Part 2
Jiang Yunian rubbed his nose. “I was just afraid you might have some misunderstanding about yourself, so I’m reminding you.”
You can’t return underwear if you buy the wrong size.
He added in a whisper, “I’m not small either.”
Jiang Yan’s gaze wandered ambiguously over Jiang Yunian’s lower body, seeming to evaluate something.
The next second, he grabbed Jiang Yunian’s wrist and pulled him straight toward the fitting room. “Then let’s compare.”
“No, no need!” Jiang Yunian struggled to break free, saying awkwardly, “Since you don’t think so, then let’s leave it at that.”
“Doesn’t Ge want to know?”
Jiang Yunian’s cheeks burned slightly. That kind of thing… he didn’t really want to know.
Jiang Yan smiled faintly. “You will want to.”
What nonsense is he talking? Why would I want to think about a man’s… that thing? It’s not like I don’t have one myself.
The salesgirl asked what size they wanted.
Jiang Yan’s expression was bland; he didn’t make a sound. Jiang Yunian urged him quietly, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
But he saw the other man silently look away.
Seeing that he seemed embarrassed to speak, the salesgirl said understandingly, “Don’t be shy. Plenty of people buy small sizes. I’ll get it for you right now.”
“No,” Jiang Yunian couldn’t handle the awkwardness, “We want… the biggest size.”
The salesgirl suspected she had heard wrong. “What?”
Jiang Yunian bit the bullet and repeated it.
The salesgirl’s eyes widened. She subconsciously glanced at his lower body, asking doubtfully, “Sir, is it for you?”
“No…” Jiang Yunian hurriedly used his phone to block the view. “I…”
The salesgirl realized she was being offensive, smiled apologetically, and advised him tactfully, “If it’s too big, it might… not hold things in place.”
Which “too big”? The underwear, or… Jiang Yunian couldn’t figure it out for a moment and flushed red with embarrassment.
“Pack it up,” Jiang Yan, who was standing aside, spoke up indifferently to rescue the situation. “My Ge just likes them big.”
The salesgirl gave a dry laugh. “Hehe… your Ge is really unique.”
Jiang Yan nodded. “En.”
Once the salesgirl left, Jiang Yunian, who had been hiding behind him like a mushroom, poked his head out in embarrassment and annoyance. “What nonsense are you spouting?”
Jiang Yan stared at his pair of ears, red from holding back, and couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch them.
His Ge was so obedient; he was really fun to bully.
When they returned home, Jiang Yunian’s hand paused as he felt for his keys, noticing Jiang Yan pinching the bridge of his nose and swaying slightly.
“Headache?” He opened the door. “I’ll rub it for you.”
Jiang Yan was just about to say no when he saw his Ge sit on the sofa and pat his thigh.
His gaze swept over those two straight, slender legs. His throat moved, and he suddenly changed his mind. “Okay.”
He lay back, resting the back of his head on Jiang Yunian’s lap. The sensation was even softer than in his dreams. Even through the fabric, Jiang Yan closed his eyes and felt a wave of heat flow through his skull.
Jiang Yunian had massaged him more than once. The way Jiang Yan lay relaxed in his embrace made him feel inexplicably at ease.
After massaging diligently for a while, Jiang Yunian’s mind wandered, and he couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Thick, broad eyebrows, quiet eyes, a nose bridge high and straight, and thin lips pressed into a line—even colder and sharper than the model on the mall poster. However, with his eyes closed, he looked a bit softer, unlike the indifference when his eyes were open, which sometimes made people afraid to look directly at him.
While he was spacing out, the person on his lap opened his eyes without warning, catching him slacking off red-handed.
Jiang Yunian snapped back to reality. “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Yan was silent for two seconds, then the corners of his lips hooked up slightly in a knowing smile. “Ge is peeking at me.”
Jiang Yunian mumbled that it wasn’t a blind massage, so how could he not look?
Jiang Yan smiled without speaking, his calm gaze having long seen through him. Jiang Yunian’s eyes darted away, his fingertips unconsciously winding around a lock of the other man’s hair. “Have you… remembered anything recently?”
