What is honesty?
Can I eat it?
The little angel tossed the phone aside, lay on the sofa, and quietly contemplated his thoughts.
However, in his mind, there appeared, at times, Mr. Huo’s round buttocks, and at other times, Mr. Huo’s solid abdominal muscles…
An Wuyang turned restlessly and raised his delicate eyebrows in irritation.
“Well…” Let’s just go to sleep.
He closed his eyes, and before him suddenly appeared a pair of long and straight legs.
“Ah.” An Wuyang sat up, raking his fingers through his hair.
Fortunately, a string of phone rings suddenly interrupted his fantasies.
The number on the screen was unfamiliar, making An Wuyang hesitate for a moment before deciding whether to answer.
“Hello?” If it was a sales call, he could always hang up.
The voice on the other end said, “Hello, there’s a package for you. Are you at home now?”
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It turned out to be a delivery call, but…
“My package?” An Wuyang was puzzled, as he hadn’t ordered anything online recently.
And no one had mentioned sending him anything.
“Yes.” The delivery person kindly informed, “The sender’s last name is Huo.”
In that case, it could be something Mr. Huo bought.
An Wuyang nodded, “Sure, please send it up now.”
The delivery arrived promptly.
In his hands was a small box, very light.
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After unpacking it, a white USB drive lay in the palm of An Wuyang’s hand.
—Wuyang, Grandpa sent you a USB drive containing some of Yun Chuan’s past competition records. I thought you might enjoy watching them.
An Wuyang was truly surprised.
He had no idea what kind of competition it would be, as it had never been mentioned before.
Five minutes later, on the notebook screen left by Huo Yun’s, videos of his swimming competitions during high school were playing.
An Wuyang only watched for a few minutes, biting his lip.
What filled his eyes on the screen were long and sexy legs, a slender and well-proportioned figure, and a cold and beautiful young man with glistening water droplets on his face.
At that time, Huo Yun’s limbs were still relatively slender, and his facial features were softer than they are now, but his temperament was not soft.
On the contrary, his gaze was sharp, and the corners of his eyebrows were raised, looking like an object not to be messed with.
The young man staring at the screen had a changing expression.
So, Huo Yun was already this cool back then, with no unnecessary expressions from beginning to end.
Even when he got first place, he just curled his lips, looking very disdainful.
Next, when the camera zoomed in for a close-up on the award podium, he cast a direct and piercing glance at the camera.
An Wuyang’s heart skipped a beat, feeling like the high school version of Huo Yun was glaring at him through the medium of time.
He slouched in the chair, hugging a cylindrical pillow, feeling a bit disoriented.
After a while, he felt the room was too hot, so he got up to adjust the temperature on the air conditioning vent.
After An Wuyang felt his emotions calm down, he sent a text message to thank Grandpa Huo for sending the USB drive.
—Thanks, Grandpa. I’ve received the USB drive.
Grandpa Huo replied instantly.
—Great that you got it. Haha, Grandpa was just thinking, it would have been nice if Yun Chuan had met you earlier.
An Wuyang, straightforward as ever, shattered the old man’s fantasy.
—But he was 18, and I was only 6…
Grandpa Huo imagined his rebellious 18-year-old grandson meeting a 6-year-old classmate…
“…” He quickly cut off that train of thought and shivered deeply.
He still felt the present was better.
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—The videos are gone. If you want to see photos, come to Grandpa’s house next time. There are plenty.
Out of politeness, An Wuyang replied.
—Okay, if there’s a chance next time, I’ll come and see.
Grandpa Huo quickly responded.
—Of course, there will be a chance. Shall we set a date?
An Wuyang felt a bit flustered.
—Um, let’s wait for Yun Chuan to come back. I’ll ask him then.
On the other end, feelings were quite complicated, thinking that there are so many easygoing people in the world, yet the gentle young man chose someone difficult to deal with. Moreover, he genuinely relied on him, and others who wanted to get close couldn’t.
