Chapter 89 I rejected her
Su Yueming gazed into Wang Yan's brown eyes, which seemed like twinkling stars in the night sky.
Even through the thick clothes, he could still hear his own heavy heartbeat.
His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a surge of love churned within his chest.
He knew that even if he pretended not to care, he couldn't hide it from Wang Yan for long.
"Didn't you already know that?"
Su Yueming gave a helpless smile; he was completely convinced of his defeat in terms of ruthlessness.
Wang Yan took a deep breath, his heart already trembling.
He didn't want to hear Su Yueming's vague explanation; he wanted a precise and unalterable answer.
Whether it's a death sentence or a redemption, Wang Yan needs an answer.
What does this mean?
Wang Yan opened his mouth and continued to press for answers.
Before Su Yueming could answer, his phone vibrated.
Wang Yan also looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the phone screen displayed Song Xiya's name.
The scalding temperature inside his body suddenly dropped, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over Wang Yan's head.
"You answer the phone first."
Wang Yan struggled to stand up from Su Yueming's lap.
Su Yueming noticed his cold attitude and grabbed Wang Yan's wrist without hesitation.
Wang Yan looked down at him without saying a word.
"I'll come find you in a bit."
"good."
Wang Yan nodded slightly.
All he could do was believe Su Yueming and believe what Su Yueming told him.
I believe Su Yueming only likes men, and Song Xiya has nothing to do with him.
Wang Yan left Su Yueming's study almost silently, not wanting to disturb him.
Su Yueming only answered the phone after Wang Yan had completely closed the door.
"Is there something you need?"
Su Yueming's tone was full of impatience; he had lost all patience with Song Xiya.
"Can't I call you now just because there's nothing wrong?"
Song Xiya was being unreasonable and argumentative on the other end of the phone.
Su Yueming was completely exasperated. He closed his eyes helplessly and said, "Can't we just get to the point?"
Song Xiya was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then her sweet voice, accompanied by a jolt of electricity, reached Su Yueming's ears: "Su Yueming, I really like you."
Su Yueming turned his head to look out the window. The lights were so bright that the marks on the ground were clearly visible.
The number of people who have liked Su Yueming since childhood could stretch all the way to France, so Su Yueming is already immune to this kind of thing.
He almost expertly declined: "Sorry, I have someone I like right now."
Song Xiya knew she would be rejected, but she just wanted to give it a try.
She was pampered from childhood, and every man she met fell for her charms.
Su Yueming is one of them.
Perhaps it was because Su Yueming remained unmoved that Song Xiya was so fascinated by him.
“I knew it would turn out like this.” Song Xiya chuckled on the other end of the phone, “but the word ‘give up’ isn’t in my vocabulary.”
After saying that, Song Xiya hung up the phone first.
Su Yueming frowned in annoyance as he listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone.
Song Xiya is difficult to deal with.
But it doesn't matter, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.
As long as Wang Yan was by his side, he was not afraid of anything.
Letting out a deep breath, Su Yueming stood up from his chair. He was going to find Wang Yan now.
The moment the thought popped into his head, he couldn't contain his joy.
The annoyance I felt earlier vanished instantly.
Su Yueming turned off the lights in the study and went outside.
Standing outside the bedroom door, Su Yueming stopped inexplicably as orange-yellow light streamed down from above.
He raised his hand to straighten his collar and then tidied his hair.
Then he slowly turned the doorknob. The bedroom was dark, with only the cool moonlight reflecting in.
Su Yueming stepped into the room, using his shadow as a stepping stone.
Even though she knew Wang Yan wasn't asleep, she still deliberately asked, "Are you asleep?"
Wang Yan's eyelashes trembled, and knowing he had been discovered, he simply opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Su Yueming standing at the head of his bed, staring at him with his head down, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
Why pretend to be asleep?
Su Yueming was the first to question him.
Wang Yan averted his eyes, his fingers twisting nervously together: "Why did Song Xiya call you?"
Su Yueming raised an eyebrow, and an idea flashed through his mind.
Is Wang Yan jealous?
That's what he was thinking, and that's what he asked.
Wang Yan's eyes darted around, wondering if it was really that obvious.
Why aren't you speaking?
Su Yueming pressed on, determined to get an answer.
"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?" Wang Yan decided to throw caution to the wind. "If I say yes, then will you tell me what you all said?"
Su Yueming heard what he wanted to hear, and his whole demeanor softened.
He sat gently beside Wang Yan's bed and solemnly said to him, "Okay."
Wang Yan pursed his lips and mustered his courage to say, "I... I am indeed jealous."
"The sound is too soft."
Su Yueming deliberately patted his ear, teasing him, "I didn't hear you clearly."
Wang Yan: "..."
How come he didn't realize Su Yueming was such a scoundrel?
Perhaps it was precisely his shamelessness that made Wang Yan's bleak world so exciting.
“I said, I’m jealous.” Wang Yan raised his voice and looked up at Su Yueming. “Did you hear me now?”
Su Yueming smiled with satisfaction, his hands supporting him behind him in a relaxed posture.
“Song Xiya confessed to me.” Su Yueming didn’t want to lie to Wang Yan, so he said honestly.
Before Wang Yan's expression could change drastically, Su Yueming added, "But I refused."
Wang Yan stared at him blankly, not reacting for a moment.
They locked eyes in the darkness, their emotions churning beneath the surface.
It's unclear who moved first, but the two of them drew closer and closer, their breaths mingling together.
Soon they fell into each other's arms on the big bed, and the temperature rose steadily, one level at a time.
Even the moon was too ashamed to show itself, hiding behind the clouds. At this moment, their hearts and minds belonged only to each other.
At two o'clock in the morning, there was finally no more noise in the bedroom.
Su Yueming held Wang Yan tightly, his fingers gently caressing his lower back.
Wang Yan, his eyes barely open from sleep, still managed to say, "I want to go out tomorrow."
Su Yueming stopped what he was doing, his tone ambiguous: "Give me a reason."
“We’re out of groceries at home, I want to go out and buy some myself.” Wang Yan took Su Yueming’s hand, his voice hoarse. “I’m so bored staying at home every day. I promise I’ll be back in an hour.”
Su Yueming scrutinized Wang Yan, but ultimately did not refuse: "I'll have Aunt Wu accompany you."
"good."
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