BMHS Extra 3.2 [Completed]

As expected, Meng Ting still didn’t reply. Yan Sui didn’t show his disappointment. He continued to gently clean Meng Ting’s face. When he turned to change the water, and a warm body slowly pressed against him from behind.

Meng Ting wrapped his arms lightly around Yan Sui, his gaze lowering slightly, a mix of confusion and hesitation in his eyes.

Yan Sui froze momentarily before clasping Meng Ting’s hands where they rested at his waist and turning around. Meng Ting seemed equally surprised by his own impulsive embrace. He hesitantly stepping back—only to be gently pulled into Yan Sui’s arms.

“If you’re not ready to speak, we don’t have to. I’m in no hurry.”

Yan Sui murmured the words near Meng Ting’s ear, his tone and embrace incredibly gentle, though his inner emotions were far more complex. Meng Ting’s hug, and his own instinctive response to embrace Meng Ting—it all felt like a pre-programmed instinct.

Meng Ting stood stiffly for a moment before gradually resting his cheek against Yan Sui’s shoulder, then raised his arms to return the embrace. His expression was calm and peaceful, every reaction showing he had no aversion to Yan Sui’s embrace in the slightest.

Yan Sui wasn’t sure how long they stood like that before he finally let Meng Ting go, but it was certainly no brief moment.

He composed himself, then ruffled Meng Ting’s hair. He said, “Let’s go back to the room first, then eat. If you still want to… hug, we can do it again tonight.”

Meng Ting lifted his face to study Yan Sui intently upon hearing this before nodding in agreement.

They returned to the room, and Yan Sui had Meng Ting change into fresh clothes. Then, Yan Sui led Meng Ting to his own room while he went to freshen up himself. Meng Ting seemed more at ease in Yan Sui’s room than in the one the servants had prepared for him earlier. His eyes wandered around, searching for traces Yan Sui might have inadvertently left behind.

Yan Sui emerged after changing clothes, and Meng Ting immediately stood up from the sofa. He walked up to Yan Sui, glanced up at him, then took the initiative to hold Yan Sui’s hand. Only then did he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Meng Ting’s relieved reaction was too obvious, and Yan Sui couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile. Meng Ting, in turn, was completely mesmerized by Yan Sui’s smile.

He stared at Yan Sui, then slowly raised his other hand, gently touching the corner of Yan Sui’s mouth. He carefully observed Yan Sui’s expression, and seeing no signs of rejection or displeasure, he continued to trace Yan Sui’s lips.

Before he was found, Meng Ting had spent four or five years in the fragrance research base, followed by two years confined to a sickbed. Even after two months of recovery, his complexion still bore a slightly unhealthy pallor—even his hands were so pale that the pulsing veins beneath seemed visible.

Meng Ting’s fingertips lightly brushed Yan Sui’s lips, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth that differed from the rest of his skin before reluctantly withdrawing his hand.

From the moment Meng Ting touched his lips to when he withdrew his hand, Yan Sui experienced an entirely new and peculiar sensation. He should have been somewhat tense, yet when Meng Ting pulled away, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret.

They gazed at each other for a moment longer before Yan Sui took Meng Ting’s hand and led him out of the room to dine downstairs.

Meng Ting still couldn’t eat overly greasy food. Moreover, he also couldn’t take medication, receive injections, or endure IV drips—all of which had become apparent shortly after he woke up. After dinner, Meng Ting drank the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by the elderly Chinese medicine physician hired by the Xiao family.

Even Yan Sui found the smell unbearable, yet Meng Ting hesitated only briefly before lifting the bowl and drinking it down. However, his complexion didn’t improve after taking the medicine—if anything, it grew even paler.

This was the first time Yan Sui had seen Meng Ting drink the medicine. This traditional Chinese medicine was taken once in the morning and once in the evening, and his visits to the sanatorium had always been at times that missed Meng Ting’s medication schedule. Yan Sui furrowed his brow, then waved his hand for the servant to take away the empty bowl.