—Well, that’s fine.
Grandpa Huo sneakily extended his claws but didn’t give up on the idea of continuing to probe.
It was noon, and the once sporty CEO, Mr. Huo, rushed back home from outside, covered in dust, to have lunch with the little angel at home.
“What did you do at home this morning?”
As soon as he got home, the man quickly changed into comfortable home clothes, matching the little angel’s outfit.
“Didn’t do much, just read a bit and watched some short videos.” An Wuyang answered with his head down, holding a piece of Chinese yam in his mouth.
Today, he sat far away while eating, in a different position from his usual seat.
Huo Yun Chuan sat silently, and after a moment, he stood up to hug him.
The result was a rejection.
One standing, one sitting, and suddenly the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
An Wuyang whispered, “I’m already an adult…”
Huo Yun Chuan interrupted him indifferently, “Why didn’t you say that a few days ago?”
It’s worth noting that until yesterday, the little angel had been eating well in his arms.
An Wuyang raised his eyes and saw his displeased expression; his gaze was sharp. “…” The expression on this person’s face overlapped with his high school days.
Knowing that Huo Yun Chuan was not easy to deal with, An Wuyang closed his mouth and remained silent.
From Huo Yun Chuan’s perspective, the stubborn little teenager, with tightly pursed lips and lowered eyelashes, looked easy to bully even when angry.
Huo Yun Chuan looked away, clenched his fist, and casually pulled a chair next to him, sitting close to An Wuyang. “Eat.”
Is it really that easy?
“Huh?” Light-colored lips slightly parted, emitting a single-tone sound.
Seeing that Huo Yun Chuan was staring at him intently, An Wuyang immediately averted his gaze, but his slightly red ears betrayed him.
Huo Yun Chuan, with a smile in his eyes, looked at him from head to toe and lightly snorted, “Little stubborn one.”
“…” What kind of nickname is this?
An Wuyang lowered his head to eat, not wanting to engage.
He ate bite by bite, very earnestly, and Huo Yun Chuan remained still, watching just as attentively.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” An Wuyang glared at him.
Huo Yun Chuan smirked, “Watching you eat is satisfying enough.” Suddenly, he leaned in, “Or are you concerned about me now?”
An Wuyang was taken aback, avoiding eye contact, “Nothing of the sort. Eat if you want or don’t.”
He tightly gripped the chopsticks, trying to control his pounding heartbeat, his palms sweating.
They were very close, and Huo Yun Chuan’s breath sprayed on his cheek, the sensation clear.
“You’re really stubborn.” Huo Yun Chuan sat up straight and said lightly, “Eat, it’s not good when it gets cold.”
A simple sentence, but it sounded magical coming from Huo Yun Chuan’s mouth.
An Wuyang, with a soft heart and no temper, couldn’t maintain a stern expression towards Huo Yun Chuan.
He released the spoon, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and put them in Huo Yun Chuan’s hand.
Huo Yun Chuan was startled, raised an eyebrow, then turned the hand around to hold the one feeding him.
This time, there was no indulgence; Huo Yun Chuan directly picked up An Wuyang and placed him on his lap. “It’s more comfortable this way.”
An Wuyang struggled, his brows furrowed tightly.
“Don’t move. If you move again, I won’t feed you.” Huo Yun Chuan looked into his eyes, “Eat.”
Knowing that Huo Yun Chuan was a man of his word, An Wuyang was scared and dared not move.
Then he thought, he wasn’t afraid of being eaten, only afraid that he might become picky, and Huo Yun Chuan would remember this in the future.
Suddenly, his mood dropped.
The contented man paid no attention, thinking An Wuyang had behaved well and began to feed him.
“Do you remember what I told you this morning?” he asked gently.
“Hmm?” What was he talking about?
At 7:00 PM, X International Cinema.
Hearing that Huo Yun Chuan had reserved the entire place, An Wuyang’s eyes widened, and his almond-shaped eyes turned into round ones.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he had been out in so many days.
