All of Yan Sui's idle thoughts drifted away. His heart and blood could only be stirred by the one person right before his eyes. Meng Ting was right. It would be such a waste using this time to think about others. He should concentrate.
From Meng Ting's supple hair, Yan Sui's hand slid down to his nape. When Meng Ting's clothes were pulled apart, Yan Sui's kisses slid down and light traces followed, as if they were imprinted. They like each other's imprints.
Meng Ting's body was strikingly sensitive, awfully young and inexperienced. He did not conceal his own reactions. He whimpered and acted coquettishly like a kitten. When he called out Yan Sui's name, the man's heart began to itch.
"Yan Sui, Yan Sui…"
Meng Ting, himself, did not know what it clearly was that he wanted Yan Sui to do by calling out for his name. He merely wanted to call for him, one word at a time, as if he wanted to have this name be engraved in his soul. He thought that it must be because Yan Sui's name was too pleasant to hear, and so he did so.
"Hmn, I…"
Yan Sui responded to Meng Ting's calls. His eyes were slightly red; nevertheless, he was bearing with it. As a matter of fact, it was not the first time for them to be so intimate. He should not be so impatient. But akin to those past few nights, his self-control was once again facing a collapse on this particular night.
The muscles of Yan Sui's arms and chest were slightly stiff. He paused a little and tried to get his senses back. He did not want to do things which he would regret.
However, at this time, Meng Ting embraced him once again. He could sense that Yan Sui's patience was getting more and more arduous. He kissed Yan Sui on the lips. Not only was he shy, but he was also resolute when he spoke out his innermost feelings.
"Don't hold back. I like it, too."
Every time Yan Sui was not thoroughly enjoying himself, how could Meng Ting not be aware of it? He was happy with Yan Sui's thoughtfulness, but Meng Ting also wanted him to have his own way tonight. Just as Yan Sui did not want him to get hurt, he wanted to see Yan Sui be happy, so that he would be happy as well.
Having heard what he said, Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled up and down and a bit more sweat oozed out of his forehead. When his gaze met with Meng Ting's, the rationality which he originally brought back instantly collapsed.
The patience of foreplay still went on, and after determining that Meng Ting was ready, Yan Sui did not restrain himself anymore nor could he be restrained any longer.
The moans and light gasps interweaved, composing a melodious tune. Even the lamplight within the room became faint and lurid.
The two-meter-wide bed was messed up by the two and the battlefield, wherein they strived for a decisive victory, continued from the room to the bathroom. In short, it was a night of sleeplessness and ecstasy. After fighting lustily in one battle after another, the man, who had been firmly holding back, finally erupted. He was quite formidable.
Meng Ting spared no effort to cooperate, but his standpoint was different. He was so good physically, but he only ended up begging for mercy.
Although it was not as serious as when he fell unconscious in the past, he could not move at all after the tossing and turning. He was picked up by Yan Sui from the bathtub and carried back to the room. His cheeks and even his body were all flushed. He looked like he was in a trance, still trapped in the overly exciting aftertaste of what they did and could not get to free himself.
Yan Sui was rarely satisfied with only one round. This time, he was more considerate. He took Meng Ting to the sofa and then called the customer service. The attendant sent a clean quilt cover. Yan Sui did not ask them to come in. He did it himself and tidied the bed up. Once done, he came over and carefully carried Meng Ting back in his arms.
After that, he examined Meng Ting's body. This time, he became even more proficient in providing treatment than he had ever done several times before.
He laid down on the bed once again and gently embraced the boy. He could not restrain his inner joy and satisfaction; he kissed Meng Ting on his forehead.
When Meng Ting laid on the sofa earlier, he just kept his eyes closed to regain his strength. Now that they were on the bed, he moved a little and drew closer to Yan Sui. His eyelashes gently fluttered, but he still could not open his eyes. After some time, he whispered, "Good night."
"Good night." Yan Sui answered and rubbed his chin against Meng Ting's hair, then he also closed his eyes.
