Chapter 41 Don’t Move, Yan Yan
Lin Qingyan would never forget the last few months of his past life, when he was falsely accused by An Nanyi, vilified by netizens, and even the person he loved didn’t understand him. His family, besides wanting money, ignored him.
He could only hide in a small, unknown rental apartment, enduring the torment of his illness, slowly losing his sight, his hearing… that period was like living in an abyss that never saw the light of day.
At that time, Lin Qingyan thought that death might be the best escape, but when that man found him, silently caring for him and accompanying him, he suddenly didn’t want to die anymore. He wanted to live a few more days.
This man had lit a light in his dark life, but this light came too late. His body was like a candle burning out, unable to support itself any longer.
Before he died, he repeatedly stroked the man’s face, feeling the man’s burning tears fall on his hand.
He thought, if there was a next life, if he could meet this person earlier… The man was like the hawthorn candies he loved to eat as a child, bringing a touch of sweetness to his ordinary and bitter life.
He just didn’t expect that this impossible wish would come true so quickly. Now this man was lying in front of him, being unconditionally kind to him just like in his past life.
“Is it you, Gu Fei…?” Lin Qingyan’s fingertips trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. He choked out a soft whisper, “It has to be you.”
At that moment, the man frowned slightly, reaching out to grasp the young man’s hand resting on his face. He opened his still hazy eyes, looking worriedly at the tear-stained face. “Why are you crying?”
His low, magnetic voice held the lazy, husky quality of intoxication, yet it also conveyed concern and anxiety.
Lin Qingyan didn’t know if Gu Fei was awake or not. He wiped away his tears, shaking his head. “Nothing… it was just thunder, I’m a little scared.”
As if on cue, a loud clap of thunder boomed outside. Lin Qingyan was genuinely startled.
The young man’s slender shoulders trembled, his reddened eyes and wet cheeks making him look like a delicate flower about to be swept away by a storm, utterly pitiful and helpless.
Gu Fei’s head was still a little fuzzy. He propped himself up on one elbow, his strong arms encircling Lin Qingyan’s thin waist, pulling him close. He murmured, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
As he spoke, he gently wiped away the tears on the young man’s face. The calloused pads of his fingers touched the smooth, delicate skin, causing a tingling sensation on Lin Qingyan’s face, yet filling him with an unusual sense of security.
He didn’t even want to leave the man’s embrace, but… Lin Qingyan blushed slightly. Gu Fei’s shirt was still open, loosely hanging on his body, and his face was pressed against Gu Fei’s strong chest, the touch warm.
He saw what he should and shouldn’t have seen.
Taking advantage of Gu Fei’s drunken state, he stealthily took a few more glances. After all, the physique was truly enviable.
However, the little voyeur didn’t notice that the man had subtly observed his actions. A fleeting smile flickered in his alcohol-glazed eyes.
After a while, Lin Qingyan finally looked away. The man’s hand remained on his face, his arm firmly around his waist, his chin resting on his head. The warm breath, carrying the strong scent of alcohol, enveloped him.
Lin Qingyan finally realized how intimate and ambiguous the posture was. He gently pushed Gu Fei’s chest, his ears turning crimson. “Brother Fei, I’m alright, cough… would you like some hangover soup?”
“Butler Shen made some earlier. If we don’t drink it soon, it’ll get cold. You really should drink some; otherwise, you’ll have a head…”
His words trailed off as he saw Gu Fei casually remove his open shirt completely, his perfect physique fully exposed—broad shoulders, narrow waist, the legendary “male model waist.”
Lin Qingyan swallowed hard. “…otherwise, you’ll have a headache tomorrow.”
Then, Gu Fei lay down on the bed, pulling Lin Qingyan down with him.
Lin Qingyan: !!!
They lay facing each other, very close. Lin Qingyan was forced to rest his head on the man’s arm. Gu Fei had closed his eyes, his brows furrowed with unconcealed fatigue, but his arm remained firmly around the young man’s waist, immobilizing him.
Lin Qingyan felt incredibly hot, the air thick with the man’s intoxicating scent of alcohol and pheromones. The contact was burning, and he felt like he was getting drunk as well.
“Brother Fei, are you asleep?”
No response.
Lin Qingyan struggled again, trying to push the arm away from his waist, his body fidgeting restlessly. “Mr. Gu?”
“Mr. Gu?”
“Gu Fei?”
“Mmm…”
His mouth was suddenly covered. The man’s large palm covered the young man’s soft lips, silencing his words, his hot breath spraying onto his face, accelerating his heartbeat.
