C18 Why Don't I Feel It?

Yan Chuyang's heart tightened: "Monster?"

"Yeah." Wei Qing's eyes flashed with a cold light. He bit his lower jaw and said, "A man likes men. If this kind of person isn't a monster, then what is it?"

Yan Chuyang immediately lowered his eyes and avoided his gaze. He said with a trembling voice, "You can't say that, right?"

Wei Qing was immersed in his memories, so he didn't notice the boy's pale face at all. He continued, "It's fine if he's sick, but he still has to pull his son. It's really funny."

Yan Chuyang lowered his head as his fingers tightly gripped the side of his pants.

"Huh?" Wei Qing suddenly bumped into someone beside him, "When are you planning to marry your girlfriend?"

"Huh?" Yan Chuyang looked up in shock.

Wei Qing repeated: "Don't you have a girlfriend? When are you going to get married? "

Yan Chuyang tugged at his pants on his knee and mumbled with lowered eyes, "It's still early, we're still young."

"Mm, that's true." Wei Qing nodded, "All of you are still in college. It's best for you to wait for your graduation."

Yan Chuyang nodded, trying his best not to let the dull sound leak out his depressed mood.

Wei Qing took a glass of water from the table, raised his head and took a sip, "Wei Yuan should have told you before why I suddenly asked you to fake a marriage."

"Yes." Yan Chuyang said softly, "He said it was forced by your parents."

"That's one of the reasons." Wei Qing added, "The most important thing is Wei Dongsheng, which is my dad. Recently, something went wrong with his heart and he has to perform an operation with a high risk. I wanted him to settle down for surgery, so I decided to fake a marriage with you."

Yan Chuyang looked up in surprise: "Don't you hate Uncle? "Why would they still …"

Wei Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I hate him, but he's my dad. Without him, I wouldn't be here. This is the only rule, and I should compromise at this moment."

Yan Chuyang's heart softened. No matter how cold and forceful his face was, in the end, it was just a disguise. His heart was still soft.

"But I won't give up the fight with him so easily." Wei Qing raised his head with a determined look, "I will tell him about it the moment he finishes his surgery."

Yan Chuyang's eyes slightly trembled: "What's the deal?"

Wei Qing turned his head and looked at him, and said in a deep voice: "Once the surgery is over, I will divorce you and then find a girl to get married and live a normal life."

Yan Chuyang replied with an "oh". After a long while, he finally managed to hold back his heartache and said: "Then …" That's good. "

Wei Qing looked at the mountainous pile of rice bowls, "Are you full?"

"I'm full."

"When you're full, get up and wash up."

"Alright."

Yan Chuyang stood up from the chair and went to the bathroom as if he lost his soul. He suffered too many blows in a row that even made his head go dizzy.

Yan Chuyang went to the bathroom to take a bath, while Wei Qing sat on the sofa in the living room to process the company's documents contract.

Normally, he did not work at home, but these past few days he had been busy with these chores, causing him to accumulate a lot of work and have no choice but to bring them home to settle.

Yan Chuyang came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. While wiping his hair, he sat on the sofa and glanced at Wei Qing's computer screen: "What time is it? You should also go take a shower and rest."

"Yes." Wei Qing replied without raising his head, "Deal with this and go."

Yan Chuyang felt bored, so he took his phone from the table and played games on the sofa.

After fighting for a while, he couldn't stand the loneliness anymore. He turned around and whispered to Wei Qing: "What time are you going to be busy?"

Wei Qing frowned, "You can go straight to bed. The second floor is your bedroom. I've already had the nanny clean it up, so there's no need to wait for me."

"No." Yan Chuyang slid down, rubbed his slippered feet on the carpet and whispered, "We still haven't kissed today."

"Huh?" Wei Qing stopped his tapping abruptly and turned around to look at the person beside him.

Yan Chuyang had just finished his shower. His hair was still wet, his pale face was covered in moisture, and his eyes were red. He looked innocent and innocent.

"We haven't even kissed yet." Yan Chuyang repeated, "You have to kiss me once a day. The contract says so."

Wei Qing leaned back and collapsed on the back of the sofa with a face full of resistance.

Yan Chuyang felt terrible inside, but he definitely wouldn't give up!

Only two or three short months could be spent with Wei Qing. He had to cherish every minute and every second. Even if he couldn't get Wei Qing to like him in the end, at least he worked hard!

This was the determination he had secretly made while taking a bath.

He had to seize this short time of two or three months and do everything he could to let Wei Qing see him and fall in love with him. Even if he failed in the end, he wouldn't have any regrets.

"Give me your word." Yan Chuyang snorted and said, "When will you be able to kiss? When will you be kissing? It will be 12 o'clock soon. If you don't, then it will be tomorrow."

After a long while, Wei Qing finally gave up and sighed. He rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Come here."

Yan Chuyang loosened his shoulders, suppressed his elated mood and walked over while supporting himself on the sofa.

Wei Qing turned his head and saw the boy's round black eyes. His scalp tightened as he said: "Close your eyes."

"Are you done?" Yan Chuyang stared at him innocently, "Isn't that good?"

The man clicked his tongue. "Not closed, not close."

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll close." Yan Chuyang quickly closed his eyes.

Looking at the line of eyelashes, Wei Qing felt a bit awkward. However, he still lowered his head and gently pecked the boy's lips.

The moment he approached, he smelled the refreshing scent of lavender on Yan Chuyang's body. It seemed to be the scent of his shampoo.

Weird, he also used this brand of shampoo. Why didn't he usually find it so fragrant?

Perhaps having just brushed his teeth, Wei Qing had the illusion that he was kissing jelly.

"Alright." Wei Qing let go of him and moved back a little.