Both men had played crazily late into the night. Meng Ting realized that he had slept until nine o'clock. He was in a daze as he opened his eyes. Yan Sui's voice came through, "You have a fever, so we're not going out today. Let's have breakfast first. If you still feel sleepy, you can just go back to sleep. I'll stay with you."
When Yan Sui woke up at around eight o'clock, he discovered that Meng Ting had a low-grade fever. After making two phone calls, the attendant sent them some medications. Seeing that Meng Ting was in a deep sleep, he did not have the will to wake the boy up, so he just stayed with Meng Ting in bed.
Of course, those medications were for external use only since Meng Ting could not take in an oral antipyretic. Because of this, Yan Sui blamed himself.
Meng Ting closed his eyes, then he opened them completely after a little while. He reached out from the quilt, touched his cheeks and forehead first, then went on to find Yan Sui's hand. hand. After grabbing Yan Sui's hand, he spoke, "I'll be fine. It'll be alright after I take a good rest…"
There was a little hoarseness in his voice that could not be overlooked. The slower he spoke, the more that his face became red, not because of fever, but because he recalled a few overly intense scenes. His gaze met with Yan Sui's, then he blinked, and stretched his other hand out.
"I want to go to the bathroom."
Before he could even lift to open the quilt, Yan Sui acted first and picked Meng Ting up. When Yan Sui swept his eyes and saw some hickeys on the side of Meng Ting's neck, his eyes uncontrollably darkened a little. After Meng Ting emptied his bladder, Yan Sui went on washing his face and rinsing his mouth. There was completely no room for Meng Ting to do it all by himself since Yan Sui helped him with all of these.
Yan Sui kissed Meng Ting on his blushing cheek, then he brought the boy back to the only sofa in the room.
"You can't take meds, but the doctor still needs to examine you, and only then will I feel relieved. I'll invite him in."
A private doctor had waited for half an hour in the living room outside the room. Yan Sui was afraid of Meng Ting's rejection. Of course, he wanted to tell Meng Ting first before he would invite the doctor to come in.
Meng Ting nodded, then he held the glass, and continued to drink the water. He overused his voice last night and now, he had not recovered yet. The voice he produced was so strange and it could make people's imagination run wild very easily.
A foreign doctor came in. He measured Meng Ting's temperature first, then he placed his stethoscope on Meng Ting's chest and listened to it several times. After that, he made him open his mouth widely. After examining Meng Ting carefully, he began to talk with Yan Sui using F Country's language.
Overall, he said that there was nothing wrong with Meng Ting's body. If he takes the medicine, he would get better soon. However, if he could not take the medicine, he should take enough rest for the next two days to get better.
While he was explaining this, he unconsciously swept his gaze to Meng Ting. He pulled Meng Ting's collar open and those marks were exposed. He was nearsighted to the greatest extent, but he must have seen these as well. He did not have to think about it. He already knew how fierce the battle was between the two men last night. Immediately after that, he was blocked by Yan Sui.
"Cough, cough," He coughed twice and explained some precautions. Ultimately, he was reminded by Yan Sui to pay attention to his sense of propriety and only then did he leave.
Meng Ting looked up and turned to Yan Sui, then he naturally stretched his hands out. After that, he was hugged by Yan Sui.
In fact, he did not have to be hugged to this point, but he felt that Yan Sui wanted to hug him. He was truly a bit unwell. Both were willing to, so there was nothing to worry about.
After he finished feeding Meng Ting the plain rice congee and giving him a drink, Yan Sui carried him back to the bed in their room.
Yan Sui ruffled Meng Ting's hair. "I wasn't good last night."
Having heard what he said, Meng Ting looked surprised. He looked down, then he grabbed Yan Sui's hand, and played with it. The hoarseness in his voice became better when he woke up, but it had not completely faded away yet. "Do you regret it? I…I tempted you. If you regret it, doesn't that mean you're saying you're not good?"
Meng Ting did not know if he used this 'tempted' word right or not, but in the big picture, he must not state that it was erroneous. Yan Sui restrained himself last night and it was Meng Ting who refused to let him endure, which later on led the two of them to lose their control. If Yan Sui says that he was not good, then he would not be good as well.
