Yan Sui, Meng Ting, Yan Yu, and Yan Manjia—the four of them returned to Haicheng together. Xiao Huimin and Ning Zhou flew directly to Beicheng. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to accompany Meng Ting home; rather, with Meng Ting’s birthday approaching, there were many arrangements to be made in Beicheng.
“Is Dad He’s leg alright?” After getting off the plane, Meng Ting felt completely at ease. He leaned into Yan Sui’s embrace, reflecting carefully on the events of the past few days. He realized just how fortunate he was—Yan Sui loved him, and he also had many elders and family members who liked him.
Of course, the more he thought about it, the more he realized how much trouble he had caused this time. While he was happy, he also felt a little worried.
“It’s fine. If there were any issues, Dr. Gu Li wouldn’t have allowed him to come,” Yan Sui reassured. If Gu Li hadn’t approved, Yan Yu wouldn’t have permitted it either.
Meng Ting trusted Yan Sui’s words implicitly. He nodded, then exhaled. He looked out the window, then snuggled back into Yan Sui’s embrace. “We’re almost home.”
A faint smile curled at Yan Sui’s lips at his words. He murmured, “Yes, we’re home.”
Meng Ting hadn’t meant much by his words, but Yan Sui’s lowered tone made his ears burn uncontrollably. He touched his earlobe, then glanced at Yan Sui’s. Shifting slightly, he caught Yan Sui’s earlobe between his teeth.
He gave it a gentle nip before releasing it. Satisfied to see it redden as he’d intended, Meng Ting settled back and obediently nestled into Yan Sui’s embrace again.
Yan Sui, however, couldn’t help but take a deep breath, his chest and arm muscles tensing involuntarily.
Meng Ting felt uncomfortable and rubbed Yan Sui’s chest and arms, but the more he rubbed, the stiffer they became. He gave up, feeling a bit dejected. Perhaps he hadn’t yet mastered the skill of massaging someone comfortably.
“Don’t move,” Yan Sui whispered into Meng Ting’s ear. His hands, restraining Meng Ting, tightened. It was a contradiction—the more he restrained himself, the harder it was to let go of Meng Ting; the more he endured, the fiercer the flames burned.
“I’ll be good. I won’t move,” Meng Ting murmured in agreement, staying perfectly still except for the flutter of his eyelids.
Obviously, it should have taken only ten minutes to reach the Yan residence, but Meng Ting’s intentional and unintentional provocations made those ten minutes feel excruciatingly long.
After getting out of the car, Yan Sui pulled Meng Ting inside, his steps somewhat urgent. Meng Ting watched. As they neared the room door, he suddenly realized, “Yan Sui, you’re so good. I said I wanted to continue kissing when we got home, and you…”
Yan Sui lowered his head and bit Meng Ting’s lip, then pushed open the room door and gently closed it.
After thoroughly claiming Meng Ting’s mouth, he finally replied, “I remember. But it’s not enough.” How could mere kissing be enough to quench the fire Meng Ting had ignited?
“Oh,” Meng Ting understood, his entire body softening in compliance. He had never been averse to such intimacy, and even more so now. This was his and Yan Sui’s home; they were home, so they could naturally do as they pleased.
Clothes were shed, then they tangled in intimate embrace, imprinting each other with kisses, confirming their bond through the most intimate union. Meng Ting and Yan Sui were completely lost in each other. Once wasn’t enough, so they went again.
“Again? I can’t anymore…” Meng Ting lay sprawled on the bed, his voice husky with desire, eyes hazy with exhaustion.
Yan Sui also couldn’t bear to completely exhaust him. He gently lowered his body, pulled Meng Ting into his arms, and coaxed softly, “We’ll continue tonight.”
Meng Ting naturally agreed with a ‘Okay’. As long as they didn’t keep going now, it was fine. As for whether he’d recover by tonight—that was another matter. Of course, when it came to enthusiasm, Meng Ting would never back down.
As soon as they arrived home, they went upstairs for a ‘nap’. By the time they came back down, it was already dinner time.
