Meng Ting said it would take ten minutes, but in fact, he finished in less than eight minutes. By the time Ye Yilan was done, he had just spent ten minutes in the perfumery room. He walked to Yan Sui’s side and bent down again, “We can go home now.”
Yan Sui tilted his face upon hearing this, and Meng Ting naturally kissed the side of his turned face. Then, he consciously kissed the other side of his face as well. His eyes were bright, as if asking Yan Sui where else he wanted him to kiss.
Just as Yan Sui’s gaze barely returned to normal, Meng Ting’s lips were already pressed against his. He whispered, “Did you miss me?” Is that why you wanted me to kiss you so much?
Yan Sui was taken aback for a moment, then reached out to embrace him. He kissed Meng Ting’s lips in return and said, “I missed you.”
As long as Meng Ting is out of his sight, he can’t help but miss him. Coming to the laboratory, looking at him through the window, he seems to still miss him. At this moment, holding him in his arms, his longing finally comes to fruition.
Meng Ting squinted his eyes upon hearing this, but instead of sitting up straight, he continued to push Yan Sui against the back of the sofa. Then, he rubbed his cheek against him again and again. He leaned close to Yan Sui’s ear and whispered, “So, do you still want me to kiss you?”
If Yan Sui wanted, Meng Ting would still be willing to continue kissing him.
Yan Sui gently rubbed Meng Ting’s hair, “Let’s go home and kiss.”
“Okay,” Meng Ting replied, staring at Yan Sui’s profile, and then leaned in to give him another quick kiss before getting up and stepping back, allowing Yan Sui to rise. He smiled, as kissing Yan Sui was always a happy thing for him.
Yan Sui stood up, held Meng Ting’s hand, and the two of them walked out together. The four assistants who were still busy in the perfumery room only dared to lift their heads then, but each one of them had a bit of a blush; they were almost blinded by the scene.
Moreover, it is foreseeable that one of their daily routines in the future will be being fed dog food.
***
Yan Manjia received the perfume from Meng Ting and was quite happy. When she learned that the perfume was named after her, if Meng Ting hadn’t hidden behind Yan Sui, she would have wanted to give him a big hug and then kiss him a few more times.
Yan Sui directly took Meng Ting away from Yan Manjia’s sight; otherwise, it would have been hard to resist her enthusiasm. However, as soon as he and Meng Ting returned to their room, Meng Ting pounced on him and kissed him.
Meng Ting hasn’t forgotten a single word they said in the lab; they are going to continue kissing as soon as they get home.
Meng Ting was initially very eager to kiss, but with Yan Sui holding him and letting him do as he pleased, he also slowed down. He meticulously kissed Yan Sui’s face all over before finally resting his head on Yan Sui’s shoulder, saying, “I won’t let auntie kiss me, I’ll kiss you.”
He said, taking hold of Yan Sui’s hand that was resting on his waist, and pulled him onto the sofa in the room. He sat down, his expression turning serious, “That perfume is very suitable for Auntie, so I used her name. I haven’t finished the one I want to give you yet.”
When it comes to intimacy and being irreplaceable, Yan Sui is always at the top of the list, even ahead of himself. “If you’re jealous, just be jealous for a while, don’t let it last too long, and don’t be cold towards me.”
Yan Sui smiled helplessly when he heard this. He reached out and hugged Meng Ting tightly in his arms, then let out a soft ‘Mm’.
Meng Ting did not feel wrong; he indeed had a slight inability to control his jealousy. But it wasn’t jealousy towards Yan Manjia. It was because Meng Ting was starting to have his own career, becoming more charming and dazzling. It was foreseeable how eye-catching and sought-after he would be in the future.
He felt a little uneasy, but he definitely did not have any intention of being cold towards Meng Ting.
Meng Ting leaned on Yan Sui’s shoulder, his hands tightly holding onto him as well. He could sense that Yan Sui’s emotions were somewhat off, but he could only think of what he had said before.
He thought for a moment and then reassured the person again, “I like you, like you the most, like you the most, most… I like you the most, many, many times.”
Yan Sui lowered his gaze and looked down, Meng Ting repeated, “I love you, only you.”
At most, he only had a little bit of affection for Yan Manjia; his heart was filled entirely with Yan Sui—with a lot of affection, a lot of love. However, the vast majority of that affection and love couldn’t be conveyed to Yan Sui in words, and Meng Ting was also a bit troubled by this.
