As soon as the door of the room was closed, Meng Ting could not walk in any further. Yan Sui directly pressed him against the door. Yan Sui’s hand touched Meng Ting’s cheek, and the pad of his thumb unconsciously rubbed Meng Ting’s lips. His eyes were cold and had some aggression that couldn’t be ignored.
Meng Ting raised his eyes and looked at Yan Sui. With his sensitivity to danger, he naturally felt that something was wrong with Yan Sui, but he was still confused. He felt that Yan Sui would not hurt him, but when his feelings conflicted with the convictions in his mind, he was naturally confused.
“What are we going to do here?” Meng Ting asked suspiciously as his hand rested against Yan Sui’s chest.
Yan Sui still didn’t reply. He responded to Meng Ting’s question with actions. He slowly lowered his head and bit Meng Ting’s lips, his other hand also wrapped around his waist. When Meng Ting was stunned, he drove in and then seductively caught his tongue in a dance.
Meng Ting’s eyelashes involuntarily trembled. After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes, trying hard to ignore the dangerous aura that Yan Sui unconsciously exuded, and indulged in this passionate and intoxicating kiss.
Meng Ting was very true to the sensation of his body. His arms wrapped around Yan Sui’s neck unconsciously, and his chin was slightly raised, which made it less hard for the two of them to kiss. The kiss was deeper than ever before, all his senses were plundered, and he felt numb from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
“Huh…huh…”
After a long time, Meng Ting’s eyes opened slightly, with a slight redness in his eyes, he had already been kissed to the point of being moved.
He leaned against Yan Sui, gently rubbing his body. He lived to the age of twenty-eight in his previous life, so he was no stranger to this kind of reaction. It’s just that he doesn’t have much interest in this matter. Even if he relieves himself, it only happens once in a long time. He knew even less about how two men should do it.
“How to…how to do it?”
He asked Yan Sui. He thought, he didn’t understand, but Yan Sui must understand.
Yan Sui reached out and wrapped the person in his arms. After hesitating for a while, he bent down to pick the person up and walked to the bed, while Meng Ting was also obediently being held.
Of course, Yan Sui would not eat the person up completely at this time. Especially when Meng Ting’s reaction was so naive and ignorant. Furthermore, he was also not prepared at all. If Meng Ting was injured and bedridden because of something like this, then he would really be a bastard.
In the end, Yan Sui helped Meng Ting solve the problem with his hands, and he went to the bathroom and took a thorough cold shower.
Meng Ting’s kiss on the cheek in the courtyard just now was just a fuse. It should have started earlier. Yesterday, when he took Meng Ting out, it made him understand a fact—those things about Meng Ting that attracted him could also attract others. If someone else had discovered Meng Ting’s good qualities earlier, then he wouldn’t have much to do with Meng Ting. This was a fact, a fact that made him slightly irritated.
The gazes from those people, then that pat on the head by Zhen Han, and the call from Meng Qi just now… this only accumulated his loss of control. No, loss of control is too vague. To be more precise, he was feeling jealous.
Starting from his actions in Moments last night, to now when he asked for a kiss and then personally helped Meng Ting to relieve himself. He was trying to put a mark on Meng Ting, something that solely belonged to him.
He was not such a person. Before meeting Meng Ting, he was definitely not such a person.
After a cold shower, Yan Sui analyzed himself from beginning to end. In the end, he still reflected that he was in too much of a hurry.
He wiped his hair and came out of the bathroom. Meng Ting was still lying on the bed. He had put the clothes on for him just now, but Meng Ting’s cheeks were red, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had been bullied. Yan Sui’s Adam’s apple rolled again, and he felt that it was necessary for him to go back and take a cold shower again.
Meng Ting hugged the pillow and swept his gaze at Yan Sui, then immediately looked away. Then his cheeks turned a little redder He had never felt that this kind of thing was something to be passionate about or something he wanted to do before. But Yan Sui’s kiss and his hands stirred up his two lifetimes’ worth of shame.
He rolled away, pulling the quilt over him and wrapping himself in it.
Not long after, the corner of the bed sank. He was caught in someone’s arms again with a familiar smell and a familiar posture.
“Meng Ting…” Yan Sui hugged the person and sighed softly, his tone more remorseful.
“It was my fault just now. I was the bastard. Are you… angry?”
“No,” upon hearing this, Meng Ting immediately pulled off the corner of the quilt, glanced at Yan Sui, and then stretched out his hands to hug Yan Sui’s neck. Yan Sui smoothly rolled over and Meng Ting lay on top of him.