Having heard what he said, Yan Sui heaved a light sigh of relief. He did not sit on the stool next to the bed; instead, he got up and sat down on the bed, then he leaned over and hugged Meng Ting. He slightly looked to his side and kissed Meng Ting's earlobe. Afterward, he opened his mouth and responded, "I don't regret it."
Last night was still a beautiful and unforgettable night for him. Two men who had such an affinity for one another, their bodies and minds were united as one and their souls trembled following its wake. How could he regret such a circumstance?
However, he should be distressed now; distressed because Meng Ting, who should have not been sick, was sick because of this.
"Then that's good." Meng Ting heaved a sigh of relief. He embraced Yan Sui back and caressed his back.
"I want to make you happy. If you're happy, I'm happy, too."
The reason was so simple, but also simple enough to make people feel moved.
Meng Ting pondered over it again, then he added, "Don't blame yourself. Don't be upset, okay?"
"Okay," Yan Sui responded, then lifted his body slightly, and kissed Meng Ting on his lips. His face was full of smiles, the kind of smile that was warmed up by Meng Ting.
The kiss was light and gentle just like Yan Sui's hand that was caressing Meng Ting's hair. The comfort brought about by this made him sleepy. After that, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep once again.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Ting woke up. When Yan Sui checked his temperature once again, he no longer had fever and the boy also looked very energetic. However, regardless if he went to the living room or to the bathroom, he was still carried by Yan Sui.
The two men were glued to each other as if they could not be separated at any time.
Meng Ting really slept for quite a long time. When he woke up this time, no matter how Yan Sui coaxed him, he still could not fall asleep. Yan Sui took Meng Ting's clothes off once more and after confirming that it would not really affect him while walking, only then was he willing to take Meng Ting out for a walk to places near the hotel.
When both men came out of the elevator, they saw a blonde man in a suit head on. He had about the same height as Yan Sui. The moment he saw Yan Sui, he immediately smiled. His eyes were especially attractive.
The guests passing by wanted to take a photo of him, but they were immediately stopped by the staff.
"Yan, I was about to come and look for you." He said. When he looked at Meng Ting, the smile on his face became a little bigger. "Meng Xi?"
"It's Meng Ting." Yan Sui corrected him, then he introduced Meng Ting to him. "This is Ash, my friend just like Gu Lang."
"Hello." Meng Ting still used Xia Country's language to say hello. Since Ash and Yan Sui knew each other, he could understand what Meng Ting said.
"Hello, Meng Meng." He still could not say the "Ting" sound, so he directly reduplicated Meng Ting's surname to replace his given name. However, he still had a Westerner's accent; thus, this "Meng Meng" sounded like "Méng Méng [1]."
([1] Ash pronounced Meng Meng like the first two characters in 萌萌哒 or "méngméngdā" which is the internet slang for adorable/cute.)
"Where are you going?" After saying hello, Ash immediately switched back to F Country's language. It even looked like he heaved a sigh of relief. Xia Country's language was obviously not easy for him.
"I want to show Meng Ting around." He spoke then turned to look at Meng Ting. Ash immediately stopped them. It seemed like he wanted to talk about something.
He took his overcoat off and threw it aside to his assistant while he was talking.
"It's still quite early for dinner. I'll keep you company, guys, while you take a walk. I'm familiar with the vicinity. I'll take you where you guys can have some fun."
Yan Sui looked at him, then he turned and said something to Meng Ting. After that, he nodded in response.
Seeing that Yan Sui had nodded, the smile on his face continued to magnify. "Let's go. This way." He looked like he was more excited to have some fun than Yan Sui and Meng Ting.
He waited for them to come out of the hotel. He did not need to ask Yan Sui. He recruited himself.
"I don't want to get married. My Dad and Mom are so annoying." It turned out that he came so early to the hotel, not because of Yan Sui and Meng Ting, but because he was going to meet a lady in the restaurant. "She's so annoying. I already told her that I don't like her, but she asked my Mom to ask me to go and meet her."
"Yan, Meng Meng, let me follow you guys, yeah."
He flaunted his pitiful look. They could no longer see his elite look when they first met him, not even in the least bit. He was just a big boy who was acting shamelessly.
