He was not that person.
Xu Qichen took a step back, wanting to close the door.
“Ai!” Song Yuanyan hurried over and grabbed the door, nearly getting his fingers crushed. “Why are you trying to hide after seeing me?”
Xu Qichen began to forcefully pry his fingers off the door. Song Yuanyan smiled placatingly, and squeezed through the gap, into the building, “Why? Is it because I didn’t visit you?”
Xu QIchen still said nothing. Seeing that Song Yuanyan had entered, he grabbed his book and walked out.
Song Yuanyan followed behind him, “How have you been? You look like you’ve lost some weight. Have you eaten any Laba porridge?”
Xu Qichen walked silently to his quarters, opened the door, and tried to lock him outside, but he still managed to slip in.
“Don’t be angry. What if you make yourself sick from anger?”
Upon hearing this, Xu Qichen turned around and looked at him. Staring coldly at Song Yuanyan he finally said, “Young master, did you go home just to change your clothes after coming out of the hospital?”
Song Yuanyan was stunned. He looked down at his complete shirt, tie and overcoat. He touched the tip of his nose and asked guiltily, “How did you know?”
Xu Qichen took a match from the table and set the charcoal basin on fire. “It smells like disinfectant.”
Only now did Song Yuanyan understand why Xu Qichen was angry. He cleared his hoarse throat and sat down on Xu Qichen’s bed. “I told them clearly that no one is allowed to say anything, especially not to you…”
Xu Qichen stood up and grabbed Song Suanyan’s collar. “Then you don’t have to visit me. Even if you die outside, you don’t have to let me know, lest I go to your funeral.”
Song Yuanyan was stunned. He grabbed Xu Qichen’s arm, took him into his arms, and held him tightly. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just didn’t want you to worry…”
After struggling for a while, Xu Qichen suddenly realised that his body temperature felt a little too high. He brushed his hair aside, lowered his head, and put their foreheads together.
It was very hot.
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Anger, sadness, heartache, resentment; all the emotions were crumpled together, stuffed into his chest, unable to be let out or be swallowed down, making him feel even more frustrated.
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“I missed you so much. I thought, if I fell sick, then I can return to your side.”
The high fever had made his voice hoarse, like a rough piece of sandpaper, which made Xu Qichen’s heart itch and hurt.
Song Yuanyan lifted Xu Qichen’s hand and put it on his own cheek. “Don’t be angry. I won’t do this again.”
Xu Qichen inhaled, about to get angry, but he suppressed it again. “Next time you make yourself sick, I will never see you again.”
Even after holding it in for so long, his words did not have much threat in them.
He was clearly unhealthy, but he still made himself sick.
If he could not even love himself, then he could just die. So what if Xu Qichen could not complete his tasks?
The moment this thought popped out of the little black house in Xu Qichen’s heart, he instantly regretted it.
Perhaps it was because they were in a church, and he was more aware of these prayer-like thoughts in his mind.
Forget it, he’d like to take those words back. Dying was a little overboard.
He must not die. Instead, let him be sick like this forever, without a cure.
Having changed his request, he thought about it carefully and realised that he had nothing to gain from it. If Song Yuanyan was sick forever, would that not mean he would have to take care of him forever?
Forget it, he’d like to take those words back, too.
Let him recover and be well.
Why was he so troublesome?
“What are you thinking?” Song Yuanyan seemed to see Xu Qichen’s wandering mind and pinched the tip of his chin. “You’re so absorbed in your thoughts.”
Xu Qichen slapped his hand away. “Nothing much. Tell me honestly, how did you fall sick?”
Song Yuanyan smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth. “I just… took several more cold water baths…”
Xu Qichen encircled Song Yuanyan’s neck with his hand and used a little force. “Will you do this again in the future?”
Song Yuanyan immediately shook his head, “Never, sir.”
Xu Qichen was stunned by the sudden address. What? Was he roleplaying?
He let go of his neck. No, hadn’t he been roleplaying since entering this world? Why did he suddenly feel embarrassed?
Suddenly, he was kissed, and the perpetrator giggled, “Sir, you’re thinking again.”
Xu Qichen pushed him aside, went to the table and sat down. He opened the Bible he had not finished reading just now and asked softly, “Have you taken the medicine?”
“I took it before coming.”
Song Yuanyan sat on the edge of the bed, which was beside the desk, and moved near Xu Qichen. He lay his head on the table and looked at Xu Qichen. “My mother is afraid that I will get sick again, so she told me to take you back this time.”
“I’m not going back.”
Song Yuanyan grabbed Xu Qichen’s wrist and said, “No, you have to go back with me. I’ve spent so much effort. You…” He covered his mouth and burst into a coughing fit.
Xu Qichen reached over and patted him on the back. “Please stop for a while, little ancestor.”
Song Yuanyan suppressed his coughing a little and held on to Xu Qichen’s hand. “Anyway, you can’t stay here. You have to go back with me.” He gave a long sigh of relief. “You will only be my sir in the future.”
As soon as he let down his guard, Song Yuanyan had pulled him into his arms. He bowed his head and kissed his lips. At the moment when the two soft lips touched each other, there was an indescribable pleasure and throbbing that broke through the shackles.
His hand held the back of Xu Qichen’s head and gently stroked his head, making Xu Qichen unable to move. The long-anticipated kiss made both their hearts burn hot.
When he felt the tip of the tongue touch his own teeth, Xu Qichen’s remaining reason made him escape from the arms holding him. As if infected, his face was hot, his mouth went dry, his body felt weak, and various unspeakable symptoms seemed to have spread throughout.
“We can’t…” Xu Qichen’s chest was rising and falling with his breaths, “Not here.”
Song Yuanyan let out half-a-smile, put his arms around his waist and said, “Sir, why can’t we?”
Xu Qichen propped himself up on the table and pretended to be serious. “If you call me sir, I have to teach you propriety, justice, honesty, and honour.”
Song Yuan said with a smile, “Oh? Then, please enlighten me, sir. What is propriety, justice, honesty, and honour?”
Xu Qichen stood up straight, but his voice was not confident. “A gentleman should be self-conscious and give up his personal desires.”
Song Yuanyan nodded thoughtfully, but did not stop his actions. He stood up and put his arms around Xu Qichen, lowered his head, and gently licked his neck from under his ear. “Sir, go on.”
Xu Qichen pushed Song Yuanyan and said, “Hey! I’m not kidding, it’s not allowed here!”
Song Yuanyan was a scoundrel. “Why not? Who said that?”
Xu Qichen slid his hand on the table and happened to encounter the old bible. He grabbed it and pushed it against Song Yuanyan’s chest. “God.”
Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows.
“Leviticus 20:13: If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.” Xu Qichen’s chin was raised outward, and the top of the church’s cross could be seen from the window.
Song Yuanyan took the Bible and put it on the table. “You have a good memory.” Then he took off his overcoat and threw it on the table. He pushed Xu Qichen down on the bed with great force. He put one hand on his face and with the other hand he pulled off his tie. He bowed his head and smiled.
“Then, dear gentleman who has given up his personal desires…”
There was a huskiness synonymous to the sick in his low voice. He could almost feel his burning heat through the thin air.
“Would you like to commit a sin with me?”
THE BIBLE??? AGSNJADW
“would you like to commit a sin with me?”?????? I think i lost 2 pounds of blood out my nose just now
no way this man just pulled out the bible 💀
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Aiya, so smooth!