In fact, when they were walking on the beach, Yan Sui was already restraining his strong urge to kiss Meng Ting. At the time, it was not impossible for them to kiss. Meng Ting was willing, but Yan Sui did not want their intimate moment to be witnessed by others, so he endured it.
At first, he thought that it would not take long for this desire to fade away, but no, he always remembered this feeling, and he even became more and more impatient so that he could not help himself when they returned to their room.
In the room, only a little light penetrated through the edge of the curtain. In the corner where they were at, it was completely dark. It was not enough for them to see who was who, but they could feel each other with their kisses, breaths, and touches. Their kiss was getting more and more intense and getting deeper and deeper.
Finally, Meng Ting had a taste of the red wine's flavor. When his tipsiness rushed straight into his head, he felt like he was intoxicated.
He held on to Yan Sui's neck, but he felt that all of his limbs gradually lost their strength. Obviously, he was very capable of fighting downstairs earlier. How come when he was kissed by Yan Sui, he lost all of his strength?
This question was somewhat abstruse for the dizzy Meng Ting.
When his hand was about to slip from Yan Sui's neck, Yan Sui slipped his hands into his clothes and suddenly put forth his strength to catch the boy.
The kiss lasted for an unprecedented length, and gradually changed from fierce to gentle. Yan Sui kissed every corner of Meng Ting's mouth and savored Meng Ting's taste. His lips parted from Meng Ting's, but he did not let the boy go.
Their limbs were sticking close to each other, and the thinness of their summer clothes completely allowed them to feel the heat of each other's body getting hotter.
Several buttons of Meng Ting's shirt had been pulled apart and the blazer that had been draped over his shoulders earlier had fallen to the floor. The palms of his hands were on Meng Ting's delicate skin. He could clearly hear the boy's rapid breathing and accelerated heartbeat. That boy had this kind of willingness to be close to him as well. How could he yield to part from these? How could he let go?
Yan Sui drew near him once again. He started kissing Meng Ting from his forehead, then brushed his lips all the way over the boy's lips, then to the corners of his mouth, his chin, his Adam's apple, his neck…
"Yan Sui…"
Meng Ting whispered his name. It was really Yan Sui's kiss that had burned up all of his strength, which all the more made him at his wits' end.
Yan Sui's forehead was oozing with sweat. He really endured going through hardships. However today, without doing anything, he blindly drank the wine that Gu Lang and the others gave him in gluttony. He stood up, carried Meng Ting in his arms, and walked over to the bed. "Don't be afraid."
Meng Ting embraced Yan Sui back, "I'm not afraid of you. It's just a little dark…"
He could not see Yan Sui and was somewhat not used to it.
Yan Sui did not know what to think of. He stopped walking at once, then he laid the boy down gently.
He turned the bedside lamp on. Half of Meng Ting's clothes was torn open and his cheeks were also slightly blushing out of shyness. However, he still looked at Yan Sui straight in the eye and earnestly stressed this line out at once: "I'm not afraid of you. I like you."
Those pair of eyes were very bright and clear. They were full of trust that he himself was not aware of—trust in Yan Sui.
Yan Sui slowly drew closer once again and Meng Ting himself moved up to face him. It was another overly melodious and moving kiss, which had challenged Yan Sui to hold his urge under control with difficulty for the second time around.
In summer, of course they did not wear too much clothing. If their blazers, shirts and pants were taken off, the only thing left would be sensual underwear.
Meng Ting swallowed his saliva nervously. His eyes blinked and blinked. He was hesitating whether he should close his eyes or not. In the end, he did not close them. He could not bear closing them. The passionate Yan Sui was very good-looking and was even more good-looking than before.
And Meng Ting wanted to see him, despite all of his shy thoughts.
When Meng Ting thought that Yan Sui would still help him release with his hand, Yan Sui's lips gradually went down and did not stop at this point.
"Yan…Sui…" Meng Ting called out the man's name and his voice carried along with it a slight weeping tone. He was really stimulated by his need to cry. He suddenly found out that he sounded very strange, so he bit his lips, but he still gave out some soft groans that were difficult to restrain.
After that, everything became too wild and giddy. For a moment, Meng Ting felt like he was floating amongst the clouds on top of a mountain and the next, he felt like he was sinking into the deep sea. Time was fast, yet also slow; but that feeling stayed profoundly in his mind and heart.