Yan Sui’s hand fell on Meng Ting’s chin, gently lifting it up. Then he lowered his head and kissed him. He lingered on Meng Ting’s lips for a while before he probed his teeth and entered, capturing the softest part and dancing with it.
Meng Ting should be dazzling, should be pursued by many, and he just needs to stand stronger by his side, to possess all of him more domineeringly. Only he has this qualification, the qualification to be allowed and accepted by Meng Ting. He shouldn’t feel uneasy, but should feel honored instead.
Yan Sui’s kisses grew deeper and more passionate, and he lifted Meng Ting’s chin, not allowing any retreat.
Meng Ting endured the passionate kiss, sometimes feeling breathless, sometimes feeling a tingling sensation at the root of his tongue, but he didn’t show any signs of resistance. Instead, he felt at ease; this was how it should be. His Yan Sui should be this passionate towards him.
Yan Sui let go of the person, and Meng Ting instinctively chased after him, pecking at him a couple of times before he finally started to breathe steadily.
Meng Ting’s gaze slowly lowered, looking at a certain part of Yan Sui’s body that was quite prominent, “Actually, I’m not particularly hungry either. How about we…”
“What?” Yan Sui gently patted Meng Ting’s back, trying to calm his suddenly overwhelming desire.
“How about we… roll around first?” Meng Ting said, pointing to the bed. He was very pleased to use the new term he had learned. “Auntie Manjia said that making love is also called rolling around in bed. Should we roll around?”
Yan Sui didn’t respond, so Meng Ting pulled him up. They sat down on the edge of the bed, and Meng Ting flopped onto the bed with Yan Sui, then rolled around with him, seemingly finding it very amusing. He rolled a couple more times in the opposite direction.
“Roll around? I also want to.”
After that night on Zhen Han’s birthday, he and Yan Sui hadn’t rolled around for two days. On Saturday night, it was because they had overdone it the day before, and last night, it was because he had to go to the lab today. But Yan Sui goes to work every day too, and Yan Sui didn’t mind, so he didn’t mind either.
“Are you only going to roll with me only once or twice a week from now on?” Meng Ting, seeing Yan Sui still hesitating, puffed his cheeks in frustration. Then, he was silenced by another passionate kiss from Yan Sui, who covered his teasing lips.
Meng Ting showed no hesitation in expressing his interest in such matters, and Yan Sui had no resistance to Meng Ting. The final outcome was naturally as Meng Ting wished, rolling around in bed. Meng Ting was highly cooperative, and after one round, his physical strength was almost exhausted. However, Yan Sui only then began to find some enjoyment in it. Meng Ting always doubted his enthusiasm, which left Yan Sui feeling helpless. He thought it was time to show Meng Ting through actions rather than words.
Once wasn’t enough; he did it again and again. He completely drained all of Meng Ting’s stamina before finally letting him go.
Meng Ting directly slept for two hours, then Yan Sui coaxed him to eat something, and then he went back to sleep. It was only when he woke up the next day that he fully recovered his strength.
Yan Manjia and Nanny Wang both thought that Meng Ting was just too tired from working in the lab, but only Zhen Han felt that it was probably because of Yan Sui. There was still a big difference between a satisfied man and an unsatisfied man.
But from then until Saturday, Meng Ting was really very busy and tired. On the first day, it was because Yan Sui had accompanied him for most of the day that he saved some energy to roll in the sheets when he got back. At other times, apart from the half-hour he spent eating lunch, he was engaged in various adjustments and experiments.
He really hit the nail on the head himself; he only gave Yan Sui a chance to roll once or twice a week. After returning home and having dinner, around eight o’clock, Meng Ting would lie in Yan Sui’s arms and fall asleep. This had been the case for four or five consecutive days.
Yan Sui felt sorry for Meng Ting, so there was no way he would wake him up for his own selfish desires. He was still kind and gentle towards Meng Ting, but not so much towards other people. Although it wasn’t as severe as venting his anger, his expression made it clear that he was not in the mood to talk. Even Yan Manjia wanted to avoid Yan Sui.
***
At five o’clock on Saturday afternoon, when Yan Sui arrived at the lab and hadn’t seen Meng Ting yet, he heard a burst of cheers.
