Chapter 54: It’s Not Like You Haven’t Seen It Before, Why Is Your Face So Red?

Chapter 54: It's Not Like You Haven't Seen It Before, Why's Your Face So Red?

Maybe... I should just drop it.

Actually, everyone had been drinking, but Su Zhiyu was a lightweight, so he only took a tiny sip.

Qin Yan, on the other hand, had a few more cups. Surprisingly, the wine didn't seem strong at the time—it even felt low in alcohol content—but it all hit him afterward.

Su Zhiyu had no idea how to deal with drunk people.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to give up. Just as he took a step, a drunken voice came from behind him: "Su Zhiyu."

Su Zhiyu stiffened, not daring to make a sound.

"Don't leave."

Is he awake?

Su Zhiyu hesitated, then walked to the bedside and crouched down. He saw Qin Yan's eyes were still closed.

His lashes fluttered, and he exhaled, his breath heavy with alcohol.

Frowning, Qin Yan tugged at his clothes, mumbling, "I'll protect you, don't be scared, I'll protect you..."

Protect me?

Su Zhiyu stared blankly at Qin Yan's face.

It was the same face, the same cocky attitude, the same playboy vibe—so why did he feel this illusion?

He vaguely felt like the Qin Yan from before and the Qin Yan now were two different people, two different souls.

Qin... Yan...

When did he start to change?

That dark night?

He'd been so arrogant and domineering at first, not knowing his own strength, and had insisted on marking him.

Later... when Su Zhiyu kissed him, he slowly changed.

Su Zhiyu's gaze slowly drifted down, the coldness in his eyes softening into something deep and unspoken.

The room was silent.

Qin Yan muttered a few times and drifted back into a deep sleep. Su Zhiyu reached out his index finger, gently tracing Qin Yan's brow, slowly moving to the end of his eyebrow.

The warmth from his fingertip slowly seeped into his heart.

"Mm..."

Qin Yan let out a soft moan.

Su Zhiyu, startled like a frightened bird, yanked his finger back and stood up abruptly. A sudden wave of dizziness darkened his vision, nearly making him stumble.

He's not awake.

Su Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to stay any longer. He turned and headed to the bathroom to get some hot water.

He carried the hot water back to the bedside, turned off the room lights, leaving only a small bedside lamp on, and started to undress Qin Yan.

Although... they'd already done way more intimate things.

But to look at him like this... Su Zhiyu let out a hot breath, steeled himself, and quickly wiped Qin Yan down before helping him into clean pajamas.

Even after tucking him in, the heat in Su Zhiyu's face hadn't gone down.

When he was done, he was about to turn off the light and leave, but his gaze lingered on Qin Yan's lips.

The sleeping Qin Yan was nothing like his daytime self—bold and unrestrained. The corners of his mouth seemed slightly turned down, twitching every now and then.

Kind of cute.

A smile crept into Su Zhiyu's eyes. When he snapped back to reality, he was already sitting on the edge of the bed, inexplicably leaning down.

Qin Yan...

Qin Yan...

He brushed against Qin Yan's nose, and his cool, thin lips gently pressed against the corner of Qin Yan's mouth.

There was no extra movement—just the most innocent kiss, barely even a kiss—yet it made Su Zhiyu's heart pound wildly.

Su Zhiyu slowly pulled back a little, moved to the center of Qin Yan's lips, and pressed them together softly—one cold, one warm.

Qin Yan, thank you.

He closed his eyes, savoring it for just two seconds before sitting up, turning off the light, and leaving Qin Yan's room.

That night, Qin Yan slept especially well.

When he woke up, he saw the pajamas on himself and immediately went downstairs to find the butler: "Did you change my clothes?"

Had his innocence been taken?

The butler, with dark circles under his eyes, chuckled: "No, young master, it was Mr. Su who changed you."

"Su Zhiyu?"

"Yes."

Qin Yan's gloomy face instantly lit up, his smile growing wider and wider. He waved his hand and said, "Go check if breakfast's ready. I'm hungry."

"Right away, young master."

The butler took two steps, then turned back, leaning in mysteriously to whisper, "Young master, Old Cao said that when you came back yesterday, you were drunk, and Mr. Su was secretly checking you out."

Qin Yan narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"Really. Old Cao said he saw it in the rearview mirror. If you don't believe me, young master, you can ask him."

Qin Yan wanted to laugh but held most of it in.

He kicked the butler's ass: "Hurry up and go check on the food. Didn't you hear I'm starving?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm on it."

Qin Yan crossed his legs and took out his phone to call the driver.

He wanted to ask whether it was real or not.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Qin Yan curled up on the sofa, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and made a secret vow.

Next time, he'd secretly install a few cameras in the back seat!

"Qin Yan."

Su Zhiyu appeared at the top of the stairs.

Qin Yan shot upright in a second, turned around, and said with a casual expression, "Awake? Perfect timing—breakfast will be ready soon."

"Yeah."

Su Zhiyu came over and sat down as well.

The two seemed to have developed a quiet, unspoken understanding.

Having been dragged out by Qin Yan to sit together more often, Su Zhiyu gradually stopped hiding in his room of his own accord, and sometimes would even come to the living room on his own to join Qin Yan.

When Qin Yan played the guitar, Su Zhiyu did his own thing.

Or they'd watch variety shows and movies together, and occasionally Qin Yan would even drag him into a game of chess or video games.

And he had to eat with Qin Yan too.

So when he woke up in the morning, Su Zhiyu would out of habit go downstairs and follow Qin Yan.

He noticed Qin Yan's strange expression, as if he was holding something back, and politely asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Yan shook his head. "No, I feel great."

Su Zhiyu frowned. "Then... are you sober? Do you have a headache?"

"I'm sober, and it doesn't hurt."

"Okay."

Su Zhiyu had nothing else to ask, so he stopped.

Qin Yan stepped closer. "Su Zhiyu, I drank too much last night—did you change my clothes?"

The moment he finished speaking, Su Zhiyu's face flushed bright red again. He turned his head away in a fluster, avoiding eye contact.

"The butler said it was you who changed my clothes, didn't he?"

"..." Su Zhiyu nodded silently.

"It's just a change of clothes." Qin Yan sat right next to him, grinning as he leaned in. "Why are you blushing?"

Su Zhiyu's heart jolted. He grabbed the hem of his shirt—a nervous habit of his.

Qin Yan noticed it, and he got a mischievous idea. When he saw the butler heading their way, he deliberately leaned close to Su Zhiyu's ear and whispered, "It's not like you haven't seen it before—why's your face so red?"

His head buzzed—he felt like his brain was about to explode.

"You..."

"Yeah, me? What did I do?"

The butler walked over just then. Su Zhiyu was speechless, his face burning red as he stayed silent, refusing to look at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan immediately wiped the grin off his face. "I was just joking. Come on, let's go eat breakfast—I'm starving."

The butler: ...What just happened?

Su Zhiyu felt like a steamed bun about to come out of the steamer. He sat in the dining room, not daring to look up the entire time, silently sipping his porridge.

Suddenly, a phone rang, each ring more urgent and insistent than the last...

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