MMLDU Chapter 68

Pei Lang fled, leaving Yan Han sitting alone at the dining table. Everything felt surreal, like a dream, too good to be true.

Replaying the events in his mind, Yan Han sorted through what had just happened. Hmm, Pei Lang said he liked him too, so that meant their feelings were mutual. Thinking of this, the pure-hearted “old man” Yan Han blushed and smiled. It turned out those romance novels were actually useful. Yan Han, who had once sworn to report those unreliable authors, now wanted nothing more than to thank them in person.

But something felt off. If he remembered correctly, after the protagonists in those novels confessed their feelings, they were supposed to kiss. Could he have remembered it wrong? No, no, impossible. His memory had always been excellent. There was no way he could get such an important detail wrong.

To confirm his recollection, Yan Han went upstairs to his study with a serious expression. He then retrieved the book he had in mind from a hidden shelf. Turning to the chapter where the protagonists confessed their feelings, he began to read carefully and attentively.

After confirming that the protagonists did, in fact, kiss in the sequence of events, Yan Han finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew he hadn’t remembered wrong.

Yan Han took a pen from the pen holder, underlined the passage describing the protagonists’ kiss, and headed downstairs with the book in hand to find Pei Lang.

Pei Lang, still slumped on the floor, hadn’t yet calmed his racing heartbeat. When he heard the knock at the door, his heart jumped to his throat. Knowing full well who was outside, he still pretended to ask, “Wh-Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Yan Han replied, knocking again.

There was no avoiding it. Pei Lang pulled himself up using the door for support. After tidying his clothes and composing his expression, he opened the door. Yan Han’s good mood was evident—his icy demeanor had softened considerably, and there was a subtle upward curve to his lips. This happiness seemed to surpass even his greatest entrepreneurial success.

“Why did you run off just now?” Yan Han asked bluntly.

Why did I run? I’d really like to know too! Pei Lang coughed lightly and replied, “I suddenly remembered something important.”

Yan Han didn’t question the truth of the statement. “And? Is it taken care of?”

“Uh… yeah.” Pei Lang nodded, stepping aside to let him in. Yan Han entered without hesitation. He opened the book and held the underlined passage right in front of Pei Lang’s face.

The book was practically pressed against his nose. Pei Lang was momentarily dumbfounded and took a step back, actually reading the passage seriously. The more he read, the more he felt something was off. Was Yan Han bringing this book over to… learn how to kiss?

Pei Lang sneaked a glance at Yan Han, only to find that the man’s eyes were like those of a tiger that had been starving for thirty-odd years, fixed intently on its prey. The look sent a chill down Pei Lang’s spine. His heartbeat, which had just started to calm, began racing again.

“The book says we’re supposed to kiss next,” Yan Han said earnestly.

Pei Lang wanted nothing more than to gather up all those ridiculous books and throw them out. A dignified CEO learning how to date by studying trashy romantic novels? Isn’t he embarrassed?

“Since I’ve already agreed to date you, can we skip the books from now on?” Pei Lang sighed. Not just dating, for heaven’s sake—this is skipping straight to marriage.

“Oh~” Yan Han obediently tossed the book aside. Tilting his head slightly, he locked eyes with Pei Lang. “So… can we start kissing now?”

Pei Lang trembled slightly. Meanwhile, in Yan Han’s inner world, the little chibi’s face was red enough to fry an egg—a level of innocence that didn’t match a man in his thirties. Gritting his teeth and stomping his foot, Pei Lang thought, Don’t be scared, just go for it. If anyone was embarrassed, it wasn’t necessarily him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t kissed someone before while acting—what was there to be afraid of? He was determined to see how long this man could keep up his composure.

However, given Yan Han’s leg issues, Pei Lang had no choice but to take the initiative.

Despite his determination, when he bent down and slowly leaned in, his breath tightened with nerves. In the end, he gave a quick, dragonfly-like peck and immediately pulled back.

