When Meng Ting and Nanny Wang were talking, he saw Zhen Han from the corners of his eyes. He paused, then turned to look at Zhen Han. When Zhen Han thought that he was going to say something, Meng Ting turned his head back leisurely, then stuffed a strawberry in his mouth, and chewed it continuously with both of his cheeks bulging.
"Sister-in-Law, do you hate me?" Zhen Han understood that he was really annoying in some respects. However, so far, he was sure that he had not exposed these traits of his to Meng Ting yet, and Meng Ting was, in a way, a slow-witted person.
When Meng Ting heard him ask this, he was somewhat surprised, so he looked back at Zhen Han; nevertheless, he shook his head.
Zhen Han smiled, walked over, and sat on the sofa next to the wall. He slightly raised his chin and said with certainty, "In that case, Sister-in-Law, you like me." He was gentle mannered and adorable, really deceiving!
He felt proud all of a sudden, but he saw Meng Ting shake his head once again. He neither likes nor hates me, what does that mean?
"You're Yan Sui's cousin. I don't hate you, but I don't like the bad things you say about Yan Sui."
When Meng Ting let the cat out of the bag, the living room suddenly became quiet. Nanny Wang bowed her head and secretly reprimanded Zhen Han. She saw the remote control on the table and immediately turned the TV on. The sounds coming from a drama series reverberated within the living room, making the awkward frosty atmosphere seem better.
However, Nanny Wang still looked at Zhen Han with disagreement. How could he speak ill about Yan Sui behind his back, let alone, Meng Ting did not like it. Even she and Uncle Xiao did not like it either.
"Ha ha," Zhen Han touched his nose. He laughed possibly out of joy or anger, whatever the reason was, it was difficult to distinguish. When he looked at them again, Meng Ting and Nanny Wang were already immersed in watching the TV.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…ngh."
"Ahem, ahem…" Zhen Han swept a glance at the TV and gently coughed. What perfect timing. It was the scene where the main couple was kissing. He glanced at Meng Ting once again and found that he did not look embarrassed, but there was a little bewilderment in his eyes. When the storyline progressed, he became completely at a loss…
Zhen Han suddenly felt that Yan Sui was a little inhumane. This Meng Ting clearly did not understand anything. Just looking at the beginning, he could already guess the story flow and the melodramatic ending of this young campus idol drama; however, Meng Ting was unable to make sense of what he was watching — he was puzzled over a kiss…
So, these two seem very intimate, but in fact, they're still at the stage where they're just holding hands and embracing each other? This Yan Sui's too useless!
While Zhen Han was watching TV, all kinds of thoughts ran around in his mind. Meng Ting, who was seated on the sofa beside him, was really watching TV. Despite being puzzled over a kiss, he was also confused about the plot of the TV series, to the point that when Yan Sui came down the stairs, the three, who were too focused on the TV, did not realize it.
Nanny Wang was the first to notice Yan Sui, and need not reminding, she got up and offered her seat.
Yan Sui sat down and wound his hand around Meng Ting's waist. While Meng Ting's eyes were fixed on the TV, he leaned his body consciously on Yan Sui's. When the scene in the TV changed, Meng Ting also looked away from it. He looked at Yan Sui and said, "You came down. Are you tired? Thirsty?"
"I'm not tired or thirsty," Yan Sui said as he started to tighten his hold a little. Meng Ting was nearly squeezed in his embrace.
Meng Ting was a normal seventeen-year-old boy. His skeletal frame was naturally not too small. However, Yang Sui felt that Meng Ting's position in his arms was particularly suitable for him. As Meng Ting had said, they were very suitable for each other and matched in various senses.
Seeing that Meng Ting was still looking at him, Yan Sui asked, "Is it interesting?"
Meng Ting hesitated for a moment, and only then was he able to nod, "Not bad, even if it's strange in some respects. They said they hated each other, but they still kissed. Isn't it that only those who like each other could kiss?"
Meng Ting also knew that his belief was not necessarily right for the world, but he still said stubbornly, "In any case, I don't kiss people I dislike. I like to kiss you, Furball and Rhubarb."
Zhen Han and Nanny Wang's minds grew weak and numb when they heard this, let alone Yan Sui, who was facing Meng Ting squarely.
Although Meng Ting used these 'intimate words' subtlety to make Yan Sui stand side by side with Furball and Rhubarb, he was referring more to Yan Sui.
He reached out and ruffled Meng Ting's hair, then he also rubbed Meng Ting's cheek, "You're right."