He then poured a glass of water and brought it to Meng Ting’s lips. “Drink some water.”

Meng Ting looked at the water, then at Yan Sui, before biting his lip and shaking his head. He didn’t speak, but Yan Sui understood—Meng Ting feared that opening his mouth might cause him to vomit the medicine, so he couldn’t speak, and thus, couldn’t drink water either.

Understanding this, Yan Sui felt his heartache grow even more pronounced. They had been sitting hand in hand, so it was easy for him to turn slightly and pull Meng Ting into his arms. He gently rubbed Meng Ting’s back, at a loss for words.

The elderly Chinese medicine physician hired by the Xiao family was undoubtedly skilled, but even if Meng Ting could psychologically accept taking such medicine, drinking such bitter traditional Chinese medicine was still an ordeal. Yet Yan Sui couldn’t bring himself to tell Meng Ting to stop drinking it—Meng Ting’s body hadn’t fully recovered, and traditional Chinese medicine was one way to aid his recuperation.

Meng Ting slowly leaned into Yan Sui’s embrace, his lashes fluttering repeatedly as if he didn’t understand why Yan Sui was holding him. He pondered this, yet it didn’t stop him from returning the embrace.

About half an hour later, the nauseous feeling in Meng Ting finally subsided. He lifted his face to look at Yan Sui, then slightly curved his eyes—this was Meng Ting’s smile, fleeting but unmistakably a smile.

Yan Sui saw it and was momentarily stunned.

Before Meng Ting could notice Yan Sui’s dazed expression, he nestled back into Yan Sui’s arms.
This time, Yan Sui could no longer deny the stirring in his heart. He slowly raised his hand to gently stroke Meng Ting’s hair, then held him even tighter.

“Tomorrow I’ll have Nanny Wang consult with the old Chinese medicine practitioner about turning your herbal medicine into medicinal cuisine. The effects will be slower this way, but it won’t taste as bitter…”

Yan Sui’s voice gradually trailed off as he noticed Meng Ting had already fallen asleep in his arms. Meng Ting was sleeping soundly and peacefully, and Yan Sui didn’t want to disturb him, so his voice naturally grew softer.

He let Meng Ting lean against him a while longer, waiting until he was deeply asleep before carefully picking him up.

It was only early spring. While daytime temperatures had warmed somewhat, nights remained quite chilly. If Meng Ting slept without blankets like this, he’d likely catch a cold. So even though Yan Sui would have been content to hold him like this, he had to consider Meng Ting’s physical condition.

As Yan Sui carried him, his brows unconsciously furrowed again—Meng Ting was simply too light, so light that it suddenly filled Yan Sui with fear.

He carefully carried Meng Ting all the way back to his room. Just as he was laying him down on the bed and about to stand up, Meng Ting’s eyes flew open.

Yan Sui froze, thinking he might have disturbed Meng Ting by putting him down improperly. He remained seated by the bed and gently patted Meng Ting’s shoulder. “Sleep. I’ll stay until you’re asleep.”

But Meng Ting, upon hearing this, not only didn’t close his eyes, he quickly sat up and reached out to hug Yan Sui tightly.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Sui could probably guess Meng Ting’s meaning, but he asked anyway.

Yan Sui’s question seemed to make Meng Ting more anxious. His lips parted, but still no sound came out.

He buried his face against Yan Sui’s neck, feeling lost and helpless. His hands slightly clenched into fists, then he shifted slightly. After giving Yan Sui an apologetic look, he started to pull away from the embrace.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” Yan Sui asked softly, then moved even closer to Meng Ting, closing the distance Meng Ting had just created between them. Meng Ting was still in Yan Sui’s arms, but he wasn’t leaning against him anymore; instead, his eyes were wide, looking at Yan Sui in disbelief.

“If you nod, I’ll stay…”

Before Yan Sui could finish speaking, Meng Ting nodded. He gently pressed his cheek against Yan Sui’s, then nestled back into his embrace.