It was so fast that Yan Han didn’t even have time to savor it, only catching a fleeting sensation of softness. But that fleeting touch ignited a fire in the pure-hearted man. Decades of repressed desires erupted all at once. Shyness? What shyness? All he wanted now was to devour the person in front of him whole.

Yan Han grabbed Pei Lang’s wrist and pulled him forward. Caught off balance, Pei Lang nearly fell but managed to splay his legs just in time, landing squarely on Yan Han’s lap. His thighs rested on either side of the wheelchair’s armrests, bringing their faces nearly level. The desire in Yan Han’s eyes was now undeniable.

“Not enough. I want more!” Yan Han declared, wrapping one arm around Pei Lang’s waist and the other around the back of his neck. He pressed Pei Lang against his chest and kissed him with a domineering fervor.

“Mm…”

The moment their lips met, a rush of euphoria overwhelmed Yan Han, robbing him of rationality. He was inexperienced, clumsily following his instincts as he panted and nipped at Pei Lang’s soft lips. When Pei Lang’s body grew weak and his defenses lowered, Yan Han seized the opportunity, pushing past the barriers and plunging his tongue inside, exploring and plundering without restraint.

Though his technique wasn’t polished, the sheer closeness allowed Pei Lang to catch Yan Han’s unique scent—a dominating top note tinged with faint warmth and care. The intoxicating mix was like an explosion of pheromones invading his senses, leaving Pei Lang weak-kneed and enthralled. A simple kiss rendered him completely pliant, his arms instinctively winding around Yan Han’s neck. Their tongues intertwined, guiding and exploring one another, as they both became utterly lost in the moment.

The kiss stretched on, leaving Pei Lang’s eyes misty, brimming with allure and vulnerability. His flushed face radiated an innocent charm, but the desire in Yan Han’s gaze only deepened. Taking advantage of Pei Lang’s dazed state, Yan Han maneuvered his wheelchair to pin him against the wall. Trapped between Yan Han and the unyielding surface, Pei Lang’s legs hung uselessly on either side of the wheelchair, leaving him utterly at the mercy of the man before him.

When he felt something pressing insistently against him, Pei Lang’s mind slowly cleared, realizing it was Yan Han’s unmistakable arousal. And yet, wasn’t he the same?

“Help me,” Yan Han murmured. Though his eyes brimmed with raw intensity, his voice carried a trace of pleading vulnerability. He was clearly inexperienced in handling such situations. With Pei Lang so close, his desire for the man’s involvement was even stronger.

“I…” Pei Lang hesitated, silently thinking, Why does it sound like I’m supposed to be some kind of expert at this? But seeing Yan Han struggling so desperately, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. “Alright. But you have to help me too. Whatever I do, you do the same, okay?”

“Okay.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Yan Han wasted no time, impatiently reaching for Pei Lang’s waistband. His urgency left no room for hesitation. Pei Lang’s hands trembled as they moved to Yan Han’s belt, unclasping it with a soft click.

They pressed tightly against each other, kissing and helping each other as their labored breaths filled the quiet room. The villa was so silent that their breathing became the only sound in the world. Without realizing it, Pei Lang sank deeper and deeper, completely immersed, both body and soul.

When it was over, Yan Han still seemed unsatisfied, while Pei Lang’s legs trembled and felt numb. Having them draped over the hard edges of the wheelchair for so long made it inevitable. Feeling distressed, Yan Han let Pei Lang sit in his lap as they went to the bathroom together to shower and change into clean clothes.

“Move in and share a room with me,” Yan Han suggested as Pei Lang lay exhausted on the sofa, while Yan Han massaged his legs.

“Let’s not. Upstairs and downstairs aren’t far apart; it’s fine as it is,” Pei Lang replied. After all, he was already spending his nights in Yan Han’s bedroom—there was no need to officially move in. It would just be a hassle.

“We love each other and we’re married. Naturally, we should live together. Or… do you think it doesn’t count unless it’s fully consummated? If that’s the case, we can test it out tonight,” Yan Han said matter-of-factly. When he finished massaging Pei Lang’s legs, he controlled his wheelchair and went to the closet, returning moments later with a box.

