GHLCS Chapter98

The summer sun was shining on the ground, like an oven.

 

Xu Hang had just gotten up a little late, and he was already sweating all over. Before he could even leave the room, he heard Chan Yi say that Xiao Yan’s subordinate, Liao Qin, wanted to see him.

 

“You come to me at this critical moment. Is something wrong with Mr. Shen?”

 

Liao Qin was a little amused: “Ghost Master wants to send Mr. Shen back.”

 

Xu Hang frowned when he heard it: “Send him back? What is he thinking?”

 

Liao Qin had been staying in Hezhou City recently, and he knew a little bit about Xu Hang’s cleverness, so he didn’t hide it from him: “Actually… ai, Ghost Master and Mr. Shen are having some unpleasantness.”

 

This actually happened yesterday.

 

Since that surprising kiss, Xiao Yan avoided Shen Jingmo for a few days. Shen Jingmo stayed alone, feeling very upset. He even stopped going to Jici Courtyard these days.

 

Liao Qin found himself caught between the two, feeling anxious inside, yet unsure of how to change the situation.

 

Until a small hall master sent a few boxes of high-quality fruits to please Xiao Yan, Liao Qin whispered in Xiao Yan’s ear.

 

“Mr. Shen was still talking about wanting to eat oranges a few days ago.”

 

Xiao Yan rolled his eyes at him and said, “You talk so much.” Then he left with the fruit.

 

Shen Jingmo, who stayed in Changlong Hotel, had nothing else to do. He played the harmonica and was in a daze. All he could think about was that guy.

 

After spending a few days together, Shen Jingmo was not as scared as he was at first. He actually knew that the guy was good to him, although he didn’t understand where this inexplicable kindness came from.

 

He is thirty-two years old this year. He is old and not good-looking, and his body is even more unsightly. He has no capital to show off. No matter what, he dares not imagine that the powerful Ghost Master has taken a fancy to him.

 

If not, then why kiss him?

 

Headache.

 

The door lock clicked, and Xiao Yan walked in. Shen Jingmo thought it was Liao Qin, so he said, “I don’t really want to go to Jici Courtyard today. There’s no need to prepare a car. Just do your thing.”

 

“Why don’t you want to go?”

 

Hearing Xiao Yan’s voice, Shen Jingmo’s back straightened suddenly and his neck stiffened for a moment.

 

Why did this person come so suddenly? He had no time to prepare.

 

Xiao Yan stepped in front of Shen Jingmo, set down the fruit basket, and asked again, “Are you upset?” He then added, “Is it because I kissed you that you’re unhappy? Or is it because I didn’t come to see you that’s bothering you?”

 

Shen Jingmo’s face turned red: “No… don’t, don’t say it…”

 

Xiao Yan’s blunt words reminded him of that kiss again, as if the hot and wet touch was still on his lips. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. He coughed twice and tried to change the subject: “Did you bring any fruit… they smelled pretty good.”

 

Xiao Yan picked up an orange and put it in Shen Jingmo’s hand. Shen Jingmo first put it under his nose and smelled it, but he didn’t do anything. Then Xiao Yan remembered something and took the orange back.

 

“Wait a minute.”

 

He peeled the orange peel in a few strokes and gave the whole orange flesh to Shen Jingmo.

 

Xiao Yan said, “You like to eat oranges, it’s just that the oranges now are not the best quality. In another month, sweet oranges will be on the market.”

 

Shen Jingmo held the orange in his hand but didn’t take a bite, his face showing a mix of emotions that seemed to shift.

 

Xiao Yan noticed something was wrong and asked, “Why don’t you eat it?” He leaned over to take a look at the orange: “It’s all peeled, you can eat it without worry.”

 

“You…” Shen Jingmo spoke hesitantly and uneasily. His heartbeat gradually became faster. Others could not hear it, but he could hear it clearly. “How do you know that I like to eat oranges but not peel them?”

 

The room was completely quiet.

 

Xiao Yan also stopped chewing the orange.

 

There is something, like a sprout about to break through the ground, gathering strength in the soil, just one step away.

 

Shen Jingmo was not a squeamish person, and he was not picky about food, but there was one thing: he loved eating oranges, but he really didn’t like the smell of orange peels. Especially after peeling an orange, the smell left on his hands was very pungent and lingered for a long time.

 

It would be hypocritical to say it out loud, so Shen Jingmo would always hold back in front of others, and most of the time he would not eat it.

 

Many years ago, a student climbed over the wall to pick oranges from a tree and brought them to him to eat. He couldn’t refuse the kindness, so he accidentally told the story to him.