Afraid he might slide down, he even cupped the man’s head and lifted it up a bit. With the back of his head resting against the junction of his thighs and waist, right above his underwear, Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes comfortably, enjoying himself so much he forgot about home.
“No.”
Jiang Yunian breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”
The person below opened his eyes again. “Hm?”
“No…” Jiang Yunian closed his eyes briefly. “I mean I was afraid your head hurt.”
Jiang Yan nuzzled his head against Jiang Yunian’s soft palm. “It doesn’t hurt when Ge is here.”
Hearing him call “Ge” again and again, the tangible feeling of being needed melted in his heart like honey. Jiang Yunian’s fingers unconsciously played with the other man’s hair, selfishly hoping that the crack in his memory would heal slowly.
But he knew this wasn’t right.
If it were half a month ago, Jiang Yunian would have been checking missing person notices every day, terrified the guy would refuse to leave.
One time he dragged him to the police station, but Jiang Yan disappeared as soon as he turned his head. After searching for ages, he found him at a bus stop. When Jiang Yunian tried to pull him away, his butt seemed glued to the bench; he refused to move.
“You’ve been missing for so long, your parents must be worried. Don’t you want to go back sooner?”
Jiang Yan stared at the ants moving house on the ground, indifferent. “Since they haven’t looked for so long, maybe they’re dead.”
Is there anyone who curses their own parents like that?
However, he wasn’t wrong. If they were truly worried, they would have searched long ago; there wouldn’t be absolute silence for this long. Jiang Yunian looked at him with a trace of pity, thinking of the doctor’s words—he would remember eventually, and leaving was just a matter of time. Since Jiang Yan insisted on staying, he felt embarrassed to chase him out, so he decided to let him stay for a while until his injuries healed.
Unexpectedly, that “while” turned into more than a month. After spending so much time together, Jiang Yunian occasionally thought that having someone else at home to talk to was actually quite nice. As a result, he stopped mentioning the police entirely, and the IOU he wrote back then was gathering dust. Perhaps, unknowingly, he had already come to treat Jiang Yan as family.
Jiang Yan came out of the shower, water dripping from the tips of his hair.
He glanced at the shopping bag on the bed, picked it up to look, and then tossed it expressionlessly into the wardrobe. In a hidden corner of the wardrobe, a crumpled ball of white fabric was stuffed away, stained with a sticky substance that had not yet dried.
The phone screen on the bedside table lit up, notifying him that his Ge had posted on Weibo a few minutes ago. Jiang Yunian didn’t have many friends; his circle was clean, and his social interactions were few. The only thing was that he had a habit of using Weibo as a diary, sharing trivial bits of life, occasionally mixed with some harmless complaints.
This time there were two photos. One was a candid shot of Jiang Yan’s back in the mall, and the other was of the clothes and underwear purchased. The caption was simple: Autumn is here, bought new clothes for my little brother. By the way, mall underwear is so expensive (tears).
This account of his had accumulated some followers, and comments appeared quickly below.
[Magical Girl]: Wow, wifey’s little brother looks so tall, and the new clothes look great too. Can I get a link? (Not asking for the clothes)
[Totto-chan by the Window]: So wifey has a brother! Followed for so long and this is the first time I realized.
[1.8m Macho Man]: Getting cock so soon?
[1.8m Macho Man]: Selling used underwear? Will pay.
Jiang Yan stared coldly at the last two comments, reported them with a backhand tap, and then left a brief positive review.
[LG]: Good choice of underwear.
Perhaps because he had just picked up his phone, the reply came quickly.
[Nian Nian You Yu]: Thanks, it’s the biggest size (Rose).
Is this bragging?
It seemed his Ge was very satisfied with his size.
Jiang Yan curled his lips, staring thoughtfully at the bright red rose emoji. Under what circumstances do people usually send roses?
Suddenly, a long-lost number called his phone.
Jiang Yan answered displeasedly, lowering the volume, instantly quieting the excited voice on the other end.
“Finally found you! We all thought you…”
The voice on the other end abruptly went silent.
Jiang Yan calmly finished the sentence: “Thought I was dead?”
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