Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

130. You Don’t Have to be So Defensive

Translator: 怀旧

The atmosphere in the room was cold and silent.

Wei Qing’s eyes were distant and lonely.

Feeling Wei Qing’s sadness, Yan Chuyang’s heart trembled. He approached him carefully, raised his hand and touched Wei Qing’s arm, hesitating and saying, “Please… please don’t be angry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have said that, I’m not…”

“You can go,” Closing his eyes, Wei Qing said weakly, “I want to be alone now.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes darkened, lowering his hand in disappointment, and then said, “Alright then, I’ll go upstairs to sleep.”

After saying that, Yan Chuyang stood up from the sofa, but before he could take a step, Wei Qing suddenly called him, “Stop!”

“What?” Yan Chuyang quickly turned back.

Wei Qing sighed, took out the briefcase from the corner of the sofa, pulled out something from the inside and stood up.

The light was a little dark and Yan Chuyang couldn’t see what Wei Qing had in his hand at all.

Wei Qing slowly walked over. Watching his black shadow approach him, Yan Chuyang couldn’t help thinking about the moment his genital was controlled by Wei Qing. His heart tightened and he took a sharp step backward.

Looking at the Yan Chuyang’s obvious dodging posture, Wei Qing’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He chuckled and whispered, “Do you really think I will touch you when you’re hiding so fast?”

Yan Chuyang was stunned and realized that he had overreacted. He bowed his head apologetically, saying, “Sorry, I…”

“Do you think you look so good?” Wei Qing interrupted him and said coldly, “Do you think I want to kiss you, hug you and have sex with you when I see you?”

Yan Chuyang blushed and replied indignantly, “I didn’t.”

“Hmph,” Wei Qing sneered, “Don’t be so full of yourself. No matter what, you’re male and I don’t want to touch you!”

Yan Chuyang’s heart skipped a beat as if he had been punched. He clenched his fists helplessly and said, lowering his eyes, “I know.”

It was just because he knew this that he was so afraid of Wei Qing’s hot-and-cold attitude.

Wei Qing shouldn’t have treated him so well. If he didn’t like him, he shouldn’t have let him have so many fantasies.

Now Wei Qing was doting on Yan Chuyang like this, what if Yan Chuyang got used to it one day? If Wei Qing left, how could Yan Chuyang get used to living alone?

Looking at Yan Chuyang’s dispirited face, Wei Qing frowned and raised his voice, saying, “Don’t be so awkward. Have I wronged you?”

“No.” Lowering his head, Yan Chuyang unconsciously rubbed the carpet with his slippers.

Wei Qing sighed, strode over to Yan Chuyang and raised his hand, trying to touch his neck.

“What are you doing?” Yan Chuyang shook off his hand.

Wei Qing’s face darkened all of a sudden. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Can’t you understand what I’m saying? I don’t want to touch you and don’t want to be with you! Don’t be so self-righteous and you don’t have to be so defensive against me, okay?”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes flashed. He pursed his lips and muttered, “Why touch my neck if you don’t want to touch me?”

Wei Qing let out a long sigh, suppressed his irritable mood, raised his hand suddenly and stretched out his palm.

A delicate jade pendant tied with a red thread fell from his palm.

“This is…”

“It’s Guanyin, a Bodhisattva.” Wei Qing’s face sank, he held the two ends of the red thread around Yan Chuyang’s fair neck and said in a low voice as he bent down to tie it up, “This afternoon, I went to a Buddhist temple near the company to pray for you. The monk there said the Guanyin jade pendants worn by men can bless their peace. This jade pendant is something that have been consecrated by the master before. It will bless you to succeed in the competition and achieve everything you want.”

Yan Chuyang whispered in a husky voice with a sour nose, “Wei Qing, I’m sorry. I overreacted and I misunderstood you.”

“Hmph.” Wei Qing sneered, deliberately lowered his body to get closer to Yan Chuyang’s neck and said faintly, his hot breath blew on Yan Chuyang’s neck , “Do you really think I want to touch you? Yan Chuyang, let me make it clear to you, even if you stand naked in front of me, I wouldn’t look at you.”

Yan Chuyang’s shoulder trembled, he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, his fingers pinched the side of his trousers, “I know.”

“Stay closer to my shoulders,” Wei Qing ordered impatiently, “You’re so far away from me and the lights are so dark. If I can’t see the thread clearly, how I help you tie it up?”

Yan Chuyang nodded and took a few steps forward to get closer to him.

The two of them almost clung to their chests. From the side, they seemed to be hugging.

Wei Qing’s hands that should be tying the red thread didn’t move at all. He looked down at the white skin on the back of Yan Chuyang’s neck.

It was as tender as a freshly peeled bamboo shoot, making him want to lick it.

Because of the inexplicable cold war, the two of them seemed to have not been so close for a week.

Wei Qing took a deep breath and sniffed the familiar sweet smell of mint from Yan Chuyang.

He smelled so fragrant; Wei Qing really wanted to hold him and smell it all night.

Wei Qing had always been feeling very strange. With the same shower gel and wash products, why did Yan Chuyang smell so fragrant, but it didn’t smell at all when he use them?

“Wei Qing?” Yan Chuyang suddenly broke the silence and asked, “Have you finished?”

“No!” Wei Qing answered unhappily, “The thread is very slippery. I can’t pinch it.”

“Uh…” Yan Chuyang was stunned. He retreated and then said, “If you can not do it, I’ll tie it up myself.”

“Don’t move,” Holding his waist, Wei Qing suddenly hugged Yan Chuyang, quickly lowered his head and kissed his neck.

Yan Chuyang felt a moist breath on his neck, trembled and struggled, saying,  “What are you doing?! You kissed me!”

“It’s not my fault,” Wei Qing raised his head and said, as if nothing had happened,” I didn’t react when you suddenly stepped back, so I hugged you and accidentally touched your neck.”

Yan Chuyang’s forehead twitched, and then said, “Then I’ll tie it myself, so that you won’t touch me again.”

“No need,” Wei Qing nimbly turned his fingers and made a small knot on the red string. Then he stepped back and looked at the boy, saying, “It’s done.”