Chapter 100

Chapter 100

It had been over an hour since Yuan Ting lay on Cheng Nanyi's lap under a small blanket, staring at the ceiling.

Over an hour... not too long, not too short... in any case, it had happened, but it was only halfway done.

Yuan Ting had thought there wouldn't be anything here, but Cheng Nanyi had produced all sorts of equipment. Looking at that beautiful little box, Yuan Ting was getting ready, determined to make the most of this opportunity.

Cheng Nanyi also assured him that from now on, they would take turns, and this time, he would let Yuan Ting take the top position.

Excited, Yuan Ting kissed him several times, trying to please Cheng Nanyi even more.

For the first time, he had to ensure Cheng Nanyi had a good experience so that there would be a second time, a third time... countless more times, until Cheng Nanyi couldn't forget it.

So, Yuan Ting tried his best with his limited knowledge...

Don't ask why his knowledge was limited; the answer was that he hadn't had many chances to watch adult content in his past life, and his meager knowledge was from when he was in college in his previous life. Just think about how many years had passed...

In this life, he hadn't had much opportunity to expand his knowledge yet.

In any case, his knowledge was quite limited.

So, he kissed and kissed... and kept on kissing, even though his lips were getting numb after all the kissing.

Until Cheng Nanyi took the lead in kissing him.

Yuan Ting didn't even want to mention it. Seriously, this was too fragile.

Just a few times, seriously, what was happening...?

Then... he felt miserable.

Fine, after losing his chance, he could only help Cheng Nanyi, who was far more resilient than him.

Anyway, Yuan Ting was so disheartened that he didn't want to talk anymore.

Cheng Nanyi lowered his head to look at him and pinched his nose.

Yuan Ting slapped his hand away and said irritably, "Don't touch me."

"It's like this the first time," Cheng Nanyi said, "Others might be more exciting."

"What the hell?" Yuan Ting suddenly sat up. "What do you mean? You're not a first-timer?"

Cheng Nanyi smiled, "It's all relative. Without you to compare to, I wouldn't be considered very experienced either."

Damn...

He wasn't exactly comforted.

Cheng Nanyi pulled him close like holding a doll and gave his earlobe an affectionate kiss. "Practice more, and it'll be better next time."

Yuan Ting cleared his throat and planted a kiss on Cheng Nanyi's lips.

Cheng Nanyi hesitated for a moment and then returned the kiss.

……

Feeling the warmth of Cheng Nanyi's embrace and the temperature of his lips.

Yuan Ting's head was like a firework exploding. Though he was still a bit inexperienced, he had improved significantly compared to the first time.

"You're absolutely right," Yuan Ting said.

"Where did I say something right?" Cheng Nanyi asked playfully.

"Get lost." Yuan Ting kicked Cheng Nanyi off the couch.

Cheng Nanyi took a shower and brushed his teeth before coming out.

Yuan Ting lay on the couch, lazily squinting at him. "Are you disgusted with me?"

Cheng Nanyi raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you skip brushing your teeth?"

"Ugh," Yuan Ting closed his eyes, "No way, I'm the one who's disgusted with you."

Cheng Nanyi walked over and pulled him up. "Go take a shower."

"I don't want to," Yuan Ting whined. "I'm not dirty, and besides, you've already eaten, and now you find me dirty..." He chuckled.

Cheng Nanyi patted his back and didn't say anything, just carrying him into the bathroom.

"Oh my god..." Yuan Ting exclaimed when he saw the luxurious bathroom.

The large bathtub, the floor, the decor, everything...

"Why did my stepfather give me a house and make such a luxurious bathroom?" Yuan Ting was placed in a bathtub that could accommodate several people and playfully splashed some water.

"Your stepfather's exact words were, 'Little Ting has grown up, he can bring girls home now.'"

Yuan Ting: "...Well, my stepfather is quite understanding."

Yuan Ting lounged in the tub and waved his hand. "Come on, Mr. Cheng, serve Young Master Yuan a glass of 1982 Lafite."

There was no 1982 Lafite, so Mr. Cheng brought a cup of hot milk for Young Master Yuan.

Yuan Ting bathed, drank his milk, and used one hand to hold his phone as he called his stepfather to sincerely thank him for the house.

Cheng Shaolin asked him to go through the formalities in a few days. The house was purchased, the money was paid, but in reality, the paperwork had not been completed, and Yuan Ting had to do it himself.

Yuan Ting had a lengthy discussion with his stepfather, saying he didn't want the house, and the two argued for more than half an hour. In the end, Cheng Shaolin, who remained in good spirits, hung up the phone, leaving Yuan Ting fuming.

Cheng Shaolin was quite speechless, thinking about how mischievous his son used to be when he was a child. He wished he could tear down the house himself. How come as he grew up, he lost the cleverness of his childhood? He even refused the house he was given.

When Cheng Nanyi returned, Yuan Ting was still soaking in the water, looking very content.

Since the new place had just been constructed, there wasn't much takeout available. Cheng Nanyi had to drive out to buy food.

After a round trip of over an hour, this lazy guy Yuan Ting was still soaking in the tub.

Cheng Nanyi sighed helplessly and went to scoop the little rascal out of the bathtub.

"Your skin is all wrinkled."

"So what? The skin of an eighteen-year-old young man, afraid of getting wrinkled?" Yuan Ting glanced at him. "Big brother, you're an old bull grazing on tender grass, so don't complain about this and that."

Cheng Nanyi almost burst out laughing.

After dressing Young Master Yuan, he placed the meal on the table. Yuan Ting, like a gust of wind, fluttered over the leaves and finally slumped in a chair, unable to move.