Meng Ting was slightly taken aback when he heard this. He nodded happily and even came closer to say, "Yan Sui, you also think my opinion is right."
It felt nice to be acknowledged by Yan Sui. If no one else was around, he would have kissed Yan Sui. He thought about it and gently pursed his lips. Yan Sui also gazed at his lips.
"Ahem…"
"Ahem," Nanny Wang and Zhen Han both coughed to make their presence known, but they stood up in the end.
"I'll go back upstairs to the bathroom."
"I'll look after Furball and Rhubarb."
Before their wattage was completely depleted, the two finally found an excuse to leave that sticky living room which did not need a servant to stay for them.
Meng Ting looked back and saw that their retreating backs were completely gone. He no longer had any scruples; he just wanted to hold Yan Sui's hand and straddle across the man's legs.
He firmly held on Yan Sui and straddled across the man's legs. When it comes to possessiveness, Meng Ting might have wanted to surpass Yan Sui a little in terms of his words and deeds.
Yan Sui's face was overflowing with helplessness as he smirked; nevertheless, he indulged in Meng Ting's overbearing posture.
Meng Ting stuck close to Yan Sui's cheek and rubbed against it, "When they were here a moment ago, I had to endure and work hard not to hug you. Now, I want to hug you a bit longer."
"Okay," Yan Sui responded. His gaze fell on Meng Ting's curved eyebrows. He came a bit closer, then pecked on the space between Meng Ting's eyebrows. Meng Ting's eyelashes quivered gently, but he did not close his eyes; instead, he took the initiative raising his face, then he smiled and said, "I had to bear with not kissing you as well, now I can finally kiss you…"
Before Meng Ting could even finish his statement, Yan Sui sealed his mouth with his own lips, and immediately disposed of Meng Ting's uncertainty with this sudden action of his.
Meng Ting did not put forth more strength when he straddled over Yan Sui's legs; instead, he sat directly on Yan Sui's lap. Compared to Yan Sui, he was actually a little shorter, so this posture just complemented their unequal height.
When their lips parted, the couple looked at each other. Yan Sui held Meng Ting's waist, and Meng Ting cupped Yan Sui's face firmly, then they kissed once again. When their lips and tongues collided, lightning stirred up fire on the ground [1]. This kind of numbness and stirring of the nerves swept their minds for a moment and their heartbeats accelerated, like two fawns, that jumped vivaciously and ran wildly when they were let loose.
([1] 天雷勾动地火 : 天雷 or lit. 'heavenly thunder' or 'lightning' metonymy male desires. 乾 or qian in the eight trigrams represents male principles and has the heavenly/firmamental [天 or tian] nature. Conversely, 地火 or lit. 'ground fire' refers to female desires. 坤 or kun in the eight trigrams represents female principles and has the ground [地 or di] nature. Therefore, continuous usage of this in love stories points out that nature has bestowed mankind with instincts geared toward irresistible desire/lust.)
At the end of their kiss, the two men pressed against each other's forehead. It took a long time before they could open their eyes slowly. They looked face to face afterwards and could not help but smile at each other.
Their shyness was a little less than when they were intimate in the past, and this kind of comfortable and warm feeling grew with each passing day. Such kiss became more and more addicting for Meng Ting, and also for Yan Sui.
Meng Ting embraced Yan Sui's neck and leaned on his shoulder. His peaceful sleeping look was more well-behaved than Furball's, making Yan Sui's tender heart be left in a complete mess.
He ruffled Meng Ting's hair, and found it hard keeping himself from smiling. Originally, Yan Sui thought that it was unlikely for him to like someone and it was even less likely for him to kiss someone in his living room.
However, things like human affairs were something difficult to foresee. Him liking a person — this matter was the most impossible thing to happen. Furthermore, what could possibly happen in the future? Even he, himself, was unable to determine the answer to this question, but one thing that he could confirm was that he had already began expecting unexpected occurrence like this.
Zhen Han going back upstairs was only an excuse. He sat in his room for a while and when he felt that it was almost time, he came down.
However, when he came down, he saw that those two were embracing each other inseparably. The blue veins on his forehead unconsciously throbbed. He was single and did not have a boyfriend to shown off, was it necessary for them to bully him like this? There're really no human rights!
"Ahem…" he coughed once again to make his presence known. Yan Sui turned to look at him and gave him a warning glare.
Zhen Han did not understand so he came closer. Yan Sui carried the boy in his arms and got up. He also toned down his voice.
"He fell asleep."
