Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

170. That’s Not the Point

Translator: Ahve

“It hurts, right?” Yan Chuyang raised his head and frowned, “Just a moment. I have to bath the wound with disinfectant, or it won’t heal quickly.”

Wei Qing didn’t speak, gritting his teeth.

Feeling the man’s tensed muscles, Yan Chuyang sighed and lowered his head to continue rubbing on the wound with the swab. This time, he slowed down a lot and kept blowing at the wound to ease the pain.

As the boy’s cool breath soothed the aching wound. Wei Qing did feel much better.

After disinfection, the boy picked up a bandage and softly touched the swollen wound with his fingers. Then he kept slowly blowing at it.

Wei Qing felt his heart was beating faster and faster. There was something vague in his eyes. He stared at the boy, absorbed, as if time had stopped.

It really touched his heart when the boy just stayed by his side, worried for him, and took care of him.

Could’t Yan Chuyang always be like this? Wei Qing swore that the boy would always be his one and only, but why did he strive to leave?

“Stop it.” The man frowned and tried to snatch his hand away.

“It’s not done.” Yan Chuyang hurriedly tightened his grip on wrist wrist, muttering with a frown, “Wait till the medicine works. Otherwise, you’ll be in great pain when I dress your wound later.”

As he said this, his soft lips were moving closer to the wound and blew on it, slightly pursed.

Wei Qing was obsessed.

“Just stop,” Wei Qing warned again, his voice deep.

“Alright, it should be okay now… Hey, you!”

Wei Qing suddenly held the boy’s wrist and pushed him down on the sofa.

“What are you doing?” Yan Chuyang pushed the man on the shoulder and looked down at the his wounded hand. “Your hand haven’t be bandaged yet. You can’t… ”

“Don’t go,” Wei Qing interrupted him.

Yan Chuyang froze.

Wei Qing lowered his head and kissed the boy affectionately on the lips, “Don’t leave me alone.”

“Wei Qing,” Yan Chuyang blinked confusedly, “Let go of me first.”

“Huh,” the man sneered. “So you can go back to school to see your lover?”

Yan Chuyang was stunned, “What lover? What are you talking about?”

“You know what you’ve done.” Wei Qing gazed deep into his eyes, grabbed his collar and licked his fair collarbone, “Yan Chuyang, you’re so good at pretending to be innocent!”

Feeling that the man’s other hand was getting fast into his T-shirt, Yan Chuyang trembled and struggled in panic, “Wei Qing, calm down. Let go of me!”

“Let go? Why should I?” Wei Qing kept kissing the boy on the cheek, mumbling, “We’re married. There’s nothing wrong with me kissing you like this. Somehow, I just love you so much that I can’t bear to touch you!”

The boy seemed surprised. When he felt the hand on his waist was going down, his heart sank.

He realized Wei Qing meant it this time.

“No, stop!” Yan Chuyang roared in horror and tried hard to push the man away. “Wei Qing, calm down!”

“No!” Wei Qing bit the boy’s T-shirt fiercely, his eyes red. “I should’ve done this long ago. I should’ve made you mine, so you wouldn’t have the chance to be with someone else!”

The cotton T-shirt on the boy’s body was ripped open, and his fair and firm skin was revealed.

The perfect and alluring curves of his body drove the man crazy. Enchanted, he passionately kissed the boy’s beautiful shoulder and collarbone.

Yan Chuyang struggled with fear. He didn’t want to do this. He thought the man didn’t like him at all, and what he was doing now was merely out of lust.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get out of the man’s arms. Wei Qing already lost his mind.

“Don’t be afraid.” Wei Qing whispered while kissing him. “It won’t hurt that much. I’ll be gentle. Just let me love you, okay?”

“Wei Qing!” Yan Chuyang seized the man by the arm and frowned, “I don’t want to.”

The man paused and then nibbled his nose, “You have to know that you’re mine.”

Yan Chuyang suddenly felt kind of sad. He knew he shouldn’t show his true feeling now, yet tears just streamed down his face.

That was the time when Wei Qing got stunned and still.

All of a sudden, silence was all around, and only the boy’s sobbing could be heard. Like a kitten being bullied, he was so helpless that he could do nothing but cry.

“Do you want me to hate you?” Yan Chuyang broke the silence, his voice husky with grief.

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat and finally realized what he was doing. He slowly let go of the boy.

“Don’t cry.” Wei Qing got up from the sofa, grabbed the blanket beside him and wrapped it around the boy.

Yan Chuyang stared at him, teeth gritted. Even if he didn’t say anything more, one could tell how discontented he was by his misty eyes.

Wei Qing gently wiped tears for him and apologized softly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so rude.” Then he gave the boy a kiss on the cheek.

Yan Chuyang couldn’t help trembling and he pushed him away. He glared at the man, his eyes red from crying, and roared, “That’s not the point! The problem is that you were forcing me. That’s why I’m angry.”

“It’s not like that!” The man yelled coldly, “We haven’t divorced yet. You’re still my wife. Making love is probably the most normal thing that happens between a couple!”

“But I told you I don’t want to!”

“Then why?” Wei Qing looked sullen. He just couldn’t understand. “We’ve been married for over three months. I’ve been trying all the time to hold down my urge in case you’re scared.”