All of Yan Sui’s idle thoughts dissipated, only to be stirred by the person before him; feelings awakened. Meng Ting was absolutely right; it was too much of a waste to spend such moments thinking of anything else. He should focus.
Yan Sui’s hand left Meng Ting’s soft hair, trailing down his nape and pulling his clothing apart. His kiss followed closely, leaving shallow marks behind, like individual imprints. They both enjoyed these passionate marks they left on each other.
Meng Ting’s body is particularly sensitive and youthful; he does not hide his reactions. He calls out softly, like a coquettish little kitten, making people’s hearts itch.
“Yan Sui, Yan Sui…”
Meng Ting didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do by calling Yan Sui, but he just wanted to call him. Word by word, as if he wanted to engrave this name into his soul. He thought it must be because Yan Sui’s name was so nice to hear; that’s why he acted like this.
“Mm, I’m…”
Yan Sui responded to Meng Ting’s soft call; his eyes were slightly red, but he was able to endure it. Logically speaking, this was not the first time they were so intimate; he shouldn’t be this anxious and restless. Yet, just like the previous nights, his self-control was once again on the verge of breaking down.
Yan Sui’s arm and chest muscles were slightly tense. He paused for a moment, trying to regain some of his rationality; he didn’t want to do something he would regret.
But at that moment, Meng Ting’s hands wrapped around him again. He could feel Yan Sui’s struggle to endure; the effort was becoming increasingly difficult. He kissed Yan Sui’s lips and, both shy and resolute, spoke his true feelings.
“Don’t hold back; I like it too.”
Yan Sui never felt satisfied each time; how could Meng Ting not notice? He was happy for Yan Sui’s thoughtfulness, but tonight he also wanted to indulge him. Just as Yan Sui didn’t want him to get hurt, seeing Yan Sui happy made him feel happy too.
Upon hearing those words, Yan Sui’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and the sweat on his forehead increased. When he met Meng Ting’s gaze, the rationality he had just managed to rein in instantly crumbled.
The patient foreplay continued. After making sure that Meng Ting was ready, Yan Sui could no longer restrain himself, nor did he want to.
Soft moans and gasps intertwined into a melody, and even the light in the room grew ambiguous.
The two-meter-wide bed was left in disarray by the two of them, the battlefield of their contest extending from the room to the bathroom. In short, it was a sleepless night that was both exhausting and intoxicating, a series of passionate battles one after another. When a man who has been suppressed finally erupts, it can be quite terrifying.
Meng Ting tried his best to cooperate, but with differing positions, no matter how strong his stamina, he ultimately found himself begging for mercy.
Although he wasn’t in such a severe state as to pass out, after all this tossing, he was completely unable to move. Yan Sui pulled Meng Ting out of the bathtub and carried him back to the room. His cheeks and even his body had a faint flush, and his expression was dazed. He was still trapped in the afterglow of excessive excitement, unable to extricate himself.
It was rare for Yan Sui to feel satisfied, and this time he was even more considerate. He placed Meng Ting on the sofa, then called customer service. The attendant brought clean bedding, but he didn’t need them to come in; he tidied up the bed himself before carefully carrying Meng Ting back again.
After that, he checked his body and applied the medicine with much more skill than in previous times.
He lay back down on the bed and gently embraced the person. Unable to contain the joy and satisfaction within him, he kissed Meng Ting’s forehead.
Meng Ting had already closed his eyes on the sofa to recover his strength. He shifted his body slightly to lean closer to Yan Sui, his eyelashes fluttering gently, yet he still couldn’t open his eyes. He murmured softly, “Good night.”
“Good night,” Yan Sui replied, rubbing his chin against Meng Ting’s hair before closing his eyes as well.
***
After a long night of tossing and turning, Meng Ting slept until nine in the morning. As he groggily tried to open his eyes, he heard Yan Sui’s voice, “You have a fever. We’re not going out today. Let’s have some breakfast first. If you want to sleep, go ahead. I’ll stay with you.”
Yan Sui woke up around eight o’clock and then noticed that Meng Ting had a slight fever. He made a couple of phone calls, and the staff had already brought the medicine. Seeing that Meng Ting was sleeping soundly, he couldn’t bring himself to wake him and stayed in bed with him instead.
