Meng Ting loved it when Yan Sui touched him—any kind of touch. As Yan Sui ruffled his hair, Meng Ting kept his gaze fixed on Yan Sui’s chin, blinking occasionally. Lost in thought, a blush crept onto his cheeks. However, he remembered that Zhao Bing was driving in the front, so he refrained from saying or doing anything more.
Yan Sui was lost in thought, then lowered his head, meeting Meng Ting’s gaze. His expression paused slightly, and the hand stroking Meng Ting’s hair also stilled. He pursed his lips, wanting to smile yet inexplicably moved. Meng Ting’s seemingly unsatisfied expression was truly adorable and tempting.
But under such prolonged scrutiny, even Yan Sui couldn’t withstand the intensity of Meng Ting’s gaze. His hand slid from Meng Ting’s hair to his cheek, giving it a gentle pinch before covering his eyes.
With his vision blocked, Meng Ting puffed his cheeks slightly in dissatisfaction. “I’m not sleepy. I just want to look at you.”
“Be good. You can look all you want when we get home,” Yan Sui murmured, keeping his hand over Meng Ting’s eyes as he leaned closer to coax him.
Meng Ting thought about it for a moment, thinking that Yan Sui was probably genuinely worried about him being tired from the factory visit, hence his insistence on him resting his eyes. Although he still desperately wanted to look at Yan Sui, he ultimately held back.
“Then I’m going to look at you for a long time when we get home…”
“Alright,” Yan Sui agreed readily. The faint flutter of Meng Ting’s lashes against his palm sent a peculiar warmth spreading through his chest, softening his entire demeanor.
Ever since meeting Meng Ting, Yan Sui had been savoring this feeling of being in love. Even the simplest eye contact with Meng Ting could trigger uncontrollable reactions in his body—a longing to kiss, to have more intimate contact, anytime, anywhere.
Zhao Bing, driving in the front, would occasionally glance in the rearview mirror, his teeth aching for a long time, but with time, he got used to it.
Two hours later, they arrived at the Yan Residence. Meng Ting had dozed off for nearly an hour. Upon waking, he sat up, leaning against Yan Sui’s shoulder and occasionally sneaking glances upward, puzzled as to why Yan Sui had suddenly forbidden him from looking.
The car finally stopped, and they had finally arrived home.
Meng Ting got out of the car last, but before he had taken two steps away from the door, his eyes were glued to Yan Sui. He said happily, “Can I look at you now? I want to look at you.”
Yan Sui had been too busy these past few days, and even though Meng Ting wanted to cling to him, he knew his limits and was considerate. Now that Yan Sui was done with work, he could finally look at him without worry, cling to him, and occasionally pester him a little more.
Under the warm orange glow of the porch light, Meng Ting’s cheeks flushed an even deeper pink, breathtakingly beautiful.
Yan Sui’s heart fluttered uncontrollably again. He tightened his grip on Meng Ting’s hand, finally unable to restrain himself any longer. He let go of Meng Ting’s hand, wrapped one arm around his waist, and placed the other on the back of his neck, lowering his head to kiss Meng Ting’s lips.
Meng Ting’s eyes widened slightly, but then narrowed again. He had actually wanted to kiss Yan Sui for a long time, but it hadn’t been convenient in Lijia Village or in the car. His hands went to Yan Sui’s waist, his lips slightly parted, responding to Yan Sui with great enthusiasm.
Yan Sui, who had initially intended only a brief taste, felt a slight tingle in his scalp and his body stiffened. It took immense willpower for him to finally release Meng Ting. He then grasped Meng Ting’s hand and led him inside without another word.
Meng Ting was left dazed from the kiss, obediently following Yan Sui’s lead, though his gaze remained fixed on him. The emotions stirred in his eyes were unrestrained, as rich and intoxicating as a jar of fine wine—enough to intoxicate one to oblivion.
Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao came out to greet them, but Yan Sui merely nodded in acknowledgment, while Meng Ting completely ignored everyone except Yan Sui. He was pulled all the way back to their room and only then did he seem to come to his senses.
