Chapter 94

Chapter 94

In fact, Xie Yunshen's illness wasn't that serious to begin with, and he recovered very quickly. The catalyst for his recovery happened that very day, and it was all thanks to Mr. Yan.

That afternoon, they ultimately didn't get any medication. The doctor, exasperated, told him to go home, eat well, get plenty of rest, and take care of himself.

"Having the chairman of Yunqi as your boyfriend and still coming to see a psychologist? Are you crazy?"

The above were the doctor's exact words.

Xie Yunshen sat in the car, burying his head in Mr. Yan's chest.

He hadn't really intended to deceive the doctor; he just genuinely couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams anymore.

"Mr. Yan, did I hold you up from work?" he mumbled into his chest.

Yan Shiqi's heart softened as he stroked his hair. "Nothing is more important than you."

Xie Yunshen's heart swelled, and he hugged him tightly.

At a red light, Xie Yunshen suggested going to the supermarket to buy some things.

"What do you need? I'll have my assistant prepare it," Yan Shiqi said.

"It's not the same," Xie Yunshen replied, puzzled.

In his relationship blueprint, going to the supermarket with his beloved was a crucial step.

Supermarket, fresh produce section.

Yan Shiqi picked up a carton of milk and placed it in the shopping cart.

"Mr. Yan, you like this brand too!" Xie Yunshen exclaimed with delight.

Not being able to drink this brand of milk during that year in the story was Xie Yunshen's only regret.

"It's for you."

"How did you know I like this brand?" Xie Yunshen was even more surprised.

"The cartoon dog on the packaging reminds me of you," Yan Shiqi said. Of course he knew; it was written clearly in the book.

As the protagonist of the book, Xie Yunshen's preferences—what kind of milk he liked, what color motorcycle he rode, what friends he had, how many people had pursued him, how many times he had narrowly escaped death, how he had been betrayed and framed by friends, where his scars were, how many secret passages were in his room—were an open book.

Xie Yunshen stared at the milk carton for a moment, then smiled and put it back.

"Mr. Yan, are we dating now?" He leaned his upper body on the shopping cart handle, peering up at Mr. Yan tentatively.

Yan Shiqi turned slightly to look at him, not giving a direct answer. "If you don't think it counts, then it doesn't."

Xie Yunshen immediately got flustered. "Of course it counts, Mr. Yan. I even gave you my first kiss."

As he spoke, he stood up, one arm wrapping around Mr. Yan's waist, the other grabbing his suit tie and shaking it back and forth, terrified that Mr. Yan might reject him the next second. He kept pressing, "Right, right... we are dating, aren't we..."

A glint of enjoyment appeared in Yan Shiqi's eyes. As someone accustomed to being in a high position, he was long since indifferent to others' pleas. Yet, the feeling of being clung to, pestered, and earnestly begged by Xie Yunshen was highly gratifying.

That's why he had often enjoyed teasing him since long ago.

Finally, under Xie Yunshen's persistent efforts, Yan Shiqi responded with a soft, "Mhm."

Xie Yunshen was stunned for a moment, not expecting success to come so easily. Filled with the joy of victory and sweet excitement, he planted a firm kiss on his cheek.

Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and there weren't many customers in the fresh produce section. Otherwise, they would have surely attracted curious, perhaps odd or excited, glances from others.

At the checkout counter, Xie Yunshen looked at the condoms on the shelf next to the cashier—various flavors, and lube as well. Feeling guilty, he slowly reached out his hand.

"Do you have a membership card?"

"No."

Mr. Yan's voice came from behind him. Xie Yunshen's hand, hovering in mid-air, stiffened for a second before resolutely grabbing two boxes and a bottle of lube.

He lowered his head, using his hand to shield his face, almost dying of embarrassment from his own naivety.

The cashier, however, grinned excitedly, pointing to the lube beside them. "Do you want this too?"

Xie Yunshen wished he could bury his head inside Mr. Yan's suit jacket.

"We do," Mr. Yan replied with perfect composure, as if nothing could crack his perfect emotional management.

Well, except for one thing. Xie Yunshen remembered when he was shot, he had seen Mr. Yan at his most out of control.

That version of Mr. Yan...

At this thought, the embarrassment in Xie Yunshen's heart was replaced by determination and relief. If this world before him was real, then this time he would definitely stay by Mr. Yan's side until the very end.

Back at the small building, Xie Yunshen casually tossed the bags on the table and helped Mr. Yan take off his suit jacket. "Mr. Yan, are you hungry now?"

"Not hungry."

"Good." Xie Yunshen smiled and immediately kissed him.

On the way back from the supermarket, Xie Yunshen had already kissed him several times in the car.

"A-Shen, we need to shower after coming back from the hospital," Mr. Yan said, even as his hands rested on Xie Yunshen's waist.

"Mhm." Xie Yunshen buried his face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath, and whispered, "Just a little longer."

Mr. Yan turned his head to kiss him. The moment their lips met, sparks of intimate possession ignited. Soft lips were gently nipped by teeth before tongues ventured into each other's warm, unguarded mouths.

Sensation expanded limitlessly.

Xie Yunshen held the back of his neck. The kiss was at times light as a feather, at other times urgent and burning, leaving no gap. His tongue swept from the bottom to the roof of his mouth. During training, the instructor had said the soft palate area was a sensitive zone in the human mouth. Back then, he thought the instructor was being a bit silly—it's not like you'd stick your hand in an enemy's mouth during a fight.

