Chapter 65 is extremely dazzling.
Too much detail in surveillance footage is not necessarily a good thing.
For example, Shen Le'an clearly saw the scene of Wang Yan and Su Yueming embracing each other through his mobile phone.
He could clearly see Wang Yan's slightly red ear tips and Su Yueming's bobbing Adam's apple.
It was extremely glaring.
Her body felt as if it had been torn in two; one half was screaming, roaring, and going crazy, while the other half was thinking how handsome Wang Yan looked when he was shy.
Like a soft little loaf of bread, it's easy to manipulate.
Shen Le'an narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly ground his teeth.
The scene on the phone screen changed again; the two of them were embracing and kissing.
Wang Yan sat on Su Yueming's lap, while Su Yueming forcefully wrapped his arms around his waist, not allowing him to back away in any way.
This is not the scene Shen Le'an wanted to see.
He should have turned off the screen, but he was frozen in time, staring intently at them outside the camera, as if he could hear them swallowing.
His body underwent a change, and lust surged from the soles of his feet straight to his brain.
Shen Le'an also began to swallow his saliva, and he even fantasized about Wang Yan sitting on his lap...
The roar of a motorcycle came from outside the window, and Shen Le'an came back to his senses, quickly flipping his phone face down on the table.
He tilted his head back on the sofa and let out a heavy sigh.
——
Wang Yan and Su Yueming were completely unaware that their kiss had been witnessed by others.
After the kiss ended, they hugged each other to catch their breath.
Su Yueming nibbled on Wang Yan's ear and continued to tease him, "I want to kiss you for the rest of my life."
lifetime?
Wang Yan tilted his head to look at him, "Do you know how long a lifetime is?"
"I don't know." Su Yueming wouldn't let Wang Yan get off him, no matter how heavy Wang Yan was, "but I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Wang Yan blinked, a sour feeling rising in his heart, and his throat began to feel dry.
From childhood to adulthood, over all these years, he had only ever heard these things from Su Yueming.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.
Seeing that Wang Yan remained silent, Su Yueming became nervous and couldn't help but ask, "What about you? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
"Of course." Wang Yan nodded emphatically, tears streaming down his face.
Su Yueming's eyes widened in disbelief.
Why is Wang Yan crying?
He didn't bully him.
"What's wrong?" Su Yueming could only ask indirectly, "Why does your voice sound so hoarse? Have you been crying?"
“These are tears of emotion.” Wang Yan raised his hand and vigorously wiped away the tears, trying to keep his tone cheerful. “Let’s eat cake together.”
"good."
Su Yueming hadn't eaten cream in a long time.
Because he needs to hold concerts and appear on camera, he has to be thin.
Only by being thin can he present the best demeanor to the audience, so he almost gave up everything containing calories.
After thinking about it, Su Yueming immediately reached out and touched his shoulders and thighs. Why did he feel like he had gained some weight?
Seeing that he was holding the cake but not touching it, Wang Yan asked with some confusion, "Don't you like cake?"
Su Yueming mechanically shook his head. "No."
"What happened?"
"I think I've gained weight." Su Yueming's voice was a little dejected. Then he turned to look at Wang Yan, "So if I get fat, will you still like me?"
Wang Yan looked Su Yueming up and down carefully. Was he not fat?
He still has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and if you reach out to touch him, you can feel his eight-pack abs.
"I like it."
What Wang Yan said was true. Even if Su Yueming became a big fat man, he would still be Wang Yan's idol.
Su Yueming remained uneasy. He raised his hand and grabbed Wang Yan's shoulder. "What if I become unattractive? Will you then imprison someone else instead?"
He remained resentful about this matter, after all, Wang Yan had personally said that he imprisoned him simply because he was handsome.
If he becomes ugly, will Wang Yan "release" him?
Wang Yan grabbed Su Yueming's wrist and said solemnly, "Then I like you too, because there is only one you in this world."
marvelous!
Su Yueming was completely relieved; he no longer had to worry about anyone being more handsome than him.
“You said it yourself.” Su Yueming finally smiled again. “I’ve got it in mind.”
"OK."
Su Yueming took a big bite of the cake, his heart overflowing with sweetness.
Eating dessert while having your favorite person by your side—there's nothing happier than this.
The teddy bear on the coffee table watched their every move, even relaying every word of their conversation to Shen Le'an.
Shen Le'an had a cigarette in his mouth, his legs propped up on the coffee table, the rising smoke obscuring his face.
He keenly grasped the word "imprisonment".
What does this mean?
Or is this some new kind of erotic play?
But his sixth sense told him that things might not be that simple.
My mind is a complete mess, and I can't find any clues.
Frustrated, Shen Le'an stubbed out his cigarette on the coffee table, leaving an indelible black stain.
The room was too big and too quiet.
Shen Le'an called his friends and started inviting them for drinks.
He figured that once he got drunk, he wouldn't remember Wang Yan anymore.
My friend readily agreed on the other end of the phone, "Okay, see you then, we'll drink until we drop."
"good."
Shen Le'an hung up the phone, got up and went to the kitchen, and started making himself instant noodles.
This was the only meal he ate that day.
But while cooking instant noodles, the image of Wang Yan and Su Yueming eating cake once again involuntarily popped into his mind.
Wang Yan didn't say anything, but invited him upstairs to enjoy the cake together.
What a stingy person!
Shen Le'an thought to himself secretly.
The instant noodles had only been soaking for five minutes when Shen Le'an lifted the lid; he liked to eat instant noodles that were only half-cooked.
He never wastes food, even drinking the soup from instant noodles.
As the sun sets in the west, the moon quietly climbs onto the treetops, and night envelops the earth.
Shen Le'an simply put on a black down jacket and headed to the agreed-upon bar.
He pushed open the door and walked in. Colorful lights shone on him, and the smell of alcohol lingered in the air.
On the stage, groups of people were celebrating, each with a different smile on their face.
“Shen Le’an, I’m here.”
His friend got up from the leather sofa and waved to him.
Shen Le'an walked through the crowd toward him. The table in front of him was already full of drinks. "You're here pretty early."
"There's no harm in going ahead a bit," Wang Yang said, handing his glass to Shen Le'an. "I haven't even asked you yet, why did you suddenly ask me to drink today?"
"He's heartbroken."
Shen Le'an took a sip of wine and spoke.
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