Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

58. He Praises Him for Being Good?

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Yan Chuyang nodded heavily, “Don’t worry! I can do it.”

“OK,” Wei Qing replied. He turned around and left the bathroom, waiting for him outside.

After a while, when he heard the sound of water flushing, he felt relieved a little. ‘Fortunately, it seems that he hasn’t lost all his consciousness and can still untie his pants.’

After waiting for about three or four minutes, Wei Qing knocked on the door. “Have you finished? Come out immediately if so.”

It was quiet in the bathroom.

Wei Qing felt worried and hurriedly pushed the door open.

Yan Chuyang stood upright, with one hand against the wall and the other holding his pants. He fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Yes, he was asleep standing there!

Wei Qing couldn’t help but curse, “You’re so damn capable!”

Wei Qing walked behind him and lifted his pants.

He gritted his teeth. ‘An hour ago, I praised him for being good. But it’s not true. He’s just a pain in the neck!’

Yan Chuyang suddenly opened his eyes, looked down at his neat trousers, then looked at the toilet and whispered, “Did I finish pissing without taking off my pants?”

Hearing that, Wei Qing burst into laughter. He sighed and hugged him up around his waist, “Yes, you are an awesome guy, who can piss without taking off the pants.”

Then, he took big strides towards the bedroom with Yan Chuyang in his arms.

When he reached the bedside, Yan Chuyang struggled, “Let go of me!”

Wei Qing frowned. “What now?”

Yan Chuyang blushed and said, “I want to tie the belt.”

In the bathroom, Wei Qing only lifted his pants but didn’t buckle his belt.

“Alas,” Wei Qing sighed and let go of him helplessly. “Hurry up and sleep. I’m leaving.”

“OK,” Yan Chuyang responded. He stood with one hand on the bed and the other searching for his belt buckle.

Seeing his slow movements, Wei Qing became more and more anxious. He raised his hand to help him.

But the moment he touched his pants, Yan Chuyang immediately raised his hand and pushed him hard. Wei Qing was not prepared for that and fell straight to the bed. Yan Chuyang became anxious. He frowned and immediately reached out to pull him, but he had no strength out of being drunk.

Wei Qing’s whole body stiffened. When he realized that the warm breath was from Yan Chuyang, his back felt paralyzed as if he was shocked by the electricity.

“Yan Chuyang!” The veins in the corner of Wei Qing’s forehead bulged. He raised his hand and pushed Yan Chuyang’s shoulder.

Yan Chuyang twisted his cheeks because of feeling uncomfortable, “I want to sleep.”

“Sleep on the side!” Wei Qing roared.

Yan Chuyang looked up with grievance and said with tears in his eyes, “Wei Qing, I’m feeling terrible.”

What was a critical strike?

It was just that.

Wei Qing’s eyes instantly turned red.

“Be good,” Wei Qing raised his hand and rubbed Yan Chuyang’s head. He tried his best to control himself and said hoarsely, “You can’t sleep here. Get up and sleep on the pillow.”

“No,” Yan Chuyang looked unhappy again and rubbed with satisfaction, “It’s very comfortable here. I want to sleep here.”

“Yan Chuyang!” Wei Qing’s veins bulged and he pinched Yan Chuyang’s chin to force him to raise his head. However, when he saw his rosy and moist lips pouting with grievance, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Wei Qing wanted to push his hand away, but immediately touched his thick eyelashes gently, calling his name in a hoarse voice.

When Yan Chuyang woke up, it was already seven in the evening. He started to sleep from three in the afternoon. Surprisingly, he had slept for four hours.

There was no one in the room, and only the sound of the clock ticking could be heard.

“Mmm…” Yan Chuyang patted his dizzy head and sat up slowly from the bed. He looked at the room blankly and muttered, “How come I am in Wei Qing’s room?”

He was startled at the moment.

His voice was so hoarse, and his throat was itchy and a little painful when he swallowed.

Yan Chuyang smacked his mouth and frowned because of being uncomfortable.

Yan Chuyang shook his head, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. He wanted to go to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

But just as he opened the bedroom door and came out to the bathroom, he saw Wei Qing open the living room door with a briefcase in his hand and put on slippers at the entrance.

Yan Chuyang hurriedly walked over, “Wei Qing, did you just get off work?”

Hearing Yan Chuyang’s hoarse voice, Wei Qing’s body stiffened, but he quickly came back to his senses. He looked down and said, “Yes, I just finished my work.”

Yan Chuyang frowned and asked in confusion, “Since you went to work, who brought me back from the restaurant in the afternoon?”

Wei Qing’s expression froze. He looked up at him, “Don’t you remember what happened this afternoon?”

Yan Chuyang shook his head. “I seem to have lost my consciousness then.”

His stomach was not good and he hadn’t drunk alcohol for a long time. Yesterday it was the first time that he had drunk so much wine since his grandmother died.

He drank a lot and became confused.

Wei Qing looked obviously relieved. “Oh!” He bypassed him and sat down on the sofa with a poker face. “You’re drunk. Wei Yuan called me and I drove you back.”