"Oh," After hearing him say this, Zhen Han immediately nodded. Not only his voice was a little softer, but his movements as well. He turned around, but then turned back to face Yan Sui once again and whispered, "Then…are we still going?"
It was already two o'clock, and if they were to leave now, they would arrive at the beach more or less at four o'clock. They could play in the water for a short while then watch the sun set. On top of that, drinking wine, chatting, singing, and dancing were the regular program for parties at the villa.
If they waited for Meng Ting to wake up, they would be late and they would not be able to watch the sun set by the time they arrive; therefore, it would be meaningless to choose the beach for the venue.
"Let's go," said Yan Sui. He took a step forward and walked out. At the door of the living room, they waited for a while. Uncle Xiao came over with a suitcase and was also carrying a long coat in his hand. He came closer and draped it carefully over Meng Ting's body, who was in Yan Sui's arms, then took two steps back.
Yan Sui turned around and walked ahead with the boy in his arms. Zhen Han and Uncle Xiao followed after them, two steps from behind.
Uncle Xiao handed over the suitcase to Zhao Bing, then Zhao Bing placed it in the trunk. Yan Sui sat in the back seat with Meng Ting's in his arms, then Zhen Han sat properly in the front passenger seat.
Uncle Xiao retreated two steps once again, then bowed slightly as his eyes followed the car go further away. After a long time, his face that was previously too serious, revealed a little smile.
Their patriarch really liked his wife very much, just as much as his two former masters liked theirs. This is good, so good.
The car made its way on the asphalt road to the seashore. Zhao Bing's outstanding driving skills came into play today. Even if he had to make a big turn, he tried his best to drive out of the perfectly straight lane. It was a good road for the car and there were no noises that were at sixes and sevens; thus, Meng Ting had a completely good sleep in Yan Sui's arms.
Contrariwise, Zhen Han felt a bit oppressed. In his Moments, he posted a row of 'hush' emoticons, and along with it was his grievance.
Originally, he thought that if he left with Yan Sui and Meng Ting, he could chatter freely for the whole journey. However, the only one who was willing to listen to his chatter was Meng Ting, and to his surprise, Meng Ting had fallen asleep in Yan Sui's arms, even before they set out for the journey.
Even without Yan Sui's warning, he did not dare to make a noise, so he just swiped and swiped on his Moments and looked helplessly at it, because he would eventually have to endure it.
Yan Sui looked at his watch. Meng Ting had been asleep for an hour and a half. He stretched his hand out and ruffled the furry head in his arms. He wanted to wake him up, but Meng Ting just rubbed against his hand, mumbled something, then continued to sleep like a log.
The space between his eyebrows were filled with peacefulness and Yan Sui's will to wake the boy up suddenly diminished.
The quality of Meng Ting's sleep had never been good, and at the moment, he slept well, which was rare, so Yan Sui just let him have his own way.
With this in mind, Yan Sui continued to hold the boy in his sleep, patted him from time to time, and once again, Meng Ting was completely fast asleep.
The car stopped in front of a three-story compound villa, which stood on a golden sand beach that was visible in front of the villa. From a distance, they could see a group of men, wearing Bermuda shorts, as they rushed over toward them. They were staying and chatting in the villa before they arrived. When they heard them arrive, they swarmed out as well.
Zhen Han was the first one to come out of the car, and several people greeted him right away.
"Master Han, why…"
However, Zhen Han's first action when he got off the car was precisely the same as the emoticons he had posted in his Moments. He put his index finger on his lips as a gesture to tone it down a little and he looked really serious, so the man, who was speaking to him, obviously lowered down his voice.
"…did you come out of Boss Yan's car?"
Zhao Bing got out of the car, walked to the backseat, then opened the door. Yan Sui got out of the car, then he carried Meng Ting in his arms out of the car.
Meng Ting's body was still draped with a long coat and more than half of his face was hidden, with one side of his face pressed against Yan Sui's chest. It would be a surprise if one could see what lies underneath this.
This was what they call a living interpretation 'Only after a thousand entreaties does she appear' and 'Her face half hidden behind the pipa in her arms [1].' At first, they were just curious about what Yan Sui's wife looked like. Now, they were sitting on the edge of their seats.
([1] These two lines were excerpts from the 'Song of the Pipa Player,' which was a long poem by the Tang poet, Bai Juyi [772-846].)
These group of men wanted to open their mouths to talk, but when Yan Sui swept his gaze on them, all of their throats solidified, which almost suffocated them to death.
