Chapter 33 He is very possessive
Wang Yan looked at Shen Le'an sitting opposite him. He seemed to have dressed up specially today, with his hair sprayed with hair gel and his bangs parted in a 3/7 ratio, revealing his delicate eyebrows and eyes.
His lips looked as if he had applied lipstick; otherwise, Wang Yan really couldn't understand why his lips were so red, as if he had eaten a dead child.
What Wang Yan couldn't understand was why he brought up this topic.
Whether he's in a relationship or has a boyfriend or girlfriend is none of his business.
Moreover, Shen Le'an's questioning was not an ordinary one; Wang Yan sensed the subtle malice hidden in his words.
Wang Yan pursed his lips, and just as he was thinking about how to avoid the question, the waiter brought the dishes over.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking that the topic had been dropped.
However, after the waiter left, Shen Le'an looked at Wang Yan again.
"Teacher, you haven't answered me yet."
He held his cheeks in his hands and asked patiently.
Is it important?
Wang Yan's usually expressionless face finally betrayed a hint of impatience due to Shen Le'an's persistent questioning.
Shen Le'an was good at assessing the situation. Seeing Wang Yan like this, he quickly lowered his eyes and pretended to be innocent.
"Teacher, are you angry?"
Wang Yan took a deep breath, before he could answer.
Then I heard Shen Le'an's soft apology, "I'm sorry."
Wang Yan looked up and saw Shen Le'an's slightly red eyes and a forced smile on her lips: "I know, I don't know how to be likable."
Wang Yan had never seen someone change their expression so quickly; besides being shocked, all he could do was offer words of comfort.
No.
“Teacher, you don’t need to comfort me.” Shen Le’an sniffed at the right moment. “If I spoke nicely and flattered people, I probably wouldn’t have been bullied.”
The word "bullying" instantly struck a nerve with Wang Yan.
"It's not your fault at all. Don't look for the reasons within yourself," Wang Yan said urgently, trying to comfort him. "You understand?"
Shen Le'an finally broke into a smile through his tears, "I understand."
The night outside the window was deep, with cars and streets, and countless neon lights adorning the night sky.
The lights dappled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows on Wang Yan, and Shen Le'an felt as if he could hear his own heartbeat.
However, the hickeys on his neck were too glaring, so glaring that Shen Le'an wished he could dig them off.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke again, "Teacher, what I said just now wasn't meant to offend you..."
“They just don’t understand me at all, they just call me a pervert.” Shen Le’an looked at Wang Yan, hesitating to speak, “Because I also like boys.”
Wang Yan didn't expect him to be so blunt. In this society, although homosexuality is not universally condemned, there is no need to make such a big fuss about it so that everyone knows.
"I see." Wang Yan nodded, completely forgetting his dissatisfaction with Shen Le'an earlier.
He can understand a child's anxiety about liking someone of the same sex.
After all, he went through the same process, from anxiety and uncertainty to accepting himself with equanimity.
"Alright, don't think about it so much." Wang Yan looked at Shen Le'an's almost crying expression and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Let's eat, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
"good."
Shen Le'an nodded vigorously, and the tears in his eyes disappeared.
Midway through the meal, Wang Yan excused himself to go to the restroom and paid the bill.
No matter what, it's impossible for the students to actually pay for it.
Returning to his seat, Shen Le'an had already put down his chopsticks.
"Are you full?"
Wang Yanchao asked him.
"I'm full." After saying that, Shen Le'an even let out a burp.
Wang Yan chuckled softly, picked up the clothes placed to the side, and asked, "Shall we go?"
It was getting late, and he couldn't break his promise to Su Yueming to go home early.
"OK."
Shen Le'an stood up and followed Wang Yan towards the door.
As Shen Le'an passed the bar, he instinctively went to pay the bill, only to be told by the waiter that it had already been settled.
The truth about Shen Le's case became clear in an instant.
He jogged to catch up with Wang Yan ahead, his voice carrying the distinctive tone of a young boy: "Teacher, didn't we agree that I would treat you? Why did you pay the bill?"
Before Wang Yan could answer, Shen Le'an said again, "Then next time, I'll treat you next time, teacher."
The night wind was indeed a bit chilly. Wang Yan pulled his coat tighter and gave a soft "hmm".
How will you get home?
Wang Yan turned his head and asked Shen Le'an.
“My home is nearby, it’s only a ten-minute walk away.”
"That's good."
A gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on Wang Yan's forehead, revealing his full forehead.
The wicked thoughts hidden deep in Shen Le'an resurfaced, and he smirked as he looked at Wang Yan, "Teacher, your lover must be very possessive."
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Wang Yan was deeply puzzled by his sudden words.
“Because…” Shen Le’an drawled out the last syllable, his tone flippant: “There are hickeys on the teacher’s neck.”
Wang Yan raised his hand to cover his neck faster than he spoke, "What?"
"It's a hickey."
Shen Le'an deliberately repeated himself, then shrugged, "It's nothing, we're all adults anyway."
Wang Yan's cheeks were already flushed red; if there were a crack in the ground, he would want to crawl into it immediately.
The dim streetlights bathed Wang Yan, and Shen Le'an could clearly see his shy expression.
“But teacher, I think you still need to remind your partner that kissing the neck can be life-threatening.” Shen Le’an’s face showed concern, as if he was genuinely considering Wang Yan’s well-being.
"I see."
Wang Yan zipped up his coat, and the collar, which had stood up, completely covered the hickeys.
"I won't take you home. Be careful on the road."
Shen Le'an's every word exceeded his expectations, and Wang Yan was really struggling to keep up.
"All right."
Shen Le'an waved to him, "Goodbye, Teacher Wang."
"goodbye."
Wang Yan also waved.
It was already 8:30 p.m. when I got home.
Wang Yan changed his shoes, put on slippers, and pushed open the door to the bedroom.
"You're not back early at all."
Su Yueming turned his head and rebuked him.
Wang Yan stared at him, not responding to what he said, but instead said, "You did this on purpose."
"Huh?" Su Yueming asked, puzzled. "What?"
Wang Yan felt incredibly embarrassed whenever he thought about having eaten with Shen Le'an for hours with hickeys on his face.
So he plopped down on the big bed, very close to Su Yueming.
"The hickey, the hickey you left on my neck!"
Su Yueming raised an eyebrow, but his voice sounded aggrieved, "I really didn't mean to."
He leaned against the headboard, the dim, misty light falling on his face, and his words sounded exceptionally sincere: "My eyes are covered, I can't see anything, how am I supposed to know there will be any traces?"
What he said does have some merit.
Wang Yan was successfully persuaded by him.
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