“Finally figured it out, Master is truly amazing!”
The problem that had been troubling Meng Ting for nearly a week was finally resolved, and everyone busy in the lab was very happy, including Meng Ting.
“You’ve all worked hard too. You don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so make sure to rest well.”
“Yes!”
“Got it, Master!”
In another place, no one would listen to Meng Ting’s words, but in the laboratory, what he said was authoritative.
After this week, the enthusiasm and admiration of his four assistants not only did not fade, but became even stronger. Even Ma Jili and Cheng Guang, who were originally a little awkward, were convinced from the bottom of their hearts.
Meng Ting sat down in the spot next to his perfume-making table, a place he rarely occupied. He raised his hand to rub his temples, but a pair of familiar hands pressed down first. Meng Ting’s eyes opened briefly, then closed again.
“You’ve come.”
“Mm,” Yan Sui replied, continuing to massage Meng Ting.
Confirming that Meng Ting was feeling better, Yan Sui finally let go of his hand, then helped him up, took him to the changing room to change clothes, and only then did the two of them leave the laboratory together.
As soon as Meng Ting got into the car, he automatically leaned into Yan Sui’s arms, but his gaze kept glancing at Yan Sui. He felt that something was a bit off, though he didn’t know what exactly was strange.
Moreover, Meng Ting was indeed a bit tired, so he planned to ponder for a while longer. But if he still couldn’t figure it out, he decided to just ask Yan Sui directly.
They returned home, and Nanny Wang had prepared a sumptuous dinner. Meng Ting ate his fill. After he and Yan Sui came back from their walk, he felt somewhat sleepy again, but with the questions still lingering on his mind, he couldn’t sleep soundly despite his physical state. Leaning in Yan Sui’s embrace, he softly asked a question.
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem very happy today.”
On the other side, Yan Manjia and Zhen Han, who were also watching TV on the sofa, simultaneously rolled their eyes. Yan Sui had been in this state since around Wednesday, but Meng Ting only noticed it now.
He is so dense; just thinking about it makes them feel sorry for Yan Sui.
“Who made you angry?” Meng Ting asked sincerely again, then he gently rubbed Yan Sui’s chest with concern, “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.”
Yan Sui’s expression showed no sign of softening. He lowered his gaze to meet Meng Ting’s eyes. Suddenly, Meng Ting had an epiphany, then, still very puzzled, he mumbled, “Me? But how could I possibly make you angry? I’m the most well-behaved.”
However, Yan Sui’s gaze showed no sign of moving away. Meng Ting slowly sat up, but he still couldn’t think of anything he had done to make Yan Sui angry. These past few days, he had been busy with perfume-making in the lab, spending the rest of his time with Yan Sui, and then just sleeping.
He completely lost track of time, or rather, he didn’t notice Yan Sui’s state at all during those times when he was too focused or too tired.
“Yan Sui, you need to tell me so I can change. If you don’t say it, I won’t be able to think of anything.”
Meng Ting’s voice softened a bit; Yan Sui was angry because of him, which made him feel guilty and confused.
Yan Sui still didn’t say anything. He pulled Meng Ting back into his arms, then picked him up. He nodded to Yan Manjia and Zhen Han, then continued to walk upstairs with him in his arms.
Even though Yan Manjia and Zhen Han are considered family, he still cannot educate Meng Ting in front of them.
Meng Ting was obediently carried away, and he didn’t feel much sense of crisis. He knew that Yan Sui couldn’t bear to leave him; even if he was angry with him, he still couldn’t bear to leave him. At this moment, this became clear to him naturally.
Yan Sui carried Meng Ting all the way to the bed. Once Meng Ting was seated properly, Yan Sui wrapped his arms around him before finally speaking.
“You like perfumery, I don’t oppose it, but the premise is that you can’t wear yourself out because of it. Tell me, have you been worn out these past few days?”
Meng Ting reflected on it for a moment, then shook his head honestly, “Not bad.”
But the next moment, he locked his arms around Yan Sui’s neck again, “I know, you’re feeling distressed for me, but I’m really not exhausted.”
He now only works in the lab during the day, eats well on weekdays, and rests at night, which is completely different from the intensity of his previous work.