“You’re not bad, and I’m not angry either,” his cheeks were still very hot. He rubbed against Yan Sui’s neck, which had only just been rinsed by the cold water, and continued, “I…I’m shy.”
“You help me, I’m too excited…I, I even got it on your…hand.” Meng Ting continued to stutter, the heat on his cheeks became a little higher. His long legs swung over and he directly straddled over and sat on Yan Sui, and then continued to hug the person with his face red with embarrassment.
“I think I like it.”
Yan Sui reflected once again. It should be said that he had little self-control when it came to Meng Ting. The only bottom line was that he and Meng Ting couldn’t go all the way for the time being, at least until after his birthday next year. Originally, he didn’t think it would be difficult, but it had only been a short while and he already found it a little difficult.
He patted the person and exerted a little force to hold the person. They stayed silent for a long time. Meng Ting needed some time to overcome his shyness, and he also needed some time to suppress the heat in his heart.
Meng Ting’s shyness lasted until they went downstairs to finish their meal and it hadn’t dissipated yet. He was still clinging to Yan Sui, still couldn’t help but raise his eyes to glance at the person, but as soon as Yan Sui’s gaze met his, his cheeks immediately turned red.
“You go to the study room. I’ll watch TV in the living room with Maoqiu and Dahuang.”
Meng Ting reluctantly glanced at Yan Sui before picking up Maoqiu on the sofa.
Yan Sui rubbed Meng Ting’s hair. After a moment of hesitation, he still walked upstairs. He had just taken two steps when Meng Ting’s voice reached him again, but he wasn’t talking to him.
“Hello.”
Apart from his phone number, the only ones on Meng Ting’s cell phone seemed to be Meng Qi and Zhen Han’s number. The one who would call now would most likely be Meng Qi.
“What are you doing? You didn’t answer so many calls!”
When Meng Ting hung up the phone, Meng Qi was really angry. After he regained his breath, he made two calls in succession, but no one answered. Then dinner was served in the old house. After dinner, he went back to the room and immediately made a call.
“I won’t tell you.” Meng Ting replied. The heat that had finally subsided climbed back to his cheeks.
The mobile phone was always in his pocket, and he naturally knew that when it vibrated, it meant that someone had called him. But at that time, he and Yan Sui were in the middle of their excitement, so he couldn’t care less.
What’s more, he really didn’t think that Meng Qi, who had been calling him all the time, would have anything important to say.
“You…” Meng Qi found that Meng Ting’s ability to annoy people through the phone gradually grew more and more. It had been a long time since he had been so worked up over a few phone calls.
“I…” Before Meng Qi could say anything to Meng Ting, Meng Ting’s hand, which was holding the mobile phone, was covered, and then his mobile phone was taken away by Yan Sui.
“Why are you looking for Meng Ting?”
“I don’t know what he wants from me,” Meng Ting replied to Yan Sui before Meng Qi could say anything. As he spoke, he reached out and hooked Yan Sui’s arm. He pulled him to the sofa in the living room and sat down together, and then rested his chin on Yan Sui’s shoulder, listening to what else Meng Qi had to say.
After another few moments of silence, Meng Qi spoke again, but his tone was no longer as irritable as before.
“Tomorrow night is the third aunt’s birthday, that is, Little Seventh’s nominal mother’s birthday. I just called to remind him.”
However, after two phone calls that didn’t even get to the point, he had been so angry with Meng Ting that he was half-dead, and now he was also startled by Yan Sui’s cold tone.
“The third aunt, that person…anyway, you’d better go together if you have time.”
Although Meng Ting was considered part of the main house, he was still Meng Yide’s child after all. Han Xuejun was also his nominal mother. He couldn’t be absent from this birthday banquet. Up until now, that side still hasn’t given any news to Meng Ting. Only those who knew it understand that they didn’t tell Meng Ting. However, those who didn’t know it might think that Meng Ting was being unfilial because he was relying on Yan Sui.
Meng Ting has not yet gained a foothold in Haicheng’s wealthy circles. If such a reputation spreads out, piling errors on top of errors for such a long time, it will definitely be a nuisance to him.
Moreover, Han Xuejun, this person…even he couldn’t see through her. He made this call simply because he was afraid that Meng Ting would suffer a loss if he faced her. He definitely had good intentions, but it was a pity that Meng Ting didn’t know what was good and what was bad. He choked him half to death after just a few words. Thinking about it now, he was still very irritated.
