Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

184. How Did You Get In

Translator: Ahve

Perspiration helped to regulate body temperature. If one hardly sweated, he must feel hotter than others under the same temperature. Thus, Wei Qing bought an air-conditioner of intelligent temperature control at home.

It would help to automatically adjust the indoor temperature to the optimal level for human body.

There wasn’t even an electric fan in the room. How could anyone sleep well here?

Yan Chuyang rolled on the bed and stretched out his limbs uneasily. He frowned as if he was having a nightmare.

Wei Qing sighed helplessly. He squatted down and whispered to him in a soft voice, “Chuyang, you won’t sleep well like this. I’ll take off your clothes for you.”

As he said this, the man unbuttoned the boy’s shirt.

Yan Chuyang was still wearing the suit he wore at the award ceremony. He was in a bad mood. As soon as he returned to the house, he went to bed without even taking off his clothes.

Just as Wei Qing helped him undress, the boy turned over on his side with his back to the man.

Wei Qing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked to the wardrobe. He pulled out a thin blanket and put it on the boy’s belly.

Yet feeling hot, Yan Chuyang directly grabbed the blanket and threw it to the ground, his eyes still closed.

Wei Qing had to pick it up and put it over him again.

Though it was hot, the boy couldn’t sleep with his belly exposed, or he might catch a cold.

Feeling the fluffy blanket on his belly, Yan Chuyang stretched his legs fretfully. He grasped it and was to throw it away again.

“Don’t.” Wei Qing held his arm and uttered, “I know it’s hot, but you’ll surely get a bellyache tomorrow if you do that.” The man unfolded the blanket and tucked him in again, muttering, “You’ll have to endure it even if you get a bellyache. Who’s the one insisting on leaving my comfortable place, huh?”

While the man was complaining, the boy gradually quieted down. He was sleeping sound, his breathing steady.

Fortunately, Wei Qing found a palm-leaf fan on the table.

He sat down beside the boy and gently waved the fan.

The boy on the bed seemed to feel a little more comfortable.

At this moment, it was so peaceful and soothing.

In the narrow space, nothing but their breathing could be heard.

Wei Qing lowered his head and stared at the boy’s delicate face, his heart filled with affection for him.

“Maybe a small house could be warm and nice too.” This thought suddenly flashed across the man’s mind.

He grinned and gave the boy a kiss on the forehead, muttering, “We could live in a small house when we’re old, and I’ll fan you when you’re hot.”

It was almost dawn when Yan Chuyang had a dream.

And it was hard for him to tell anyone about it, especially Wei Qing.

In the dream, it was so hot. He was taking off the man’s clothes. Halfway through, Wei Qing grinned, “Thank you for your hard work. Now just let me help you.”

The boy lay down obediently and waited for the man to make a move.

His shirt was taken off first, and then a pair of hands came down to his pants…

Enchanted by Wei Qing’s charming face, Yan Chuyang couldn’t hold down his desire anymore and pushed the man down.

What happened next was exhilarating and ineffable.

“Ah!” At the most tense moment, the boy suddenly woke up from his dream.

His body was a bit sore, but luckily, it was just a dream.

Yan Chuyang let out a sigh, pondering. He began to admire himself as he could still remain calm right now after such an erotic dream.

He sat up and looked around in a daze. After realizing where he was, he sank back down.

He didn’t have to get up so early today. If as usual, he would already be waken up by Wei Qing for a morning run.

However, just as he went back to sleep, his arm was pulled abruptly. “Time to get up.”

Wei Qing pulled the boy up. “It’s already nine o’clock. No time for a morning run, but you have to eat breakfast.”

When he heard this familiar voice, Yan Chuyang was stunned for a second and then suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he saw Wei Qing, he tore himself from Wei Qing’s grasp and shouted with a frown, “How did you get in?”

He remembered clearly that he had locked the door last night.

Wei Qing took a glance at the window, “The window was open.”

Yan Chuyang looked at him up and down anxiously, “Did you crawl up the pipe?”

“Yeah.” Wei Qing’s voice was low and casual. Then he lowered his head and kicked the boy’s slippers to the bedside. “Hurry up and get dressed. The breakfast is ready.”

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Yan Chuyang leaned over to the man suddenly and grabbed his wrist. Frowning, he took a closer look at the man. “That pipe is very slippery. Once, I left my key here and the landlord wasn’t home. I climbed up the pipe and hit the ground hard. I nealy broke my bones that time.”

“Oh,” Wei Qing frowned and felt the boy’s face. “Why do you have to rush it? You can stay in a hotel and wait for the landlord to come back. Remember to think twice, especially when you’re not sure whether you can make it.”

Yan Chuyang stopped the man from rubbing his face, “I left some important books here that day, or I wouldn’t be that stupid.”

Wei Qing shook his head, “Safety first. That’s always rule number one. How can I ever rest assured if you don’t know how to take care of yourself?”

Yan Chuyang fell silent, as if he suddenly thought of something. He turned and looked out of the window, leaning against the headboard.

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t help but wonder, “Did this remind him of something?”

However, it shouldn’t be.

Tender and lenient as he was, Yan Chuyang hardly held grudges against others, unless one really crossed the line. Most of the time, he could just forgive and forget after a nice sleep, and nothing unhappy happened yesterday would keep him bothered today.

Wei Qing thought that Yan Chuyang might have already forgotten what had happened between them just a day ago.