Looking at Yan Sui, he asked in confusion, “Aren’t we having dinner?”
Although it was almost eight o’clock now, and they had grabbed a bite on the way, it still didn’t count as a proper meal.
Yan Sui tugged at his tie, loosening it before removing his jacket. Then he undid a few buttons of his shirt as he strode toward Meng Ting, who sat on the bed—his presence overwhelmingly commanding.
Meng Ting was no longer ignorant of such matters. The moment Yan Sui began undressing, he knew what they were going to do next.
As Yan Sui approached, Meng Ting consciously crawled further back. He swallowed lightly, his delicate Adam’s apple bobbing twice, but his gaze towards Yan Sui didn’t show any fear. He even proactively reached out and tugged at Yan Sui.
“You haven’t taken off your pants yet?” Meng Ting said, glancing down at himself and starting to undress as well, but Yan Sui’s kiss had already descended before he could finish—scorching, urgent. Yan Sui had probably been enduring it too hard all the way.
Once kissed by Yan Sui, Meng Ting couldn’t bother with undressing anymore. He wrapped his arms around Yan Sui, responding with renewed passion, even applying every technique he had learned.
The more they kissed, the more chaotic their breathing became, and the heat radiating from their bodies was scorching. Meng Ting supported himself on Yan Sui’s shoulders, half-reclining against the pillows, no longer suppressing the intermittent and unconsciously alluring soft moans escaping his lips. His eyes were half-closed, completely immersed in this unrestrained affair.
A tingling sensation spread upwards from the base of his spine all the way to the top of his head, and downwards, even his toes curled slightly. His body had completely adapted to Yan Sui, making him become aroused very quickly every time.
His undisguised reactions were more potent than any aphrodisiac in Yan Sui’s eyes. Their fervent battle waged from the headboard to the foot of the bed, then extended the battlefield into the bathroom. Meng Ting’s legs were so weak he couldn’t stand, and yet despite Yan Sui exerting far more effort, his expression and demeanor remained composed.
For him, lovemaking with Meng Ting was better than any sleep.
***
In the double bathtub, Meng Ting lay half-limp on Yan Sui, letting him do whatever he wanted, including cleaning them up. Meng Ting’s body and mind were still recovering, soft and obedient.
Yan Sui washed him meticulously, occasionally pressing kisses to random spots on his face.
He helped Meng Ting up, dried him off, and carried him back to bed. Then he fetched a hairdryer to dry Meng Ting’s hair before finally starting to tidy himself up.
After regaining his senses, Meng Ting felt an uncontrollable weakness in his body. He didn’t want to move at all—the only thing still active were his eyes, which followed Yan Sui’s every movement. Only when Yan Sui left his line of sight would he tilt his head slightly to search for him.
Yan Sui finished sorting himself out and sat back on the edge of the bed, meeting Meng Ting’s gaze. He couldn’t help but smile before leaning down to kiss his lips again. “What do you want to eat? I’ll bring it up for you.”
Meng Ting used what little strength he had recovered to wrap his arms around Yan Sui’s neck. He tilted his head to think for a moment before saying, “I want that little noodle dish again. There was a female Ph.D. in my lab before—the noodles she made were so delicious…”
“Oh?” Yan Sui asked softly, a hint of doubt in his voice. It was the first time he had heard Meng Ting mention someone from his past life. Although he knew it was impossible, he still felt a pang of unease in his heart.
“She liked another female Ph.D. Whenever she had time, she would cook, and the rest of us could all have a bowl too.”
Meng Ting didn’t like the Meng family, but he didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards the others in the lab base. Although his interactions with them weren’t that frequent, their presence made him feel that the place wasn’t just another closed-off high school.
“I wonder if they’ll have the chance to meet again this time…” Meng Ting suddenly sounded a little worried.
The Meng family’s research facility had only grown to that scale after he arrived. Recently, many of the Meng family’s companies had gone bankrupt or shut down. Even if they hadn’t, those two might not have chosen the Meng family’s perfume company again.
