Chapter 316: The Twenty-fourth Day in the ABO World

Chapter 316: The Twenty-Fourth Day of Transmigrating into the ABO World

"But bro." Wei Yang hung his head, looking hopeful and nervous: "I'm still afraid I'll mess it up... and embarrass you..."

An Yi looked at him, that mix of hope and fear, and his heart softened a little.

He wasn't in a rush to push this forward; what Wei Yang wanted mattered more.

"If you're not ready yet," An Yi's voice got even softer, "then we'll wait a while longer. When you feel ready, we'll set it up."

Wei Yang's eyes instantly got all teary: "Woof~ Mm! Bro, wait for me! I'll prepare properly! I'll work hard to get Uncle and Auntie to like me soon!"

Bro wanted to bring him to meet his family! Bro cared about him! He wanted to be with him for the long haul!

An Yi's eyes went wide in surprise: "Wei Yang! You actually barked like a dog!"

Wei Yang's face turned bright red—so embarrassing!

Wei Yang switched topics. He sat back down in his chair, leaned closer to the screen, his eyes super bright, a little shy:

"Bro, actually... my parents know about you too."

He scratched his head and let out two sheepish chuckles: "I... I couldn't help it. I kept talking about you to them. They all know I landed a really, really amazing Alpha! They also said... they wanna meet you too."

Then he looked at An Yi nervously.

An Yi's eyes curved slightly: "Sure."

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Wei Yang had been super happy lately. It was break, so he had tons of time to hang around An Yi.

Before, with classes, they only got to see each other two or three times a week. Now it was different—he could run over to bro's place every day!

If it wouldn't be too much, he'd even move right in.

That afternoon, just as Wei Yang was about to leave, his phone went off with a special notification sound.

It was An Yi.

[The painting's done. Come over and check it out if you're free.]

Wei Yang's eyes lit up instantly—bro had finished the portrait of him!

He replied almost instantly: [I'm free! Super free! Bro, I'm coming right now!] Followed by a bunch of excited, blurry dog emojis.

He quickly threw on his jacket, said a quick bye to his parents, and rushed out the door like a whirlwind.

Wei Chen called after him: "Hey! Didn't you say you were going fishing? Slow down!"

Qi Youqin gave him a hard smack on the back: "Xiao Yang's in love! Who's got time to fish with you?!"

Wei Chen flinched: "Ow! You're too strong!"

He took the subway, then walked a bit, and made his way to An Yi's building like he'd done it a hundred times.

He punched in the code, pushed open the door, and a wave of warmth hit him, chasing away the chill.

An Yi was sitting on the living room couch, an open book on his lap. Hearing the noise, he looked up.

"Bro!" Wei Yang kicked off his shoes and basically pounced onto the couch, his eyes crazy bright, like two black stones soaked in water: "I missed you so much."

An Yi closed the book and set it aside, a faint smile tugging at his lips: "Why're you here so fast? Did you eat lunch?"

Wei Yang's eyes darted around: "I ate noodles?"

An Yi looked confused: "Why that face?"

Wei Yang leaned in close to An Yi, resting his chin on An Yi's knee: "Bro, quick—ask me what kind of noodles I had!"

An Yi hesitated, leaning back a little: "Then... what kind of noodles did you have?"

Wei Yang flashed a smug grin: "The kind where I wanna see you every day!"

An Yi: ...

Ugh, that made him laugh, but it was kinda cringey.

He changed the subject, pointing to the easel in the corner: "Go look at your painting."

Wei Yang immediately bounced up and ran over to the easel.

When the painting was fully revealed, Wei Yang's breath caught, and he froze.

It was him on the paper.

An Yi had used warm tones, with a blurry background of dappled light and shadow, like sunlight through the trees.

He sat in a chair by the window, head turned slightly, looking off-canvas, eyes bright, lips curved in a natural smile.

The brushwork delicately traced the bridge of his nose, the clean lines of his jaw, even the soft texture of his hoodie looked real.

But what hit Wei Yang hardest was the eyes.

An Yi had painted, with incredibly fine strokes, that almost overflowing, fiery, devoted look in his eyes—pure adoration for the person outside the painting.

So this was how he looked in bro's eyes?

He loved so much, and bro loved him just as much!

He turned and wrapped his arms around An Yi.

Burying his face in An Yi's neck, breathing in his clean, nice scent: "Bro, thank you... I love it so much!"

An Yi got knocked back a bit by the sudden bear hug, but he steadied himself right away.

He hugged him back, letting Wei Yang cling to him like an oversized koala, feeling the warm energy coming off the guy.

He gave Wei Yang's back a gentle pat: "Alright, alright."

After a moment, Wei Yang reluctantly let go, wishing he could hold on longer.

Just then, something white started drifting past the window.

Wei Yang turned to look, then yelled happily: "Bro! It's snowing!"

It was snowing.

Fine, crystalline snowflakes started falling quietly from the gray-white sky, like shredded clouds.

An Yi turned to look out the window too.

Wei Yang grabbed An Yi's hand excitedly and ran to the window, his nose nearly flat against the glass, watching the world outside go all blurry: "It's really snowing! So beautiful!"

An Yi stood next to him, watching the snow outside, shoulder to shoulder.

An Yi slightly opened the window in front of him, and a perfect six-pointed snowflake drifted down lazily, landing gently on An Yi's slightly outstretched palm.

A chill spread through his palm.

An Yi lowered his head, watching the delicate, fragile snowflake rest quietly in his warm palm, its edges starting to melt from the warmth of his skin, refracting faint glimmers of light.

He ducked his head a bit more, leaning in toward his palm, and blew a soft breath on the snowflake.

The snowflake instantly shattered and melted away, turning into a tiny droplet of water that lingered on his palm.

In that moment, the snow falling outside was just the backdrop, and An Yi's downcast eyes were focused and serene, his long, thick lashes casting a faint shadow beneath them, looking almost unreal in the glow of the snow.

Wei Yang was completely mesmerized.

He felt like something had slammed into his heart, and then it just stopped.

He held his breath—how could his brother... be this... gorgeous...

An Yi looked up, gazing at the increasingly dense snow outside the window: "The snow is getting heavier."

That's when Wei Yang snapped back to reality, feeling his cheeks burn and his heartbeat resume. He stammered in response: "Ah... y-yeah... it's getting heavier..."

He quietly reached out and hooked his finger around An Yi's hand hanging at his side. When An Yi didn't pull away, he grew bolder and wrapped his entire hand around it, holding it tightly within his warm grasp.

An Yi's fingers were slightly cool, but as Wei Yang warmed them, they gradually took on warmth.

An Yi turned his head with a puzzled expression—everything had been fine just a moment ago, why had he suddenly started stammering?