Chapter 25 Stockholm Syndrome
Su Yueming spoke the sweet words with perfect naturalness.
Wang Yan's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the empty plate.
The heat that had just subsided on my cheeks started burning again.
"Uh... I'll go wash the dishes."
After saying this, Wang Yan fled in disarray.
Standing in the kitchen, cold water kept washing over Wang Yan's fingers until the entire sink was filled, then he turned off the tap as if suddenly realizing something.
Actually, there were still some things he couldn't understand.
How could Su Yueming have fallen for him?
He didn't even know who he was.
Furthermore, isn't it truly a fantasy that an imprisoned person falls in love with the person who imprisoned them?
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, and Wang Yan didn't answer it until it was about to hang up automatically.
"Hello."
Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?!
It was Ikegaoka's voice.
"I...I'm thinking about something." Wang Yan lowered his gaze to the colorful bubbles rising in the pool. He couldn't figure it out himself, and he wanted someone else to help him analyze it.
"What is it?"
This was the first time Chi Qiu had heard Wang Yan express confusion. "Let me analyze it for you," he said.
"You said..." Wang Yan hesitated, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on his phone, "Can a person fall in love with someone who treats them badly?"
"Is he not good to you?"
“Yes, like imprisonment…” Wang Yan said the last three words very softly.
"No," Chi Qiu said confidently on the other end of the phone.
Wang Yan fell silent instantly, and the originally bright lights seemed to dim as well.
“But it’s hard to say,” Chi Qiu drawled. “It’s also possible that the other person has Stockholm syndrome.”
“Soldiers’ syndrome?” Wang Yan repeated in a low voice.
"Yes, people with this disease develop a dependence on and a sense of security towards their abusers."
Perhaps, perhaps Su Yueming has contracted this disease?
Then everything makes sense.
"Oh dear, I forgot to mention what happened to me." Chi Qiu slapped his thigh and exclaimed on the other end of the phone, "Could you cover two classes for me tomorrow? My mom is sick, and I need to go to the hospital to take care of her."
"No problem."
Wang Yan agreed without hesitation, and then asked, "How is your aunt's health? Is everything alright?"
"It's nothing, don't worry, it's just a sprained ankle."
"That's fine then."
Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, then I'll send you tomorrow's class schedule."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan put it back in his pocket.
With his questions answered, he began washing the dishes.
After putting the washed dishes and chopsticks into the cupboard, Wang Yan slowly walked out of the kitchen and turned off the lights.
Darkness instantly enveloped the entire room and enveloped Wang Yan.
He slowly turned the doorknob and pushed open the bedroom door, and light came into his view again, illuminating his eyes.
"The blankets are warmed up for you, get into bed."
Su Yueming showed no embarrassment and even extended a pleasant invitation to him.
Wang Yan stared at Su Yueming, worried that Su Yueming might really have Stockholm syndrome.
He didn't lie down immediately, but sat on the large bed, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
The feeling of taking advantage of someone's vulnerability began to torment him.
Are you familiar with Stockholm Syndrome?
Wang Yan lowered his head, his fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly.
What is that?
Su Yueming genuinely didn't know; his mind was completely occupied with Wang Yan.
"nothing."
Wang Yan offered no explanation and lay down on the large bed.
Su Yueming being able to rely on him—wasn't this something he had always dreamed of?
Now that it has become a reality, he should be happy.
That's settled then.
Yes, let's keep going like this!
Wang Yan raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness instantly.
Their breathing suddenly became exceptionally clear, and Su Yueming spoke softly behind him, "Do you know?"
Although the bed is 1.8 meters long, it still feels a bit cramped when two big men lie on it.
Their arms were inevitably pressed together, and the scalding blood seemed to churn inside their veins.
"Know what?"
Wang Yan's voice inexplicably became hoarse.
Su Yueming was waiting for his counter-question, so he didn't hesitate and subtly revealed, "That was my first kiss."
Wang Yan's body stiffened for a moment. He didn't know why he had brought it up again, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. "Ah, I see."
Su Yueming was very dissatisfied with Wang Yan's reaction.
Without warning, he sat up halfway, looking down at Wang Yan with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the blindfold.
His strong body loomed over Wang Yan, his shadow completely covering him.
Wang Yan swallowed nervously. "What's wrong?"
"Aren't you going to take responsibility for me?" Su Yueming roared. "That was my first kiss!"
Responsible?
Wang Yan thought he was hearing a fairy tale.
"We are all men..."
“What’s wrong with men?” Su Yueming interrupted Wang Yan before he could finish speaking, and said with reason and evidence, “Men are people too, and men also need to be taken care of.”
Wang Yan opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute it at all.
As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, he could clearly see the moonlight streaming in, and at the same time, he could make out Su Yueming's appearance.
Wang Yan wanted to take responsibility for Su Yueming, but what did he have to offer?
Should we give up what little life we have left?
Su Yueming seemed to sense Wang Yan's avoidance and felt a sense of urgency; he had to seize this opportunity.
“But you were the one who asked me to kiss you.” Su Yueming paused deliberately, then looked like he was about to cry: “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lost my first kiss. I was planning to save my first kiss for my other half.”
Wang Yan: "..."
Wang Yan was dumbfounded.
He never expected that such a simple sentence would cause such a big incident.
Don't be sad.
Wang Yan offered Su Yueming a dry, unhelpful attempt to comfort him.
The word "heartbroken" echoed in Su Yueming's ears.
She pinched her thigh hard with her fingers, and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks, wetting her blindfold.
"How could I not be heartbroken?" Su Yueming choked back tears. "Unless you take responsibility for me."
No matter how much time passed, Wang Yan still couldn't bear to see Su Yueming sad. His heart felt as if it had been thrown into water, and a suffocating feeling followed him everywhere.
"What constitutes taking responsibility?"
Wang Yan also sat up and faced Su Yueming.
"Marry me."
Wang Yan thought he was hallucinating. "What?"
"Or I'll marry you."
Su Yueming spoke again without hesitation.
The bedroom fell silent instantly, and even the cicadas that had been chirping outside the window fell silent.
Wang Yan finally realized what was happening and opened his mouth: "Stop fooling around."
Marriage was something Wang Yan had never considered, and now it was even more impossible.
Wang Yan didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer, and his gaze gently fell on Su Yueming's cheek.
That was also my first kiss.
Unfortunately, Su Yueming couldn't see the love in Wang Yan's eyes.
Wang Yan paused, then added, "So we owe each other nothing, and we don't need to take responsibility for it."
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