The study door opened and then closed again. After a while, Meng Ting finally lifted his head from Yan Sui’s embrace, his brows slightly furrowed. “I accidentally forgot about auntie…”
Yan Sui pulled Meng Ting, who was about to sit up straight again, back into his embrace and kissed his cheek. “It’s okay, Auntie doesn’t mind.”
“Mm,” Meng Ting replied, pausing slightly before continuing to pounce on Yan Sui. He leaned against Yan Sui’s chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Yan Sui, it’s really great that we love each other, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Yan Sui replied, his hand brushing against Meng Ting’s cheek. After being gently nuzzled, his chest, which Meng Ting was leaning against, softened as well. He didn’t try to sit up while holding Meng Ting anymore, just letting him cling on, and continued to speak.
“Don’t pay attention to what they say, such mistakes won’t happen to us again.”
He Wan wanted to repeat the same old trick again, but with Yan Yu and He Yue’s previous experiences, how could Yan Sui not be on guard?
“Mm,” Meng Ting replied softly. He shifted his body slightly upwards until he could reach Yan Sui’s chin, then he stopped. His lips brushed against Yan Sui’s chin, his brows slightly curved, looking at the person like this, both obedient and beautiful.
Yan Sui’s mind suddenly went blank for a moment, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed, and he whispered, “A bit higher.”
Meng Ting blinked upon hearing the words, then obediently moved up. When his lips were about to touch Yan Sui’s lips, he instinctively stopped.
His gaze carefully examined Yan Sui’s lips, which were somewhat pale and the temperature was not too high. Through the slightly parted gaps, he could see some pearly white teeth.
Meng Ting leaned in slightly, his lips kissing Yan Sui’s lips, finding that small gap to enter, and he began to kiss seriously.
His tongue licked and teased inside Yan Sui’s mouth, sometimes chasing, sometimes lazily wandering, but Yan Sui was still kissed until he felt hot all over, and could hardly control himself. In his gaze, Meng Ting’s expression was focused and passionate. Although he couldn’t hear or feel anything, he knew that Meng Ting’s heartbeat was probably the same as his.
Meng Ting’s tongue withdrew from Yan Sui’s mouth, but his cheek still pressed against Yan Sui’s. He tried to regain his breath and composure, but just as he came to his senses, his clothes were almost completely stripped off.
And he went from being pinned under Yan Sui to lying on the sofa. He blinked a few times and only then realized he had been daydreaming for quite a while.
He rubbed his foot against Yan Sui’s thigh, “Let’s hurry up, I still want to eat Nanny Wang’s sweet and sour spare ribs[mfn]糖醋排骨 (táng cù pái gǔ): Sweet and sour spare ribs. 
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This kind of dish doesn’t taste as good if left out for too long, but he also wants to be intimate with Yan Sui, so they have to finish up quickly.
“Other things are easy to talk about, but this one is a bit difficult,” Yan Sui said, not giving Meng Ting any more chance to hesitate. He kissed him again, using his kiss to completely drive away the cravings that were ruining the mood. After the kiss ended, he comforted him again, saying, “I’ll cook for you in the future.”
Last night, Zhen Han’s steak was praised by Meng Ting, and Yan Sui didn’t show any reaction at the time or even now. However, he does care a bit about it in his heart. Cooking and preparing meals had already been on his agenda.
Meng Ting was already too flustered to respond. His cheeks and body were slightly flushed, and his physical reaction was more straightforward than his inner feelings. He lifted his foot and placed it on Yan Sui’s body, and after a moment, he whispered, “Yan Sui, I want it.”
Yan Sui’s eyes, already slightly red from holding back, turned even redder upon hearing this. Meng Ting’s words at this moment were like adding fuel to the fire.
“Say it again…”
“Yan Sui, I like having sex with you,” Meng Ting said even more straightforwardly upon hearing this. After he finished speaking, he lifted his body, kissed Yan Sui’s earlobe, and continued kissing downwards.
Yan Sui pressed Meng Ting’s shoulders, finding the right position, just as Meng Ting wanted, allowing their bodies and minds to merge completely.