But today, he finally understood the instructor's well-intentioned advice.

With just a light flick of his tongue, he could feel Mr. Yan's teeth tremble slightly. The hand on his shoulder immediately tightened, and amidst the kisses, an almost imperceptible, uncontrollable tremor escaped—barely audible, but Xie Yunshen heard it.

He found it even harder to restrain himself. He had completely taken control of this intimate territory. His hand shifted slightly from the nape, cradling the back of Mr. Yan's head, tilting it back in a posture of complete surrender.

The kiss was pressed firmly, undeniably real. Xie Yunshen stole the oxygen from his mouth, their breaths hot and continuous, a desperate yet tender entanglement. He could feel Mr. Yan's chest pressed against his own heart, both beating rapidly.

His lips trailed from the corner of the other's mouth down to the side of his neck, feeling the warm strength of this body and the blood flowing beneath the skin. He became entranced, kissing the warm skin of his neck again and again.

Mr. Yan tilted his head back, looking at the dazzling light on the ceiling, his eyes slightly narrowed. His arms held Xie Yunshen's head intimately, expressing possession in another way. His breath felt scalding, as if it was no longer coming from his own lungs.

Xie Yunshen, with almost record speed, carried Mr. Yan to the bedroom.

The pillows on the bed still bore the impressions from when they had gotten up that morning.

Xie Yunshen gazed at Mr. Yan's face, filled with simple affection and pure joy, when he suddenly remembered something. "Mr. Yan, do you want to be on top or bottom?"

Although he was taller and stronger, he couldn't just assume Mr. Yan would be the passive one, yielding to him.

Mr. Yan smiled, a little surprised, covering his perfect eyes with both hands, then turned his neck to kiss Xie Yunshen's Adam's apple.

This subtle, affectionate gesture already made his answer clear.

Xie Yunshen's breath hitched. For the first time ever, his pounding heart was overwhelmed by physical desire over reason.

He took the hand covering his eyes and kissed the palm.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, skipping from the balcony to the glass cabinet on the wall, passing a wilting, shriveled potted plant on the floor before landing on the wrinkled pillow on the bed.

Their shadows had long since merged into one, trembling in the cool air.

The breeze was chilly yet clear, weaving through the sheer and heavy curtains, swaying in the airy room.

Mr. Yan had a light sweat, his shimmering gaze spilling through the gaps of his lashes, the skin on his ears flushed and warm.

It was the first time Xie Yunshen had seen such an expression on Mr. Yan's face. When he kissed the back of his neck from behind, Mr. Yan's shoulders trembled slightly, his arousal conveyed through their skin-to-skin contact.

Sometimes, a sound would escape uncontrollably from deep in his throat, setting Xie Yunshen's heart ablaze and sending a rush through him.

In these moments, every kiss felt especially tender and intimate.

It wasn't until dusk that Xie Yunshen carried him into the bathroom to finally bathe as mentioned before.

The bathtub wasn't very large, so the two of them pressed close together, with the marks of their earlier intimacy.

Mr. Yan leaned against his chest, holding Xie Yunshen's left hand, watching the jagged old scar on the back of his hand ripple in the water. His fingertips gently traced over the scar.

Xie Yunshen noticed a faint bite mark on his shoulder—one he'd left in his earlier excitement.

It seemed Old Wu was right to call him a dog.

"Mr. Yan, does it hurt?" Xie Yunshen asked, feeling guilty, resting his damp head on his shoulder and nuzzling it.

Mr. Yan reached back to ruffle his hair, whispering, "This is a lover's privilege. How could it hurt?"

"Mr. Yan, am I... bad at this? If I'm not doing well, you must tell me." Deep down, Xie Yunshen was aware that he was emotionally dense—it was even famous.

Back in the Bodyguard Association, there was a saying: "Whoever falls for Xie Yunshen is signing up for torture."

He never cared about it before, but Mr. Yan was special to him. How could he let Mr. Yan endure torture?

In the narrow bathtub, Mr. Yan turned to face him, leaning close to his ear, his eyes deep and filled with pleasure. "But you're just clumsy enough."

It was the first time Xie Yunshen had heard Mr. Yan's voice so languid and husky, like a soft hook tugging at his nerves.

He kissed his chin again, leaving a faint mark.

Mr. Yan wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

Naturally, they ended up in the bathroom once more. By the time they finished and stepped out, the moon was already hanging over the city.

Lying in bed, Xie Yunshen wanted to go cook, but Yan Shiqi held him back.

"Just want to sleep now," he said, looking genuinely tired.

Xie Yunshen had no choice but to pull him back into his arms.

"Where did this scar come from?" Yan Shiqi finally asked, holding his left hand while in bed.

He already knew how the scar came to be, but he wanted to hear him share it personally.

Xie Yunshen raised his hand and glanced at it. "Got stabbed with a dagger while protecting a client. Luckily, it didn't damage the tendons."

He described it lightly in just two sentences, omitting the heartache of being betrayed by a friend and the subsequent troubles.

Yan Shiqi lowered his head and kissed the scar on his palm. "Don't take on any more missions from now on."

"Mr. Yan, you're feeling sorry for me too, aren't you?" Xie Yunshen laughed.

Mr. Yan had already closed his eyes, fast asleep in his arms.

Xie Yunshen breathed in the scent of his body wash—the one he'd chosen from the supermarket.

It finally dawned on him: My God, he, a lifelong singleton, was really in a relationship now.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he kissed Mr. Yan once more.