Meng Ting's jaw was slightly raised, his eyes were pure and clean, and he was completely clueless about how significant those words that he had uttered were. Perhaps, that was exactly what he wanted to convey; but for an average person, it was really difficult to utter such words with an earnest look.
It was not a love confession, it was Meng Ting's sincere words; but it could still make people feel shocked.
The two of them gazed at each other for long time. Yan Sui's ears gradually became hot and he was once again stirred up by Meng Ting's words, making Yan Sui somewhat at a loss. He looked at him and Meng Ting did not shy away from his gaze. Meng Ting looked frank and sincere and there was sincerity in his eyes. He was certain. He was serious…
Meng Ting did not deliberately say these words to tease him, but after he carefully thought about it, he felt that he had to tell Yan Sui those frank and straightforward words that could warm up people's heart.
He could not refute Meng Ting's words at all. For him, Meng Ting was truly a treasure he could only find by chance. To be met with such words of confession, he felt overly helpless and also happy in his heart. It was the kind of happiness that could not be overlooked.
Without using much force, Yan Sui gently pulled Meng Ting into his arms and embraced him, then he said, "Yes, you're right."
He liked Meng Ting and Meng Ting liked him as well.
Once again, a smile bloomed on Meng Ting's face. Rubbing his face against the other again would not be enough. He leaned over and glanced at Yan Sui's lips, then he pecked his cheek.
His cherry-colored lips fell on Yan Sui's tensed face. His kiss was like a feather carelessly brushing his cheek, bringing along a bit of Meng Ting's scent.
Yan Sui's eyes were dazzled and his body stiffened. At this moment, he should react a bit or do something a bit, yet he fell into this soft kiss—he was mystified. The firmness and frankness that he had before were completely gone now.
Meng Ting's eyes were still opened wide. Kissing was a matter that was new and unfamiliar to him, but since he was not rejected by the other, he smiled then leaned on Yan Sui's shoulder, "I want to kiss you. I couldn't resist it. Will you wash your face later?"
Yan Sui pursed his lips. He was afraid that he would not want to wash his own face. He lifted his hands then touched Meng Ting's face.
Meng Ting was still a little feverish and Yan Sui's hands felt really comfortable touching him. He could not refrain from grazing his hands on Meng Ting's face.
Yan Sui felt that Meng Ting liked this, so he also did not stop. After a long time, he let go of Meng Ting, then took him to continue walking, but the feeling of his heart continuously beating never wavered. He was drowned in this fast rate. He was twenty-eight years old, yet he never felt like this before.
There was no magnificent and exquisite parterre in the Yans' old residence. There was only one emerald green lawn. Meng Ting could not see anything else, but he felt that the field looked good. He would not have to worry about not having a place where he could have his morning jogs later.
The sky was gradually getting darker and became more evident because of the white lamp at the edge of the lawn. It was going to rain today. Yan Sui took a tour around with Meng Ting. Seeing that it was almost time to take Meng Ting back, they only walked around once on each floor.
"Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao lives here. When I'm not at home and you need something later, but you can't find anyone in the living room, you can just come here." After saying that, they walked some more. When they reached the fitness room, Yan Sui talked again, "This is our fitness room. If the weather is good in the future, you can run here and exercise."
It was just a fitness room, but it was actually very big. There were all kinds of sports equipment. It was not easy for Meng Ting to use the lawn outside since it was just ordinary grass but was enough to be used for playing golf. The vast area that the lawn covered was beyond Meng Ting's imagination.
Of course, he did not think too much about it. The Yans were rich. No matter what, he could also eat those meals and sleep on a bed. His request for Yan Sui has been low enough. As long as he could eat and sleep well, it was more than enough.
"If you want to learn anything in the future, just tell me. If I'm free, I can personally teach you. When I'm too busy, I can ask Uncle Xiao to invite people to teach you." Yan Sui said this after seeing Meng Ting touch the sword equipment.
"Okay." Meng Ting nodded. He was really interested in this fitness room.
Yan Sui brought Meng Ting back to second floor again, "This is my study room. There are many books here. If you want to read them later, you can come in and take them."
Meng Ting hesitated for a bit to take a step further into the study room's door, then he came in. He was naturally embarrassed by the seriousness of the study room. In a moment, he became a lot more reserved. Fortunately, Yan Sui did not let him stay here for long, then Yan Sui took him to the third floor.
"This is my father and mother's wedding room. That is my grandfather and grandmother's room. The other one is a vacant guest room."
The two rooms were closed. He turned around then Yan Sui brought Meng Ting back to his room.
"You're still sick. Don't worry. You'll get familiar with this place later."
Meng Ting nodded. He went to the bed and lied down, then he looked at Yan Sui, "You must be awfully busy. I can take care of myself."
