Chapter 59 Take Me With Me
Wang Yan was very troubled by the matter of Chi Qiu.
They felt even more pained because they couldn't help the other person in any way.
Even Su Yueming could sense it.
After they had dinner that day, Su Yueming suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Yan's finger, stopping him from getting up.
Wang Yan looked at him in surprise, but his fingers still honestly held his hand in reverse.
"What's wrong?"
Their legs were pressed tightly together, looking very intimate.
"Have you been working too hard lately?"
Su Yueming tentatively asked Wang Yan.
Why do you say that?
"I feel you're not feeling well."
Su Yueming didn't finish his sentence. In fact, he had recently noticed that Wang Yan always had a furrowed brow and a worried look on his face, as if he had encountered some major problem that he couldn't solve.
"Would you like me to help you relax?"
Wang Yan perked up a bit, and asked curiously, "How do I relax?"
Su Yueming mysteriously curled the corners of his mouth, stood up, stumbled around the sofa, and stood behind Wang Yan.
The next second, she placed her hands on his shoulders, massaging him with just the right amount of pressure.
"You can also give massages?"
Wang Yan was genuinely surprised, because in his mind Su Yueming was the kind of person who never lifted a finger.
"Of course."
Su Yueming leaned down, his voice brushing against Wang Yan's sensitive skin behind his ear, and said in a low, hushed tone, "I have many more things you can't even imagine."
"For example?"
Wang Yan turned his head to look at him; they were very close, as if they were about to share a deep kiss.
"For example, just tell me what's bothering you, and I'll help you solve it."
Su Yueming's expression was sincere, and he spoke with utmost seriousness.
It was as if even if the sky were to fall, he would still be there to hold it up.
Are you Doraemon?
Wang Yancheng was amused by him, and the orange light fell on the horizon.
"I'll only be your Doraemon."
“It’s not my business,” Wang Yan shook his head. “It’s my friend’s business.”
"I see."
Su Yueming breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't something that happened to Wang Yan.
He had just smirked, but quickly realized it wouldn't be good if Wang Yan saw it, so he immediately suppressed his smile and asked in a deep voice, "What happened to him?"
"It's nothing." Wang Yan was unwilling to say more; he didn't want Su Yueming to know about the interpersonal relationships around him.
Even though they are getting along better and better with Su Yueming now, and the two are in the sweet period of their relationship.
However, Wang Yan was still afraid of Su Yueming knowing his name and that he was the classmate he had once saved.
"All right."
Su Yueming nodded knowingly and said playfully, "Then tell me when you want to. Anyway, I'll always be here."
After saying that, Su Yueming straightened up again and began to focus on massaging Wang Yan.
Massaging his shoulders and pounding his back, anyone who didn't know better would think Wang Yan had found a masseuse.
Wang Yan sat there stiffly, feeling somewhat flattered.
Standing behind him was the white moonlight he had kept hidden in his heart for many years.
Now, his white moonlight not only belongs to him, but is also treating him well.
His heart felt as if it had been thrown into the air and then plunged into the sea, a huge wave of sweetness washing over him.
"That's enough, don't overwork yourself."
Wang Yan spoke to Su Yueming behind him.
"I'm not tired." Su Yueming leaned down and quickly kissed his cheek, his voice sweet and sticky: "Your husband goes out every day to earn money for me, you don't need to get tired."
Wang Yan blushed deeply after being called "husband."
If there's a crack in the ground, Wang Yan will definitely crawl into it.
"Don't shout like that."
"What?" Su Yueming asked him deliberately, "Don't you like hearing it?"
Wang Yan pursed his lips, his mind in turmoil.
Okay, he likes to hear it.
"Hurry up and answer me, do you like it or not?"
Su Yueming continued his aggressive questioning, determined to get to the bottom of things if he didn't admit it.
"I like it, I like it."
Wang Yan squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.
"I knew it!"
Su Yueming's tone was full of pride and excitement, and he was beaming with joy.
Their reflections were mirrored in the glass window, making them appear intimately close; love had blossomed between them.
The next second, the ringing of a cell phone interrupted their ambiguous atmosphere.
It was Wang Yan's phone ringing.
The phone screen displayed an incoming call from Shen Le'an.
Su Yueming's expression suddenly turned cold, but he still pretended to remind him, "Your phone is ringing."
"OK."
Wang Yan reached out and took the phone, answering the call without any suspicion, "Hello, Le An."
Shen Le'an's voice was terribly hoarse, and he seemed a little confused. "Brother Yan, I feel so bad."
Wang Yan sat up straight instantly, looking somewhat nervous. "What's wrong?"
"I...I think I've caught a bit of a cold, and my head hurts so much."
Did you take your medicine?
"No," Shen Le'an mumbled on the other end of the phone. "I don't have any cold medicine at home."
Wang Yan took a deep breath. "Then go to the hospital."
"My knees hurt from the burns, and I can't walk." Shen Le'an sniffed and said pitifully, "Brother Yan, I really don't know who else to ask for help if you can come and see me."
Wang Yan held the phone, unsure of what to say for a moment.
"Brother Yan, are you worried that your boyfriend will be angry?" Shen Le'an on the other end of the phone continued, "I don't think he's that petty."
These words were uttered into Su Yueming's ears without missing a single one, and he secretly clenched his fingers.
I never expected that Shen Le'an was such a pure and innocent person!
He's met his match!
He was convinced that Wang Yan would not stand idly by and watch someone die, whether out of humanitarian considerations or out of a teacher's duty.
Sure enough, Wang Yan compromised and said, "I'll be there now. Send me the address."
"good."
Shen Le'an didn't forget to remind her, "I didn't lock the door."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan turned to look at Su Yueming, "You heard everything, didn't you?"
Su Yueming nodded frankly.
"Then I'm leaving."
Wang Yan stood up, his tone tinged with reluctance.
"No." Su Yueming hugged Wang Yan from behind, pressing his cheek against Wang Yan's neck, clearly reluctant to part. "If you're going, you have to take me with you."
"I don't want to be apart from you for even a second."
Su Yueming spoke with genuine emotion.
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