wasn't used to sleeping naked.
The feeling of being completely naked made him feel insecure.
More importantly, what Su Yueming said tonight made him feel even more guilty towards Su Yueming.
They forcibly imprisoned him and then unilaterally broke their agreement to release him after seven days.
He deserves to die.
With a heavy heave, Wang Yan decided to offer Su Yueming some compensation, such as removing the handcuffs that bound him.
This would make it easier for Su Yueming to eat and take a bath.
As dawn broke, Wang Yan opened his eyes.
Looking at Su Yueming sleeping soundly beside him, Wang Yan carefully got out of bed.
Stepping into the bathroom, Wang Yan put on his pajamas and pajama bottoms, and the sense of security that had vanished instantly returned.
Wang Yan did not forget what he had to do today. He left the bedroom and went to the living room.
The succulents on the coffee table were basking in the sunlight, and Wang Yan affectionately touched their leaves.
Then, as he left the house, Wang Yan decided to go out and buy an eye mask in case Su Yueming loosened his tie after unlocking his handcuffs.
The kind of blindfold that only he could remove.
Wang Yan returned quickly, before seven o'clock.
After changing his shoes and taking off his helmet in the entryway, Wang Yan took a deep breath.
He then pulled open the drawer under the coffee table and took out the key that was inside.
"I hope he won't make me angry."
Wang Yan gripped the key tightly in his hand.
Removing Su Yueming's handcuffs also means giving him the opportunity to rebel against himself.
It wasn't until the pain shot through his palm that Wang Yan came to his senses.
Forget it, there's no need to think about it so much. Even if we unlock his handcuffs, he still can't escape.
There was still a little bit of the sleeping potion that day that knocked out Su Yueming, and it came in handy today.
Wang Yan found a handkerchief, poured the sleeping pills onto it, held his breath, and went back into the bedroom.
His long hair obscured his eyes and brows. He stared at Su Yueming silently for a few seconds before bending down and covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief laced with a sedative.
Watching the rise and fall of the other man's chest, confirming that Su Yueming had inhaled the drug into his lungs, Wang Yan slowly removed the handkerchief.
"Su Yueming?" Wang Yan called softly to him. When he did not respond, Wang Yan chose to speak again: "Yueming, Yueming."
Wang Yan emphasized the name Yueming; heaven knows how many times he had silently repeated it in his heart.
After confirming that Su Yueming would not respond, Wang Yan first untied the tie that was binding his eyes and put on a blindfold that could only be unlocked with a password, to ensure that he could not open it by himself.
After dealing with the blindfold, Su Yueming's hands were freed with a "click".
Wang Yan removed the handcuffs, which were still warm from Su Yueming's body, and slowly left the bedroom.
Perhaps because he was with someone he liked, Su Yueming slept very soundly that night.
It was nearly noon when Su Yueming slowly woke up.
Lying in bed for a long time has made me feel a bit tired.
So he instinctively stretched, instantly relaxing his limbs and waist.
He quickly realized something was wrong.
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