Chapter 31
The next morning, just after dawn, Mo Yousen woke up because he had to pee and wanted to go to the bathroom. When he opened his eyes, he saw a man's face lying next to him with his arms on him.
"Ahhhhhhhh——" Mo Yousen screamed and kicked the man off the bed. Yan Yuheng was brought to the floor by the huge impact force and fell with a "bang".
Mo Yousen was still huddled by the bed, hugging the quilt and looking at the person on the ground in horror. When he got up from the ground and stood up, Mo Yousen saw clearly that the person was Yan Yuheng.
"Xiao Sen, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Yan Yuheng rubbed his butt and supported his waist, then knelt on the floor and looked up at the person on the bed.
Mo Yousen pulled the quilt over himself, burying himself in it without leaving a single crack.
"What are you doing? Don't sleep with your head covered like this. I've told you so many times, why don't you listen?" Yan Yuheng stood up, put one knee on the side of the bed, and pulled Mo Yousen's quilt.
Hu Yichen pushed open the door with an unhappy look on his face and looked at the two people on the bed. Yan Yuheng tore Mo Yousen's quilt and ended up pulling off his bathrobe, exposing his entire upper body. Hu Yichen and Mo Yousen looked at each other awkwardly.
Hu Yichen looked around and scratched his legs, "My baby asked me... I didn't mean it, you guys continue." After saying that, he hurriedly closed the door and left.
Now it was Yan Yuheng's turn to feel embarrassed, "I didn't mean to..."
Mo Yousen pulled his bathrobe back on with a stern face and walked past Yan Yuheng to the bathroom, feeling confused and unhappy. He wanted to know who the stranger outside the door was? Why was he living with them? Was that person so good-looking? Was she the girl Yan Yuheng liked? Or were they already together?
Mo Yousen was taking care of his physiological matters while leaning against the wall to think. The more he thought, the angrier he became. But what right did he have to be angry? It had been so long, it was normal for someone to have someone they liked.
Yan Yuheng watched Mo Yousen walk out of the bathroom, his face gloomy but his eyes slightly red. He walked forward, hugged Mo Yousen's waist and looked down at him, "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy? Who messed with my Xiao Sen?"
Mo Yousen suddenly pushed Yan Yuheng away with a fierce force. Yan Yuheng was caught off guard and took several solid steps back before steadying himself. He tilted his head and looked at Mo Yousen in astonishment. What the hell? Did he offend him in some way? No way. I just woke up, how could I do something ridiculous? This couldn't be a dream, could it?
Mo Yousen stood there angrily, and then his nose felt sore and tears as big as beans fell. He hunched his back and slowly squatted down, hugging himself against the wall. His body was shaking with tears, but he tried not to make any sound.
Yan Yuheng was suddenly at a loss, "Oh, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, baby."
Yan Yuheng's big hand patted Mo Yousen's back, soothing him again and again. Mo Yousen became nervous when he heard it. He raised his head and cried to Yan Yuheng, "Who the hell is your baby! You are a scumbag who is fickle and fickle! You still want to hug women left and right? Dream on!"
Yan Yuheng's hands froze in mid-air, his brain unable to process. How had he become a scumbag? No one had even informed him. What was going on?
The noise here was so loud that it woke Zhang Qianyi up. When Zhang Qianyi opened the door, he saw Mo Yousen sitting on the ground crying and Yan Yuheng standing next to him with a frustrated look on his face.
Zhang Qianyi frowned, "Yan Yuheng, why are you provoking Xiao Sen so early in the morning?"
Yan Yuheng pointed at himself in disbelief, "Me? Me again? Who did I offend?"
Hu Yichen came in from outside with a smile and handed Zhang Qianyi a glass of milk, "Baby, drink it quickly. It replenishes your nutrition. Last night..."
Zhang Qianyi pressed Hu Yichen's mouth, took the milk from his hand and drank it all in one gulp. "Talk less and do more."
Hu Yichen raised his eyebrows cunningly, and wiped the milk stains from Zhang Qianyi's lips with his fingers slightly bent. "Okay, baby, I will do it more often."
Zhang Qianyi glared at him with affectionate eyes.
Mo Yousen stared blankly at the two people beside the door, hiccuped and looked at Yan Yuheng, and when he saw Yan Yuheng was also staring at him, he pointed at them.
Yan Yuheng suddenly realized, "Oh, I haven't introduced him to you yet. The one with white hair is Zhang Qianyi's boyfriend, Hu Yichen." Then he whispered in Mo Yousen's ear, "He's good-looking, but not very smart."
Mo Yousen's ears felt itchy. He gently pushed Yan Yuheng away a little and touched his earlobe, a slight blush appearing on his face.
Yan Yuheng suddenly put the whole thing together, pointed at Hu Yichen and jumped up and shouted: "You just called me a scumbag, you didn't think he was my boyfriend!"
Mo Yousen sat on the ground, hugging his knees, his head tilted slightly to the right, trying to escape. Having his thoughts exposed, Mo Yousen felt even more embarrassed than before, deeply regretting that his words had outstripped his brain.
Hu Yichen raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "Who's your boyfriend?" He held a cup in one hand and tugged at Zhang Qianyi's arm with the other, shaking him back and forth, "Baby! Look at him! He's slandering me!"