Of course, the medicine was topical, and Meng Ting couldn’t take any antipyretics, which made Yan Sui feel even more guilty.
Meng Ting closed his eyes for a while longer before fully opening them. He reached out from under the covers to touch his cheek and forehead, then sought out Yan Sui’s hand, holding it tightly before he spoke.
“I’m fine, just need to rest a bit more…”
There was a hint of unmistakable hoarseness in his voice. He spoke more slowly, and his face gradually turned red——not from fever, but from recalling some overly intense scenes. He met Yan Sui’s gaze, blinked, and then extended his other hand as well.
“I want to go to the bathroom.”
But before he had a chance to pull back the blanket, Yan Sui had already taken action. He picked up Meng Ting, his eyes sweeping over some marks on the side of his neck, and his gaze deepened uncontrollably. After that, Meng Ting had no opportunity to handle his own needs; it was all Yan Sui helping him with his morning routine.
Yan Sui kissed Meng Ting’s flushed cheeks and then carried the person to the only sofa in the room.
“You can’t take medicine, but you still need to see a doctor; only then will I feel at ease. I’ll let him in.”
In the living room outside this suite, a private doctor had been waiting for half an hour. Yan Sui was worried that Meng Ting might resist, so he wanted to inform him first before letting him in.
Meng Ting nodded, then continued to gulp down water from his cup. He had overstrained his voice last night, and it still hadn’t recovered, producing a rather strange sound that could easily let one’s imagination run wild.
The doctor who entered was a Caucasian man. He first measured the temperature, then used the stethoscope to listen to Meng Ting’s chest a few times. Finally, he asked him to open his mouth wide. After a thorough examination, he began to communicate with Yan Sui in F Country’s language.
The general meaning is that Meng Ting is fine; if he takes medicine, he will recover faster, and if he doesn’t take medicine, a good rest for at most two days will also suffice.
As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept toward Meng Ting, whose collar had been pulled open, revealing marks that even someone with a thousand degrees of nearsightedness should have noticed. Without needing to think much, he understood how intense the previous night’s events had been for the two of them. Then, he was blocked from view by Yan Sui, who turned to the side.
“Ahem,” he coughed lightly a couple of times. He then went over some precautions before finally reminding Yan Sui to pay attention to his propriety before leaving.
Meng Ting raised his eyes to look at Yan Sui, who had turned around, and naturally extended his hands. Then he was embraced by Yan Sui.
Actually, he didn’t really need to be held all the time, but he could tell that Yan Sui quite enjoyed holding him. He felt a bit uncomfortable, but since it was mutual, there was no need to get tangled up in it.
Meng Ting finished the plain congee he was fed, and then he was carried back to the bed in the room.
Yan Sui rubbed Meng Ting’s hair and said, “Last night was my fault.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Ting paused, his expression dimming as he lowered his gaze. He grabbed Yan Sui’s hand and played with it. His voice was still carrying a hint of hoarseness, though it was better than when he had just woken up. “Do you regret it?”
“I… seduced you, and now you regret it, so you say it was bad?”
Meng Ting wasn’t sure if he used ‘seduced’ correctly, but he believed he conveyed the general idea. Last night, Yan Sui had shown restraint; it was his own inability to hold back that led to the two of them losing control. If anyone should feel bad, it should be him.
Yan Sui let out a soft sigh upon hearing this. Instead of sitting on the stool by the bed, he got up, sat on the bed, and then leaned down to embrace Meng Ting. He tilted his head slightly and kissed Meng Ting’s earlobe before finally responding to him.
“No regrets.”
Last night remained an unforgettable night for him——beautiful beyond measure. They were in perfect harmony, their bodies and minds entwined, their souls trembling in unison. How could he possibly regret such a thing?
Right now, he should be feeling distressed, distressed for Meng Ting, who can’t afford to be sick and has fallen ill because of this.
“That’s good,” Meng Ting breathed a sigh of relief as he hugged Yan Sui back, gently stroking his back.
“I want you to be happy; if you’re happy, then I’m happy too.”
