Someone Reaches Out to Embrace Him, Jiang Nan’an…
They were very close, and Jiang Nan’an instinctively lowered his voice, making it slightly hoarse, speaking a bit slower than usual, with a gentleness beyond his normal tone that made Yan Jie’s breath catch.
“You…”
“Hmm?”
The spot at the tail of his eyebrow felt ticklish from Jiang Nan’an’s touch.
Yan Jie looked at Jiang Nan’an’s expression up close and saw that he appeared natural. For a moment, he really didn’t know what to say.
Should he accuse him of deliberate teasing? But looking at that calm, straightforward demeanor, it really didn’t seem that way. If he was just too shy to directly invite him and so casually said something like this…
He truly had a natural talent.
Watching his livestream, watching his vlog, allowing him to stay by his side at night…
Yan Jie suddenly realized that in Jiang Nan’an’s heart, he might be a little more important than he had originally imagined.
“I can’t just hope for what I want, that would be selfish. For this kind of thing, I need to consider my boyfriend’s opinion, after all, my boyfriend is investing both money and himself… You tell me, do you want me to stay?”
Yan Jie sidestepped Jiang Nan’an’s previous comment.
Jiang Nan’an clearly hadn’t expected him to say this and was slightly taken aback:
“I…”
Want or not?
This kind of question was a bit unfamiliar to Jiang Nan’an, and he didn’t know his own answer.
His words stopped at his teeth, unable to come out for a long time. Finally, he just averted his gaze and stiffly said:
“So many questions, maybe you should just go find your big yellow dog.”
Yan Jie smiled.
He leaned down to embrace Jiang Nan’an, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and whispered in his ear:
“Nan Nan, baby, you actually missed me too, didn’t you? Didn’t you want to see me and be with me?”
“…” Jiang Nan’an didn’t answer, only unconsciously gripping the fabric at Yan Jie’s waist.
“Alright.”
Yan Jie didn’t get an answer, nor did he say anything more. He just kissed the corner of his lips and told him with absolute certainty:
“I missed you very much.”
After saying this, he pushed himself up from the sofa, picked up the packaging boxes he had just tidied up:
“I’ll go throw out the trash and bring my luggage up while I’m at it.”
Jiang Nan’an sat up and looked at him: “You…”
“Since you told me to interpret it myself, I’m going to boldly follow my own understanding, okay?”
Yan Jie clicked his tongue at him:
“I’ll stay here as long as I want to impose on you, don’t complain that I’m annoying, Teacher Diao.”
Yan Jie hummed a tune as he went downstairs for a stroll, threw away the trash, bought some milk and bread at the convenience store, then went to his booked room to get his luggage before leisurely returning to Jiang Nan’an’s room.
A couple staying in one room and sleeping in one bed seemed like the most ordinary thing, but when it came to Jiang Nan’an, Yan Jie felt he should still be careful and take things slowly. So he definitely needed to wait for Jiang Nan’an to take the initiative, or at least get his complete consent and confirm he wasn’t reluctant at all before proceeding.
After all, from Yan Jie’s observation, Jiang Nan’an seemed like a small animal with a strong sense of territory, with his own world and unique logic, and a way of thinking quite different from ordinary people. Yan Jie had to be very careful and cautious as he explored forward, so that he could slowly enter his world without triggering alertness, disgust, resistance, or even stress reactions, allowing him to experience what “love” truly was.
Jiang Nan’an liked to read books during that free time after showering and before sleeping. Now during his work period, “reading books” had been replaced with “reading scripts.”
During this time, Yan Jie had arranged his luggage, put on the most handsome set of pajamas he had carefully selected, and leaned against the headboard, playing with his phone while waiting to attend to Teacher Jiang for bedtime.
Later, when it was time to sleep, Jiang Nan’an finally turned off the lamp, closed the script, and walked to the bed.
Yan Jie caught his movement from the corner of his eye and was about to say something when he looked up and saw Jiang Nan’an grabbing the hem of his pajamas and naturally lifting it up, revealing a large expanse of his fair waist and abdomen.
The sight momentarily dazzled Yan Jie, making him forget everything. His mind blanked and he blurted out:
“What are you doing?”
“?” Jiang Nan’an looked at him as if he were looking at an idiot:
“Going to sleep.”
Then he looked him up and down:
“You don’t take off your clothes when you sleep?”
“…” Sleeping with clothes on was never comfortable, and normally he would definitely take them off, but…
Previously at Jiang Nan’an’s home, although the two of them barely qualified as living together, they had slept in separate rooms. So, not counting the few times they had napped together on the lounge chair, today was the first time Yan Jie was sleeping in the same bed with his partner.
Yan Jie felt that his romantic relationship with Jiang Nan’an hadn’t yet reached the level where they could comfortably undress in front of each other. Besides, wearing too little could easily lead to things getting out of hand. So Yan Jie had originally planned to be more reserved and not take off his clothes, but who would have thought that his Teacher Jiang would be so natural, stripping off his top in no time and preparing to get into bed.
Seeing this, Yan Jie also abandoned all those pretenses, raised his hand to take off the carefully selected pajamas and tossed them onto the chair beside him.
When he turned back, he found Jiang Nan’an staring at him.
Yan Jie worked out every day, and the muscle lines on his body were very beautiful. Jiang Nan’an looked at him, then lowered his head to look at himself, finally understanding why Yan Jie was so insistent on feeding him regular meals.
Compared to him, he seemed indeed a bit pale and thin.
“What are you looking at?” Yan Jie noticed and raised an eyebrow, asking.
“Nothing, my body doesn’t look as good as yours,” Jiang Nan’an answered.
Yan Jie couldn’t help but chuckle lightly: “Why are you comparing now?”
