Yan Sui’s hand ran along Meng Ting’s back, reassuring him once again, “I won’t leave, I’ll stay with you.”
Hearing this, Meng Ting slowly leaned against Yan Sui’s chest, the emotions in his eyes finally became stronger, and he whispered, “Yan Sui, I feel uncomfortable.”
Yan Sui choked up, the pain swelling in his chest intensified by twofold. In his life, apart from Meng Ting, he had never experienced this kind of heartache for anyone else.
He held Meng Ting, letting him lie down beside him, then propped himself up slightly, lowered his gaze to look at him, and said, “Tell me, where do you feel uncomfortable?”
“My hear feels uncomfortable,” Meng Ting covered his chest, unable to describe the pain, but there was a lump in his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
Yan Sui slightly pulled open Meng Ting’s clothes, and his lips fell on Meng Ting’s slightly undulating skin. His kiss was not heavy, but not light either. His eyes narrowed slightly and he was extremely focused, as if this could really soothe Meng Ting’s discomfort.
Meng Ting lowered his gaze, and the sensations in his body gradually became clearer. He felt Yan Sui’s kiss, which carried a bit of warmth and strength. His hand unconsciously brushed Yan Sui’s hair; at first, it was still somewhat stiff, but slowly it became gentler.
“My stomach feels uncomfortable,” Meng Ting said softly after a long while.
Yan Sui raised his eyes to meet his gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he still couldn’t manage a smile. He rolled up Meng Ting’s pajamas, kissed his flat abdomen, and raised his eyes again, “Is it here?”
Meng Ting felt it for a moment and corrected Yan Sui, “It needs to go up a little further.”
Then came another focused and gentle kiss, with an occasional tickling sensation. Meng Ting’s eyes blinked once in a while, but most of the time, he was just focused on looking at Yan Sui, although he could only see his hair most of the time.
“My head also feels uncomfortable,” Meng Ting said after he felt his stomach was feeling a little better. Actually, there was hardly any part of his body that didn’t feel uncomfortable, but after being kissed by Yan Sui, it really seemed to feel much better.
Upon hearing this, Yan Sui gently pulled Meng Ting’s clothes down a bit. Then he returned to Meng Ting’s side again, first kissing his hair, then his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose tip, and finally his lips.
Meng Ting still didn’t give him any response, his eyes were still wide open, but when Yan Sui was about to leave, his hand pressed on Yan Sui’s neck, stopping him from leaving.
“Let’s continue kissing.”
Yan Sui paused for a moment, and Meng Ting lifted his chin. He gently licked Yan Sui’s lips, as if trying to taste something, but his mind was still very confused, and he couldn’t feel anything at all. Yet he still wanted to feel, his bewildered yet persistent expression made Yan Sui’s heart soften again.
He caressed Meng Ting’s cheek, his hand almost covering most of his face. His fingertip gently brushed over his eyebrow, then he lowered his head and kissed Meng Ting’s lips. This time, he didn’t restrain his emotions anymore. He felt so distressed that he wanted to merge Meng Ting into his bones and blood.
Meng Ting still licked slowly and carefully, but just this little response was enough for Yan Sui.
It was because of the kiss, and also because of the heartache, that Yan Sui’s impulse surged again. A few beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he breathed heavily, pulling away from Meng Ting’s lips. Meng Ting, panting lightly, was about to lean in again.
Yan Sui leaned in, pressing his cheek against him. He whispered in Meng Ting’s ear, “Don’t think about anything, just look at me, feel me.”
Meng Ting didn’t respond either yes or no, and Yan Sui didn’t need his answer either.
He kissed the side of Meng Ting’s face, then took off all the clothes he had so painstakingly put on him earlier.
His kisses covered Meng Ting’s entire body, awakening his desires with his lips, and only then did he take a step further.
Meng Ting’s eyes gradually filled with desire, and his body became more sensitive than ever before. He still didn’t dare to move too much, always remembering that he couldn’t hurt Yan Sui.
He passively endured everything, but just when Yan Sui thought he might be at his limit and perhaps unwilling, he stopped him from hesitating and leaving.
He likes this kind of contact between them, even though his consciousness is somewhat hazy and dazed, but he is sure of this.