He had only had a few sips of Da Hong Pao in the morning, and then he had two confidence-diminishing workouts. Not being hungry would be strange.

……

On the evening of his twenty-seventh birthday, Yuan Ting didn't come home.

Yuan Qingguang squatted on his own rooftop, watching the falling snow, feeling melancholic. His son must be with his boyfriend.

He was eighteen years old, an adult. What could he do if he didn't come home at night? He must have gone to a hotel...

His son was so grown up, how did he become gay?

Yuan Xiao climbed up to the rooftop and held an umbrella over his second uncle. The two of them crouched under one umbrella, both feeling a mix of emotions.

Second Uncle: "Nephew, do you know what your younger brother is doing right now?"

Yuan Xiao: "..." Uncle, isn't this question a bit uncomfortable to answer? Isn't it just adding to your worries?

Yuan Xiao sniffled. "Uncle, you can relax. Being gay is really not a big deal. He can live his life just fine. It's not like he's missing limbs or anything. It doesn't matter."

Second Uncle: "Why doesn't it matter? He can't have children..."

Yuan Xiao: "I see." He sighed. "Uncle, you're quite something. Instead of caring about whether your son is happy or not, you're worried about whether he has children. Why is that?"

Second Uncle: "Nonsense." Yuan Qingguang couldn't help but glare at him. "Is having children the only path to happiness?"

Yuan Xiao scratched his head. "Well, if having children leads to happiness, why doesn't he go and have some? It's not that difficult. Men and women just need to do a little something, and voilà, they can have children. It's pretty straightforward."

Second Uncle opened his mouth to argue but couldn't find a way to respond for a while.

How come he hadn't noticed that his frail and delicate nephew had such a sharp tongue?

Yuan Xiao: "Second Uncle, take care of yourself and be healthy and happy. That's the greatest happiness for Yuan Ting."

Second Uncle: "But if my son isn't happy, how can I be happy?"

Yuan Xiao was speechless. "If your son isn't happy, does he become gay? He's doing this because he's happy."

Second Uncle: "Can one be happy without having children?"

Yuan Xiao: "..." There was just no way to communicate.

Yuan Xiao moved out from under Yuan Qingguang's umbrella and carefully climbed down the ladder. He muttered to himself, "Different paths lead to different destinations. If you insist on imposing your idea of happiness and joy on others, then you'll be the one suffering."

Yuan Ting, who had been on Yuan Qingguang's mind, had finished eating and was lying on the bed.

The central air conditioning worked well, and the room was quite warm. Yuan Ting was wearing only thin pajamas, and the two of them shared a blanket, with half of their bodies nestled in Cheng Nanyi's embrace.

In his right hand, Yuan Ting held his phone, while Cheng Nanyi held his left hand. Cheng Nanyi furrowed his brow and asked, "Why did you switch the red string to this hand?"

Yuan Ting yawned and replied, "It's inconvenient to write with it on the right hand... What's the big deal? Does it matter which hand it's on?"

Cheng Nanyi said, "No, it doesn't."

"Oh," Yuan Ting pushed him away, tossed his phone aside, turned over, and with a tired voice, said, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Cheng Nanyi said, "Wait a moment."

"What's the matter?" Yuan Ting half-opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Nanyi, a little alarmed. "I didn't save any energy today."

Cheng Nanyi clicked his tongue and said, "What are you thinking? You're just a little rascal, even though you're Little Yuan CEO. I just want to switch positions with you."

"Switch? No, I don't want to." Yuan Ting pushed him away in embarrassment. "I've gotten used to sleeping on your side. Why do you suddenly want to change positions?"

Cheng Nanyi didn't say anything. He just turned to this side and then turned Yuan Ting in a different direction, hugging him and holding Yuan Ting's left hand with his left hand.

Yuan Ting leaned against Cheng Nanyi's chest, his gaze fixed on their intertwined hands. Cheng Nanyi also moved the red string to his left hand.

Yuan Ting remained silent for a while, then chuckled. This guy, he may look mature, but he's quite childish in reality.

Well, he could understand. After all, he was just a young man in his early twenties, experiencing his first love. Understanding, understanding...

Yuan Ting arched backward a bit to eliminate any gap between their bodies, and then he closed his eyes.

Yuan Ting, despite his claim of being used to his position, slept soundly even after changing places. After all, an eighteen-year-old young man had excellent sleep quality.

Yuan Ting slept until it was broad daylight. When he woke up, Cheng Nanyi was already awake and had bought breakfast. He was in the living room making a phone call.

Yuan Ting staggered into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He brushed with his right hand, then switched to his left...

Huh?

Yuan Ting stared at his left wrist in disbelief. Oh my God, was he seriously ill? Why did his left wrist also have a faint familiar pain?

Yuan Ting moved his right wrist a bit, and it also felt a little uncomfortable.

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Ting realized that his hands had indeed done some work yesterday, especially the... that thing, which was quite demanding on the hands.

Maybe his left hand wasn't used to working, so he felt it more prominently than his right hand.

Yuan Ting comforted himself with this thought. That must be it.

Yes, that's it.

Cheng Nanyi walked in and saw Yuan Ting staring at his wrist. Without showing any concern, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yuan Ting continued to brush his teeth, then glared at Cheng Nanyi through the mirror and mumbled, "I won't help you anymore in the future. Little CEO Yuan's hands are precious, you know."

Cheng Nanyi came up from behind, embraced him, and held his hand, gently massaging his wrist with his fingers. He whispered, "Next time, you won't need your hands."

Yuan Ting blushed deeply but still reached back and gave him a playful pat. Some things were just too tempting to resist.

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