Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Although Xie Yunshen had been on his own for years, he had never harbored any particular fantasies or expectations about kissing.

He didn't think swapping spit was all that classy of an activity.

His only frame of reference came from novels and TV dramas, so experiencing it for real was sure to open up new sensations and discoveries for him.

Mr. Yan, for his part, knew how important first impressions were. He responded with gentle, careful attention, easing Xie Yunshen's nervousness and anxiety. That's how Xie Yunshen came to really like kissing.

When he kissed Mr. Yan, he had the illusion of stealing the other man's breath and sighs from his lips, the temperature on his own lips turning hot.

He could even smell Mr. Yan's familiar scent growing more intense, like an invitation from the soul.

Urged on by raw instinct, Xie Yunshen needed to rein in his own unruly impulses and recklessness. But Mr. Yan placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair as if to encourage him, guiding him so enticingly that it sent his imagination soaring.

Xie Yunshen then began without restraint, kissing him again and again. Glistening strands of moisture dampened the corners of their mouths. Mr. Yan indulged him completely, even when Xie drew him down by the waist, parting his lips to let him press closer. His hands remained on Xie Yunshen's shoulders, utterly defenseless.

Just as he was about to fall back onto the sofa, Xie Yunshen gathered him back into his embrace, keeping him close within his arms. This was the sense of security Mr. Yan gave him.

His lips brushed and nuzzled against the side of Mr. Yan's neck. "...You smell so good."

If this was a dream, it was almost too good to be true.

Mr. Yan wrapped one arm around his shoulder while the other swiftly loosened his own tie and undid his collar, so the kisses on his neck wouldn't be blocked by his shirt.

Mr. Yan hoped to succeed this time, to solidify their relationship as quickly as possible.

When Mr. Yan tilted his head to the side, Xie Yunshen's kisses naturally landed on his neck, following the texture of his skin and the veins beneath, fervent and powerful, youthful yet resolute.

Out of Xie Yunshen's sight, Mr. Yan—who usually rarely blinked—blinked rapidly a couple of times. His breathing grew heated. His palm slid from the nape of Xie's neck up into his hair, stroking the back of his head, feeling the vibrant, youthful blood and pulse racing for him.

All that composure, calmness, and restrained rationality dissipated like smoke before the person in his arms.

Mr. Yan had only loosened his tie; his shirt was still on. Impatient, Xie Yunshen gave it a random tug, sending metal buttons clattering to the floor.

Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop, asking a shockingly inappropriate and ill-timed question: "Mr. Yan, do you like me?"

"Silly dog... what should you be doing now..." Mr. Yan's brow knitted slightly, his voice already hoarse and breath uneven.

"Sorry..." Xie Yunshen pressed the bridge of his nose against Mr. Yan's cheek, his breath tickling and clinging warmly to their faces.

Then he heard Mr. Yan sigh. "...I do like you... an incredible, unbelievable amount."

Xie Yunshen froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around him, bursting out happily, "Right? I love you to death too, Mr. Yan..."

"..." Yan Shiqi looked at his bright smile—finally seeing those perpetually blazing eyes again—and felt immensely gratified. He stroked Xie Yunshen's face.

It was unclear who moved closer first. Mr. Yan caught his lips, gently pressing and nibbling before slipping into his mouth.

A clumsy, bumping, tugging, yet sincere and fervent kiss, bathed in the approaching dusk outside the window, exceptionally tender.

The curtains swayed in the breeze; the early autumn air held a slight chill.

Since there was no lubricant at home, nor any adult products, Xie Yunshen didn't go all the way. He simply held him, foreheads pressed together, palms feeling each other's warmth, melting and rising in their hands, dissolving a feast of impulse.

Mr. Yan lay in his arms, slowly closing his eyes.

Xie Yunshen glanced towards the second floor; the bed was in the bedroom upstairs.

He scooped the man into his arms and swiftly carried him up to the second floor.

He found the bed had been made with fresh sheets and a duvet cover.

Xie Yunshen gently laid Mr. Yan on the bed and covered him with the blanket.

Afterwards, he went to take a shower. As steam fogged the glass and he saw his own blurred reflection, he began to feel anxious and insecure again. Had he really returned to his own body? How could Mr. Yan be here?

No, that's not right. How could Mr. Yan possibly appear here?

Weren't they supposed to be from two different worlds now?

His heart fluttered in panic, his throat prickling as if pierced by needles. His face still damp, he rushed out of the bathroom and saw Mr. Yan lying on the bed, hands pressed to his own forehead as if rubbing to clear his mind.

Realizing he might be going mad again, he hastily dried himself off, freshened up a bit, then slipped under the covers. Carefully, he embraced Mr. Yan, feeling the solid, real presence.

"Okay, it's real, it's real..." He let out a relieved sigh, whispering to himself, comforting himself.

Xie Yunshen closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. He hadn't slept since yesterday, caught in emotional highs and lows. So, holding Mr. Yan, he actually slept very soundly.

A long while later, Mr. Yan silently opened his eyes within his embrace. His gaze traced over the face before him, soft yet tinged with a trace of gravity and worry.

The sunset's afterglow had completely vanished behind the city's skyscrapers; night's footsteps had arrived.

The city's night had just begun. This detached little house was far from the bustle outside its windows. Its owner groggily opened his eyes, feeling himself nestled in a warm embrace.