“Let’s go, we’re getting in.” Huo Yun Chuan nudged An Wuyang’s arm. Seeing no response, he directly held his hand and said, “What’s with the hesitation? No one is watching you.”
An Wuyang glanced at the staff and muttered under his breath, “Nonsense.”
The staff who received his gaze shifted their eyes guiltily, not daring to offend.
In the spacious screening hall, there were only two people.
The surroundings were silent, with dim light falling on Huo Yun Chuan, making his features blurred.
The movie hadn’t started yet, and he lifted An Wuyang, placing him on his lap.
Resisting slightly, the young man asked, “Why do you like carrying me so much?”
With one hand pressed against his chest, Huo Yun Chuan’s expression was a mix of comfort and discomfort. “What’s going on with you?” he leaned in with a hoarse voice, “Wuyang, don’t torture me.”
After a moment of hesitation, An Wuyang relaxed and said, “…”
Immediately, he was hugged tightly by Huo Yun Chuan, leaving no room for escape.
“Talk to me.” The domineering voice echoed in his ears, accompanied by warm breath infiltrating his ear canal.
An Wuyang blushed, slightly turned his head, and exhaled lightly outside, “Don’t treat me like this.”
“What about you?” Huo Yun Chuan accused, “But you treat me like this?”
An Wuyang pursed his lips and said, “How do I treat you?”
Huo Yun Chuan pinched his chin, making him face-to-face, eyes locked onto each other, “Do you really not know how I feel when you ignore me?”
Biting his lip, An Wuyang replied, “I don’t know.”
“Then let me tell you.” Huo Yun Chuan released An Wuyang’s chin, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against his chest, “It hurts here as if stabbed by a knife.”
Such a bloody description inevitably softened An Wuyang’s heart.
However, the sad person wasn’t only Mr. Huo himself.
Does he understand his own frustration? An Wuyang pondered sullenly.
“I didn’t see it.” Saying this might make Mr. Huo retreat.
The man hugging him snorted, “I don’t write it on my face.”
The atmosphere fell silent, and the opening theme of the movie started, breaking the deadlock.
An Wuyang tilted his head to look at the screen and whispered, “Let’s watch the movie.”
The tranquil town appeared on the screen, accompanied by soothing and melodious background music. It was dusk, and the soft light created a halo around the young art student.
The story was about a straight art student whose dream of pursuing art was stranded. Depressed, he drifted apart from his girlfriend, leading to a breakup. Then, one day, the art student met the older brother of a friend, a writer on vacation from the big city back to the small town.
The picturesque story unfolded.
As a diligent and thrifty student, An Wuyang rarely went to the movies. Whenever he did, he watched with great concentration, and this time was no exception.
As the movie reached the middle, there appeared on the screen some intimate and entwined scenes, catching the audience off guard.
Fortunately, An Wuyang was immersed in the plot and didn’t look away halfway. Unconsciously, he grabbed Huo Yun Chuan’s fingers and nervously asked, “Will they be discovered?”
Huo Yun Chuan, not minding revealing the plot he had seen before, casually responded, “Yes.”
His attention was not on the movie at all; watching the little angel was more interesting than the film, to be honest.
When the art student and the writer ended up in bed and were discovered by the writer’s younger brother, An Wuyang consecutively made regretful sounds, showing particular concern that the two protagonists might not end up together.
Huo Yun Chuan’s gaze toward him was deep and greedy, filled with a desire to possess.
How could someone be so cute?
Even watching a movie could make him blush at the corners of his eyes.
This wasn’t just cute; it was a bit foolish.
Huo Yun Chuan vowed never to let An Wuyang watch “Brokeback Mountain” in his lifetime.
Otherwise, wouldn’t he cry to death?
An Wuyang nervously watched until the end and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it had a happy ending.
As he calmed down, he realized his eyes were slightly moist, and his body felt a bit limp.
Maybe he had been too tense just now, and after relaxing suddenly, he ended up like this.