Today was Monday, and Meng Ting’s birthday was this coming Saturday evening. After dinner, Yan Sui spent some time handling work in the study, then had Wang Feng clear his schedule—he planned to spend most of the week accompanying Meng Ting.
Meng Ting, on the other hand, felt a little guilty for having tricked Yan Mingya into going to A Country, so he took the initiative to visit the lab twice to create several perfumes for him.
***
On Thursday morning, Yan Sui and Meng Ting boarded a flight to Beicheng. Yan Yu and the others would also be coming, but they wouldn’t arrive until Saturday.
Xiao Huimin and Xiao Zi’ang were unexpectedly tied up with work and couldn’t come to pick them up at the airport, so Ning Zhou and Xiao Zimo came instead. After picking up Meng Ting and Yan Sui, they headed straight home. Meng Ting and Yan Sui would stay in the same room Ning Zhou had prepared for them last time—though they hadn’t gotten to use it then, there was no way any mishaps would prevent them this time.
The Xiao family had planned an exceptionally grand birthday celebration for Meng Ting. They intended to make up for Meng Ting’s coming-of-age ceremony they had missed the previous year and had even announced that during this birthday celebration, Meng Ting would officially be added to the Xiao family genealogy.
“Nuo Nuo, come here—this is your maternal grandmother.”
Ning Zhou spotted Meng Ting coming downstairs with Yan Sui and immediately waved them over. Beside her sat an elderly woman with a warm smile, wearing a pearl necklace and high heels—a remarkably stylish outfit for women her age.
“Little Nuo’er, come closer—let Grandma have a look,” Old Lady Ning beckoned to Meng Ting and Yan Sui, though her eyesight wasn’t the best, and she seemed to mistake Yan Sui for Meng Ting. “Oh my, so handsome—just like Huimin.”
“Mom, you’ve got it wrong—this one is our Nuo Nuo,” Ning Zhou protested, eyes widening. Clearly, her Nuo Nuo was much better-looking than Yan Sui and took after her—how could she mistake them?
“Ah, so this is the one? Takes after you—a bit short, but still handsome.” Old Lady Ning then turned her head to carefully examine Meng Ting and came to this conclusion, much to Ning Zhou’s chagrin.
“Grandma, I can still grow taller.”
Meng Ting wasn’t exactly short. Before coming to Beicheng, he and Yan Sui had measured his height—he had already grown to 1.79 meters. By age, he was already nineteen years old, but Meng Ting firmly believed he could still grow taller. In his past life, he had been 1.80 meters—this time, he had to grow at least another centimeter or two. Otherwise, all the extra meals Yan Sui had prepared for him would have been wasted.
“Yes, Little Nuo’er is right. And this is…?” Old Lady Ning felt a natural fondness for Meng Ting, but she was even more curious about the imposing Yan Sui.
“This is Yan Sui—he’s my person.” Meng Ting answered the old lady seriously, then subtly tightened his grip on Yan Sui’s hand. Of course, this wasn’t directed at Old Lady Ning—it was just that at every banquet, Meng Ting could sense those covetous gazes directed at Yan Sui, which annoyed him to no end.
“So handsome—our Little Nuo’er has excellent taste.” Old Lady Ning continued smiling cheerfully. She patted the spot beside her. “Come, sit down—let this old lady take a good look at you.”
Old Lady Ning was likely a fan of good looks in her youth, and age hadn’t changed that. She studied Meng Ting carefully, then scrutinized Yan Sui with equal attention before breaking into an even brighter smile. “Such handsome boys. Here—these are from your Grandma.”
With a wave of her hand, the servant accompanying her presented an elegantly wrapped gift box. She had prepared two sets—one for Meng Ting and another for Yan Sui—both quite substantial in value.
“Thank you, Grandma,” Meng Ting accepted without hesitation. He had brought gifts downstairs as well and now presented his own offering to Old Lady Ning. “This is a perfume I blended personally for you. I hope you like it.”
“I love it! Our little Nuo Nuo is so talented,” Old Lady Ning replied warmly, accepting the gift without ceremony. She immediately unwrapped it and took a careful sniff.
