Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Shang Xueyan closed his eyes, hoping to resume his sweet dream. However, once awake, it was hard to recapture. He let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes.

"Big Brother, what are you thinking about?" Shang Xueyan yawned, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Shang Xianwang looked down, a faint smile playing on his lips. "A Yan, are you already thinking about marrying me?"

Shang Xueyan’s mind buzzed. Meeting Shang Xianwang’s gentle, teasing gaze, he lifted his chin defiantly. "Don’t tell me you don’t want to marry me?"

Shang Xianwang suddenly pulled Shang Xueyan into a tight embrace, holding him close, his jaw pressed firmly against the side of Shang Xueyan’s neck.

He felt endlessly happy.

To have everything he ever wanted.

It was even better than he had ever imagined.

Amidst this intense happiness, a flicker of fear arose in Shang Xianwang’s heart.

Beautiful things are fragile—like colorful clouds that scatter easily or glass that shatters. It felt too perfect, almost like an illusion, as if such bliss could vanish at any moment. Fear is born from love. At this moment, Shang Xianwang’s heart was filled with trepidation.

Held tightly by Shang Xianwang, Shang Xueyan was momentarily stunned before a faint smile touched his lips. He returned the embrace with equal fervor.

After a moment, Shang Xianwang relaxed his hold slightly.

It was early morning. Outside the window, the sky was a quiet gray-blue. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a hazy light as the two remained closely entwined. Soon, Shang Xueyan felt that Big Brother Pink had also fully awakened.

His cheeks flushed, he spoke softly, his voice tinged with shyness. "Do you want to do it?"

"Are you still sore?"

"No, it doesn’t."

"Let’s wait until tomorrow," Shang Xianwang said, gently brushing the stray hairs from Shang Xueyan’s forehead. His tone was so tender it could melt one’s heart. "Let yourself heal a bit more."

"Oh, alright. Then I’ll sleep a little longer." It was still early, not yet time to get up.

"Mm."

Shang Xueyan scooted backward slightly and closed his eyes. A moment later, he felt his Big Brother move, as if preparing to turn off the bedside lamp.

Suddenly, Shang Xueyan turned over and said seriously, "It really doesn’t hurt at all."

His eyelashes fluttered nervously, like the wings of a startled butterfly. Blushing, he added, "And... and you’re getting bigger."

"A Yan..." The veins on Shang Xianwang’s neck throbbed visibly. His voice was hoarse, his gaze intense, like a blizzard accumulated over an entire winter.

He looked at his young lover.

Shang Xueyan had died at twenty, only to return to the age of twenty. By any measure, he was now only twenty-one—young, inexperienced, brave, honest, and loving him without reservation.

Compared to him, Shang Xianwang sometimes felt that his own gentleness and consideration lacked the youthful fervor.

"Baby."

"Hmm?"

"Today, I want to watch your face as I enter."

Shang Xueyan felt he was specially gifted. Perhaps he was more suited to being with a man than a woman, since he could accommodate something so immense.

Streaks of dazzling white light flashed through his mind. Shang Xueyan gripped the sheets tightly, his shrimp-red body trembling slightly.

Shang Xianwang carefully examined him. There were no injuries today, but since the ointment had healing properties, he applied a little to Shang Xueyan anyway.

In the days that followed, Shang Xueyan felt he was living a rather indulgent existence. The first few days were manageable—he had to go filming during the day, so they only did it once or twice at night. But after a week, Shang Xueyan had a five-day break.

At first, he was thrilled about the vacation.

He was excited on the first day, still excited on the second, but by the third day, his body was at its limit. By the fourth day, he felt like he was going to die in bed.

"Big Brother." Shang Xueyan’s voice was almost a whisper. He turned his head to look at him. Shang Xianwang lowered his gaze, kissed Shang Xueyan’s eyelids, and then kissed his way down to his earlobe.

Shang Xueyan’s body trembled uncontrollably. After days of unprecedented intimacy, his sensitivity had reached an extreme level.

Closing his aching, numb legs, he mustered his strength and pushed against the still-energetic Shang Xianwang. "Big Brother."

Shang Xianwang breathed heavily, putting a little distance between them.

Big Brother Pink had gotten even bigger!

Shang Xueyan wrapped all the blankets around himself, rolled backward forcefully, and put some distance between them. Peeking out with only his eyes, he asked, "Big Brother, do you think you might have some kind of... problem?"

"Hmm?"

Shang Xueyan glanced up at the ceiling, then back at Shang Xianwang. His eyes lingered on that noble, dignified face. Sincerely, he said, "Like... sex addiction?"

It didn’t make sense.

It really didn’t make sense.

The first few days were one thing, but these past few days, he’d been at it while awake and even while asleep. He had long since had nothing left to give, yet Big Brother remained still going strong—and so did Big Brother Pink.

Shang Xueyan used to not want to acknowledge that as Big Brother. He thought that, although his own was smaller, it was still perfectly respectable for a man. Besides size, duration and stamina mattered too, and in that regard, Big Brother might not necessarily be the "Big Brother."

But now he admitted it—that was also his Big Brother. Big Brother Pink! Little Big Brother! Anyway, they were both his brothers!

Shang Xianwang smiled and reached out toward Shang Xueyan. Shang Xueyan shivered. After the past few days of being completely exhausted, even too much pleasure could become frightening. He really couldn’t take it anymore; he felt like he was going to die.

But he still didn’t avoid his Big Brother’s approach.

Shang Xianwang said softly, "We won’t do it anymore. I’ll let you rest tomorrow."

"Then..." Shang Xueyan glanced downward.