“…” In other words, he was now leaning softly in Huo Yun Chuan’s arms.
This was really not like him; he must get up.
However, as soon as he moved, Huo Yun Chuan pressed him back, holding him even closer than before. “Yang Yang, I like you, I want to pamper you, can you stop rejecting me?”
The words had just been spoken.
The warm touch squeezed in along the lip line, arrogantly roaming inside his mouth.
An Wuyang frowned, wanting to protest.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huo Yun Chuan pushed further, kissing more boldly.
“Um…” An Wuyang trembled all over, partly embarrassed and partly angry. Huo Yun Chuan, unexpectedly…
He shook his head desperately; this couldn’t go on!
“Little darling, what are you afraid of? You’re not that young anymore…” Huo Yun Chuan insisted on his approach, never stopping for a moment.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, one is most vulnerable to external stimuli.
An Wuyang cried, burying his face in Huo Yun Chuan’s shoulder, tears accompanying that thing coming out.
“Don’t cry, my good boy.” Huo Yun Chuan, without any disdain, wiped his hands with his own clothes, then hugged the little angel tightly, soothing him, “I’ll cherish you, be good to you for a lifetime. If Huo Yun Chuan can’t do it, let him die without a good death.”
“Ah, ah, ah…” An Wuyang deliberately made a loud noise, covering his ears and not listening.
What was he trying to say?
Huo Yun Chuan knowingly asked, “Little darling, don’t you want me to die?”
“Huo Yun Chuan!” This was too much bullying.
An Wuyang released his hand from his ears, his voice hoarse, “I don’t believe in vows made verbally.”
“What do you believe then? Yang Yang,” Huo Yun Chuan pressed his forehead against him, “come on, tell me, and I’ll do whatever you say, even if you tell me to die now.”
“Ah!” An Wuyang shouted again.
Huo Yun Chuan rubbed him into his arms, completely softened by his cuteness.
His little darling, little angel, how could he be so adorable?
What is honesty?
Can I eat it?
The little angel tossed the phone aside, lay on the sofa, and quietly contemplated his thoughts.
However, in his mind, there appeared, at times, Mr. Huo’s round buttocks, and at other times, Mr. Huo’s solid abdominal muscles…
An Wuyang turned restlessly and raised his delicate eyebrows in irritation.
“Well…” Let’s just go to sleep.
He closed his eyes, and before him suddenly appeared a pair of long and straight legs.
“Ah.” An Wuyang sat up, raking his fingers through his hair.
Fortunately, a string of phone rings suddenly interrupted his fantasies.
The number on the screen was unfamiliar, making An Wuyang hesitate for a moment before deciding whether to answer.
“Hello?” If it was a sales call, he could always hang up.
The voice on the other end said, “Hello, there’s a package for you. Are you at home now?”
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It turned out to be a delivery call, but…
“My package?” An Wuyang was puzzled, as he hadn’t ordered anything online recently.
And no one had mentioned sending him anything.
“Yes.” The delivery person kindly informed, “The sender’s last name is Huo.”
In that case, it could be something Mr. Huo bought.
An Wuyang nodded, “Sure, please send it up now.”
The delivery arrived promptly.
In his hands was a small box, very light.
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After unpacking it, a white USB drive lay in the palm of An Wuyang’s hand.
—Wuyang, Grandpa sent you a USB drive containing some of Yun Chuan’s past competition records. I thought you might enjoy watching them.
An Wuyang was truly surprised.
He had no idea what kind of competition it would be, as it had never been mentioned before.
Five minutes later, on the notebook screen left by Huo Yun’s, videos of his swimming competitions during high school were playing.
An Wuyang only watched for a few minutes, biting his lip.
What filled his eyes on the screen were long and sexy legs, a slender and well-proportioned figure, and a cold and beautiful young man with glistening water droplets on his face.
At that time, Huo Yun’s limbs were still relatively slender, and his facial features were softer than they are now, but his temperament was not soft.