Yan Sui’s pupils dilated slightly as Meng Ting drew closer, his heartbeat becoming irregular again. A faint smile touched his lips as he continued patting Meng Ting’s back.

True to his word, Yan Sui stayed in Meng Ting’s room even after he pat him to sleep. However, he didn’t lie down on the bed with Meng Ting. He let Meng Ting hold his hand, and whenever Meng Ting showed signs of stirring, he would resume his comforting pats.

It wasn’t until around six o’clock the next morning that Yan Sui left Meng Ting’s room. But as soon as he stepped out, he locked eyes with Uncle Xiao, who was up early. Uncle Xiao was visibly startled by Yan Sui’s presence. Yan Sui simply gave a slight nod and returned to his own room.

***

Xiao Huimin and Xiao Zimo came to visit Meng Ting on the third day of his stay at the Yan residence.

“Nuo Nuo, I’m your father.”

“I’m your second brother.”

They repeated these words every time they saw Meng Ting, because Meng Ting’s gaze toward them was always filled with fear and rejection. Even after Meng Ting was able to move around on his own, he would hide whenever they got too close.

Now he was hiding again, but his hiding place had changed—he immediately turned and threw himself into Yan Sui’s arms, clinging tightly to him and refusing to look at Xiao Huimin and Xiao Zimo.

Xiao Huimin and Xiao Zimo felt helpless and frustrated, but they also knew that gaining Meng Ting’s acceptance was something that couldn’t be rushed.

If they had known Meng Ting would show such starkly different treatment to the first person he saw, they would have stayed by Meng Ting’s bedside the entire time.

“After discussing with the old master, we still want to take Nuo Nuo back to Beicheng—that’s his real home. If possible, could you accompany Meng Ting to Beicheng with us?” Xiao Huimin could already predict that without Yan Sui’s company, Meng Ting would never go with them.

Once they reached Beicheng together, Yan Sui could make his exit, and it would be much harder for Meng Ting to cling to someone like this.

Given Yan Sui’s current state of mind, even if he had other thoughts, he wouldn’t rashly interrupt Xiao Huimin. But he clearly sensed the tension in the person in his arms. He gently patted Meng Ting’s back before turning to look at Xiao Huimin, whose eyes were filled with hope.

“If Meng Ting doesn’t want to, I respect his decision.”

Xiao Huimin and Xiao Zimo both looked surprised, and then they heard Yan Sui ask Meng Ting:
“Don’t be afraid. Tell me, do you want to go with them?”

Upon hearing this, Meng Ting pulled away from Yan Sui’s embrace and shook his head. As if worried Yan Sui might not understand, he lightly hooked his arms around Yan Sui’s neck, met Yan Sui’s gaze directly, and shook his head again.

“Alright, I understand. Then we won’t go.”

Yan Sui rewarded him by ruffling his hair, then shifted his gaze to the stunned Xiao father and son. The Meng Ting they had seen so far had only shown resistance and rejection, never clearly expressing anything else, which led them to believe he couldn’t fully understand their words.

But the truth was, while Meng Ting’s intellect might have been impaired, it wasn’t to the point where he couldn’t understand his own needs. And he had chosen to trust only Yan Sui.

“Yan Sui, I’m truly sorry for always troubling you with Nuo Nuo…”

“You’re mistaken, Uncle. Meng Ting is no trouble to me.” Yan Sui’s response wasn’t mere politeness—it was sincere.

Xiao Huimin chuckled softly upon hearing this, perhaps having noticed something. But he had no right to question anything. Meng Ting still didn’t recognize them as his family, and with so many matters weighing on the Xiao family, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t spare more energy.

“Nuo Nuo, your father and second brother will come see you again in a few days.”

Even as Xiao Huimin and Xiao Zimo said their goodbyes, Meng Ting kept the back of his head turned to them.

With Meng Ting clinging to him, Yan Sui couldn’t get up to see them out, so he asked Uncle Xiao to escort them to the door on his behalf.