“I’ll go along, thanks.”
Yan Sui’s tone remained unchanged, but at least he didn’t misunderstand Meng Qi.
After Yan Sui said this, Meng Qi couldn’t find any topic to continue the conversation. The main reason is that he wants to talk to Meng Ting himself more than Yan Sui, who is obviously better than him in every aspect.
Just as he was considering the wording and planning to hang up the phone, he heard Meng Ting’s voice.
“Meng Qi, thank you.”
Meng Ting was listening from the side. Adding together what he knew from his previous life, it was enough for him to understand the meaning of Meng Qi’s words.
When Meng Qi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of ‘beep beep beep’ came again. Another mouthful of words was choked in his neck again. But this time, he didn’t have any excuses to call Meng Ting again.
Undoubtedly, it was Yan Sui who hung up the phone. He was still a little bit bothered when Meng Ting spoke to people other than him in such a soft tone.
After Yan Sui hung up the phone, Meng Ying shifted his head slightly again. The hand holding Maoqiu moved away and grabbed Yan Sui’s hand. Even though he hadn’t yet arrived at the banquet tomorrow night, his mood had already started to become a bit low.
Yan Sui lowered his eyes and glanced at Meng Ting. His hand moved to his lower back, and with gentle support, he embraced Meng Ting into his arms, along with Maoqiu who was on his lap, “Meng Ting, tell me, what’s wrong?”
Yan Sui’s warm and solid embrace and his low and gentle tone made the complicated emotions in Meng Ting’s heart dissipate a little. He continued to lean on the person. And after a long time, he finally spoke.
“They might be considered my family, but I don’t feel like they are. I think I don’t have a family.”
He was abandoned by his biological mother three days after he was born. He grew up at the orphanage until he was seven before his grandmother took him back. However, he still didn’t have a good life. Three years in high school, four years in university, and five years in the base research institute… he always felt distant from these so-called ‘family members’.
Meng Ting’s tone was not sad; he had accepted this fact a long time ago.
“I can feel that they don’t like me and don’t want me, so why do they keep bothering me?” Do they still want to control his life?
They were never there when he really needed them, but whenever he seemed to be carving out a little space for himself, they were always there to hold him back.
“I…I’m so useless.”
He has become a waste and already married off. But the Meng family seems to have no intention of letting him go.
“Yan Sui,” Meng Ting called out, his eyes looked away. Yan Sui’s expression remained unchanged, but Meng Ting’s tone became mournful, “What if I get you into trouble?”
If it was just him, at most it would be the same ending as in his previous life. But now he was also involved with Yan Sui, who treated him so well. What should he do if he brings trouble to him? What should he do if he disrupts his life?
He was too selfish. Just thinking of his own escape without realizing that he was a trouble. Trouble that will bring trouble to others.
In just a few simple words from Meng Ting, there was too much information for Yan Sui to process at once. He hadn’t even had time to sort it out as he had more important things to say and do urgently.
“No, you won’t bring me trouble.”
Yan Sui said firmly and placed another gentle kiss on Meng Ting’s eyebrows.
“You have to believe me.”
Believe in him and in his Yan family; they were strong enough. He couldn’t guarantee anything else, but he could definitely protect Meng Ting.
List of Idiom in Chapter 024.2
大動肝火 (dà dòng gān huǒ): fly into a rage; to be furious; go into one’s tantrums; be violently angry.以訛傳訛 (yǐ é chuán é): to incorrectly relay an erroneous message (so that it becomes increasingly distorted); to spread falsehoods; to increasingly distort the truth; to pile errors on top of errors (idiom); erroneously pass on a rumour; spread/propagate a wrong theory and make it worse; spread incorrectly what is already incorrect—compound errors; to falsely spread words that are originally incorrect, and the more they are spread, the more wrong they become; (games) telephone; Chinese whispers.
不識好歹 (bù shí hǎo dǎi): unable to tell good from bad (idiom); undiscriminating; cannot tell good from bad; not know chalk from cheese; mistake good for bad; one cannot distinguish between good and bad; Synonym of 不知好歹 (bù zhī hǎo dǎi), unable to differentiate good from bad (idiom); not to know what’s good for one; unable to recognize others’ good intentions; cannot tell good from bad; to mistake good for bad; to be unable to see others’ good intentions; not know chalk from cheese; not know kindness from malice.
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