When Meng Ting finished coming, he became completely weak and limp. Yan Sui got up and went directly to the bathroom.
He taught a bunch of his childhood friends, but he almost could not take control of himself. When the cold water poured down on him, that sense of loss was still extremely strong. Between tolerance and intolerance, his lowest limit became more and more fragile.
However, Yan Sui was a man of a strong mind after all. No matter how fascinated he was with this sensual turmoil, he still managed having a string of rationality from the beginning until the end.
Yan Sui cleaned himself up and when he came out of the bathroom, Meng Ting was still stuck in the over-stimulated aftermath that was difficult shaking off. He wrapped himself up in a quilt with only his head that was popped out. When Yan Sui came back, Meng Ting quietly pulled the quilt up and only his pair of charming eyes, which were difficult to hide, were left exposed.
Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting but did not go to the bed. He opened their suitcase first, changed his own clothes, and then found clothes for Meng Ting, "Can you get up and get this?"
Meng Ting nodded and waited for the heat of his cheeks to dissipate a little, and by then, he pulled the quilt down a bit. After a while, he sat up and reached for the clothes that Yan Sui handed him. He looked down, then looked up once again. After that, he pecked Yan Sui's lips at lightning speed, grabbed the clothes, and ran away.
Yan Sui looked at the bathroom door that had been closed, and for a long time, he showed a light and gentle smile. He raised his hand and touched his lips that Meng Ting pecked. This was such a sweet burden that was impossible to refuse.
Meng Ting took a shower in the bathroom and did a mental reconstruction for a while. Once he was done, he opened the door. Inside the room, there was only one desk lamp that was turned on. Yan Sui did not play with his phone or switch on his laptop either. He was leaning on the pillow with his eyes closed, as if taking a nap, as if deep in his thoughts.
Meng Ting looked at him carefully and the feeling of having a rapid heartbeat appeared again. He wore his slippers, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed. He casually leaned toward Yan Sui, stuck the side of his face against Yan Sui's chest, and listened to those loud and powerful heartbeats which made him feel at ease. After that, he closed his eyes as well.
Yan Sui slowly opened his eyes. In his line of sight, it was Meng Ting's blown-dry furry hair. He reached out in an attempt to tidy up Meng Ting's hair, then the corners of his mouth curled up, "Not shy?"
Meng Ting, who had just fled in defeat, thought that he could take advantage of this time to close his eyes and quickly lie down to sleep.
"A little bit, but I want to hug with you, so it doesn't matter."
Even his shyness could not overcome his desire to hug Yan Sui. This was what Meng Ting exactly meant.
Yan Sui sat up with Meng Ting in his arms, then he reached out again and pulled Meng Ting to the inner part of the bed.
Yan Sui turned sideways and adjusted the bedside lamp to the darkest, then lied down and embraced Meng Ting.
Not long ago, both of them were too excited, so they did not feel very sleepy right now.
Outside this room, Gu Lang, Zhen Han and the others did not have the slightest intention to sleep. Yan Sui left them earlier with great difficulty. It turned out they were planning to party all night long. There were some faint noises that could be heard from outside the window. This feeling was definitely different from the peaceful environment at home, but they did not find it annoying at all.
"Since when have you been afraid of the dark?"
Yan Sui turned sideways, which made it easier for him to see the boy.
Meng Ting placed his hand on Yan Sui's chest and poked the buttons on his pajama with his forefinger again and again. After pondering over it for a while, he answered the question, "It's not like I'm afraid of the dark. I can be alone in a very dark place and wait a long time. I just wanted to see you now. It's too dark. I can't see you."
Yan Sui looked into Meng Ting's eyes and pursed his lips, then he asked again, "What kind of dark place are you referring to?"
This was the simplest question for Meng Ting. He did not particularly need to think deeply about it, so he answered at once, "If I did something wrong or fight with someone before, I'd be placed in a confinement in a room. It was very dark there." He thought about it once again, then added, "Grandma's house was very dark as well. I stayed in a very dark room for a long before, too."
Perhaps, this darkness did not only pertain to the literal meaning of darkness, but also to the feeling it represented.