“Did they get married?” Yan Sui asked again. If they really were fated, he and Meng Ting could always create an opportunity for them.
However, Meng Ting shook his head. “I don’t know. She only told me she liked her—she didn’t say whether she succeeded in pursuing her or not. Anyway, I was pretty happy as long as there were noodles to eat… What’s wrong?”
Meng Ting noticed Yan Sui’s brow twitch slightly. Could it be that they had actually gotten together, and he just hadn’t noticed?
Yan Sui suspected that the female Ph.D. had liked Meng Ting himself. Meng Ting couldn’t handle much spice—if she hadn’t been accommodating him, how could the noodles have suited his taste every time? But all of this was from their past lives, and there was no way to verify it now. It would be even more inexplicable to actually look into it.
He stood up, grabbed some clothes, and dressed Meng Ting before carrying him downstairs. After settling Meng Ting on the sofa, he finally spoke again. “Wait here, I’ll cook for you.”
Yan Sui wasn’t entirely sure what he was bothered by, but the fact that a woman had made Meng Ting remember her just because of a bowl of noodles still irked him slightly. This feeling was unreasonable, so he could only use the noodles he cooked to overwrite that layer of memory in Meng Ting’s mind.
Otherwise, every time Meng Ting ate noodles, he would think of that woman… Yes, that was it. He didn’t want Meng Ting to remember anyone other than him—even if they were people from his past life who had no connection to this one.
By the time Meng Ting came back to his senses, all he saw was Yan Sui’s retreating back.
He stared for a good while before turning his head and asking Yan Manjia, who had been ignored several times already, “What’s wrong with Yan Sui?”
Upon hearing this, Yan Manjia rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. She twisted her body slightly, and turned back, slightly speechless.
“You’d have to tell me what’s going on with you two first before I can analyze what’s wrong with Yan Sui.” How was she supposed to know if he just asked out of the blue?
Meng Ting thought it made sense, but then his cheeks flushed again. Nothing much had happened between him and Yan Sui—just indulged in some rather unrestrained lovemaking several times. “We… after we made love…”
Having said that, Meng Ting’s words flowed more smoothly. He continued, “Yan Sui asked me what I wanted to eat. I said I wanted noodles and mentioned someone who makes them really well. Then Yan Sui carried me downstairs and said he would cook for me…”
Upon hearing this, Yan Manjia’s old face also flushed slightly. She turned her gaze back to the TV and then gave Meng Ting the answer.
“What else could it be? He was jealous.”
Her expression and tone were calm, but inside, she was screaming. The words Meng Ting had just shared weren’t as pure as just sharing candy—they were practically showing off their love to death to an old lady like her.
“Oh…” Meng Ting replied, but then he became even more puzzled. “But why? I love Yan Sui the most.”
Yan Manjia felt she couldn’t stay in this living room any longer. She glanced back at Meng Ting’s confused yet sweet expression, feeling a bit amused and helpless. She pondered for a moment and said, “There’s no logic to a woman’s jealousy, and it’s the same for men. You just need to know that Yan Sui is jealous because he likes you.”
Meng Ting wholeheartedly agreed with this. He nodded and even praised Yan Manjia. “Mm, Auntie, you’re so smart.”
Yan Manjia’s gaze fell on Meng Ting’s neck, where the marks of their lovemaking hadn’t completely faded. Her own cheeks flushed slightly. She put down the remote and stood up. “I suddenly have an idea. I’m going to the studio. You keep watching.”
“Okay,” Meng Ting, not at all realizing that he had driven Yan Manjia away with their display of affection, nodded obediently and even added encouragement, “Auntie, jiayou.”
“Alright,” Yan Manjia replied. A sudden realization dawned on her—the reason Meng Ting and Yan Sui’s relationship was so strong was because Meng Ting was the key. It was his sincerity that had first touched Yan Sui’s heart, which no one else had ever managed to unlock.
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