"Alright, you're always doing bad things instead of good ones. Where did you learn this trick?" Zhang Qianyi brushed Hu Yichen's hand away, stretched out his finger and tapped Hu Yichen's forehead lightly, then walked over to Mo Yousen, squatted down and touched his head, "Xiao Sen, can we stand up first?"
Mo Yousen nodded obediently, letting Zhang Qianyi help him sit on the bed. His eyes followed Zhang Qianyi around. He had never seen Zhang Qianyi like this before. In his impression, Zhang Qianyi, as the eldest brother of the foursome, had always been mature and steady, only occasionally enjoying joking and joking with them. He was always organized and methodical. How could he suddenly become so naive? Was it an illusion?
Hu Yichen watched helplessly as his boyfriend actually supported another man. The man kept staring at his boyfriend. He angrily slammed the cup on the table to express his dissatisfaction.
Yan Yuheng was not willing to be outdone, and followed Mo Yousen happily and sat on the bed, close to him.
Zhang Qianyi suddenly felt very tired. It was enough to have one ignorant child at home, but now another one ran out.
Zhang Qianyi changed the subject, "Xiao Sen, have you missed us after so many years?"
Mo Yousen nodded and asked, "Where's Sister Ting?"
Everyone was silent. Jiang Ting hadn't been seen since she'd severed contact with them. They didn't even know her current situation. She had simply vanished from their world. Zhang Qianyi had also sent someone to Beijing to investigate and learned that she had been doing well there over the years. That was enough.
Yan Yuheng stammered, "Your sister Ting, she, she..."
Zhang Qianyi interrupted him, "She's in Beijing. She opened a company with a friend there, and she doesn't know what's going on here."
Yan Yuheng immediately followed up, "Yes, she is very busy."
Yan Yuheng pulled Mo Yousen into his arms and let him lean against him, gently stroking his head. Yan Yuheng cleared his throat and asked Mo Yousen gently, "How about you? Have you been doing well these years?"
Mo Yousen trembled in his arms. Yan Yuheng wanted to hear it with his own ears. He wanted Mo Yousen to tell these things himself.
Mo Yousen shook his head in his arms, then nodded, "It's fine, I have food, drink and sleep."
Yan Yuheng exhaled from his nose, closed his eyes, nodded, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, as long as you live well."
Hu Yichen pushed Zhang Qianyi out the door and said, "Let's go, let the young couple chat on their own."
Mo Yousen stood up and left Yan Yuheng, "We are not a couple."
The words were neither loud nor soft, but they struck Yan Yuheng's heart. His heart was instantly shattered, and his throat felt as if it was being grabbed. He lowered his eyes and spoke hoarsely, "Are you so anxious to cut off ties with me?"
Mo Yousen turned his head away from him, tears streaming down his face. Zhang Qianyi stretched out his finger, tapped Hu Yichen's mouth twice, and pulled him out of the room.
Yan Yuheng still didn't give up, "Why?"
"Would you please say something?"
"Don't be so silent. It's very cruel to me."
Yan Yuheng couldn't bear it any longer and twisted Mo Yousen's body, pressing him straight onto the bed. His hands were like iron clamps and he couldn't break free. Mo Yousen struggled for a while and then gave up. Yan Yuheng's eyes were already blazing with anger, "Speak! Mo Yousen!"
Mo Yousen stared at the man in front of him viciously, "I hate you! Yan Yuheng, I hate you!"
The four cold words hit Yan Yuheng, like silver needles piercing his heart. Yan Yuheng was stunned and heard a buzzing sound in his ears.
Yan Yuheng opened his mouth, and a scalding tear escaped faster than his voice, falling directly onto Mo Yousen. Yan Yuheng anxiously raised his head, trying to hold back the tears, but it was too late. A second drop, a third… Yan Yuheng quickly wiped them away with his hand, continuing to hold onto Mo Yousen's wrist. Mo Yousen's heart was choked by a surge of bitterness as he saw this. The dam he had been holding up finally collapsed. As expected, he still couldn't bear to see Yan Yuheng like this.
Tears fell on Yan Yuheng's lips. He sniffed, "Why do you hate me? Can you please stop hating me?"
Yan Yuheng had no choice but to hug Mo Yousen and bury his head in his shoulder. "Please, please don't hate me, okay?"
Mo Yousen was heartbroken and hugged Yan Yuheng tightly, his hands climbing on his back. Yan Yuheng was stimulated by this and tightened his arms to hug Mo Yousen tightly, wanting to melt him into his bones and blood.
"Cough, cough cough. Let me go, it hurts." Mo Yousen patted Yan Yuheng's back wildly, asking him to let go of him.
Yan Yuheng ignored him and said, "Two seconds, hold me for two more seconds."
Mo Yousen counted silently for two seconds and pushed him away. Yan Yuheng stretched out his hand and used his slender fingers to help Mo Yousen tidy up the soft hair on his forehead.
"Why do you hate me?" The corners of Yan Yuheng's eyes were red and had traces of tears.
Mo Yousen felt embarrassed. He lowered his head and glanced at Yan Yuheng, muttering, "You said that you would always find me and never abandon me. You said that you would never leave me and would always be with me..."
Yan Yuheng felt a dull pain in his heart when he heard his words, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Please give me a chance to make amends."
"good……"
For Mo Yousen, he would accept and face what had happened, always. Now that he was back with Yan Yuheng, it was better than being in prison or a mental hospital. His biggest livelihood issue would also be solved. As long as Yan Yuheng didn't know about his past, he didn't want anyone around him to look at him with sympathy.
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