Yan Sui swept a glance at him. Meng Ting, who was being pulled, had not figured out what to say yet. He continued to walk over, which could be considered giving his tacit consent for Ash to follow them.
"If they will force me, I'll follow you guys to go to Xia Country."
He was not completely angry when he muttered these few words. He was really swayed by this thought. That woman who was still waiting for him in the hotel—her family background matched his. She was hard to deal with. He could not get rid of her in a short time and he did not want to compromise either. He did not want to marry someone who he did not like.
"If you want to come, just come with us. You don't have to say it." Yan Sui knew about his situation. He was not in F Country a few days ago. It seemed like he went away to hide from her. However, if he did not want to return to F Country, he would be immediately pestered again.
"This way, this way!" He laughed and immediately made a ruckus, "There's something amusing in the pedestrian street over there and the flea market here is interesting. It's the liveliest time at the moment."
Yan Sui stopped walking for a moment, then he pulled Meng Ting and followed after Ash.
The flea market was located behind a winding alley. They walked around for twenty minutes before they arrived at the place. This was the route that Ash was familiar with.
Before they even arrived, they could hear the roaring bustle, the hawking of street sellers, the singing and music of street performers, and the cheering of the people. It was as if the people in the whole city had crowded here. There was also a lot of tourists like them. In short, it was a very interesting place.
Yan Sui turned to look at Meng Ting and saw that there was no discomfort on his face. After seeing this, he pulled him and continued to walk over.
Ash could almost compete with Zhen Han in terms of his chattiness. He endlessly spoke in a mixture of various languages. Sometimes, Meng Ting could still understand a sentence or two, but it affected his mood and piqued his curiosity.
As a matter of fact, it felt quite amusing to touch and look around throughout the journey.
"What are they doing over there?"
A circle of onlookers blocked the road. The road that was not originally very wide became even narrower.
Yan Sui and Ash were not short, but in this country, there were dozens and dozens of foreigners who were two meters tall. Ash acted as a pioneer and squeezed in the crowd to take a look at it first. It took quite a while before he was able to squeeze out.
"A passerby is having a showdown with a street dancer, so cool [2]!"
([2] So cool was originally written in English.)
Yan Sui and Meng Ting still have not decided whether they also wanted to take a look at it or not when the people behind them started to force their way in. Because of this, they could only seize this opportunity to move forward as well.
Yan Sui shielded Meng Ting and because of this, Meng Ting was not harmed by the overcrowding. In the end, they were able to squeeze into the front and witness the lively and brilliant showdown.
No doubt, Meng Ting could not dance, so he did not appreciate it that much, but following in the wake of the applause was not a problem for him. He did not smile that much, but the way he clapped his hands looked very sincere.
Unexpectedly, that passerby dancer had a red rose in his hand. While he was dancing, he suddenly approached Meng Ting. Before Meng Ting could even react, he stuffed the rose in Meng Ting's hand and kissed the back of his hand. After that, the passerby dancer reflexively went back to dancing.
The way he acted was completely beyond Meng Ting's expectations, but the people around him, including Ash, did not know how to react. Yan Sui glared at the rose in Meng Ting's hand and wanted to let him throw it, but he chose not to speak.
Meng Ting unconsciously sniffed the rose. It was a very fresh and unblemished rose. He turned gently and looked at that man who was still busy dancing. He thought he would wait and give it back to the man later.
The atmosphere became livelier because of the sudden flower offering. The passerby dancer swept a gaze at Meng Ting from time to time, then he looked at Yan Sui's warning gaze. He smiled and gave a bow. This had concluded the dance showdown.
As for the outcome of the showdown, each person had their own opinion. There was no need to say it, and there was no need to force it.
However, when the crowd dispersed, some headed north and some went south. For a moment, the overcrowding became even more terrible.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Before Meng Ting could even turn around, the man, who had just finished dancing and was drenched in sweat, walked over to him. Meng Ting looked at him and threw the rose back. "I don't want your rose."
After Meng Ting finished speaking, he turned around and saw the back of a man whom he suspected to be Yan Sui and was being pushed away by the crowd. He quickly chased after him.