The reason was simple, but it was also so simple that it made people feel moved.
After a moment of thought, Meng Ting added sullenly, “Don’t blame yourself, and don’t be unhappy, okay?”
“Okay,” Yan Sui replied, then slightly lifted his body and kissed Meng Ting’s lips. A smile spread out from the corners of his eyes and mouth——the kind of smile that was warmed by Meng Ting.
The kiss was light and gentle, like Yan Sui’s hand lightly brushed through his hair, so comfortable that it made him drowsy. Soon he really closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.
***
At two in the afternoon, Meng Ting woke up, and Yan Sui took his temperature again; he was no longer feverish, and he looked quite spirited. However, whether he went to the living room or the bathroom, he was still carried by Yan Sui.
The two were inseparable——as if they were glued together at all times.
Meng Ting had really slept too long; waking up at this time, even with Yan Sui coaxing him, he just couldn’t fall back asleep. Yan Sui took off Meng Ting’s clothes again, confirming that he could indeed walk without any issue, before he was willing to take him for a stroll near the hotel.
As the two stepped out of the elevator, they were greeted by a blond, blue-eyed man in a suit who was about the same height as Yan Sui. When he saw Yan Sui, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and those eyes were particularly attractive.
There were passing guests around who wanted to take a photo of him, but they were immediately stopped by the staff.
“Yan, I was just about to look for you,” he said, his gaze shifting to Meng Ting and his smile widened a bit more. “Meng Xi?”
“It’s Meng Ting,” Yan Sui corrected him, and then introduced Meng Ting, “Ashe[mfn]艾希 (ài xī): T/N: The previous translator translate this as Ash, but when I search for 艾希, what I found is Ashe, The Frost Archer of League of Legends. I like this name better, so I opted to translate it as Ashe. 
[/mfn], my friend, just like Gu Lang and the others.”
“Hello,” Meng Ting greeted in Xia’s language. Since Ashe and Yan Sui knew each other well, there was no reason he couldn’t understand this phrase.
“Meng Meng, hello.” He still couldn’t pronounce the ‘ting‘ sound, so he directly replaced his name with a reduplication, but his accent still carried a hint of Western influence, making this ‘Meng Meng’ sound just like ‘Meng Meng'[mfn]孟孟聽起來就和“萌萌”一樣 (mèng mèng tīng qǐ lái jiù hé “méng méng” yī yàng): T/N: The first Meng [孟 (mèng)] is Meng Ting’s surname; while the second Meng [萌 (méng)] could mean (ACG) moe: feelings of affection towards a fictional character; (Internet slang, by extension) cute; adorable. Like the word ‘selling cuteness’ 賣萌 (mài méng), (neologism, typically of a young girl, cute animal, etc.) to act cute; to play innocent.[/mfn].
“Where are you going?” After the greeting, Ashe immediately switched back to the language of F country, looking visibly relieved, clearly finding the language of Huaxia[mfn]華夏 (Huá xià): (poetic, historical) Huaxia (the land of Chinese culture, particularly in ancient historical contexts, as distinguished from non-Chinese barbarians). Huaxia is a historical concept representing the Chinese nation, and came from the self-awareness of a common cultural ancestry by the various confederations of pre-Qin ethnic ancestors of Han people.[/mfn] not easy.
“I originally wanted to take Meng Ting for a stroll nearby,” he said, tilting his head to look at Meng Ting, as if he wanted to discuss something, but Ashe immediately stopped him.
He took off his suit jacket and tossed it to an assistant beside him, all the while continuing to speak.
“It’s still early for dinner; I’ll accompany you for a walk. I’m familiar with this area, so I can show you around.”
Yan Sui glanced at him, then turned to Meng Ting and said a few words before nodding.
Seeing Yan Sui nod, his smile grew even wider. “Let’s go, let’s go, this way.” He seemed even more eager to have fun than Yan Sui and Meng Ting.
Once they were out of the hotel, he didn’t wait for Yan Sui to ask; he spoke up on his own.
“I don’t want to get married; my mom and dad are just too annoying.” It turns out he came to the hotel so early, not because of Yan Sui and Meng Ting but to meet a lady at the restaurant. “She’s so annoying. I’ve already told her I don’t like her, yet she still got my mom to ask me to meet her.”