This is Meng Ting’s attachment to Yan Sui, an attachment that has already surpassed the physical rejection. Yan Sui might be surprised; Meng Ting, who had suffered a relapse, this is absolutely rare, or perhaps it should be called a miracle, a miracle brought to him by Yan Sui himself.
The two people’s eyes met. Whenever Yan Sui noticed that Meng Ting was absent-minded, he would work even harder to pull his mind, which had drifted to who knows where, back to him.
Meng Ting blinked lightly, then moved his body a bit, as if to cooperate with Yan Sui, but overall, he was still lazy and didn’t want to move much.
But the responses he occasionally gave were enough to make Yan Sui both excited and relieved.
A long foreplay and a prolonged subsequent affair came to an end. Meng Ting curled up slightly, lost in the pleasure brought by the body, while Yan Sui leaned down and continued to kiss him gently.
After a long time, Meng Ting raised his hand to embrace Yan Sui again. He caressed Yan Sui’s body, as if savoring this addictive physical contact.
After a long while, he looked up at Yan Sui and said, “Let’s do it again.”
As he spoke, he kissed Yan Sui’s lips and more directly expressing his desire to Yan Sui, “I still want it.”
Meng Ting had recovered quite a bit compared to earlier. His rejection of Yan Sui’s body had almost disappeared, but in return, a renewed desire ignited within him—intense and unashamed, and there was no need to hide it.
Meng Ting’s expression paused slightly; he seemed to want to look down at something, but the two were too close, and he couldn’t see what he wanted to see. He asked Yan Sui again, “Can you… still do it?”
Meng Ting was a little unsure whether he was forcing others to do something difficult.
Yan Sui’s expression stiffened. He didn’t answer Meng Ting’s words and directly half-carried him. His restraint was due to his concern for him, which made Meng Ting feel that he was at his limit. He felt both amused and helpless, but this time, even if Meng Ting begged for mercy, he wouldn’t let him go easily.
This night could almost be described as sleepless. As long as Meng Ting was awake and as long as his body was excited, Yan Sui would accompany him, kissing and touching him. When his desire was ignited, he would no longer restrain himself and cling to him until death, as if tomorrow would never come again. Or perhaps this was Meng Ting’s state of mind at this moment.
He couldn’t think about what would happen after tomorrow, and Yan Sui didn’t let him think too much about what had happened to him. He enclosed the person under himself, just as he told Meng Ting, only allowing him to feel him, only allowing him to think of him.
The night was long, but it was hard to say that it was too long. The two of them were too passionate, and all the discomfort was burned away in the fire of desire.
Meng Ting was curled up in Yan Sui’s arms, sleeping. The stiffness in his limbs had disappeared, but at the same time, he was clinging even tighter.
Yan Sui was reluctant and also worried about him sleeping alone. After much effort, he managed to free his hand, took out his phone, and saw that it was already 4:30 AM. He sent a text message to both Wang Feng and Uncle Xiao, then turned off his phone. His hand returned to embrace Meng Ting, and he closed his eyes as well.
Today, he had already arranged his schedule. The original plan was to accompany Meng Ting to school, but given the current situation, Meng Ting needs rest even more. He asked Wang Feng to go to school and handle the procedures for Meng Ting, and also took a week’s leave.
Sending text message to Uncle Xiao is simply to ask him not to disturb their sleep; both he and Meng Ting need rest, a good rest.
A thin blanket wrapped the two of them together, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms. The gentle light filtering through the curtain gaps couldn’t disturb them; Meng Ting was tired, and Yan Sui was tired too.
***
When it was almost noon, Nanny Wang wanted to go upstairs to take a look, but Uncle Xiao stopped her and also instructed the other servants not to go to the second floor.
Around two o’clock in the afternoon, Zhen Han and Gu Lang arrived at the Yan residence almost at the same time. Not long after, Zhong Ming and Meng Qi also arrived one after the other. However, they learned from Uncle Xiao that Yan Sui and Meng Ting had not yet gotten up.
The four of them frowned slightly, but they didn’t think much about it. They thought that Meng Ting’s situation was somewhat serious and the two people probably didn’t sleep until it was almost dawn, so they still couldn’t get up by now.