The psychiatrist told Yan Sui that if a person gets wounded psychologically for an extended period of time, it was possible for them to automatically create a certain kind of defense mechanism. Meng Ting's depression and sluggishness was not only congenital, but it was also acquired by environmental circumstances.
Undoubtedly, he was a very good and very rare child. He had lived his life in darkness but had always been yearning to head toward the sunlight. This was the most plausible reason why Meng Ting had such a disposition nowadays. Nevertheless, staying in darkness and still yearning to head toward the sunlight was not easy to do and it could even make people think that Meng Ting deserved being praised.
Yan Sui leaned down again. His lips fell on to the space in between Meng Ting's eyebrows and stayed in this position for a long time, as if this could give him a deeper understanding of Meng Ting's state of mind.
"Yan Sui…what's wrong?"
Puzzled, Meng Ting whispered this question. He somewhat felt that Yan Sui was a bit sad all of a sudden, but why was he sad? They did not talk about anything sad. When he was very young, he was forced to get used to a dark environment. Sometimes, he even felt that this was a safe place.
"Do you hate them?" Yan Sui did not respond to Meng Ting's question; instead, he asked another question. From an onlooker's perspective, he could not help but feel that the Mengs and Meng Ting's grandmother were vile and detestable. What Meng Ting thinks about their conduct—that should be quite easy to guess, but he thought it was still necessary to ask this question.
"I don't know."
Meng Ting had always been straightforward about his feelings. He likes what he likes and hates what he hates. It was quite rare for him not knowing what he felt. Since Yan Sui asked him this question, he really did not know and was uncertain about it.
"I'm very slow-witted and can only focus on one thing. If I focus on hating them, I won't be able to do other things." Meng Ting whispered, but he did not know how he could make Yan Sui understand what he meant. "I think if I have the time, I should learn how to like people and how to like you."
Meng Ting really thought that to like a person and to treat that person well, he needed to learn. Moreover, he did not want his good intentions to become a nuisance for the person he likes, so he must focus on learning.
"Do you think I'm right?"
The emotions in Yan Sui's eyes remained unchanged, but he slid his lips from the space in between Meng Ting's eyebrows to his lips, then looked at Meng Ting, who had hesitation in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Yes, you're right."
After hearing this, Meng Ting squinted his eyes, he stuck the tip of his tongue out, then he licked Yan Sui's lips, and pecked it once again. After that, he reached out and held on to Yan Sui's neck. He whispered, "Goodness, why do I like you so much?"
Not only did Yan Sui have a gentle smile on his face, even his eyes were also squinting. He thought that it should be him who was supposed to say these words, but Meng Ting was always one step ahead of him.
"Be good. Good night."
"I'm good."
Meng Ting said as he slightly let go of Yan Sui, but his hands were still on Yan Sui. His possessiveness was very strong. He leaned and kissed Yan Sui's cheek and said, "Good night."
After Meng Ting fell asleep, Yan Sui looked down at him for a while. Yan Sui also closed his eyes, but his face was no longer so serious. Meng Ting was stronger than he thought, and he was much more energetic. Perhaps, the process of recovering from the shadows of his past might be a little difficult, but the result would be good.
The group outside the room made a noise until just before dawn and went to sleep at three or four in the morning. At about five o'clock, Meng Ting and Yan Sui got up and went to the beach to run. The whole villa was very quiet when they returned from running. After breakfast was almost over, there were a few of them who got up with haggard faces.
"Good morning."
"Morning," Yan Sui answered as he pointed at the hot steaming tea at the other end of the table, "Hangover tea. Everyone, drink a cup before leaving."
"Oh, thank you, Boss. Thank you, Sister-in-Law."
Xiao Ming laughed and took a gulp of tea, then his face wrinkled beyond recognition.
This hangover tea was brewed from the best liquorice. When Yan Sui and Meng Ting went running, they simmered the tea on small fire. It had been at least two hours since then. Even if it was not bitter at first, it would be bitter by now. Once they drunk a cup of this tea, every sleepy person would be awaken by the bitterness.
When Shi He and Feng Qing saw Xiao Ming like that, they preferred not to drink it. However, Yan Sui was not the only one who was watching over them. Even Meng Ting, whose strength was fierce and surprising, was also watching over them. They could only calmly face death. They were trembling, yet hesitating to drink it happily.
"It's good for your body, but a little bit bitter."