***
The sofa is always inferior to the bed, and Meng Ting keeps sliding down due to the impact. However, just when they are about to fall to the ground, Yan Sui always manages to pull him back in time. Meng Ting’s mood rises and falls accordingly, and his eyes occasionally widening in surprise.
His dazed mind was sometimes lifted to the clouds, and at other times pulled back to reality by the impending fall. In the midst of this haze, he finally understood what it meant to feel exhilarated.
Originally, he was still thinking about Nanny Wang’s sweet and sour spare ribs, but now that he has come to his senses, he can’t remember them anymore. He leans against Yan Sui, occasionally rubbing against him or giving him a pat, mumbling to himself, his joy completely undisguised.
“What are you saying?” Yan Sui lowered his head and rubbed Meng Ting’s hair. He actually enjoyed this kind of affectionate moment after the excitement, just like Meng Ting did.
“Nothing, it’s just… I like you so much, I don’t even know how to tell you.” Meng Ting said, pulling Yan Sui down again, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Feeling it wasn’t enough, he pecked him two more times, then three.
“I know, only in this way, will I be able to know,” Yan Sui held the person, becoming increasingly reluctant to let go.
Meng Ting thought for a moment about what ‘this’ meant, his long eyelashes gently trembling, and tentatively asked, “Is this… making love? How about we do it again?”
He felt that his love and affection for Yan Sui were not enough to be expressed even once, and twice seemed insufficient as well. However, indulging too much was harmful to the body, and doing it too many times in a day wasn’t good. After pondering this, Meng Ting felt a bit troubled.
The look of restraint on Yan Sui’s face reappeared. He lifted Meng Ting’s chin and kissed him fiercely on the lips, but he didn’t dare to linger on the sofa any longer. Staying like this, who knows, as Meng Ting said, they might end up doing it again.
“Let’s eat first, we’ll talk about it tonight.”
Meng Ting hesitated for a moment before nodding, looking as if he was truly ‘not quite satisfied’.
Yan Sui raised an eyebrow and corrected himself, “We’ll do it again tonight,” instead of saying ‘talk about it tonight’.
“Two times aren’t enough to express my love for you, but we have a lifetime, so it should be enough when you add it all up…”
Meng Ting finally understood. As he spoke, he hugged Yan Sui’s neck again. His soft words once again stirred the ripples in the heart lake of the person beside him.
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting for a long time before he finally responded to Meng Ting’s words, “If we feel it’s not enough by then, we can make an appointment for the next life.”
Loving someone to the point of promising to meet in the next life—Yan Sui had never thought it could happen to him, but at this moment, those words came out so naturally.
“Okay,” Meng Ting replied. Only then did he loosen his grip on Yan Sui, and then let Yan Sui help him put on his clothes.
***
The two of them first went back to the bathroom in the bedroom to clean up a bit, and then came downstairs.
Yan Manjia couldn’t wait for them any longer. She took a plate of food, went to the sofa, watched TV while eating. When Yan Sui and Meng Ting came downstairs, she glanced at them and continued eating on the sofa.
Although it was a bit late, the sweet and sour spare ribs still tasted great. Meng Ting had exercised, and the desserts he had eaten earlier were all digested, so he had an even better appetite. He ate another three and a half bowls of rice before stopping. After taking a walk with Yan Sui and returning, he still lay half-slumped on the sofa on the other side of Yan Manjia, holding his stomach.
Yan Manjia looked over, and Meng Ting even explained to her, “I’m not stuffed, my legs are sore…”
Yan Manjia’s expression was about to crack; Meng Ting thought his ‘sore legs’ didn’t imply anything else, and she couldn’t tell!
However, faced with Meng Ting’s sincere expression, Yan Manjia could only roar and rage within her own heart.
“Maoqiu, come here and give me a hug!”
“Meow,” Mao Qiu heard its name and responded, but it didn’t come over to Yan Manjia. Instead, it walked around the sofa once and finally climbed onto the napping Dahuang. Dahuang opened its eyes a tiny slit, saw it was Maoqiu, and then closed them again.
