Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

115. Chapter 115 The Heavy Strike

Translator: 胡萝北

After a moment’s silence, Yan Chuyang said seriously, “Wei Qing, I have to win the drawing competition at the Comiket.”

The competition at Comiket was the only chance to prove Yan Chuyang’s ability, so he didn’t want to lose.

Wei Qing sighed, “It doesn’t matter to win or lose. Both results are normal.”

“You’re wrong!” Yan Chuyang shook his head. “I want the bonus as soon as possible.”

Looking at Yan Chuyang’s determined look, Wei Qing kept silent. He knew that his words would only increase Yan Chuyang’s pressure, so he just nodded. “Okay, I believe you.”

Hearing that, Yan Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned to look at the bed with a slightly red face, “Then how about… how about I sleep in your bed tonight…”

Wei Qing became excited. He felt Yan Chuyang’s words were so sexy, which made his heart beat faster.

“Okay, no problem.” Wei Qing said in a hoarse voice, “Take your pajamas. There are no suitable pajamas in my bedroom.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yan Chuyang shrugged, “I only wear my underpants when I sleep recently.”

Then, Yan Chuyang ran to the bedside table, opened the lower layer, and took out a pair of big yellow shorts. “It’s made of cotton, and it’s quite loose, which is much more comfortable than pajamas.”

Wei Qing kept silent until he saw the little yellow Minions that painted on Yan Chuyang’s shorts.

“Yan Chuyang,” Wei Qing said. “How old are you? Why do you still wear the cartoon-style shorts?”

“Why can’t I?” Yan Chuyang picked it up and looked at it. “It’s very nice. I like it.”

“You like it, right? I don’t like it!” Wei Qing walked over and said, “If you want to sleep in my bed, you’re not allowed to wear this kind of shorts anymore.”

It was not easy to have a chance to hold him, but the yellow Minions would distract Wei Qing.

Yan Chuyang frowned discontentedly. “So what should I wear?”

“Pajamas.”

“No! It’s very hot!”

Wei Qing threw the shorts with little yellow Minions into the wardrobe. “If you want to wear shorts, just wear mine.”

Hearing that, Yan Chuyang became a little stunned. Then, his face instantly blushed, and even his neck began to turn red.

When Wei Qing turned back, he saw Yan Chuyang’s face blushed and his feet rubbed the carpet unconsciously, which was very cute.

“What are you doing?” Wei Qing asked softly as he suppressed the urge to hold Yan Chuyang into his arms.

With a cough, Yan Chuyang carefully raised his eyes. “Can I really wear your shorts?”

Only then did Wei Qing realize what he had just said. He blushed as well and said, “Well, if you don’t mind it….”

“I don’t mind!” Yan Chuyang suddenly raised his head and said happily, like a little fox who was ready for a meat feast.

After a short silence, Wei Qing replied, “Are you happy to wear my shorts?”

Yan Chuyang nodded, “Yes!” Then he quickly added. “I like to wear other people’s clothes.”

Hearing that, Wei Qing’s face darkened. “Have you ever wore someone’s clothes other than mine?”

Yan Chuyang quickly shook his head. “No, I don’t have the chance to wear other people’s clothes.”

Wei Qing said softly. “It’s not a good habit. You can wear my clothes, but it’s not good to wear other people’s clothes casually. You don’t know how many germs are in their clothes. Understand?”

Yan Chuyang nodded. “I see.”

In the downstairs bedroom.

Wei Qing was looking for the loose style shorts in the wardrobe, and Yan Chuyang waited obediently by the bed.

A few moments later, the man threw a pair of black boxer-briefs to Yan Chuyang. “Just wear it.”

“Uh…” Yan Chuyang blinked. “These are your briefs, right?”

Holding back his dirty mind, Wei Qing said in a low voice, “I can’t find the big one. You can wear it first.”

Yan Chuyang nodded and looked at Wei Qing’s boxer-briefs. With a frown, Yan Chuyang said dejectedly, “Wei Qing, your briefs are much bigger than mine.”

Wei Qing coughed lightly, and proudly raised his chest. “Why are you surprised? My waist is much thicker than yours, so, normally, my briefs are much bigger than yours too.”

Patting the back of the boy’s head, Wei Qing said, “Put on the briefs and go to bed. It’s too late now and you are still ill.”

With a dejected look, Yan Chuyang nodded and turned to the dressing room.

After putting on his pajamas, Wei Qing went to bed. He habitually leaned against the back of the bed and began to read.

He was used to reading a book for only a few pages before going to bed, which made him sleep faster.

After putting on the boxer-brief, Yan Chuyang walked out of the dressing room naturally. He didn’t feel embarrassed in front of Wei Qing. Anyway, they were all men. There was no need to hide.

Hearing the footsteps, Wei Qing glanced sideways. After that, he suddenly coughed.

Yan Chuyang went to bed and he stared at Wei Qing’s profile with astonishment, “What’s wrong with you?”

Rubbing his nose, Wei Qing growled, “Keep your head in the quilt! Don’t come out!”

Hearing that, Yan Chuyang shrank into the quilt and said in a low voice, “I’m in it.”