On the contrary, his gaze was sharp, and the corners of his eyebrows were raised, looking like an object not to be messed with.
The young man staring at the screen had a changing expression.
So, Huo Yun was already this cool back then, with no unnecessary expressions from beginning to end.
Even when he got first place, he just curled his lips, looking very disdainful.
Next, when the camera zoomed in for a close-up on the award podium, he cast a direct and piercing glance at the camera.
An Wuyang’s heart skipped a beat, feeling like the high school version of Huo Yun was glaring at him through the medium of time.
He slouched in the chair, hugging a cylindrical pillow, feeling a bit disoriented.
After a while, he felt the room was too hot, so he got up to adjust the temperature on the air conditioning vent.
After An Wuyang felt his emotions calm down, he sent a text message to thank Grandpa Huo for sending the USB drive.
—Thanks, Grandpa. I’ve received the USB drive.
Grandpa Huo replied instantly.
—Great that you got it. Haha, Grandpa was just thinking, it would have been nice if Yun Chuan had met you earlier.
An Wuyang, straightforward as ever, shattered the old man’s fantasy.
—But he was 18, and I was only 6…
Grandpa Huo imagined his rebellious 18-year-old grandson meeting a 6-year-old classmate…
“…” He quickly cut off that train of thought and shivered deeply.
He still felt the present was better.
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—The videos are gone. If you want to see photos, come to Grandpa’s house next time. There are plenty.
Out of politeness, An Wuyang replied.
—Okay, if there’s a chance next time, I’ll come and see.
Grandpa Huo quickly responded.
—Of course, there will be a chance. Shall we set a date?
An Wuyang felt a bit flustered.
—Um, let’s wait for Yun Chuan to come back. I’ll ask him then.
On the other end, feelings were quite complicated, thinking that there are so many easygoing people in the world, yet the gentle young man chose someone difficult to deal with. Moreover, he genuinely relied on him, and others who wanted to get close couldn’t.
—Well, that’s fine.
Grandpa Huo sneakily extended his claws but didn’t give up on the idea of continuing to probe.
It was noon, and the once sporty CEO, Mr. Huo, rushed back home from outside, covered in dust, to have lunch with the little angel at home.
“What did you do at home this morning?”
As soon as he got home, the man quickly changed into comfortable home clothes, matching the little angel’s outfit.
“Didn’t do much, just read a bit and watched some short videos.” An Wuyang answered with his head down, holding a piece of Chinese yam in his mouth.
Today, he sat far away while eating, in a different position from his usual seat.
Huo Yun Chuan sat silently, and after a moment, he stood up to hug him.
The result was a rejection.
One standing, one sitting, and suddenly the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
An Wuyang whispered, “I’m already an adult…”
Huo Yun Chuan interrupted him indifferently, “Why didn’t you say that a few days ago?”
It’s worth noting that until yesterday, the little angel had been eating well in his arms.
An Wuyang raised his eyes and saw his displeased expression; his gaze was sharp. “…” The expression on this person’s face overlapped with his high school days.
Knowing that Huo Yun Chuan was not easy to deal with, An Wuyang closed his mouth and remained silent.
From Huo Yun Chuan’s perspective, the stubborn little teenager, with tightly pursed lips and lowered eyelashes, looked easy to bully even when angry.
Huo Yun Chuan looked away, clenched his fist, and casually pulled a chair next to him, sitting close to An Wuyang. “Eat.”
Is it really that easy?
“Huh?” Light-colored lips slightly parted, emitting a single-tone sound.
Seeing that Huo Yun Chuan was staring at him intently, An Wuyang immediately averted his gaze, but his slightly red ears betrayed him.
Huo Yun Chuan, with a smile in his eyes, looked at him from head to toe and lightly snorted, “Little stubborn one.”
“…” What kind of nickname is this?
An Wuyang lowered his head to eat, not wanting to engage.