Yan Manjia rolled her eyes at the ceiling again. She was already stuffed with dog food by Meng Ting, and now she was being stuffed again by Maoqiu and Dahuang.
“Hmph,” Yan Manjia snorted, stood up, and went to busy herself with her own matters.
After she returned, she had someone set up a studio for her on the first floor, with a large window facing the flowerbed in the backyard that Meng Ting and the others had created. The view was excellent, and she went there to get busy.
***
Yan Sui finished a phone call and walked in from outside. Meng Ting glanced at him and immediately moved aside. Yan Sui sat down, and Meng Ting’s leg draped over his thigh again,
“Sore…”
Yan Sui didn’t respond, but his hands had already started to massage Meng Ting on their own. When Zhen Han and Gu Lang came in, they also saw Yan Sui in this ‘twenty-four filial exemplars[mfn]二十四孝 (èr shí sì xiào): In Chinese culture, the “Twenty-four Filial Exemplars” (二十四孝), also translated as The Twenty-four Paragons of Filial Piety, are a set of stories that exemplify the Confucian virtue of filial piety, emphasizing the importance of respecting and caring for one’s parents and family. Therefore, when someone is referred to as a 二十四孝好老公 (èr shí sì xiào hǎo lǎo gōng), lit. a good husband who embodies all 24 virtues of filial piety, it means that they are being praised as an exceptionally caring, respectful, and devoted husband who embodies the virtues of filial piety in their behavior and actions.[/mfn]’ appearance, and the two couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
“Nanny Wang, make us something to eat, we haven’t eaten yet.”
Zhen Han’s pet hospital gets busier on weekends. Gu Lang came to see him, but had to wait for him for quite a while. The two of them were too lazy to drive somewhere else to find food. The old house felt different now, so they were happy to come over and mooch some food and drinks.
Of course, being shown off was also expected.
When Meng Ting saw them, he was about to put his foot back, but Yan Sui not only held it down but also lifted the other one up and continued to massage it. As a result, Meng Ting’s gaze became a little distracted while watching TV.
However, over there, Zhen Han and Gu Lang had already started eating. He gradually calmed down, but instead of watching TV, he looked at Yan Sui and then spoke softly.
“Auntie wants to give cousin a surprise, so we have to keep it a secret for now.”
Meng Ting said, tapping his index finger on his lips, and when Yan Sui looked over, he also tapped his finger on Yan Sui’s lips.
When Yan Sui nodded, Meng Ting squinted his eyes, gently poked Yan Sui’s cheek, and then withdrew his hand.
“I’m much better now, you don’t need to massage me.”
When it was just the two of them, Meng Ting naturally didn’t mind, but with outsiders around, he couldn’t be as relaxed.
“It’s fine,” Yan Sui continued to massage Meng Ting’s calf. He had already spent the whole afternoon shopping with Yan Manjia, and when they returned, they had some intimate moments. After dinner, they went for another stroll. Even if Meng Ting didn’t mention his sore legs, Yan Sui would still came over to give him a massage.
Meng Ting, upon hearing this, glanced over at Zhen Han and Gu Lang, then nodded, “Yes, we are husband and wife, and intimacy is only natural.” Moreover, this is in his and Yan Sui’s home, so it doesn’t bother anyone. Yan Sui is right to say it’s fine.
Yan Sui, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but reach out and tap Meng Ting’s nose, the sweetness of this affection making the two people at the dining table roll their eyes vigorously.
Meng Ting didn’t notice their movements, so naturally, he didn’t care. Once he figured it out, he also calmed down and continued to enjoy Yan Sui’s increasingly skillful leg massage.
Yan Sui made sure Meng Ting was comfortable before letting go of his leg. However, he stretched out his hand and pulled the person back into his arms again.
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火上澆油 (huǒ shàng jiāo yóu): to pour oil on the fire (idiom); fig. to aggravate a situation; to enrage people and make matters worse; to add fuel to the fire (to worsen a conflict); stir up more trouble.
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