Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

253. I Need to Go and See Someone

Translator: Bryan

Yan Chuyang replied, “Don’t worry. I specially put a lot of chives in the noodles.”

Wei Qing stiffened momentarily. “Why?”

“To tonify your little buddy,” Yan Chuyang said nonchalantly.

Wei Qing let out a hollow laugh and said dangerously, “It seems I didn’t put enough efforts into it last night. You feel I could use a boost of virility, right?”

“Uh…” Yan Chuyang flinched and said in a low voice, “I just think you pushed yourself too hard last night. I fear you’ve tired yourself out.”

Wei Qing chuckled, turned off the gas and scooped Yan Chuyang up in his arms.

“Hey!” Yan Chuyang exclaimed, twining his arms around Wei Qing’s neck in alarm. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Wei Qing lowered his head and rubbed his face against the tip of Yan Chuyang’s nose. “I’ll let you know whether I’ve tired myself out.”

With that Wei Qing strode out of the kitchen, kicked the bedroom door open and walked inside.

An hour later, Yan Chuyang walked out, unsteay on his feet, holding his waist.

“How do you feel?” Wei Qing held Yan Chuyang’s arms guiltily. “Do you want more ointment?”

“No.” Yan Chuyang shook off Wei Qing’s hands and said softly, “I’m fine. You must be very tired. Go and eat something.”

Wei Qing felt even guiltier now. “Don’t be like this.”

“I’m really okay.” Yan Chuyang raised his eyes which were red from crying and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “I enjoyed it very much. You must be exhausted.”

“But you just cried.”

“I… I cried because it was comfortable.”

“But you said it hurt.” Wei Qing clenched his teeth and said with a heavy heart, “I’m sorry. I should’ve restrained myself. I knew you were in pain, but I still continued. I really… Alas!” Wei Qing had a guilty look on his face. He regretted it so much that he felt an urge to slap his own face. How could he be so heartless? How could he disregard Yan Chuyang’s feelings? Just now Yan Chuyang had been sobbing, but Wei Qing had still…

“Come on. I’m really okay.” Yan Chuyang clapped Wei Qing on the shoulder. “You must’ve tired yourself out. You tried so hard. I was the useless one. All I did was cry. But don’t worry. It wasn’t because I was in pain!”

It was because…the lovemaking was too exciting.

“Chuyang!” Wei Qing abruptly wrapped Yan Chuyang in a fierce embrace. Face grave, he said in a slightly deep voice, “Give me some more time. That…That was my first time as well. I couldn’t control myself. The very sight of you lying in bed makes it impossible for me to restrain myself. Can…Can you give me some time to practice?”

“It’s okay.” Having sensed the guilt in Wei Qing’s voice, Yan Chuyang anxiously patted his shoulder and said, “You did a very good job. You’ve never done it before, and you never watched porn movies. I think your skills are amazing.”

Wei Qing stiffened momentarily, “You watch porn movies?”

Not guarded with him, Yan Chuyang replied, “I used to think I’d be the one doing the tiring part of it, so I kept practicing. I wanted to make you feel comfortable.”

It had never occurred to him that he would be the one down below.

He had painstakingly bought those discs for nothing.

In the past few months, he had secretly watched those porn movies in his room very often and learned some techniques from the Tops.

But it had never crossed his mind that he would be a Bottom.

Well, the moves he had learned were now useless.

Wei Qing release Yan Chuyang, stared into his eyes and said inscrutably, “Not bad. Previously you stared at girls, and now you’re watching porn movies.”

Yan Chuyang’s shoulders stiffened and he giggled. Then he twined his arms around Wei Qing’s neck, rubbed his nose against the tip of Wei Qing’s and said smilingly, “I’m not. When I watch a porn movie, I picture the porn star being you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. That’s why I cry every time the Bottom cries. It makes me feel as if you were crying.”

Wei Qing froze. After a long moment’s silence, he said through gritted teeth, “Yan Chuyang!”

The two of them romped in the room for quite a while before they hugged again. They kissed from the doorway of the bedroom to the carpeted living room, and then the sofa.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Yan Chuyang gave Wei Qing’s shoulder a push. “I need to eat. I’m starving.”

Wei Qing came back to himself, apologetically stroked Yan Chuyang’s flat lower abdomen. “I’m sorry. I forgot that. Come, let’s go and eat.”

At the dining table.

Yan Chuyang started gobbling the rice with spareribs that Wei Qing made yesterday and had just heated with the microwave oven.

Wei Qing was unhurriedly eating the bowl of noodles that had stuck into balls.

Although the noodles turned out to be yet another failure, it was Yan Chuyang who had cooked them. Wei Qing didn’t have the heart to throw them away.

“Yan Chuyang,” Wei Qing swallowed a mouthful of noodles with difficulty, lifted his head and asked, “Why did you cook for me today?”

Yan Chuyang had never cooked any meals on his own initiative before.

“Because we’re newlyweds.” Chewing rice with his head down, Yan Chuyang replied evasively, “You’re my marriage partner, and you have to work every day, which is very tiring. I’m in college and unable to make money yet, but I can do some chores to share your burden.”

Wei Qing snorted, his heart melting. He said, “You don’t have to be so sweet. There are other ways you can help. For example, you may improve your health and durability. If you remain so sensitive, we wouldn’t be able to increase the quality of our sex life. As for the cooking, I’ll handle it.”

Yan Chuyang nodded and lowered his head to eat. After a while, he suddenly said, “Wei Qing, can you go to Heng Yang on Haihe Road with me when you can spare the time?”

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat and his hands paused, but he still said calmly, “Why do you want to go there?”

“I want to find someone there,” Yan Chuyang said seriously, lifting his head.

“Find someone?” Wei Qing frowned. “Who?”

“Someone who donated money to me. He helped me a lot when I was a teenager.”

Wei Qing’s face changed. After a moment of silence, he gave a little cough, straightened his shoulders and said unabashedly, “That’s me. Who else would do that for you?”

Yan Chuyang was stunned for two or three seconds before he said with a frown, “How do you know you were the one who helped me?”