Xie Yunshen frantically searched, seeing Mr. Yan beside him, and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Before sleeping, he had been the one holding Mr. Yan. How did he end up curled in the other man's arms upon waking?

Xie Yunshen stared at the side of Mr. Yan's neck and his Adam's apple. The vivid, striking red kiss marks there hit Xie Yunshen's face like bullets, instantly flushing it hot and red.

Had he, like a dog, gnawed all over the big shot? What were they now? Lovers, they were lovers!

Xie Yunshen felt completely off-kilter, his heart pounding wildly. And as if that wasn't enough, he caught sight of Mr. Yan's lips again. Great, now he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

How vile, Xie Yunshen, how could you have such lewd thoughts, as if you'd taken an aphrodisiac.

To avoid waking Mr. Yan, Xie Yunshen simply shifted his focus. Staying in that position, he reached for his phone nearby and glanced at it. It was only midnight.

He hadn't checked his phone all day and found many new messages.

Friend A: "Holy shit, Lao Xie, you've been hiding your skills! When did you become Yan Shiqi's brother?"

Friend B: "Where have you been these past two years? So you're the missing rich young master! If you don't mind, I'd like to acknowledge you as my sworn father!"

Former employer, Celebrity C: "Xie, introduce me to your brother. Need an investor lately (kiss emoji)."

Xie Yunshen replied: "Take medicine if you have a fever."

Finding this utterly baffling, Xie Yunshen clicked on the trending news.

Several news alerts immediately popped up on his phone.

The first one read: "Yan Shiqi Offers High Reward to Find Relative," published last night.

The second: "Yan Shiqi Reunites with Brother at Group Headquarters Entrance, Touching Scene, Brother Communicates with XX News Reporter..."

When did I communicate with a reporter?

Xie Yunshen clicked on the first text message: Yan Shiqi was offering a 5% stake in Yunqi as a reward for finding his missing younger brother...

Seeing this, Xie Yunshen was taken aback. He didn't know much about it, but just looking at the Yunqi Group building, a 5% stake must be worth a fortune, right?

All this just to find me?

Looking at Yan Shiqi's face, Xie Yunshen's heart swelled with warmth, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

The following messages were about the withdrawal of the reward notice, along with some comments underneath, which Xie Yunshen also read.

"How convenient. He searched for years without finding him, but as soon as a reward was offered, this younger brother just popped up."

"Money talks, after all."

"Yan Shiqi, such a shrewd businessman, actually wants to trade money for family ties."

"A 5% stake? Only a fool would turn that down."

"Was a DNA test done?"

"If I had such an outstanding older brother, I wouldn't hesitate for a second (heart-eyes)."

"Honestly, this younger brother is too handsome (drooling)."

"The two brothers hugging is a feast for the eyes."

After scrolling through the comments, Xie Yunshen realized they were all suggesting he had ulterior motives for coming forward.

Fortunately, it was such a coincidence; otherwise, that 5% stake would probably have been claimed by that vampire boss.

Xie Yunshen tossed his phone aside, hugged Mr. Yan tightly, and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. But Mr. Yan's scent kept tempting him—it was tormenting, he couldn't sleep.

He gently bit the collar of Mr. Yan's shirt, lifting it slightly. By the city lights filtering through the window, he could clearly see Mr. Yan's collarbone, perfectly defined in the shadows.

His fingers twisted the blanket covering Mr. Yan into tight wrinkles. The more he restrained himself, the stronger the desire grew. Just a light touch—as long as he didn't wake Mr. Yan.

But this only made it harder to control himself. He lifted his head with deep longing and began to suck on his neck.

Xie Yunshen, oh Xie Yunshen, what are you, a dog? Don't go any further, Mr. Yan might wake up.

He always remembered that Mr. Yan suffered from insomnia, which was why he valued Mr. Yan's sleep so highly.

Xie Yunshen forced himself to try to sleep. Strangely, after such a painful physical struggle, he actually fell asleep quite easily.

Until Yan Shiqi opened his eyes and gently cradled his head in his arms.

"A Shen..."

The next morning at five, Xie Yunshen's internal clock woke him up automatically. At this time every day, he was used to getting up for his morning workout.

But today was different. With Mr. Yan by his side, he allowed himself a rare moment of laziness.

Xie Yunshen suddenly felt the space beside him empty. He quickly opened his eyes and saw Mr. Yan sitting on the edge of the bed, which eased his panic.

"..." He silently moved over, wrapped his arms around Mr. Yan's waist from behind, and rested his head on his lap.

Yan Shiqi was tilting his head up to tie his tie. He looked down at Xie Yunshen's drooping posture, the lower end of his tie occasionally brushing against his ear and cheek as he moved.

Xie Yunshen simply buried his face in his chest, nuzzling back and forth.

Yan Shiqi asked with a hint of amusement, "Were you a big dog in a past life?"

"Why is Mr. Yan up so early?" Xie Yunshen's voice was muffled against his chest.

"I need to go back, take a shower, and change clothes. There's a meeting today."

Xie Yunshen suddenly lifted his head. "Am I the other woman?"

Yan Shiqi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed helplessly, giving the back of his neck a gentle pinch. "You're the most formidable one. Who could possibly compete with you?"