C19 I'm on Ice Cream?

"That's it." Yan Chuyang opened his eyes and said in disappointment, "Why didn't I feel it?"

"I kissed him anyway." With that, Wei Qing turned his attention back to the computer as his fingers nimbly flew across the keyboard.

Yan Chuyang murmured in his heart while lying on the sofa, "If I had known earlier, I would have kissed her on the contract …"

Wei Qing looked at the time on the computer, frowned and said, "Go upstairs and sleep, it's getting late."

"No problem." Yan Chuyang took his phone and opened up the game interface again, "I'll be waiting for you."

Wei Qing raised his eyebrows uncomfortably, "Don't wait for me, I will be busy until very late."

"How can I not wait for you?" Yan Chuyang said casually, "Today is our first day of marriage, we agreed to sleep together."

Wei Qing's movements froze once again. This time, the reluctance on his face wasn't even concealed.

Yan Chuyang felt depressed. After a moment of silence, he said, "Don't be so scared, I was just joking. If you don't want to, I won't force you." He didn't want to push Wei Qing so hard.

Wei Qing heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you for understanding. I've been sleeping alone since I was young. I'm really used to not having two people sleeping together."

"I know." Yan Chuyang stood up from the sofa and said without raising his head, "Then I'll go upstairs to sleep. If you need anything, just call me."

"Yes."

Yan Chuyang went upstairs step by step. Only the heavens knew how heavy each step was.

It seemed like the path of Wei Qing was a long one.

When Yan Chuyang woke up, it was already past 9. Wei Qing had already left for work.

Since it was Saturday and he didn't have any classes, he didn't want to go out either. He was prepared to stay here and get to know Wei Qing's place.

As soon as he went downstairs, the nanny came up to welcome him, "Mr Yan, breakfast is ready. Mr Wei said he will wait for you to come down for it."

Yan Chuyang was a bit flattered and touched his neck, "Auntie, you can do whatever you want, I don't need to do anything else. When I'm hungry, I'll go find something to eat."

The nanny wiped her hands with her apron and smiled, "How can that be okay? You are Mr Wei's guest, we don't dare to be slow."

None of the servants in the villa knew about the marriage between Yan Chuyang and Wei Qing. Other than Wei Dongsheng and Zhuo Zhanheng, Wei Qing didn't tell anyone else about the marriage.

The word "customer" hit Yan Chuyang hard on the heart. The boy forced a smile and said, "There's really no need. You should get off work first. You can come back to work when Wei Qing comes back."

"That won't do."

"It's true." Yan Chuyang interrupted her and said, "I can only feel uncomfortable if you stay here."

Hearing this, the nurse's face changed and said, "If that's the case, then I'll get off work first. I'll come over when Mr Wei comes back."

"Right, right." Yan Chuyang nodded, "That's right."

"Well, then." The nanny took off her apron and said, "Then Mr Yan, I'll get off work first."

"Yes, please be careful on your way."

"Alright."

Yan Chuyang stared at the back of the babysitter until she disappeared behind the door. Then, he suddenly turned around and ran towards Wei Qing's bedroom.

He had already been married for two days, but he had yet to see Wei Qing's bed.

Yan Chuyang was stunned when he opened the door.

This... This was too simple.

The carpet was black fur, the walls were pure white, the bedside table was white, there was no other color in the room except for black and white. Even the quilts were striped with black and white.

The bed sheets were arranged neatly, without a single fold, like a pile of tofu.

Yan Chuyang shook his head and plopped down on the bed. He thought to himself, "This is too clean."

After rolling on the bed, Yan Chuyang started to make plans for the day with Wei Qing's pillow. He wanted to get up after a short rest to eat, then draw a cartoon and then leave some time to prepare dinner for Wei Qing.

After the plan was made, Yan Chuyang buried his face in the soft pillow and took a deep breath. He felt warm inside and thought, to be so close to Wei Qing, such a life is really good.

When Wei Qing came home from work at five o'clock, Yan Chuyang was sitting on the sofa, leaning on his drawing board and concentrating on drawing.

"You're back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Chuyang turned his head excitedly and shouted.

"Yes." While changing into slippers, Wei Qing casually asked, "You didn't go to school today?"

Yan Chuyang turned his gaze back to the drawing board and said while painting, "You forgot, today is Saturday, so we don't have any classes."

Wei Qing nodded, raised his hand to untie his tie, then casually threw it on the sofa. Then, he habitually paced to the fridge to get some ice cream.

He was shocked when he opened the refrigerator. Other than a few bottles of drinks at the top, what other ice cream was there?

"Where's my ice cream?" Wei Qing turned around and asked.

"Huh?" Yan Chuyang looked up, then stared blankly at the empty refrigerator. "Oh, the ice cream in the fridge seems to be out of date soon. I'm afraid of wasting it, so I ate it."

"Eat it?" Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched, "That's a bucket, you ate it all?"

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips: "I love to eat the moment I draw without any inspiration, but I ended up eating all of it unknowingly …"

Wei Qing ground his teeth and said, "Save some for me."

Yan Chuyang blinked. He suddenly picked up the leftover piece of meat and stood up. He ran to Wei Qing's side and handed it to him, "There's still some here. I ate the leftovers. If you don't mind …"

"I hate it." Wei Qing said coldly, "Nope."

Yan Chuyang lowered his hand and said with his eyes closed: "Actually... I did it for your own good. It's not good for my stomach to eat too much ice cream.

Wei Qing was so angry that he was almost laughing out loud, "Then I still have to thank you."

Yan Chuyang kicked the carpet: "No need."

Wei Qing said with a cold face, "Look up."

"What for?"

"Raise your head!"

Yan Chuyang raised his chin reluctantly.

The man took out a wet towel from his jacket pocket and ruthlessly wiped the ice-cream left by the corner of the boy's mouth. "Be careful, I just bought the sofa. Rub it on for me and you can wait."