 

He remembered that student’s name was…

 

“…Xiao… Yan?” Shen Jingmo said these two words and took a long breath.

 

He couldn’t see the other party’s face, so he couldn’t tell whether he was right or wrong, but the longer the other party remained silent, the more obvious the answer seemed.

 

Even Xiao Yan didn’t expect that it would be such a detail that would expose him in the end.

 

He reached out and picked up the orange, broke off a slice, and put it in his mouth. His teeth bit through the orange’s placenta, and the juice splashed out and flowed on his tongue. It was really sweet, but not as delicious as Shen Jingmo.

 

“Are you Xiao Yan? Or… or do you know Xiao Yan?”

 

Xiao Yan opened his mouth but couldn’t organize words to express himself for a while, but in the end he still gave Shen Jingmo the answer and called him, “Teacher.”

 

It’s really him!

 

Shen Jingmo’s soul was almost shaken, and the orange in his hand fell to the ground, rolled several times, became covered with dust, and hid in the corner pitifully.

 

So, he was snatched away by his own student, taken care of, shared a bed, and was… forcefully kissed!

 

When did Xiao Yan start to have this idea?

 

As if seeing through Shen Jingmo’s thoughts, Xiao Yan smiled self-deprecatingly: “I thought that Teacher had forgotten me long ago. After all, you have so many students, and I am nothing.”

 

Shen Jingmo lowered his head: “I… I remember you.”

 

Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan.

 

He remembered that this child was stubborn, strong-willed, wild, and always rebellious.

 

The first scene that came to his mind was when Xiao Yan had a fight with someone, with blood on his shoulder, but he didn’t even frown.

 

What a terrible child. But at that time he felt sorry for the child and often took him home, cooked for him, and bandaged him.

 

This child seems to have always been self-willed, and even Shen Jingmo sometimes can’t do anything about it. Back then, when Shen Jingmo had a fever and insisted on attending class, Xiao Yan would look at him as if he owed him money and would pull Shen Jingmo’s hand and force him to rest. Even if Shen Jingmo put on the majesty of a teacher and ordered him, he would not give in at all.

 

Over the years, his temper has only gotten worse.

 

Shen Jingmo’s heart now feels like it has been through a storm, and the peace he had managed to maintain with great difficulty has been shattered in an instant.

 

He had imagined thousands of possibilities, but the only thing he couldn’t accept was this result—such an unethical and immoral result.

 

Seeing Shen Jingmo’s expression change drastically, Xiao Yan asked, “Now that you know who I am, what do you want to tell me?”

 

Shen Jingmo bit his tongue secretly: “You said it, if I guessed right, you will let me go.”

 

Xiao Yan felt as if his heart had been trampled on, his voice turning cold. “You still want to leave?”

 

Shen Jingmo replied with a guilty conscience: “Xiao Yan… I… am your teacher. Once a teacher, a teacher for life.”

 

“Hehe… Hahaha…” Xiao Yan laughed in a weird way. “Teacher? Yes, of course you are.”

 

His gloomy way of speaking made Shen Jingmo feel a little uneasy. Then, he heard him whisper in his ear, “I have long wanted to try what it feels like to be intimate with my own teacher.”

 

“You…”

 

Such shameless words, Shen Jingmo suddenly felt a mess of shame, anger, and helplessness in his heart.

 

He wanted to push Xiao Yan away, and just wanted to be alone, but Xiao Yan grabbed his waist.

 

“Originally, I didn’t want to do it so quickly,” Xiao Yan’s hands danced on Shen Jingmo’s spine like playing the piano. “You know what, Teacher? Every time you refuse with a blushing face, I can’t help but want to kiss you.”

 

“Xiao Yan, shut up!” Shen Jingmo wanted to cover his mouth, but he couldn’t see, so he could only wave his hands around like a blind man touching an elephant.

 

“Why won’t you let me speak? Teacher always taught me to express everything I knew before.”

 

“Xiao Yan! This… this is different… this is wrong!”

 

“Wrong?” Xiao Yan couldn’t help but want to bite Shen Jingmo to death. “Then is it right for you to follow another man to Shanghai, but not right for you to follow me?”

 

“I…” Shen Jingmo’s chest constricted.

 

“But you know, Teacher, as your student, I just enjoy sleeping in the same bed with you, I like to hug you, and I want to see you show me affection. Teacher, this is the student you’ve personally taught—are you satisfied?”

 

Pah!

 

A slap hit Xiao Yan’s face with uncontrollable anger and grievance.