The dancer picked up the rose on the ground and he looked quite dejected. He wiped his sweat away and smiled helplessly. Falling in love at first sight was not at all easy, but Meng Ting already had a husband.
He waited for the crowd to move a little more smoothly before he would leave, but before he could even take a few steps, he was blocked by a man.
"Did you see the boy whom you gave the rose before?"
Ash looked quite anxious as he grabbed the young dancer's hand. On his side, Yan Sui's face was totally dark.
He wanted to push some people away in front of him for Meng Ting, but when he turned around, he could no longer see, not even the shadow of the boy behind him.
Yan Sui tried to look for him throughout the way, but in the end, he saw Ash who was waiting for them outside and there was no such thing as Meng Ting's figure within his line of sight. Both men immediately turned around to come back and look for him. Seeing the dancer, they did not let go of the opportunity to ask him.
He was still holding the rose that Meng Ting returned to him earlier. Of course, he could not say that he never saw Meng Ting.
He looked at Yan Sui with brows slightly wrinkled. "He returned my flower, then rushed to find you. What, did he lose the boy?"
He sounded very uneasy when he asked this question, but Yan Sui was even more worried about Meng Ting right now and he did not have the mood to bother about him. He looked at Ash. "Go south and I'll go north. Give me a call whenever necessary."
"Right, give him a call!" Ash patted his thigh as if he remembered something.
However, Yan Shui shook his head, "He didn't bring his phone. It's being charged in the hotel."
Yan Sui never expected that he would run into a situation wherein he would lose Meng Ting if he takes him out; otherwise, he would have asked Meng Ting to bring his phone with him.
At this moment, it was not the time to ascertain where the responsibility lies. He nodded at Ash, then continued to look for Meng Ting.
The man who Meng Ting followed walked quickly. Meng Ting got caught up in the crowd before he was able to keep up with the man. When he reached the corner of the street, he subconsciously took a few steps back. The man turned around and shot a glance at Meng Ting to warn him, then he continued to walk.
"That's not Yan Sui…" Meng Ting said, then he suddenly turned, and looked around. The situation of the crowded street still had not improved. Except for a few people of Xia, who looked particularly conspicuous in his eyes, there was no sign of Yan Sui's figure.
He turned around and looked once again at that back, which he clearly felt was familiar, as it was about to disappear. Without hesitation, he followed it again.
Only this time, he did not make it obvious that he was following him; rather, he carefully followed him from behind.
However, that man's level of alertness was beyond Meng Ting's expectation. He suddenly turned around and looked Meng Ting in the eye. As expected, he was discovered.
He was leaning on the wall of the alley while awaiting for Meng Ting to approach. He dared to do this because he determined that there was no one else around Meng Ting and that he was enough to get rid of Meng Ting, so that he could leave at ease. Furthermore, Meng Ting clearly did not have any ill intentions.
"Why are you following me?"
"I mistook you for someone else." Meng Ting did not go very close to him. Not only did he think that the man in front of him looked quite like Yan Sui from behind, they even resembled each other by a fraction of seven to eight. It was very likely that this man was the one who Yan Sui and Aunt Manjia had been looking for decades.
"My name is Meng Ting. I got married to Yan Sui this July. Yan Sui of Haicheng, do you know him?"
The man measured Meng Ting with his eyes. From relaxed, he looked like he was on guard, then his expression eased up once again. He had a beard stubble on his face, yet he still looked handsome and refined. His fingers moved and it seemed like he was somewhat not used to not having a cigarette in his hand.
"I don't know him."
He looked at Meng Ting and he did not know what to think of. His brows wrinkled, but it was not the impatient type. "Don't follow me again."
Meng Ting looked at him, then slowly nodded. "Okay."
Meng Ting's obedience was somewhat beyond his expectation. He looked at him once again, then continued to walk into the alley.
Meng Ting continued to stand in the alley for a while before he returned to look for Yan Sui. He was such an adult. He did not think that it was a serious matter that he got lost, but Yan Sui and Ash were already going crazy.
Both men planned to report his disappearance to the police before the sky gets darker and darker.