“What are you doing here?” Zhen Han asked Meng Qi. Zhen Han didn’t have a good impression of Meng Qi, considering him a playboy. You could infer what kind of person he was just by looking at his friends. Zhen Han was suspicious of Meng Qi’s excessive concern for Meng Ting, suspecting it might have ulterior motives, which prompted him to ask.
Meng Qi was not the least bit surprised by Zhen Han’s question. He raised his eyebrows and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m worried about Little Seventh, so I came to check on him. I’m his big brother.”
Zhen Han glanced at Meng Qi and lightly clicked his tongue, his expression growing more disdainful. As if he didn’t know about Meng Ting’s situation. He had always been raised outside the family, and Meng Qi probably didn’t know about Meng Ting any earlier than his cousin Yan Sui.
“Don’t tell me you’re here for your little lover…”
That is, Meng Qi and Su Siyu themselves thought that their relationship was a secret, but they didn’t think about how debauched their previous behavior was. Not to mention that they were spotted by Meng Ting and Yan Sui in the Gu family garden, they were also often seen flirting with each other at other banquets or gatherings.
It’s just that in the past, it didn’t bother anyone. Out of respect for the eldest son of the Meng family, everyone basically pretended not to know, and when they did see it, they acted as if they were blind and didn’t see anything.
Gu Lang and Zhong Ming didn’t say anything, but their expressions made it clear that they shared the same stance as Zhen Han. Not to mention that Meng Qi’s status was not high enough to ask for leniency; even if it was, they would not agree.
They would absolutely never do something like ‘selling out their sister-in-law’. Otherwise, Yan Sui’s tireless ‘education’ at daily gatherings over the years would have been in vain.
Meng Qi waved his hand, as if to beg for forgiveness, and then muttered, “It really is related to him.”
His face gradually darkened, his brows slightly furrowed, and the anger in his heart slowly swelled. After all, he and Su Siyu had once had a love affair; they couldn’t become lovers, and he didn’t want things to get too ugly between them. But he never expected Su Siyu to be this ruthless towards him.
Incest between brothers… Not only Meng Ting would be ruined, he wouldn’t be an exception either. For the sake of the family’s reputation, Old Master Meng would definitely choose to abandon him.
Zhen Han shot Meng Qi a disdainful glance again, then ignored him. He looked at Nanny Wang and said, “bring something to eat. We haven’t had time to eat since this morning.”
“Alas,” Nanny Wang replied, then went to bring up a few bowls of meat porridge and side dishes. She didn’t know what had happened, and her mood was still good. She even teased Zhen Han, “I made it for the madam in the morning, but they didn’t get up, so you got lucky.”
“Really fragrant, and you even added medicinal herbs,” Zhen Han didn’t mind Nanny Wang’s teasing. He picked up the bowl, scooped out more than half, took a sip, and then sighed like this.
Gu Lang and Zhong Ming, seeing him eat, also felt hungry. They didn’t stand on ceremony and each scooped a bowl to drink slowly.
Meng Qi took a sip of tea and didn’t join in the fun. However, it was clear that Meng Ting was indeed living well at the Yan family; the food there was much better than at the Meng family… No, Meng Ting had actually gone hungry for several days at the Meng family.
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花花公子 (huā huā gōng zǐ): playboy; dandy; blood; rake; fop; toff; wastrel; beau; Casanova; coxcomb; a rich and powerful man who wears fancy clothes, only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and does not work properly.孜孜不倦 (zī zī bù juàn): lit. diligent and never slacking (idiom); continuous concentrated effort; diligent; assiduous (in study); to concentrate; unwearied; indefatigable; not slacking off; refers to working or studying diligently and tirelessly, describing a state of being diligent and not slacking off. From the Records of the Three Kingdoms: 自去長史，優遊無事垂三十年。乃更潛心典籍，孜孜不倦。年踰八十，猶手自校書，刊定謬誤。, Since he left his post as Chief Secretary, he has been living a leisurely and carefree life for nearly thirty years. He devoted himself to studying classics tirelessly. Even when he was over eighty years old, he still proofread books and corrected errors by hand.
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