Chapter 70: If You Want Me to Stay, I’ll Stay

Chapter 70: If You Want Me to Stay, I’ll Stay

Fu Yan lay down gently on his side, and the young man shifted closer to him like a kitten, hands resting on his chest, knees slightly bent.

It was a sleeping posture that looked incredibly secure. The young man had his eyes closed, tears still clinging to his thick lashes, not yet dry, but he slept peacefully, no longer troubled by nightmares.

Fu Yan scooted a little closer to the young man, with every breath, he inhaled the young man’s fresh, pleasant scent. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a lollipop half-hidden in the seam of the pillow—orange-flavored.

It was the one he had given to Du Yang when they returned to the apartment in the evening.

The kid hadn’t eaten it and had secretly tucked it under the pillow.

Fu Yan’s heart softened, a bittersweet feeling spreading through him. He gently brushed the stray hair aside from the young man’s forehead, holding his breath, and pressed his lips lightly to the young man’s forehead.

Love couldn’t be hidden; being close made him want to kiss him without being able to help it.

The next morning, at six o’clock sharp, Fu Yan woke up on time.

His internal clock was set for around six, his usual time to get up, work out, make breakfast, and head to the office.

As soon as he opened his eyes, his kid was still lying quietly in his arms, sleeping serenely.

Fu Yan’s arm was under Du Yang’s neck, numb from being pinned all night, but he didn’t want to move. Du Yang’s hand lay on his bare chest, and one of his legs was draped over Fu Yan’s.

Fu Yan didn’t want to interrupt this intimate moment. He decided not to get up today, planning to wait for Du Yang to wake up first and see his reaction.

If he got up now, it would mean another night of bed-sharing without clear reason.

With that in mind, Fu Yan held the young man tightly, closed his eyes again, and savored the moment of closeness.

Before long, the person in his arms began to stir, letting out a soft, satisfied hum—the sound of someone just waking up, tinged with the satisfaction of a good sleep.

Then, the soft body in his arms suddenly stiffened.

Du Yang blinked rapidly. Fu Yan’s handsome face didn’t vanish. He was so startled he didn’t dare breathe aloud.

Right then, he was lying in Fu Yan’s arms, and his hand… was on his chest!

Du Yang quietly withdrew his hand like a thief, his restless little hand settling over his own heart.

Looking at the flawless handsome face so close, the other’s warm breath faintly brushing his skin, every breath brought the pleasant scent of sandalwood.

His heart raced. From his neck to his cheeks, his pale skin quickly spread into a flush of pink, even his earlobes turning pink.

Shyness and a faint sweetness blended, blooming in his heart.

This feeling was strange—he had never felt this way about He Lin in his past life.

Was this what it felt like to have a racing heart from love?

When had Fu Yan come into his room last night?

Was he already treating him as a bedmate?

Thinking of this, the sweet fluttering in his heart from a moment ago suddenly slowed.

Du Yang slipped out of Fu Yan’s arms, sat up, put on his slippers, and got out of bed.

Fu Yan sensed the kid wanted to escape. The moment he opened his eyes, Du Yang was already up and out of bed.

He seemed to have missed the perfect moment to open his eyes, so he closed them again and pretended to be asleep.

He heard a faint rustling, then the door opened and closed.

Fu Yan opened his eyes, propped himself up with one hand, and sat up.

A few minutes later, Du Yang didn’t come back in. Instead, he headed straight to school.

It was then that Fu Yan realized the rustling had been Du Yang taking his clothes, washing up, and grabbing his backpack.

Du Yang hadn’t even eaten breakfast before leaving.

A faint, self-mocking chuckle escaped Fu Yan’s throat. He shook his head helplessly, got out of bed, and returned to the guest room.

Du Yang had almost frantically fled the apartment. He didn’t have the courage to face Fu Yan so early in the morning in that bedmate role.

In his heart, Fu Yan was flawless and perfect. Deep down, he didn’t want to admit it.

He bought a carton of milk and two steamed buns at the cafeteria. The milk didn’t taste as good as the one Fu Yan had bought.

After breakfast, Du Yang shouldered his backpack and headed toward the second teaching building. All his morning classes were there.

“Du Yang!” A familiar yet loathsome voice called out from behind.

Du Yang didn’t stop; he acted as if he hadn’t heard and kept walking.

He Lin quickened his pace to catch up, grabbing Du Yang’s arm. His face held excitement mixed with a hint of grievance as he questioned Du Yang.

“I’ve sent you so many friend requests on WeChat. Why haven’t you accepted any?”

“Let go!” Du Yang’s eyes turned icy as he glared at his arm where He Lin gripped him.

“I’ll let go. Don’t get mad.” He Lin immediately released his grip, his tone turning pleading. “Du Yang, just accept my friend request, okay?”

He had thought Du Yang liked him but was too shy. During his time confined at home, he realized Du Yang simply wanted nothing to do with him.

But that didn’t affect his interest in Du Yang. He humbled himself, believing that with enough sincerity, he could win him over.

Du Yang, backpack slung over his shoulders, looked up and assessed He Lin with a cold glance.

The man before him was tall, handsome, with gentle, pitiful eyes—completely different from the arrogant, aloof version from his past life.

But no matter how gentle or pitiful, Du Yang still found him disgusting.

In his previous life, during the years He Lin deceived him, he thought he had a crush on He Lin.

But in truth, it was just holding onto the small emotional crumbs He Lin had tossed him when they first met.

He hadn’t truly loved He Lin in his past life. He had just mistakenly seen He Lin as a lifeline, refusing to let go even after repeated rejection and lies.

Yeah, that’s right. What were those two brief, pity hugs from He Lin worth?

Du Yang’s mind drifted back to Fu Yan’s sleeping face that morning. He had truly fallen for Fu Yan.

Setting aside the earlier flirtations and intentional advances,

He was simply in love with Fu Yan as a person.

Just one warm breath from Fu Yan made his face flush and his heart race. If that wasn’t love, then what was?

He Lin was different from his past life, and so was Fu Yan.

In this life, Fu Yan didn't like him that much; he only wanted him as a bed partner.

Du Yang, deflated like a punctured balloon, muttered, "I'll add you in a bit."

He continued walking toward the teaching building.

"Du Yang, I know you're making excuses again. Add me now, okay?" He Lin caught up with him again, tagging along eagerly.

There were usually classes on Monday mornings, and the path to Building Two was crowded. Du Yang didn't want to tangle with He Lin, so he took out his phone and, right in front of him, directly accepted the friend request.

Then, expressionless, he continued walking forward, while He Lin kept coming up with things to talk about.

Du Yang gradually showed a bit of relief; he was no longer afraid of He Lin in his heart, and even found him childish.

"Are you going to audit the class here?" Du Yang took out his textbook and glanced expressionlessly at the person who had followed him into the classroom and sat down beside him.

He Lin was taken aback. He finally got to see Du Yang after so long and was so excited that he had directly followed him into the classroom.

Who knows how much he had missed Du Yang over the winter break? It wasn't out of the question for him to stay and attend class just to watch Du Yang.

"If you want me to stay, I'll stay and keep you company." He Lin rested his chin on one hand, staring fixedly at Du Yang.

"Get lost." Du Yang gave He Lin a disdainful look. "If you don't leave, I'll unfriend you right now."

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