71. Break Fingers?

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Wei Qing had a bad habit. When he kissed someone, he would always get close to him and nuzzle his mouth or nose with his chin, as if he deliberately made him itchy and tremble.

Yan Chuyang’s cold fingers moved upwards, pausing for a moment before stopping over Wei Qing’s sexy lips.

Yan Chuyang stroked Wei Qing’s soft thin lips unhappily. ‘It’s said that one with thin lips is heartless, but why is Wei Qing so stubborn? After so many years, he still can’t forget Shen Shimin and guards the two pots of butterfly orchids given by her. His infatuation is horribly long-lasting. Alas!’

As he was absorbed in touching him, Wei Qing’s body suddenly moved. Yan Chuyang was startled and hurriedly drew his hand back.

“What are you doing?” Wei Qing suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Yan Chuyang’s wrist, and deliberately lowered his voice, “Why did you touch me?”

Listening to Wei Qing’s gloomy tone, Yan Chuyang felt nervous. Suddenly, he remembered the unlucky guy whose fingers were broken because he touched Wei Qing.

‘I seem to have touched him…’

Yan Chuyang swallowed, his voice trembling.

“Are you gonna… break my fingers?”

‘Will he feel disgusted and want to break my fingers, just like that unlucky guy?’

The air froze instantly.

“Heh!” After a long silence, Wei Qing laughed. He raised his hand and touched Yan Chuyang’s forehead. “Did you become insane because of breaking your arm?”

“No, I didn’t,” Yan Chuyang shook his head and shook off Wei Qing’s hand, his eyelids drooping in low spirits.

“Idiot,” Wei Qing scolded. He suddenly bent down and gave Yan Chuyang a peck on his lips. His forehead leaned against his and he said softly, “I won’t break your fingers. Besides, I will keep them well.” Wei Qing grabbed Yan Chuyang’s wrist and kissed his fingertips. “It’s my fault today. I apologize to you.”

Yan Chuyang’s nose became sore as he stared at Wei Qing with teary eyes and said in a muffled voice, “Actually, you don’t have to apologize. I understand that. My arms are nothing compare with the two pots of flowers.”

“How can it be?” Wei Qing’s eyes darkened and he kissed Yan Chuyang’s palm. “I will kiss your hand, but have you seen me kiss those two pots of flowers?”

“Tsk!” Yan Chuyang snorted coldly, “You haven’t kissed those flowers, but you often water and fertilize them.”

Wei Qing couldn’t help bursting into laughter. He looked down and suddenly sucked Yan Chuyang’s fingertips, saying in a low voice, “I’m also watering you.”

Yan Chuyang blushed and pushed Wei Qing’s shoulders away abruptly, putting his burning hand into the quilt while saying bashfully, “It’s impossible to persuade me to forgive you with this trick! My arm  was broken because of you!”

Then, Yan Chuyang pulled the blanket and covered his face.

‘How ridiculous! Do you want to cover up your mistake with your appearance?’

‘Unforgivable,’ Yan Chuyang touched his thumping heart and tried to calm his breath, emphasizing in his heart. ‘You’re unforgivable! Unforgivable!’

“Yan Chuyang?”

Wei Qing’s cool hand entered the quilt to touch his shoulder. Yan Chuyang stiffened and roared, “Get away from me. You broke my arm. Don’t you know that I have to practice drawing these days? You did it on purpose!”

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