Yan Sui did not respond. He pulled the quilt over Meng Ting, got up, and moved a chair near the side of the bed. He still planned to do work here.
Meng Ting understood what Yan Sui intended to do at that moment, so he moved away from that spot, pulled the quilt into a corner, then eagerly watched Yan Sui.
"I need to type on the keyboard, so it will be a bit noisy."
Meng Ting immediately shook his head upon hearing these words, "I don't mind. Besides, I've already slept for a day." He wanted to accompany Yan Sui from the bed, so Yan Sui might as well as go to the bed, so that they could get closer with each other.
Yan Sui slightly nodded after hesitating. He changed his clothes then sat on the bed, while Meng Ting lied down by his side. Not long after, Yan Sui continued with his work. Meng Ting moved a bit forward from where he was initially, then he managed to get closer to Yan Sui.
Yan Sui continued to work, and he looked at Meng Ting from time to time. At first, Meng Ting fiddled with his mobile phone and then decided to put it aside. Soon afterwards, he closed his eyes and lied on Yan Sui's side.
Yan Sui wrapped his arms around Meng Ting's waist. It was the first time that Yan Sui handled this kind of matter in such a circumstance. Compared to the past, he was slightly more absent-minded and maybe restless, but still, it was obvious that Meng Ting liked this. His brows were smoothened a little and slept better than before.
Yan Sui was helpless. He could not match Meng Ting's eloquence with intimate words, nor could he match his spontaneous enthusiasm. Perhaps, he should read many books on that aspect.
At about ten o'clock, he turned off his laptop, and went downstairs again. He saw Nanny Wang simmering the medicated food on a low fire. He took some and went back up.
He ruffled Meng Ting's hair and said, "Wake up. Have a sip of this soup before going back to sleep."
Meng Ting's head moved, but still did not wake up. Yan Sui continued to rub his head, and after rubbing gently for a little while, he realized that Meng Ting seemed to be sleeping better now.
He had no other options. He could only pull this person upwards to a half-sitting position, "Wake up."
Meng Ting encircled Yan Sui with his arms, but his eyes still did not open. With a somewhat ambiguous voice he said, "Yan Sui…I woke up."
"Hmm," Yan Sui lightly answered. He continued to hold Meng Ting up in a sitting position and took a pillow to place it on the side against the wall. He put him on the pillow, but Meng Ting gradually gained his energy and tightly held him.
"Yan Sui, I had a really good sleep." He had no nightmares—no more dreams about death…this was extremely hard to come by. He had not slept like this for such a long time, "Thank you."
"I only did what I was supposed to do, no need to thank me."
Yan Sui had become more and more accustomed to being intimate with Meng Ting; thus, he continued to hug him, but he was actually pondering deeply about the reason behind Meng Ting's 'Thank You.'
"In that case, can you hold me to sleep later?"
Meng Ting's voice was soft, carrying a hint of nervousness and expectation. He rubbed against Yan Sui and said, "I really like it when you embrace me."
Meng Ting was completely unaware that he had once again indirectly rendered Yan Sui speechless. After some time, he pushed Meng Ting's shoulder away, then got out of bed. On the other hand, Meng Ting looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was asking why he did not hug him.
He reached out and Meng Ting grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his cheek, then continued to look at him.
Being looked at with those eyes, Yan Sui subconsciously said, "Take your medicated food first, otherwise it will get cold."
Meng Ting gazed at the bewitching soup on the sofa table and his eyes lit up. He moved Yan Sui's hand away from his cheek, but he still did not let it go, then he said, "I can smell it. It's really fragrant."
When he finished saying this, he swept his gaze on Yan Sui's face. Generally speaking, eating was the most important thing for Meng Ting. However, he still could not get an answer for his question earlier. He was still expecting it. Perhaps…this was a very difficult question to answer.
"Meng Ting, you're still young. I'm afraid that you'll regret it."
Yan Sui was subconsciously trying to change the topic, not because he was not willing to hug him. It was because he knew, whether Meng Ting would have an affair or not, it would be different for him. If they really take a step forward, and Meng Ting comes to regret it, he would be unlikely to let him go.
"I'm not a minor," Meng Ting did not quite understand how it was related to the issue that he was a minor. After thinking about it, he remembered that he really became young again, but not too young.
"You won't regret, and I definitely won't regret."
When Yan Sui hugged him, he could sleep well. How could he regret it? It was all he could wish for.
Meng Ting rushed forward and pounced on Yan Sui, who was caught off guard, on the bed, "Yan Sui, if you don't want to hug me, can I embrace you?"
Wherever could this so-called 'embrace' be? He was clearly like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Meng Ting talked softly, but he was quite overbearing. Anyway, this was the first time that Yan Sui was pushed down on the bed.