Chapter 7 You Feed Me
The first time Wang Yan stood at his own doorstep, he felt a mix of trepidation and longing as he approached his hometown.
The key was inserted into the lock, and with a click, the door opened.
Wang Yan bent down to change his shoes, put the keys on the shoe cabinet, and carried the sweet and sour pork into the kitchen.
He carefully poured the sweet and sour pork into a plate and stood outside the bedroom door.
He was filled with anxiety and nervousness, hoping that this was not a dream.
Upon opening the bedroom door, one could immediately see Su Yueming lying on the bed as before.
My heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, settled again, and a warm feeling welled up inside me. "I'm back."
He had been fantasizing about this day for a long time, imagining that when he returned home, it wouldn't be a cold, silent room, but a real home where someone would be waiting for him.
Waiting for him—what beautiful words those were, words he had longed for for so long.
Although this was not what Su Yueming wanted, Wang Yan was already content.
Even if he were to die now, he would have no regrets.
"We're having sweet and sour pork for lunch today."
After Wang Yan finished speaking, he subconsciously tried to help Su Yueming up.
He didn't notice anything amiss because Su Yueming was in the exact same posture as when he left.
However, just as Wang Yan bent down, his gaze, which had been fixed on Su Yueming, suddenly stopped. He saw that Su Yueming's collar was slightly open, and his strong and powerful skin was partially revealed by his clothes, making people unable to help but have fantasies.
For example, how does it feel to squeeze? How does it feel to kiss?
His brows furrowed slightly; he remembered that Su Yueming's shirt buttons were fastened.
"Why is your button undone?"
Su Yueming's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly. When he lay down, he deliberately adjusted his position to ensure that Wang Yan could have a full view of his good figure.
"They probably came apart accidentally."
Su Yueming felt a surge of anticipation, hoping that Wang Yan would lose control.
Wang Yan nodded; he didn't think too much about it.
When his fingers touched Su Yueming's chest, his expression was serious, and his gaze was unwavering, as if he were conducting academic research.
Su Yueming felt Wang Yan's cool fingertips on his chest, and his heart started racing. Su Yueming held his breath and opened his mouth slightly.
Sure enough, no one could resist his charm, and he was ready to kiss her.
However, the next second, the clothes on her chest were fastened back up, completely covering her exposed skin, and Wang Yan's fingers left.
Su Yueming: "..."
Is that all?
Is Wang Yan incapable?
The scorching sun didn't make Wang Yan sweat, but those two buttons almost made him drenched in sweat.
With his beloved lying disheveled on the bed, heaven knows how much self-control Wang Yan had to muster to restrain his impulse!
"Okay, I've buttoned it up again for you." Wang Yan paused, then added in a hoarse voice, "Don't catch a cold."
Wang Yan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, feeling a great sense of relief.
Beneath the blindfold was Su Yueming's expression, which looked like it was about to burst.
Wang Yan sat on the edge of the large bed, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with his chopsticks, and said, "I think his family's food is quite delicious."
The sweet and sour pork, coated in syrup, touched Su Yueming's lips, but he didn't open his mouth.
Wang Yan froze, his gaze suddenly dimming.
Su Yueming didn't not want to eat, but he was too close to Wang Yan and he could smell the perfume on Wang Yan.
Wang Yan didn't wear any perfume when he went out this morning, so whose perfume is it?
The delicate, sweet scent lingers, and besides, how close do you have to be to pick up the fragrance?
Su Yueming's heart sank deeper and deeper.
My brain couldn't help but let my imagination run wild, imagining Wang Yan's posture when talking to the other person, whether their shoulders were touching when their eyes met.
"You don't want to eat?"
Wang Yan raised a question.
Su Yueming has never been one to hide his feelings, especially when it comes to communicating promptly when he has a conflict with someone he likes.
So Su Yueming asked frankly, "Whose perfume are you wearing?"
This question startled Wang Yan, and he subconsciously lowered his head to smell his clothes.
Okay, he admits he couldn't smell anything.
The image of Chi Qiu flashed through my mind; it was probably something I accidentally picked up while talking to him that morning.
"It was probably from accidental contamination."
"I don't like the smell."
As if to make it clear that he really hated the smell, Su Yueming even pretended to sneeze twice.
"I think I'm about to have an allergic reaction."
Su Yueming emphasized the word "allergy".
Is Su Yueming allergic to perfume?
Wang Yan was genuinely unaware of this matter, and he was somewhat flustered.
After all, news reports often indicate that allergies can be fatal, so they should never be ignored.
"Shall I go buy you some allergy medicine?"
Wang Yan asked him anxiously, his fingers unconsciously clenching.
"No need." Su Yueming lay on the big bed with a slight smile on his lips. "Just take a shower and wash off the perfume."
"Okay, I'll go take a shower now."
Wang Yan nodded without hesitation.
Opening the wardrobe, taking out a gray nightgown, Wang Yan headed straight for the bathroom.
Cool water poured down from above, soaking Wang Yan's entire body. He usually takes a quick shower, but this time it took him almost thirty minutes to come out of the bathroom.
He genuinely didn't want anything to happen to Su Yueming, not even the slightest harm.
He was enveloped in moisture, wearing a gray crew-neck pajama top, as he returned to the bedside.
"I've finished showering, so there shouldn't be any perfume smell this time."
Su Yueming knew, of course, that Wang Yan had finished showering. The sound of the water dripping in the bathroom seeped into his ears, making his heart restless.
Naturally, Su Yueming wanted to tease Wang Yan.
"Really?" Su Yueming said seriously, as if he was very concerned about his allergen. "Move closer to me so I can confirm."
Wang Yan didn't think too much about it and obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.
"No, it's still too far. You need to be closer to me."
Wang Yan had no choice but to bend down and slowly move closer to Su Yueming until their chests were almost touching.
Anyone who sees this will say, "What an ambiguous pose!"
Wang Yan was completely unaware of this; he was still worried, asking, "How is it? Does it still smell of perfume?"
No, that's all.
Su Yueming stammered as he spoke, the moisture clinging to his body, and he caught a whiff of lavender emanating from Wang Yan.
He was almost completely captivated.
Upon hearing Su Yueming confirm that there was no one left, Wang Yan quickly straightened up, his heart instantly calming down.
He picked up the plate of sweet and sour pork again. "Try the sweet and sour pork."
"good."
Coming to his senses, Su Yueming nodded without hesitation, but he suddenly stopped halfway through.
Based on the direction of the sound, he turned his head to look at Wang Yan.
"But it's inconvenient for me to use chopsticks, so I need you to feed me."
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