“Nuo Nuo might not know this, but your Grandma is also a master perfumer,” Ning Zhou remarked proudly, tilting her chin upward—not for herself, but for Meng Ting. She hadn’t inherited her mother’s skill, but Meng Ting had, and with extraordinary talent at that.
“I could tell—Grandma’s perfume is exquisite,” Meng Ting nodded, turning to Ning Zhou with a smile.
The conversation flowed warmly among them. Old Lady Ning even made plans with Meng Ting to visit his laboratory in Haicheng once spring arrived and the weather warmed. Over the next two days, Meng Ting and Yan Sui found themselves exceptionally busy, receiving numerous guests who came bearing early gifts—so many that their hands grew tired from accepting them all.
***
After surveying the mountain of presents, Meng Ting spotted Yan Sui emerging from the bathroom. He instantly abandoned the treasures he had been admiring and clung to Yan Sui, nuzzling against his chin all the way back to the bed.
Perched atop Yan Sui, he alternated between rubbing against him and planting kisses before finally asking, “Yan Sui, what gift are you giving me?”
In two hours, it would be his birthday. Meng Ting knew Yan Sui would definitely give him a gift. Yet despite searching the entire room, he couldn’t find any trace of it. The anticipation gnawed at him, and the simplest solution was to ask Yan Sui directly.
Yan Sui tilted his head and kissed Meng Ting’s forehead, pulling him to his side. He raised his hand to ruffle Meng Ting’s hair and caress his cheek. Before he could even speak, Meng Ting’s eyes lit up with realization, and he climbed back on top of Yan Sui.
“I know! Are you going to give yourself to me?”
That explained why Yan Sui had freshened up so meticulously, led him to bed, and had been deliberately touching and seducing him. The more Meng Ting thought about it, the more it made sense.
“I’ve never tried it before, but I’ll do my best!” The idea of taking the lead had never crossed Meng Ting’s mind—or rather, he’d never had the chance. Typically, after just one or two rounds, he’d already be pleading for mercy, leaving no room for such ambitions.
Yan Sui suppressed the urge to show his internal injury while simultaneously grabbing Meng Ting’s wandering hands that was eager to cause mischief.
“Haven’t I already been yours? I can’t be a gift.”
“Oh.” The words struck Meng Ting as vaguely familiar. He nodded, his expression brimming with disappointment.
A clear look of struggle flickered across Yan Sui’s face. Then he pulled Meng Ting close and whispered in his ear, “Do you really want to?”
“Mm!” Meng Ting nodded emphatically before pouncing on Yan Sui, giving him a flurry of passionate kisses. Yan Sui stroked his hair softly, bracing himself for what might come—only for Meng Ting to freeze mid-kiss after stripping him bare, collapsing motionless against his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Sui whispered.
“I’m tired, you continue,” Meng Ting replied, gently kissing Yan Sui’s chest. His eyes crinkling with a smile. “This is fine.” It wouldn’t be good to truly scare Yan Sui.
“Naughty,” Yan Sui chuckled helplessly, but at the same time, he propped himself up with his hands, instantly reversing their positions.
Meng Ting continued to climb onto Yan Sui’s chest, licking Yan Sui’s Adam’s apple. Yan Sui was gentle, Meng Ting was cooperative, and they quickly fell into a rhythm. Meng Ting completely forgot about the gift he had been agonizing over earlier.
Of course, he loved the idea of Yan Sui giving himself as a gift. After all, he was lazy and didn’t want to do anything strenuous—this was just perfect.
After their intimacy, Meng Ting still clung to Yan Sui, refusing to let go. His eyes were unfocused, and his entire being exuded a lazy contentment from the inside out. However, this laziness did not include pushing Yan Sui away; on the contrary, he felt from the bottom of his heart that holding Yan Sui was the best way to indulge in laziness.
Yan Sui gently massaged Meng Ting’s back, helping him relax. Only when Meng Ting’s expression seemed a little better did Yan Sui whisper, “Shall I carry you to take a bath?”
“Mm, you carry me,” Meng Ting slowly came back to his senses, then nuzzled against Yan Sui in agreement.
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