Chapter 309: The Seventeenth Day in the ABO World

Chapter 309: Day 17 in the ABO World

"Yeah!" Wei Yang responded immediately, about to put more food in the pot when he suddenly stopped: "Wait!"

"Playing with someone's feelings?" His eyes lit up as he looked at An Yi: "Brother, you have feelings for me!"

An Yi gave a helpless smile: "What else? Are you an idiot? Why else would I go out to movies and dinner with you—to string you along?"

Wei Yang: "!!!"

Comments:

"??? Little dude, you got questions???"

"Wei Yang! Take that back! That's gonna cost extra! (Not really)"

[HAHAHAHA "keeping" you? Wei Yang, you've read way too many novels! What kinda cheesy trope is this!]

["I'd never keep anyone" Ahh, An Er's got such good values! Respect +100!]

"An Er's giving off total top-Alpha energy, definitely AB, for sure!"

"Heh heh! The more top-energy, the more bottom they are! BA, no arguments!"

"Beware of novel traps! In this case, a Beta nearly lost his beloved top-tier Alpha due to excessive consumption of fictional literature. All you male omegas, take this as a warning—stay on the path of sincerity!"

"??? Why male omegas tho?"

"That part where Wei Yang confessed to learning how to chase people from novels—I cringed so hard I dug out a three-bedroom apartment with my toes! So embarrassing!"

"I think An Er calling him an idiot was lowkey hot! (golden bean heart eyes) (tongue) (rose)"

"Isn't the real point that An Er also admitted he has feelings for Wei Yang? Are the side CP about to get together? Even faster than the main couple!"

"An Da and An Er are both about to get partners now. What about An San?"

"An San's at work!"

"..."

An Yi: ??? Wait, An Er?

Okay then.

So now it's An San who's at work, not An Er.

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Walking out of the hotpot restaurant, the cool night air hit them, slightly dispelling the lingering heat and smell of beef tallow clinging to them.

An Yi frowned slightly. His sense of smell was sharp, and he could tell both his trench coat and shirt had soaked up the heavy hotpot smell.

He circulated his ability to get rid of the odor. No one noticed.

Wei Yang walked beside him, his mood the complete opposite of the cool night—like boiling water, bubbling with excitement.

Brother admitted he has feelings for him! Oh my god!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he had a shot. Joy clouded his mind.

He quickened his pace to walk side by side with An Yi, tilting his head, his eyes shining impossibly bright under the streetlights, tugging on An Yi's sleeve as he pressed:

"Brother! You said earlier you have feelings for me, right?"

The more he spoke, the more convinced he became that he'd figured it out, his tone growing more certain: "Let's date, brother! The official kind!"

An Yi stopped walking and looked at the young man beside him, enthusiastic like a little furnace.

The night breeze ruffled the hair on his forehead, and under the dim yellow streetlight, his face took on an added layer of hazy mystery.

He suddenly recalled Wei Yang's shocking "keeping" remark back at the hotpot restaurant, and a mischievous, teasing impulse quietly stirred in him.

He would never actually "keep" someone—he found it distasteful and disrespectful to either person.

But... a fake version? That might be fun too?

A glint of cunning flashed through his eyes, but on the surface he pretended to think it over, saying with a hint of casual teasing: "Hmm... dating directly, you say..."

He drew out his words, watching Wei Yang hold his breath in anticipation, then suddenly leaned down, close to Wei Yang's ear.

The distance closed instantly. An Yi's cool, clean scent enveloped Wei Yang, and his warm breath brushed against his ear.

Wei Yang's entire body went rigid, his mind going blank, hearing nothing but the thunderous pounding of his own heart.

Then, he heard An Yi say softly: "No."

Just as the hurt was about to well up, he heard An Yi continue, the playfulness in his voice even thicker: "Wasn't it you who said it? 'Inspect the goods' first, and once I'm satisfied, we'll talk about everything else."

An Yi let out a laugh: "I don't like it, but I'll listen to you—let's try the whole 'keeping' thing for a while!"

Wei Yang's face turned completely red in an instant, the flush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.

His heart raced, nearly bursting out of his chest.

Are we... really gonna inspect the goods?!

The thought shot through him, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

But then he quickly realized An Yi was teasing him—using his own absurd proposal to mock him right back.

Yet that teasing itself was a form of indulgence, a silent acceptance, a unique response!

Joy flooded over him, leaving him dizzy.

Looking at An Yi's exquisite face so close, with its teasing smile, a sudden impulse rose in him.

He leaned in, and in a flash, planted a quick "smooch" on An Yi's cheek.

There and gone in a second.

Wei Yang quickly pulled back, face flushed, eyes darting away, unable to meet An Yi's gaze, his voice carrying both hope and shyness: "So... does brother wanna inspect the goods tonight?"

An Yi: "..."

An Yi clearly hadn't expected Wei Yang to suddenly do that. The soft, warm sensation on his cheek had come and gone in a flash.

He froze for a moment, then laughed.

An Yi: "In your dreams."

He straightened up, putting a little distance between them, his tone clearly teasing, breaking the lingering intimate atmosphere.

And with that, he turned and walked away.

The light in Wei Yang's eyes visibly faded, and his head drooped as he let out a disappointed "oh."

Unwilling to give up, he secretly reached out again, trying to grab An Yi's hand dangling at his side.

But An Yi seemed to have eyes on the back of his head—just a second before Wei Yang's fingertips could touch, he raised his arm, crossed both hands over his chest, and regarded him with an easy, unhurried air.

Then, with one slender finger, he lightly tapped Wei Yang's chest, his tone dripping with a deliberately put-on, lazy, and bossy "sugar daddy" attitude:

"Hey, sweetheart, you should be more respectful to your sugar daddy, you got that?"

Wei Yang froze for a second, but then, catching the laughter hidden behind An Yi's mock-serious expression, he instantly realized this was his big brother teasing him again!

He immediately broke into a wide, radiant grin and shouted back, fully playing along: "Got it! Brother!"

After answering, he secretly felt relieved: when his brother had just tapped his chest, he'd instinctively flexed his pecs—so it should've felt nice and firm, right?

He'd put in plenty of sweat at the gym, and that was his best muscle group!

He definitely hadn't embarrassed himself in front of his brother!

An Yi watched him acting all silly and pleased, clearly flexing on the sly, and the amusement in his eyes deepened, but he deliberately kept a straight face and turned to continue walking ahead.

Wei Yang quickly scurried after him, carefully nudging An Yi's shoulder with his own—a playful, affectionate move.

An Yi didn't stop walking, staring straight ahead as he uttered two words: "Points deducted."

"???" The smile on Wei Yang's face instantly froze, and he felt as if struck by lightning: "Wh-what? Points deducted?!"