He ate bite by bite, very earnestly, and Huo Yun Chuan remained still, watching just as attentively.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” An Wuyang glared at him.
Huo Yun Chuan smirked, “Watching you eat is satisfying enough.” Suddenly, he leaned in, “Or are you concerned about me now?”
An Wuyang was taken aback, avoiding eye contact, “Nothing of the sort. Eat if you want or don’t.”
He tightly gripped the chopsticks, trying to control his pounding heartbeat, his palms sweating.
They were very close, and Huo Yun Chuan’s breath sprayed on his cheek, the sensation clear.
“You’re really stubborn.” Huo Yun Chuan sat up straight and said lightly, “Eat, it’s not good when it gets cold.”
A simple sentence, but it sounded magical coming from Huo Yun Chuan’s mouth.
An Wuyang, with a soft heart and no temper, couldn’t maintain a stern expression towards Huo Yun Chuan.
He released the spoon, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and put them in Huo Yun Chuan’s hand.
Huo Yun Chuan was startled, raised an eyebrow, then turned the hand around to hold the one feeding him.
This time, there was no indulgence; Huo Yun Chuan directly picked up An Wuyang and placed him on his lap. “It’s more comfortable this way.”
An Wuyang struggled, his brows furrowed tightly.
“Don’t move. If you move again, I won’t feed you.” Huo Yun Chuan looked into his eyes, “Eat.”
Knowing that Huo Yun Chuan was a man of his word, An Wuyang was scared and dared not move.
Then he thought, he wasn’t afraid of being eaten, only afraid that he might become picky, and Huo Yun Chuan would remember this in the future.
Suddenly, his mood dropped.
The contented man paid no attention, thinking An Wuyang had behaved well and began to feed him.
“Do you remember what I told you this morning?” he asked gently.
“Hmm?” What was he talking about?
At 7:00 PM, X International Cinema.
Hearing that Huo Yun Chuan had reserved the entire place, An Wuyang’s eyes widened, and his almond-shaped eyes turned into round ones.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he had been out in so many days.
“Let’s go, we’re getting in.” Huo Yun Chuan nudged An Wuyang’s arm. Seeing no response, he directly held his hand and said, “What’s with the hesitation? No one is watching you.”
An Wuyang glanced at the staff and muttered under his breath, “Nonsense.”
The staff who received his gaze shifted their eyes guiltily, not daring to offend.
In the spacious screening hall, there were only two people.
The surroundings were silent, with dim light falling on Huo Yun Chuan, making his features blurred.
The movie hadn’t started yet, and he lifted An Wuyang, placing him on his lap.
Resisting slightly, the young man asked, “Why do you like carrying me so much?”
With one hand pressed against his chest, Huo Yun Chuan’s expression was a mix of comfort and discomfort. “What’s going on with you?” he leaned in with a hoarse voice, “Wuyang, don’t torture me.”
After a moment of hesitation, An Wuyang relaxed and said, “…”
Immediately, he was hugged tightly by Huo Yun Chuan, leaving no room for escape.
“Talk to me.” The domineering voice echoed in his ears, accompanied by warm breath infiltrating his ear canal.
An Wuyang blushed, slightly turned his head, and exhaled lightly outside, “Don’t treat me like this.”
“What about you?” Huo Yun Chuan accused, “But you treat me like this?”
An Wuyang pursed his lips and said, “How do I treat you?”
Huo Yun Chuan pinched his chin, making him face-to-face, eyes locked onto each other, “Do you really not know how I feel when you ignore me?”
Biting his lip, An Wuyang replied, “I don’t know.”
“Then let me tell you.” Huo Yun Chuan released An Wuyang’s chin, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against his chest, “It hurts here as if stabbed by a knife.”
Such a bloody description inevitably softened An Wuyang’s heart.
However, the sad person wasn’t only Mr. Huo himself.
Does he understand his own frustration? An Wuyang pondered sullenly.
“I didn’t see it.” Saying this might make Mr. Huo retreat.
