Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

172. I Just Want You to Worry About Me

Translator: 怀旧

“Look! How thin are you!” Wei Qing sat down and buttoned Yan Chuyang’s shirt. He said with concern, “This is my smallest shirt, but it’s so much bigger for you. I really don’t know how to blame you…”

Yan Chuyang pouted and said, “Being thin is better and I think I have a standard figure. I’m skinny, but I’m still fleshy where it should be.”

Wei Qing nodded in agreement, “That is true.”

Yan Chuyang looked thin, but his butt was round and bouncy.

His waist was thin, but there was still some muscles; they feeled soft but could be firm. Wei Qing had touched Yan Chuyang’s thigh once; it was smooth on the inside. Although his collarbone sticked out, his small shoulders were round and smooth. Wei Qing felt good when kissing the collarbones.

The more Wei Qing thought about him, the hotter his eyes became. He gulped and suddenly wanted to kiss Yan Chuyang and then do something…

“Hello? Have you finished it?” Seeing Wei Qing stopped on the second button for a long time, Yan Chuyang finally couldn’t bear him anymore. He brushed Wei Qing’s hands away and said, “I’ll do it myself.”

Getting dressed, Yan Chuyang pulled off the blanket on his body and got up from the sofa.

Compared to ordinary people, Yan Chuyang was tall, so Wei Qing’s shirt was not too long for him; it just reached his butt.

With light colored jeans and a white shirt on the boy, the formal working shirt had a sense of casual energy and fashion.

Staring at Yan Chuyang’s clothes with satisfaction, Wei Qing thought to himself: Sure enough, the level of appearance was very important. Even a white shirt could look so good on him.

“I’ll go upstairs.”

Wei Qing’s expression changed, asking, “Why are you going upstairs?” ‘Is he going to fetch his luggage and leave?’ He thought.

“I have to go back to my school dormitory.”

“Yan Chuyang!” Wei Qing roared, “Do you have any conscience? I’ve been hurt like this! Why do you still want to leave me?!”

Yan Chuyang’s forehead twitched and retorted, “How did I hurt you?”

Wei Qing raised his hand and pointed at the bruise on the back of it, saying, “Do you know why my hand is so seriously hurt?”

Yan Chuyang shook his head.

“It’s because you said you were divorcing me! I was so angry that I cut myself with a knife!”

“But you just said that you fell on your own and hurt your hand.”

“That’s because I lied to you to save my face. Won’t I be ashamed to say so?”

Yan Chuyang’s expression darkened. He glared at Wei Qing and said angrily, “Is self-harm a good thing? You still have the nerve to say it! Wei Qing, you’re almost thirty. When can you grow up?!”

Wei Qing’s eyes flashed and snorted to avoid Yan Chuyang’s reproachful eyes. He looked aside without saying a word.

Yan Chuyang leaned over apprehensively. He held Wei Qing’s wrist and looked at his hand, which was still a little scary even after the lotion was applied. He shouted,

“Please! When you hurt yourself, can you think about me? Don’t you know that you will make me worried and sad?”

Wei Qing’s face twisted, and he murmured in a low voice, “I just want to make you worried and sad.”

“It is because you said you were leaving. Hmph!”

Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly. He held Wei Qing’s wrist and walked to the bedroom on the first floor.

Wei Qing frozed and asked, “What are you going to do?”

“There is antiphlogistic drug in your bedroom. I’ll help you handle your wound!”

Wei Qing was overjoyed and followed him quickly.

Yan Chuyang didn’t leave at last.

Even though Yan Chuyang did not leave, the atmosphere between the two of them changed.

Yan Chuyang deliberately didn’t communicate much with Wei Qing, sometimes even didn’t look at him.

It was not because he was angry with Wei Qing, but after this accident, he felt very confused. He couldn’t figure out what their relationship was.

Were they a couple?

Of course not. Wei Qing had never admitted that he liked him. It was his wishful thinking, one-sided love. They certainly couldn’t be considered a couple.

How about friends?

It didn’t seem to be the case. Which two friends of the same sex would hug each other every day, and even kiss from time to time?

Yan Chuyang couldn’t figure it out, so he didn’t want to talk to Wei Qing.

He wanted to give himself some space, think about it carefully, and then get things right between them.

However, Wei Qing didn’t know the knot in Yan Chuyang’s heart. He only knew that Yan Chuyang had been acting abnormal recently, snubbing and ignoring him.

He was angry but he didn’t dare to say anything. He was afraid that the two of them would quarrel, then Yan Chuyang would ask for a divorce and leave home again.

At eight o’clock in the morning, Yan Chuyang finished breakfast. He picked up the napkin on the table, wiped the milk marks on his mouth, got up in a hurry and said, “I’m done, I’ll go to school first.”

Then he picked up the cloth bag on the chair and was about to walk out.

But just as he took several steps, he was stopped by Wei Qing, “Good-morning kiss.”

Yan Chuyang felt his scalp tightened. He sighed helplessly, turned around and took a quick kiss on Wei Qing’s lips, saying, “It’s done, I’m leaving.”

After that, he straightened up and walked out of the living room without hesitation.

The dinning room fell into silence. Wei Qing’s hand, which was originally cutting the sandwich, suddenly froze. After a moment’s silence, he threw the fork into the small plate and touched his lips where the sweetness of the milk that Yan Chuyang left remained.

He was so embarrassed…

Even though he knew that Yan Chuyang was unwilling and would put him off, he still couldn’t help kissing him every morning.

Being afraid that Yan Chuyang would reject him, he tried his best to suppress himself from kissing him or hugging him. Even the kiss before bed every night… he didn’t dare to ask for it for a few days.

He was afraid that Yan Chuyang would feel annoyed.

He was afraid that Yan Chuyang would ask for a divorce again.

Alas, Wei Qing relaxed his shoulder and leaned back against the back of the chair. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered how he could be held in such a position.

As he was thinking about it, the phone on the dining table suddenly vibrated.

After a while, Wei Qing grabbed his phone and pressed the answer button.

“Hello? Brother?” Wei Yuan’s loud voice came through the phone.