Meng Ting saw that they had finished drinking. Those expressions that they had were weirder with one another. He glanced at Yan Sui and proudly said, "Yan Sui drank it, too. I tasted a mouthful as well."
Yan Sui and Meng Ting did not look that ugly when they drunk the licorice tea.
Of course, when they drank it, the liquorice tea might had not been as bitter as now.
Meng Ting poked Yan Sui. There was a bit more eagerness in his eyes, "Can I take pictures of them?"
Yan Sui glanced at their expressions. They were still unable to break away from the bitterness. After that, he nodded, "Go on."
Meng Ting did not get near them to take the pictures. He just took it when their expressions changed. With a light click, their dark history was preserved in his phone.
Meng Ting and Yan Sui did not talk in whispers at all, so Shi He and the others heard it. When they came over to take a look, everyone cried when they looked at their own ugly face. When they looked at other people's faces, they laughed as they cried.
"Oh my goodness, Sister-in-Law, except for my picture, please make sure to send the rest to me."
When bored, he could amuse himself for quite a while by looking at these pictures. He absolutely must not let this slip away.
After that, Shi He took the initiative. Under Yan Sui's gaze, he took out his phone and added Meng Ting as his friend.
"Xiao Ming and I asked for a week vacation. We'll leave after your wedding's over."
Meng Ting looked at his list of friends with a few more that was added. This felt quite unusual for him. Hearing Shi He's voice, he and Yan Sui looked at the person at the same time. Yan Sui did not say anything. After Meng Ting mulled over it, he earnestly said, "Thank you for coming back. Yan Sui and I are very happy."
These words did not need Yan Sui's confirmation at all. He was sure of it. Although Yan Sui's expression did not change much, he could feel that Yan Sui had a very good relationship with them. It was important to know that beating up people was also exhausting. If their relationship was not good, Yan Sui would definitely not waste his effort on them.
"Ah, we just did what we're supposed to do."
After hearing Meng Ting's words, the tall and strong Shi He suddenly blushed and even became awkward. Yan Sui swept a glance at him. Shi He immediately bared his teeth and sneered, then he retreated weakly. Their sister-in-law was quite adorable, but absolutely untouchable.
Before leaving, he also repeatedly reminded Meng Ting that he must send the pictures to him.
As the host, Yan Sui and Meng Ting naturally could not just pack up and leave by themselves. After they finished their meal, they walked around outside for a while and came back to the living room. Yan Sui took his laptop and dealt with his business, while Meng Ting lied down on his lap and played with his phone. From time to time, when there was someone who would wake up, Meng Ting conscientiously gives them tea to drink. After that, he took a picture of their ugly faces as a memento.
As the price of their desire to get the other's ugly pictures, they also could not delete their own picture. Because of this, their strong desire to delete their pictures disappeared. Of course, there was someone who Meng Ting did not take a photo of—that was Rong Nan.
"Sorry, I didn't notice you."
Against reason, how could he not see such a big man like him? On top of that, Meng Ting really could not lie. In a glance, Rong Nan fathomed that Meng Ting did not want to take a picture of him, but he could not say anything about this as well. Although Yan Sui did not pay attention to what had happened, Yan Sui still sat closely to Meng Ting.
On the other hand, when Meng Ting sat up, he directly placed his feet on Yan Sui's lap. He also did this when he took pictures of them. He was simply declaring his sovereign rights over Yan Sui openly.
Yan Sui focused on his laptop. Sometimes, when Meng Ting's foot would slip down carelessly, he would conscientiously grasp his foot and place it back on his lap. The intimacy between these two had clearly exceeded the boundaries of an ordinary unmarried couple, and they had already entered the stage of old married couples.
Zhen Han puckered his lips up making a smile, while Rong Nan awkwardly could not manage to move close to them.
There were still some matters left to do. A few, who did not have enough sleep, continued sleeping. Those who woke up did not want to go, so they went for a walk by the seashore until they finished their lunch. Zhen Han and Gu Lang took the initiative to go to the ones who were still lazing around in bed and poured a cup of tea for each, then woke them up with the bitterness.
"I won't go back with you guys. I'll sit in Gu Lang's car."
Zhen Han chose not not to face another oppression from them. After he finished speaking, he got into Gu Lang's car by himself.