The man hugging him snorted, “I don’t write it on my face.”
The atmosphere fell silent, and the opening theme of the movie started, breaking the deadlock.
An Wuyang tilted his head to look at the screen and whispered, “Let’s watch the movie.”
The tranquil town appeared on the screen, accompanied by soothing and melodious background music. It was dusk, and the soft light created a halo around the young art student.
The story was about a straight art student whose dream of pursuing art was stranded. Depressed, he drifted apart from his girlfriend, leading to a breakup. Then, one day, the art student met the older brother of a friend, a writer on vacation from the big city back to the small town.
The picturesque story unfolded.
As a diligent and thrifty student, An Wuyang rarely went to the movies. Whenever he did, he watched with great concentration, and this time was no exception.
As the movie reached the middle, there appeared on the screen some intimate and entwined scenes, catching the audience off guard.
Fortunately, An Wuyang was immersed in the plot and didn’t look away halfway. Unconsciously, he grabbed Huo Yun Chuan’s fingers and nervously asked, “Will they be discovered?”
Huo Yun Chuan, not minding revealing the plot he had seen before, casually responded, “Yes.”
His attention was not on the movie at all; watching the little angel was more interesting than the film, to be honest.
When the art student and the writer ended up in bed and were discovered by the writer’s younger brother, An Wuyang consecutively made regretful sounds, showing particular concern that the two protagonists might not end up together.
Huo Yun Chuan’s gaze toward him was deep and greedy, filled with a desire to possess.
How could someone be so cute?
Even watching a movie could make him blush at the corners of his eyes.
This wasn’t just cute; it was a bit foolish.
Huo Yun Chuan vowed never to let An Wuyang watch “Brokeback Mountain” in his lifetime.
Otherwise, wouldn’t he cry to death?
An Wuyang nervously watched until the end and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it had a happy ending.
As he calmed down, he realized his eyes were slightly moist, and his body felt a bit limp.
Maybe he had been too tense just now, and after relaxing suddenly, he ended up like this.
“…” In other words, he was now leaning softly in Huo Yun Chuan’s arms.
This was really not like him; he must get up.
However, as soon as he moved, Huo Yun Chuan pressed him back, holding him even closer than before. “Yang Yang, I like you, I want to pamper you, can you stop rejecting me?”
The words had just been spoken.
The warm touch squeezed in along the lip line, arrogantly roaming inside his mouth.
An Wuyang frowned, wanting to protest.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huo Yun Chuan pushed further, kissing more boldly.
“Um…” An Wuyang trembled all over, partly embarrassed and partly angry. Huo Yun Chuan, unexpectedly…
He shook his head desperately; this couldn’t go on!
“Little darling, what are you afraid of? You’re not that young anymore…” Huo Yun Chuan insisted on his approach, never stopping for a moment.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, one is most vulnerable to external stimuli.
An Wuyang cried, burying his face in Huo Yun Chuan’s shoulder, tears accompanying that thing coming out.
“Don’t cry, my good boy.” Huo Yun Chuan, without any disdain, wiped his hands with his own clothes, then hugged the little angel tightly, soothing him, “I’ll cherish you, be good to you for a lifetime. If Huo Yun Chuan can’t do it, let him die without a good death.”
“Ah, ah, ah…” An Wuyang deliberately made a loud noise, covering his ears and not listening.
What was he trying to say?
Huo Yun Chuan knowingly asked, “Little darling, don’t you want me to die?”
“Huo Yun Chuan!” This was too much bullying.
An Wuyang released his hand from his ears, his voice hoarse, “I don’t believe in vows made verbally.”
“What do you believe then? Yang Yang,” Huo Yun Chuan pressed his forehead against him, “come on, tell me, and I’ll do whatever you say, even if you tell me to die now.”
“Ah!” An Wuyang shouted again.
Huo Yun Chuan rubbed him into his arms, completely softened by his cuteness.
His little darling, little angel, how could he be so adorable?