Meng Ting more or less understood why Yan Sui was unhappy. He freed his foot from Yan Sui’s embrace and continued to hold him. He tried to reason with him, “You also work every day. I’m the same as you. I won’t get worn out.”
“Yan Sui, are you still angry?” Meng Ting raised his eyes and looked at him pitifully. As if he thought his words weren’t enough to please him, he clung to Yan Sui, kissing and nuzzling him, being excessively clingy. After thinking for a moment, he started mentioning Yan Sui’s faults again, trying to balance things out between them.
“Look… if I hadn’t taken the initiative that day, we wouldn’t even been intimate this week. You promised you wouldn’t be cold to me.”
Meng Ting had ignored him for a whole week, yet he still blamed Yan Sui for not being proactive. But Meng Ting really didn’t think it was his fault; he had fallen asleep, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was Yan Sui who hadn’t woken him up.
The more Yan Sui listened to Meng Ting’s words, the more the veins on his forehead throbbed, unable to contain themselves. Ironically, his concern for the person had turned into him actively being cold towards Meng Ting.
“This isn’t good…” Meng Ting emphasized again, his cheeks slightly puffed out, and his little temper became even more pronounced.
Yan Sui really couldn’t argue with Meng Ting. He lowered his head, bit Meng Ting’s earlobe, and gently ground his teeth. Feeling the slight tremor in his body, he finally felt a bit relieved. “Don’t even think about begging for mercy later.”
Meng Ting was still hesitating whether to respond to Yan Sui’s words when his other sensitive spot, his Adam’s apple, was once again caught by Yan Sui.
His cheeks and body quickly flushed, but his legs still firmly locked around Yan Sui’s waist, and his hands helped Yan Sui take off his clothes, although most of the time they was still more of a hindrance than a help.
After the first time, Yan Sui didn’t let the person go and did it again. At first, Meng Ting was still willing to cooperate and didn’t beg for mercy.
But Yan Sui was too familiar with Meng Ting’s body; even if he didn’t get straight to the point, he could still drive Meng Ting to the brink of madness. Meng Ting couldn’t hold out for long and abandoned his previous decision. “Yan Sui, Yan Sui… no more.”
His voice carried a hoarse and tearful tone, completely unable to control his body’s involuntary reactions. He continued to plead tremulously, “I was wrong, I was wrong…”
“I shouldn’t make excuses, I shouldn’t reason…”
Yan Sui is angry. He should have just coaxed him; he absolutely shouldn’t have reasoned with him. Now he’s really pissed off…
Meng Ting was left in a daze, on the verge of going mad, and the instigator, Yan Sui, was actually feeling the same way; he just didn’t express it in words like Meng Ting did. His kisses fell one after another on Meng Ting’s forehead and eyes.
“Actually, I was the one who got it wrong…” He was waiting for Meng Ting to notice that he had neglected someone, but it would be better for him to find a sense of presence himself.
He picked the person up and held him against his body, and only then did he feel relieved. However, the person in his arms was stimulated to the point of convulsing slightly.
Yan Sui continued to kiss away the tears from the corners of Meng Ting’s eyes, his previous coldness gone. He stroked Meng Ting along his spine to comfort him.
But at this moment, Meng Ting was still very sensitive; any part of his body that was touched would continue to cause slight tremors. Only after these tremors completely subsided did Yan Sui carry Meng Ting to the bathroom for a bath. Once Meng Ting had calmed down, he still looked at Yan Sui somewhat cautiously.
Only when he was sure that Yan Sui was no longer willing to torment him did he finally took the initiative to lean into his embrace, but still didn’t want to lift a finger.
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身體力行 (shēn tǐ lì xíng): to practice what one preaches (idiom); to set an example by personally taking part; earnestly practise what one advocates/preaches; put what one preaches into practice; live by what one advocates/preaches; generally used to express hard work and personal experience.一語中的 (yī yǔ zhòng dì): to hit the mark with a single comment; to hit the mark with a comment (idiom); to say sth spot on; hit the nail on the head; get straight to the point; be spot on; say it in one word; hit the mark; to hit the nail on the head in one sentence.
和顏悅色 (hé yán yuè sè): amiable and cheerful countenance; amiable manner; pleasant countenance; with a pleasant countenance; with a kind expression; with a friendly demeanor; mildly; amiable; affable; genial; amiable and joyful look; a amiable complexion, describing a gentle and friendly attitude.
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