Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

36. Do You Want to Make My Wound Hurt Like Hell?

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Wei Qing’s pupils contracted, and he suddenly put his arm around the boy’s waist and hugged him.

He stretched out his hand so far that the back of his hand touched the edge of the hot casserole. The intense burning sensation made the man gasp. Even so, he didn’t relax his grip on the boy’s waist at all.

Yan Chuyang gasped in a state of shock in Wei Qing’s arms. When he reacted, he hurriedly pushed Wei Qing’s shoulder and said, “Are you all right?”

Wei Qing pushed him aside with a scowl, “Enough is enough! Get out!”

Yan Chuyang was confused, “Why do you think I’m horsing around? I just wanted to taste the soup for you. Who knew that your reaction was so… Wei Qing!” The boy paused and suddenly roared, “Is your hand scalded?”

Wei Qing put his hand under the faucet and let cold water washed over the back of his hand, saying casually, “It’s okay, just a small wound.”

“How could it be a small wound?” Yan Chuyang hurriedly walked over. When he saw the man’s scalded red wound, he was so worried that his face turned pale and he directly grabbed Wei Qing’s wrist, “Let’s go, I’ll apply some ointment to your hand!”

Wei Qing gritted his teeth, “I’m okay, let go of me.”

“No!” Yan Chuyang turned off the faucet and tugged at his hand. “It doesn’t work to flush the wound with water. You have to apply the ointment!”

The man stamped his foot and shouted, “Turn on the faucet! Yan Chuyang, do you want to make my wound hurt like hell?!”

Yan Chuyang was stunned by his irritable tone and frantically turned on the tap, “Sorry, you can flush it as you want.”

Wei Qing gritted his teeth and jutted his chin out calmly. “I have the ointment for scalding which is a white tube in my nightstand. Please bring it to me.”

Yan Chuyang answered ‘yes’ and quickly turned around to get the ointment.

As soon as the boy left, Wei Qing’s tense shoulders suddenly softened and he continued gasping with a painful expression.

‘That hurt! That’s really killing me!’

“Wei Qing, Wei Qing, I have brought the ointment to you.”

Hearing the shout, Wei Qing quickly hid his painful expression and said with an impassive countenance, “Just bring it to me. What are you yelling for?”

Yan Chuyang gave it to him, “I’m just worried that your wound would be painful.”

Wei Qing snorted, “What does the little pain mean? It’s just the least of my worries.”

Looking at the large reddening welt on the back of the man’s hand, Yan Chuyang frowned worriedly, “Let me help you. It’s inconvenient for you to apply the ointment with one hand.”

“I don’t need your help,” After saying the words, Wei Qing twisted off the lid of the ointment tube with one hand and clumsily squeezed the soft white ointment bit by bit over the back of his hand.

Seeing how hard he did, Yan Chuyang moved forward again, “Don’t stand on ceremony, I’ll help you.” As he said this, the boy raised his hand and was about to touch the back of Wei Qing’s hand.

Seeing the boy’s fair slender fingers, Wei Qing suddenly frowned and he raised his voice and shouted, “Get away from me!”

Yan Chuyang stood still there and pinched the side of his trousers with embarrassment, “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t want to touch you. I just wanted to help you squeeze some ointment.”

Looking at the boy’s obviously frightened expression, Wei Qing’s eyes darkened and he lowered his voice, “Don’t get me wrong. I really don’t need you to help me here.”

Yan Chuyang answered ‘oh’, but he suddenly turned around, “Then… Then let me help you clean up the kitchen.”

After saying the words, the boy walked over to the side of the stove, trying to take down the bubbling pot of soup.

Seeing the red-hot bottom of the casserole, Wei Qing’s pupils shrunk, “Can’t you understand what I said? Don’t touch it! And get out!”

Yan Chuyang’s face froze. Then he clenched his teeth and suddenly turned around and growled, “I will just go out! Don’t think that I like listening to your roaring here.”

‘It’s really baffling! It’s him who scalded his hand by himself, so what does it have to do with me?’

‘Didn’t I just want to help him clean up the kitchen? Does he need to yell at me? Even if he dislikes me, he needn’t to express it so obviously, right?

If I hadn’t liked him, I would’ve already left. How I could still listen to his roaring and give him ointment obediently? If I hadn’t liked him, would I still have been tolerating his temper here?

Humph, bad man!’

Wei Qing endured the trembling and smoothed the ointment on his wound. He went to the side of the casserole with his eyebrows raised, turn off the fire, and then started to leaned on the cupboard in a daze.

The kitchen was very quiet. Due to the silence, he could feel the restlessness in his mind.

After a while, Wei Qing raised his hand and stared blankly at the part of the thumb of his right hand, which had been sucked by the boy’s lips.

It was a little red and hot. It was clearly not scalded, but the temperature was strangely higher than other parts.

Wei Qing closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. he flashed on the numb and trembling feeling of the moment Yan Chuyang “kissed” his thumb.

‘How could it be?’ The man hurriedly lowered his hand, and his eyes were full of confusion and discomfort.

‘I was just touched by his lips. How could my reaction be so intense?’

‘Have I stooped so low now as I would fantasize about a little boy like Yan Chuyang?’

Wei Qing raised his hand and rubbed his brow in confusion, suddenly feeling strange in his mind. ‘No, how could I react to him?’

‘No matter how soft his lips are or how gentle his breathing is, they are still a man’s lips.’

‘Yan Chuyang is indeed cute, handsome and gentle, and he also has a soft and obedient personality. However, he is a man after all, a man the same as me. How could I react so easily to his approach?!’

Wei Qing lowered his head with a livid face. He looked at the restless protuberance in the groin and frowned. ‘Have I been suppressing the desire for too long? I’m almost thirty now, so maybe I should really find a girlfriend…’

As he was thinking about it, the boy’s dissatisfied voice rang out from the living room again, “Wei Qing, can you serve the soup? I’m very hungry!”

Wei Qing gritted his teeth and cursed in his mind, “Eat, eat! You ungrateful brat. I’m confused here and you just know eating!”

As he was cursing in his mind, the boy’s whining voice rang out again, “Wei Qing, I know you are angry. But you can’t let me miss the meal. You are abusing me!”

The man ground his molar and said, “Hold on. If you call me again, I will let you have instant noodles!”

Yan Chuyang immediately became silent. He certainly didn’t want to eat instant noodles. He saw the pot of soup made by Wei Qing. It was delicious and tasty. He couldn’t miss it just because of the quarrel of the two of them. ‘I will wait for you!’