He reached out to pull Jiang Nan’an closer, held his wrist, and placed his hand on his own waist:
“You think I look good?”
“Mm.”
“Then my workouts weren’t in vain.”
Yan Jie curved his lips, lowered his head, and kissed his collarbone:
“It’s all yours.”
Yan Jie had seen Jiang Nan’an’s body before, but only limited to “seeing.”
Being so close, skin against skin like this, had never happened before.
Touching each other’s bodies without any barriers, feeling each other’s heartbeats and body temperature was an extremely novel experience for both of them. Yan Jie kissed him once and started to lose control, his kisses trailing densely from Jiang Nan’an’s collarbone downward.
Jiang Nan’an half-reclined against the headboard, his arm draped over Yan Jie’s shoulder, watching him buried against his body in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
Every inch of skin touched by him seemed to tingle and burn, as if tiny electric currents were traveling from the points of contact through his blood vessels and bones to his entire body, making even his breathing tremble.
Yan Jie had misjudged his self-control, carelessly starting something difficult to finish.
Fortunately, he came to his senses in time and forced himself to stop when, as he kissed downward, he encountered the old scars on Jiang Nan’an’s waist and abdomen.
This was the first time he had seen them so closely, so carefully.
He lowered his eyes, gently running his fingertips over those marks.
Even though many years had passed, the color of the scars remained, and their uneven texture was still present.
Yan Jie placed a gentle kiss on the scar on his abdomen before looking up at Jiang Nan’an and asking softly:
“How did you get these?”
“…”
Jiang Nan’an slowly curled his fingers, meeting his gaze for a long moment before silently shifting his eyes away, not making a sound, appearing unwilling to answer.
“It’s okay.”
Yan Jie embraced him again, stroking his back as if comforting a child:
“You can tell me when you’re ready.”
After saying this, Yan Jie pushed himself up and got out of bed:
“You sleep first, I’ll go take a shower.”
Hearing this, Jiang Nan’an raised an eyebrow slightly.
If his memory wasn’t failing him… Yan Jie should have already showered that evening.
He looked at Yan Jie, about to ask, but soon his gaze shifted downward, and he understood the reason. The words he was about to say died in his throat.
The sound of water quickly came from the bathroom. Jiang Nan’an lifted the covers and silently wrapped himself up.
Strangely, even though he had been very sleepy earlier, now with his eyes closed, drowsiness had fled to the far corners of the sky, and he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
Until the sound of water stopped, footsteps approached from behind, and someone lifted the covers and lay down beside him. Along with this came the familiar scent of roses.
Someone reached out to embrace him, and Jiang Nan’an didn’t resist, allowing himself to be pulled into the embrace.
The lost drowsiness seemed to find its way back once he was enveloped in the other person’s warmth and scent.
Jiang Nan’an nestled into Yan Jie’s neck, feeling him place a light kiss on the top of his head, after which he heard him say very softly:
“Good night.”
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As Jiang Nan’an’s personal assistant, Xiao Sun had many daily tasks, the most important being to check the schedule on time, confirm work times and locations, and promptly buy breakfast to wake the artist up in his room.
Other artists’ assistants probably didn’t need to be so meticulous, but Jiang Nan’an was special because his sleep quality was too good-even the end of the world outside wouldn’t wake him, so waking him up had to be done manually.
During the production period, Xiao Sun always carried Jiang Nan’an’s spare room card in his pocket, just so he could enter his room unhindered every morning to wake him up.
Xiao Sun really liked his job with its generous salary, occasional time off, and sometimes even company-paid travel. Of course, he also really liked his boss, whom he called his brother.
Yesterday, his brother had seen he had a slight cold and let him go back to rest early. Xiao Sun felt genuinely guilty for not being able to take care of his brother’s dinner.
After all, he knew that when his brother ate alone, he would only make do with snacks like bread. He felt he had let down both his brother and Spring, who had paid out of his own pocket, transferring five thousand yuan a month before production started to provide his brother with special meals and to make sure he ate on time.
As for why Spring would pay extra for his brother’s meals?
He didn’t know, perhaps Spring was just such a generous, warm, and friendly good friend!
Xiao Sun didn’t dwell on the specific reason, but now that he had taken the money without fulfilling his duty, he felt truly uneasy. So early this morning, he got up and bought a hearty breakfast from the next street, planning to wake his brother up for work.
“Beep-”
The room card unlocked the suite door. Xiao Sun placed the breakfast bag on the table and walked toward the bedroom, ready to wake his brother up as usual.
But after walking a short distance, he suddenly widened his eyes, froze for half a second, then retreated exactly the same way he had come.
He backed up to the bathroom door and mechanically turned his head-
Coming face to face with Spring, who was standing at the sink shaving with his upper body bare.
Wait?
Had he entered the wrong room?
Was his vision blurry?
Or was he still delirious from yesterday’s illness, causing him to hallucinate now?
How could Spring be here???
Xiao Sun felt like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Disbelieving, he rushed a few steps toward the bedroom again.
Then he saw his dear brother still sound asleep on the bed.
And the large bed, obviously rumpled from two people sleeping in it.
Plus the wild man’s clothes thrown on the single sofa beside the bed.
As for how he knew at a glance they belonged to a wild man?
…Ha, what a joke!
He personally tidied all his brother’s clothes, how could he not recognize whose clothes were whose?!
Xiao Sun’s teeth gritted with an audible “crunch,” both angry and on the verge of tears.
He looked at the peacefully sleeping Jiang Nan’an, then at Spring who stood silently watching him from the bathroom door with his shaving half-done, and stomped his foot in frustration.
Brother!!
How could you be so confused!!!
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