Yan Sui led Meng Ting into the car. They were the last ones to leave in the group. Meng Ting could not help but look back, then he turned around and adjusted his siting position to lean on Yan Sui's shoulder.
"Did you have fun?" Yan Sui tilted his head as his chin touched Meng Ting's hair, then asked this question.
As expected, Meng Ting nodded, "The barbecue was fun. Fighting was fun. Hmm…taking pictures was fun, too." Meng Ting said as he slightly raised his chin and slightly pouted his lips to kiss Yan Sui's chin, "The most fun thing was being together with you."
Meng Ting's smile was extremely nice to see. Yan Sui glanced back and he thought that this party, in comparison to the party in the past, this one felt more special and fun. It may not entirely be because of Meng Ting, but most of fun part was definitely because of Meng Ting.
The car window was slightly rolled down and the sea breeze blew in. As he looked at the scenery outside the window, Meng Ting's eyelids became a little heavy once again. Not long after, he was pulled into Yan Sui's lap and he slept all the way back to the Yans' residence.
Ever since, he had never slept this well before. With these few days with Yan Sui by his side, he wanted to make up for all the sleep that he lacked before.
"Woof! Woof!"
Meng Ting opened his eyes. Without needing Yan Sui to wake him up, he woke up right away, "It's Rhubarb. He knows we're back."
When the car door was opened, a yellow native dog leapt up. Meng Ting stretched out his arms to hug it.
"Woof, woof."
"Yan Sui and I didn't abandon you. I miss you, too."
A person and his pet loved each other very much. Anyone would have thought that Meng Ting raised it since it was little, when in truth, Rhubarb only arrived at the Yans' residence four or five days ago.
However, Yan Sui was not surprised. It had not been long since he and Meng Ting knew each other as well, yet their emotional bond had already surpassed those who had known each other for decades.
When they returned to the living room, Furball also came running from the corner, then jumped around Meng Ting's feet. Meng Ting immediately sat down on the rug in the living room and both Furball and Rhubarb were in his embrace.
Meng Ting held them for a little while, then looked up for Yan Sui. Yan Sui did not leave. He sat on the couch and took out his laptop. He worked everywhere now.
Meng Ting took along Furball and Rhubarb and moved by Yan Sui's feet, then he comfortably sat down.
Furball and Rhubarb felt safe in Meng Ting's bosom, while Meng Ting felt safe near Yan Sui. Yan Sui looked at them in a good mood, and his efficiency in handling his business matters has also improved.
They did not need to think hard for topics to talk about. With merely staying quiet like this, and everyone doing their own thing, actually felt really warm.
Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao looked at each other and quietly walked out of the living room. They looked really glad. People who did not know would not understand how rare this kind of warmth was in the Yans' residence.
However, it was not long before Uncle Xiao came back again.
"The Eldest Miss has arrived."
The one who Uncle Xiao called 'the Eldest Miss' was Yan Sui's aunt, his father's little sister, and Zhen Han's mother, Yan Manjia.
"Ask her to come in."
Yan Sui said as he folded his laptop and put it aside, then he reached out and pulled Meng Ting, who was sitting on the carpet. He fixed Meng Ting's clothes and let him sit by his side.
Furball still stayed in Meng Ting's arms while Rhubarb lay by their feet.
Five minutes later, a beautiful and sexy woman in high-heels walked in, step by step, with her chin slightly raised and innate arrogance. She showed no psychological burden as he entered this place once again.
"Sui Sui, Aunty misses you like crazy."
She said as she was moving closer to kiss Yan Sui. Before Yan Sui responded, Meng Ting stretched his hand out and blocked Yan Sui's face.
"He's mine. You can't kiss him."
Only after Meng Ting said these words did Yan Manjia seem to have noticed him.
She was not annoyed, but a happy smile emerged on her face, "Oh, so this is my adorable nephew's wife! Come, give Aunty a kiss."
This was the first time Meng Ting met such a warm-hearted woman, but he still honestly refused her.
"I can't kiss you, too. My kiss is only for Yan Sui."
At first, she wanted to kiss her relatives, merely because she was used to meeting etiquette abroad. However, being talked to by Meng Ting about kissing like this, she really wanted to kiss him. Oh my, Meng Ting was cuter and more beautiful than she had expected.