Gu Fei’s lips brushed against Lin Qingyan’s ear, his low, lazy voice almost like a lover’s whisper:
“Stop calling out, and don’t move, Yan Yan.”
“…” Lin Qingyan felt like he was about to explode.
He hadn’t expected a drunk Gu Fei to be like this.
Having just confirmed Gu Fei’s identity, Lin Qingyan felt both moved and afraid to move. Looking at the magnified handsome face up close, his brows slightly furrowed as he slept, he couldn’t help but gently smooth out the wrinkles between the man’s brows.
Today was the anniversary of Gu Fei’s father’s death; Gu Fei must be feeling very bad. Lin Qingyan felt a pang of sympathy, his heart softening, allowing himself to be held by the man, docile like a gentle kitten.
The rain outside had lessened somewhat, still falling in a light drizzle. The bedroom was quiet, the only sound their shallow breaths.
The young man in his arms wore loose tank top and shorts. His limbs were long and slender. He must have just showered; a faint scent of milk-scented body wash lingered on him. Was it the sweetness of the body wash, or was the young man himself sweeter?
Gu Fei’s heart gradually calmed down.
He lowered his head, whether intentionally or not, his warm lips brushing against the skin of the young man’s forehead, causing a shiver. Lin Qingyan closed his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly, his cheeks flushed crimson.
The gentle patter of rain outside was like a lullaby, mixed with the chirping of summer insects. The air conditioning in the room was set to a comfortable temperature.
He had exerted a lot of energy practicing singing and dancing during the day, and now it felt so comfortable lying like this. Lin Qingyan felt drowsy, and he curled up slightly in the man’s arms, slowly falling asleep.
The man, who had seemed asleep, opened his eyes at this moment. He gazed intently at the young man sleeping peacefully in his arms, his expression softening, a slight smile playing on his thin lips like a satisfied lion.
He pulled a blanket over them, then turned off the light.
The bowl of hangover soup on the bedside table remained untouched until the next day.
The night passed without a word.
The rain had stopped, and the sky cleared.
Just as dawn broke, Lin Qingyan woke up. The morning light was muted by the curtains, allowing only a small sliver of light to penetrate the dim bedroom, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air.
Lin Qingyan opened his eyes to find himself face-to-face with a handsome face inches away. In the dim light, it held a hazy beauty, making his heart skip a beat. He unconsciously held his breath.
The events of last night flooded his mind like a dam bursting, each scene as clear as a movie.
Lin Qingyan’s feelings were incredibly complex. He winced, as if his teeth hurt, and slowly sat up, carefully lifting the covers and gently removing the arm draped across his waist.
Whew…
He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly getting out of bed, putting on his shoes, and sneaking out of the room.
Hopefully, Mr. Gu was too drunk to remember last night.
Lin Qingyan returned to his own room next door, lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, his mind unusually clear. He lay there for over an hour, finally getting up to wash up around eight o’clock.
Gu Fei should be at the company by now, right?
However, he forgot that these past few days, Gu Fei had been picking him up on his way to work and taking him to Yi Hua Entertainment.
Therefore, when Lin Qingyan saw the man sitting calmly at the dining table, looking at his phone, he felt an overwhelming urge to run away. But he had only just turned around when someone called out to him.
“Where are you going? Come have breakfast.”
“Okay.” Lin Qingyan could only grit his teeth and turn around, acting as if nothing had happened, and sat down opposite Gu Fei. He picked up his glass and drank warm milk, secretly observing the man’s reaction.
…There was no reaction whatsoever.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Fei, do you remember last night?”
“Hmm?” Gu Fei lifted his eyelids, giving him a questioning glance, before calmly replying, “I drank too much last night; I don’t remember much after that. What happened?”
“Nothing, nothing. You just fell asleep after you came back.”
Lin Qingyan had just breathed a sigh of relief when the man spoke again, his tone somewhat puzzled. “But, I woke up with a numb right arm, like something had been pressing on it all night.”
“Cough…” Lin Qingyan nearly choked on the milk he hadn’t swallowed yet.
I’m sorry, it was me pressing on it.
Gu Fei pulled out a tissue and naturally wiped the milk from the corner of Lin Qingyan’s lips.
Looking at the young man, whose face was flushed and who was clearly uncomfortable, he continued, “And, I had a dream. In the dream, I was holding something while I slept.”
Lin Qingyan: “…”
That’s right, he was holding me.
“I saw last night. You were sleeping on your side hugging the blanket, which probably caused your arm to be pressed. Don’t sleep like that next time,” Lin Qingyan explained solemnly.
“Mm.” A subtle curve appeared on the corner of the man’s lips.
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