“Yan, Meng Meng, just let me tag along.”
He put on a pitiful look, completely losing the elite demeanor he had when they first met, now just a big boy throwing a tantrum.
Yan Sui glanced at him, still holding onto Meng Ting, who still hadn’t figured out what to say, and continued walking, which could be considered as tacitly allowing him to join.
“If they keep pushing me, I’m going to go to Xia Country with you guys.”
He muttered a couple of words, not entirely out of anger; he really was considering that idea. The woman waiting for him at the hotel had a family background similar to his own. She was insistent, and he couldn’t shake her off in the short term. Yet he didn’t want to compromise by marrying someone he didn’t like.
“Come when you want; just don’t keep talking about it.” Yan Sui knew a bit about his situation; he had been away from Country F for the past few days, probably to avoid her. However, his recent return meant he would soon find himself entangled once more.
“This way, this way!” He smiled and immediately started to make a fuss. “There’s nothing fun on that pedestrian street; the flea market over here is much more interesting, and right now is the liveliest time.”
Yan Sui paused for a moment, then took Meng Ting’s hand and followed Ashe.
The flea market was behind winding alleys, and it took them about twenty minutes to get there, even with Ashe’s familiarity with the route.
Before they had even arrived, they could hear the bustling sounds——vendors calling out, music playing, and cheers echoing——as if the entire city had squeezed into this spot. There were plenty of tourists like them; in short, it was a very interesting place.
Yan Sui glanced at Meng Ting, and, seeing no signs of discomfort on his face, continued to hold his hand and walk on.
Ashe was almost as chatty as Zhen Han, chattering away in a mix of languages. Occasionally, Meng Ting could understand a word or two, but influenced by Ashe’s enthusiasm, his curiosity was piqued.
As they wandered, touching and observing, they found it quite enjoyable.
“What are they doing up ahead?”
A crowd was blocking the path, making the already narrow road even more cramped.
Neither Yan Sui nor Ashe could be considered short, but that was back in their home country; abroad, being two meters tall was quite common. As the vanguard, Ashe squeezed in first to take a look, and it took him quite a while to get back out.
“Passersby is having a dance battle with a street dancer. So cool!”
Yan Sui and Meng Ting hadn’t yet decided whether to go watch as well when the people behind them started pushing forward. They had no choice but to move forward.
With Yan Sui protecting him, Meng Ting wasn’t too badly jostled. They finally made it to the front, where they could see the lively and exciting dance battle.
It was clear that Meng Ting couldn’t dance, and he couldn’t appreciate it much either, but he had no problem clapping along. Although there wasn’t much of a smile on his face, his clapping looked genuinely enthusiastic.
Suddenly, a passerby dancer appeared with a red rose in hand. As he danced, he unexpectedly came right in front of Meng Ting. Before Meng Ting could react, the dancer shoved the rose into his hand and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. Then he turned around and continued dancing.
His actions were completely unexpected for Meng Ting, but the reactions of those around, including Ashe, were rather indifferent. Yan Sui glanced at the rose in Meng Ting’s hand, wanting him to throw it away, but ultimately kept silent.
Meng Ting unconsciously sniffed the rose; it was fresh and clean. He gently turned it around, noticing that the dancer was still busy with his performance, deciding to return it later.
The sudden flower offering made the atmosphere more lively. The dancer’s gaze occasionally swept over Meng Ting, and then he met Yan Sui’s warning look. He smiled and bowed slightly, signaling the end of the dance battle.
As for victory and defeat, everyone has their own opinions, and there’s no need to voice them or impose them on others.
However, as the crowd dispersed, some headed north, some south, and for a moment, it became even more crowded.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
Before Meng Ting could turn around, the person who had just finished dancing and was drenched in sweat walked over to him. Meng Ting glanced at him and threw the rose back, saying, “I don’t want your rose.”
After saying that, he turned around and saw what looked like Yan Sui being pushed away in the crowd. He hurriedly followed after him.
The dancer picked up the fallen rose, his expression one of disappointment. He wiped his sweat and forced a smile; it was not easy to fall in love with someone at first sight, only to find out the person was already taken.
