Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

257. Extra Chapter 2: Nursing His Stomach

Translator: Bryan

“Wei Yuan,” said Yan Chuyang in a low voice, sitting slumped over his desk limply. “Would you like to join me for a drink after school? A new bar just opened near the school.”

Wei Yuan who was sitting beside him shivered. He stroked the hair on the back of his neck which was standing up and said, “Don’t even think about it. My brother has been warning me for days not to take you out to eat. He said you need to nurse your stomach.”

“That’s nonsense!” Yan Chuyang abruptly smacked his hand down onto the desk, straightened himself and, eyes wide open, said, “He never satisfied my needs, and he keeps making me eat vegetable like I’m a rabbit, saying I need to nurse my stomach. I don’t need a robust stomach!”

Wei Yuan curled his lip. “Don’t put it in such an ambiguous way, okay. You may say my brother never gave you anything delicious. You shouldn’t say he never satisfied you. You make him sound impotent.”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “It’s not ambiguous. He’s indeed impotent.”

“What do you…” Wei Yuan abruptly straightened his back, jerked his head aside to look at Yan Chuyang and exclaimed, “Impotent? My brother’s impotent?”

Yan Chuyang nodded. “Are you surprised?”

“Impossible.” Wei Yuan gave Yan Chuyang’s white T shirt a pull and, looking at the countless hickeys and bruises on Yan Chuyang’s collarbones and neck, said, “You got new hickeys on your neck every day, and yet you expect me to believe my brother’s impotent?”

“These things mean nothing!” Yan Chuyang pushed Wei Yuan’s hand away with a sullen face. He clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, “He can only kiss me and bite me now. He can’t even…”

Wei Yuan blinked and leaned over, “He can’t even what?”

Yan Chuyang glared at him and, a blush rising to his ears, said, “You’re dating Guo Hanxin, aren’t you? Stop playing possum.”

Wei Yuan shook his head in disbelief. “Oh, Yan Chuyang, you always strike me as an artless guy. Since when have you become so…”

“I’m just stating the facts,” Yan Chuyang said, his face frigid. “If he couldn’t finish what he started and satisfy me, why did he kiss and hug and titillate me?”

“That’s true.” Wei Yuan nodded in agreement. “Sexaual frustration is indeed upsetting.”

“Do you think…” A worried look appeared in Yan Chuyang’s eyes as he said quietly, “Do you think Wei Qing’s cheating on me?”

“Impossible.” Wei Yuan shook his head. “My brother is a very conservative person. He’s chosen you, and he’ll never transfer his affections.”

“I feel the same way.” Yan Chuyang’s shoulders relaxed. He added, “He’s very sensitive. His eyes redden every time I touch him at night. I know eyes turning red means he wants me bad.”

“Yes, so you need to trust my brother.”

“But…” Yan Chuyang sighed, “Why can’t he just finish the job?”

“Do you think he lacks motivation?” Wei Yuan asked hesitantly.

“What other motivation can I offer him?” Yan Chuyang leaned onto his desk again and said listlessly, “I know he loves it when I cross-dress. The other day I even put on the princess dress I hated the most, but he still didn’t do it. He just tore the dress, kissed me, hugged me and just stopped.”