Inside was an assortment of intimate tools for two men, along with a guidebook with pictures.

Pei Lang had no idea when Yan Han had prepared all of this.

The book was a teaching guide full of various positions. Yan Han flipped through it earnestly until he finally settled on one. Forcing the book into Pei Lang’s hands, he said, “Let’s study this one together.”

“This one will do.”

The position in the picture was the navel orange¹脐橙 – Bahai orange or navel orange. I’m not sure what it portrays though. All I know is that it’s a fruit ahhahahaha position, which required Pei Lang to take the lead from above.

“Not this one!” Pei Lang exclaimed, covering his face in rejection.

What the heck!! How many of these ridiculous books have you secretly read!?

Pei Lang roared internally, his refusal loud and resolute. Yan Han immediately looked crestfallen, lowering his head in dismay, visibly aggrieved. While his outward display of disappointment wasn’t as pronounced as it might have been in his inner world, it was impossible to ignore. The quiet sorrow of a mature man carried a weight that tugged at the heartstrings even more.

In the three-dimensional world, Yan Han always wore a cold, stoic exterior, rarely showing sadness or vulnerability. The fact that he was acting this way now was a testament to how much he trusted Pei Lang. Only with that level of trust could the emotions buried deep inside begin to surface.

“My legs are not in good condition. This is the only position that works for us. It’s because I’m so useless that I have to make you take the initiative in these matters. What other men can enjoy, you can’t get from me. Rejecting me is only natural.” Yan Han let out a long sigh as he spoke, his chest tight with frustration and oppression that no amount of sighing could alleviate. He sighed again, several times in succession. “I was too impatient. I’ve liked you for so long. I thought that once our feelings were mutual, it would be natural to leave my mark on you, a mark that belongs solely to me. In my life, I’ve lost so much already—I’m used to it. Langlang, I’m not afraid to wait, but you must be mine.”

Heavens! It was the first time Yan Han had spoken so much in one breath. Pei Lang was shocked and heartbroken, almost unable to resist sitting up to hug this man and comfort him properly.

But…

Why do I feel like he’s playing the pity card? Why does this sound so manipulative?

No, that’s not right. His disabled legs have always been a sore point for him, especially after being humiliated by Yan Xiuyuan for being “incompetent”. If I reject him now, wouldn’t that just reinforce Yan Xiuyuan’s mockery?

Pei Lang’s heart ached for him. He tried to explain, “It’s not that I don’t want to. You know my legs hurt. This position takes too much energy and puts strain on my legs. Tonight is impossible, but we can try another time.”

Yan Han wasn’t stupid; he understood that Pei Lang was compromising. Still, he couldn’t bear to see him suffer, so he suggested something else. “Do you know why I suddenly had you start sleeping in my room?”

“Wasn’t it so I could massage your legs more conveniently?” Pei Lang asked, surprised. Was there more to it?

“I’ve suffered from chronic insomnia and nightmares for years. Only when you’re by my side can I sleep peacefully. The massages were secondary,” Yan Han confessed. It sounded almost mystical, but Pei Lang believed him.

“What about when I was on set filming? How did you manage then?”

“I barely got by with the videos the director gave me. They helped a little, but it wasn’t the same as having you beside me.”

Pei Lang felt even more distressed, though he now realized that Yan Han asking Director Jin for videos wasn’t solely for sleeping aid—it was also because he missed him desperately. “So, will you move into the same room with me?”

“Sure, I guess. But… are you just using me as a sleep aid?” Pei Lang suddenly caught the key point and seized on it, exposing Yan Han’s ulterior motive.

“I like you, so having you by my side makes me feel more at ease and helps me sleep better,” Yan Han explained earnestly.

The explanation was acceptable. In any case, Pei Lang was already certain that Yan Han genuinely liked him. There was no need to overthink it. Besides, having this “cheat” did have its perks. “Fine! I’ll move in. Today!”

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  脐橙 – Bahai orange or navel orange. I’m not sure what it portrays though. All I know is that it’s a fruit ahhahahaha