They only knew that they could not speak, yet in the end, they did not know why they could not speak. They dared not to send meaningful glances directly to Yan Sui; instead, they confronted Zhen Han. However, even if their eyes were about to pop out, Zhen Han, himself, kept his lips pursed and shook his head, unwilling to reveal anything.
He felt oppressed during the entire journey, naturally, he also wanted to let them have a good feel of this sour feeling of being unable to speak when you wanted to speak.
"Yan Sui! You're the host, but you just arrived. The sun's about to set, and you haven't seen it!" Yan Sui and Zhen Han's meaningful glances could not reach and be seen by Gu Lang on the second floor. Gu Lang bent half of his body over and craned his neck. He was afraid that Yan Sui and the others could not hear him, so he roared that happily.
Meng Ting slept for two hours and now was actually about time for him to wake up, too. However, he felt at ease and muddled in Yan Sui's arms, so he wanted to stay in his arms a little bit longer.
And, with one roar from Gu Lang, his drowsiness seemed to have disappeared and his whole body felt somewhat stiff. He slowly opened his eyes and found that there was quite a lot of sullen and curious gazes.
His body stiffened once again. He was somewhat at loss. He looked up and saw the side profile of Yan Sui's face, and only then did he feel at ease again.
"Yan Sui, what's going on?" Meng Ting whispered.
"Nothing, are you still tired? If you're still sleepy, you can continue to sleep."
Yan Sui looked down. His serious and cold gaze for Gu Lang suddenly dispersed a bit, although nobody could see the difference at all.
Meng Ting continued to hold his hands tightly around Yan Sui's neck, then gently shook his head, "I'm not tired, where are we?" Actually, he wanted to ask why those people around them were staring at his Yan Sui.
"Western suburbs coast. We're finally here."
That was what Yan Sui said as he lifted his foot and continued walking into the villa. Even if Meng Ting woke up, that did not mean that he would put the boy down.
Meng Ting looked at those people, surprised, he was somewhat worried that Yan Sui would be snatched from him, so he used that opportunity to hold on to Yan Sui. He also did not ask Yan Sui to let him down and walk on his own.
The onlookers' expressions were also unanimously indescribable. The strange and unexpected turn of events happened.
This is Yan Sui? This crazy devil who's spoiling his wife is Yan Sui?
It was just a few days ago since Gu Lang organized the gathering, how could this bizarre thing happen?
Gu Lang realized that he made a mistake. He did not dare to crane his neck anymore to look over them from second floor. He sneaked down to the ground floor and took the key, then he personally led Yan Sui and Meng Ting to the room that he prepared for them.
"Don't mind them Little Sister-in-Law. All of the people outside are my and Yan Sui's friends. Take a rest for a moment first, then come out later. I… no, it's Boss Yan who will introduce them to you," Gu Lang said. He retreated three steps, went out of the room and conveniently closed the door.
After Meng Ting comprehended and digested the situation, he slightly loosened up his hands that were clasped tightly around Yan Sui's neck, and said, "Fortunately, it's okay now." He heaved a sigh of relief.
"What's okay?" Yan Sui observed Meng Ting's expression carefully and when he saw that Meng Ting did not look uncomfortable, only then did he place the boy down on the lone couch in the room, but he still kept the boy in his embrace, then he took his hand out.
"Fortunately, it's not the line of people who wants to marry you," said Meng Ting, then he came up and rubbed his cheek on Yan Sui's and added, "You're my man."
The light in Meng Ting's eyes were bright and clean. When he said these words, he cast a quick glance out of certainty.
Yan Sui raised his hand and ruffled Meng Ting's hair. His gaze was entirely gentle as he said, "Got it, I'm your man."
"Hmm." Meng Ting nodded. He moved up closer once again and kissed Yan Sui's cheek, and only after that did he completely release his strong clasp around the man's neck.
He got up and pushed the window open, "So this is the beach, it's so beautiful."
The sea was light blue and clean, the reefs were black, the sandy shore was golden, the sea breeze was warm and salty, and the sound of the sea waves crashing suddenly sounded from afar.
The saffron sunlight shone slantwise through the window and Meng Ting's whole person was enveloped by a tangerine light and shadow. His slightly curly hair was swaying with the wind and was a little softer than those sea waves.
Yan Sui looked spellbound. Meng Ting suddenly turned his head. His cheeks should be slightly reddish in the sunset, and his long eyelashes left a row of silhouettes. That cherry-colored lips that remained unchanged moved, then he said, "And Yan Sui, you're as beautiful as the sea."