He waited until the crowd thinned out a bit before moving, but after just a couple of steps, he was blocked by someone.
“Have you seen the person you gave the rose to earlier?”
Ashe grabbed the young dancer’s hand, looking anxious, while Yan Sui beside him had a completely dark expression.
He was trying to clear a path for Meng Ting ahead, but as soon as he turned around, the person who had been behind him suddenly vanished without a trace.
He searched all the way here but first spotted Ashe waiting outside for them, and there wasn’t a trace of Meng Ting in sight. The two of them immediately turned back to look for him. When they saw this person, they naturally couldn’t miss the chance to ask him.
He was still holding the rose that Meng Ting had just returned to him, so he naturally couldn’t say he hadn’t seen him.
He glanced at Yan Sui, his brows furrowing slightly. “He returned my flower, then went to find you in a hurry.”
“What, did he ditch you?”
His questioning tone sounds very unpleasant, but right now Yan Sui was more worried about Meng Ting and had no intention of arguing with him. He looked at Ashe and said, “You go south; I’ll go north. Let’s keep in touch by phone.”
“Right, the phone!” Ashe slapped his thigh as if he just remembered.
But Yan Sui shook his head. “He didn’t bring it; his phone is charging in the hotel.”
Yan Sui never expected that he would lose the person when bringing Meng Ting out; otherwise, he would have made sure Meng Ting brought his phone along.
Now wasn’t the time to assign blame. He and Ashe nodded at each other and continued the search.
The man Meng Ting was following walked quickly. He was jostled and barely managed to keep up. When he reached a corner, he instinctively took two steps back. The person he was following turned around, gave Meng Ting a warning glance, and then continued on his way.
“That’s not Yan Sui…” Meng Ting said, suddenly turning around to look around. The crowded street situation had not improved, and aside from a few particularly noticeable Huaxia people, there was no sign of Yan Sui.
He turned back to look at the figure that was about to disappear but felt strangely familiar, and without hesitation, he followed again.
However, this time, he didn’t follow openly; instead, he carefully trailed behind him.
However, that person’s level of alertness exceeded Meng Tang’s expectations. He suddenly turned around, locked eyes with Meng Ting, and noticed him.
He leaned against the wall of an alley, waiting for Meng Ting to approach. He dared to do this because he was sure there was no one else around Meng Ting, and he could easily shake him off and leave safely. Besides, it was clear that Meng Ting had no ill intentions.
“Why are you following me?”
“I mistook you for someone else at first,” Meng Tang didn’t approach too closely, although he felt that the person in front of him not only resembled Yan Sui from behind but also looked about seventy to eighty percent like him. It was very likely that this was the person Yan Sui and Aunt Manjia had been searching for decades.
“My name is Meng Ting. I got married to Yan Sui in July, the Yan Sui from Haicheng. Do you know him?”
The man sized up Meng Ting, his expression shifting from relaxed to guarded, then back to relaxed again. He had a stubble on his face, yet still looked handsome and charismatic. His fingers moved slightly, as if he was not used to not having a cigarette in hand.
“I don’t know.”
He looked at Meng Ting, seemingly lost in thought, his brows furrowing, but it wasn’t the kind of frown that indicated impatience. “Don’t follow me anymore.”
Meng Ting stared at him, then slowly nodded. “Okay.”
Meng Ting’s obedience took him by surprise. He glanced at him again and continued into the alley.
Meng Ting stood in the alley for quite a while before turning back to look for Yan Sui. At his age, he didn’t think getting lost was a serious matter, but both Yan Sui and Ashe were almost going crazy.
Especially as the sky gradually darkened, both of them were ready to call the police.
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神情恍惚 (shén qíng huǎng hū): be in a trance; have a wandering eye; confused and uneasy.想入非非 (xiǎng rù fēi fēi): to indulge in fantastical thoughts; to daydream; to indulge in fantasy (idiom); to let one’s imagination run wild; allow one’s fancy to run wild; spin a fantasy; indulge in wild daydreams; go off into wild flights of fancy; the mind enters an illusory realm and is completely divorced from reality, and it also refers to random thoughts.
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