"Don’t mind it. It’s been a bit excessive."

"Maybe I can use my hand," Shang Xueyan suggested after a moment. That was all he could manage—everywhere else was too sensitive from overuse.

"A Yan..." Shang Xianwang’s voice was hoarse, his gaze complicated as he looked at Shang Xueyan. "Aren’t you tired?"

Shang Xueyan yawned. "I am tired."

"But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable." His eyes sparkled, radiant and full of flowing light.

After saying this, he mustered his energy and reached out his hand with practiced ease.

Shang Xianwang wiped Shang Xueyan's hand clean, slid back under the covers, and pulled Shang Xueyan close, who had already fallen asleep again. Shang Xianwang watched his lips, still slightly upturned even in sleep, as a wave of happiness washed over him.

On the last day of Shang Xueyan's vacation, Shang Xianwang, who hadn't been to the company for four days, finally went to work. After he left, Shang Xueyan went back to bed to get some more sleep.

Severely sleep-deprived over the past few days, he slept until the afternoon and felt completely recharged.

The house staff had been given time off during these days, and today the villa was still just Shang Xueyan and Shang Xianwang. At Shang Xueyan's strong insistence, Shang Xianwang went to work at the company, leaving Shang Xueyan alone at home.

Before leaving for work, Shang Xianwang had left soup simmering in a clay pot. Shang Xueyan drank some of the soup and, after filling his stomach, grabbed his phone.

He hadn't touched his phone for four days, and there were many messages—from Fu Jingning, Feng Yixi, as well as from the group chat with Wang Xiantao and Shen Mengkun, who had sent tons of messages over the past few days.

The historical drama Wang Xiantao starred in last year had aired a few days ago and was now getting great buzz, showing all signs of blowing up.

This was information Shang Xueyan had known five days ago. Now, five days later, the show continued to gain popularity, and Wang Xiantao's chemistry with the female second lead was especially hot.

Shang Xueyan: "Congratulations @Wang Xiantao"

Shen Mengkun: "Yan, you're finally alive!"

Shen Mengkun: "A full five days! You and your big brother have been going at it like animals for five whole days!"

Shen Mengkun: "You gay couples are scary."

Shang Xueyan's eyes blurred for a moment. How had Shen Mengkun, such a pure and good friend, been corrupted by Wang Xiantao? He was talking with such a dirty mind.

Shang Xueyan: "I've been busy with work these past few days."

Shen Mengkun: "Do I look stupid to you? jpg"

Shang Xueyan: "Aren't you just a fool? jpg"

Soon after, Wang Xiantao noticed Shang Xueyan had appeared and cheerfully asked how his butt was holding up.

Shang Xueyan gritted his teeth, instantly regretted it.

Their group chat was quite lively, with everyone chatting almost daily unless schedules were too busy or filming too exhausting. Shang Xueyan's sudden disappearance for five days, not replying to messages and not being on set, had led Wang Xiantao and Shen Mengkun to wonder what he was up to.

They gave him some light teasing but didn't push further, afraid Shang Xueyan would throw his phone away and ignore them.

Wang Xiantao announced cheerfully, "I announce: since the show started airing until today, I've gained almost three million followers."

"Across the entire internet" referred to the combined platforms. His show hadn't even aired halfway yet, and if it didn't flop later, it was definitely shaping up to be a hit.

Shang Xueyan's "Shunyang Street Daily" had finished airing, and he gained one million fans across all platforms. Of course, he was satisfied and really happy for Wang Xiantao's current success.

Undoubtedly, such great data was a reason to celebrate. The three chatted in the group for over an hour, made plans to grab dinner once Shen Mengkun returned from out of town, and continued chatting until they both had to get back to work. Only then did Shang Xueyan put down his phone.

To prevent Dajin from causing trouble, Shang Xianwang had turned him off five days ago.

Shang Xueyan went to power Dajin back on and played with the enthusiastic dog for a while until his phone started buzzing.

It was a call from Shen Ling.

"Sister Ling, what's going on?" Shang Xueyan's voice wasn't as clear as usual, but it was not as raspy as last night.

He sat on the soft sofa, playing with the dog as he spoke.

Shen Ling glanced at the couple in the reception room. The man appeared to be around thirty-five, and the woman looked just over thirty, with thick black hair tied into a low bun at the back. Her skin was snow-white, graceful and refined, and her features had a slight resemblance to Shang Xueyan's.

Shen Ling hesitated and said, "Well, today a couple showed up saying they're your parents and wanting to see you."

Shang Xueyan's hand, which had been petting the dog, froze mid-air. He asked in total shock, "Sister Ling, what did you say?"

Shen Ling replied, "I sent photos of them to your WeChat. Do you want to take a look? This couple's features somewhat resemble yours."

Shen Ling had originally thought Shang Xueyan was Shang Xianwang's long-lost little brother. After the two started dating, Shen Ling never asked whether they were actually related by blood.

After all, President Shang would handle it.

But today, this couple suddenly appeared at the company entrance, claiming to be Shang Xueyan's parents. Shen Ling hoped it was true.

Although she felt the two were biological brothers—their intimacy from the very beginning seemed innate, as if rooted in blood.

Not receiving any pets from its owner, Dajin actively rubbed its metal head upward against Shang Xueyan's palm, letting out an endearing bark.

But at this moment, Shang Xueyan was in no mood to respond to the dog. His heart was pounding in his throat.

With trembling fingers, he opened WeChat. The moment he saw the photo sent by Sister Ling, his mind went completely blank.

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Author's Note: Good night, mwah, [kiss][kiss][kiss]