Once he confirmed the Xiao father and son had left, Meng Ting slowly exhaled in relief. Then he looked up at Yan Sui, his eyes curving slightly. He leaned in and rubbed against Yan Sui before finally sitting up straight on his own.

***

Gradually, Meng Ting grew familiar with the Yan residence and no longer hid from people. The only regret was that he still hadn’t spoken.

He lived at the Yan residence from early spring to early summer. On the fourth day of his stay, he moved into Yan Sui’s room. He woke up in the middle of the night, and found Yan Sui still awake, so he forcefully pulled Yan Sui onto the bed. After that one night, Yan Sui stopped worrying about whether sharing a bed was appropriate, though nothing further happened.

One evening in late June, Yan Sui took Meng Ting for a walk. When they reached the row of maple trees in the backyard, Meng Ting gently tugged Yan Sui’s hand.

Yan Sui understood. He stopped and looked at Meng Ting, trying to guess what Meng Ting meant. But Meng Ting just stared at him directly, and suddenly, Yan Sui found himself a bit at a loss.

“What’s wrong?”

Hearing this, Meng Ting didn’t point anything out or express his thoughts. He continued to gaze at Yan Sui, his eyes shifting from Yan Sui’s eyes down to his lips. Rising slightly on his toes, Meng Ting pressed his lips against Yan Sui’s. Meng Ting didn’t yet understand what a kiss was, but he didn’t dislike the warmth and scent he found there.

He tentatively flicked his tongue out for a light lick before settling back on his heels.

He looked at Yan Sui, a slow smile spreading across his face, then he pursed his lips. And then, a very soft, barely audible sound emerged.

“Yan Sui.”

Meng Ting had called this name in his heart countless times before. The first utterance was too quiet, so he called out again, “Yan Sui.”

Meng Ting’s meaning was already very clear, and it was quite remarkable that he could figure out such a way to express himself.

“Meng Ting…” Yan Sui murmured, his voice a little hoarse. He had thought he would have to wait much longer for Meng Ting to speak up, to understand these things, yet Meng Ting was far more honest and direct than he had anticipated.

Meng Ting tilted his head slightly, holding his breath as he waited nervously for Yan Sui’s response.

However, beyond that soft murmur, Yan Sui found it hard to say anything else. He raised his hand and gently stroked Meng Ting’s cheek, then slowly trailed his fingers down to Meng Ting’s jaw. Then, he lowered his head and kissed those lips that had only recently regained a hint of color under his care.

Meng Ting blinked in surprise but didn’t retreat at all. Slowly, he lifted his arms and wrapped them around Yan Sui’s waist.

Yan Sui didn’t dare deepen the kiss—even this light brush of lips was almost more than he could handle.

“Meng Ting, will you marry me?”

Meng Ting thought for a brief moment before nodding. Then, he took the initiative to press his lips against Yan Sui’s again, clumsily mimicking Yan Sui’s earlier kiss haphazardly.

Parting his lips slightly, he answered, “Okay.”

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Ahhh, I originally just planned to write a short extra, but it accidentally got longer~~ Hope you all enjoy it, my darlings.

The new story will start updating next Monday. Once again, I’m asking for author follows and new story follows. Mwah!

Thank you, my darlings, for the rewards and nutrient solutions~~

Finally… finally!!! This is the last extra chapter 🥹🥹🥹

There’s no new idiom in this chapter.

I apologize for any mistakes in translation & the slow update. I actually planned to release all the extras together, but I didn’t manage to do it. 🫣🫣

For some reason, I keep getting this strange illness. I got yet another infection; ear infection. 😭😭 I didn’t mention this, but before this, I also got an infection—there’s this hard lump at the base of my thigh—painful when pressed, but thankfully it’s now gone. Do you think the tonsillectomy I’ve just had a few months ago might be the cause? I read somewhere that tonsil are part of the lymphatic system and help the body fight infection.

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