Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 22.1 : He has Yan Sui, he has home

Chapter 22.1 :
He has Yan Sui, He has home

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: KainGuru

Meng Ting's 'really nice' was not a catchphrase. He never said these words to anyone except for Yan Sui because he really thought that Yan Sui was good to him.

He was so slow-witted—it could even be said that he was worthless. However, even after Yan Sui found out about it, he was still willing to marry Meng Ting. Yan Sui was the one who took him out of the Meng's residence, was the first to hug him, the first to kiss him, and the first to take care of him when he was sick...

Meng Ting's way of thinking was too stiff, his words were too poor, and he could not think of any other words apart from 'really nice' to express his gratitude.

Yan Sui patted Meng Ting's back and stopped, then his hand slowly moved to Meng Ting's neck and finally to his cheeks.

Meng Ting and Yan Sui looked at each other. His excessively clear eyes made Yan Sui see all of his feelings in one glance.

Yan Sui slowly drew closer. He kissed Meng Ting's lips first, then he slowly moved up and kissed Meng Ting's eyebrows.

"Keep this in your mind. I'm good to you because this is what I'm supposed to do."

He spoke of these words simply because he was Meng Ting, and not because Meng Ting was his wife. This point was very clear to Yan Sui.

Being nice to someone and being responsible to someone were two different things. Meng Ting was different from him since the very beginning, but it was not too obvious, and he was really sure now.

Meng Ting's eyelashes slightly quivered and various emotions continued to ferment in his eyes. He looked at Yan Sui carefully, and after a long time, he solemnly nodded.

He had always been told that nothing was a must, but Yan Sui always told him that he must eat and sleep well so he should be good to Yan Sui as well.

He did not know who was wrong or right, and he did not need to know. Meng Ting only knew that he liked to talk to him like this—that he should treat his Yan Sui this way.

Of course, he thought that this 'should' be mutual, so he would be good to Yan Sui in the future as well, which was naturally the right thing to do.

"Yan Sui, it's really nice to marry you."

The corners of Meng Ting's mouth curled up, unconsciously revealing a smile that could bewilder people. While Yan Sui was in a daze, Meng Ting drew closer to him. With one push of his arms, Yan Sui was pushed back to the couch and with his legs, he skillfully restrained Yan Sui's instinctive response.

"Don't move," Meng Ting solemnly said and Yan Sui did not move.

Meng Ting managed to hold the man down and explained his actions, "We're not going to fight. I just want to kiss you."

Seeing that Yan Sui still did not resist, Meng Ting began to put away the seriousness on his face, and without hesitation, he sent his lips flying toward Yan Sui's.

Yan Sui might appear to be so cold, but his lips were not. They were very comfortably warm.

Meng Ting restrained the tension caused by the rapid beating of his heart. He clumsily and intently kissed Yan Sui. After twirling around between Yan Sui's lips, he sneaked in the tip of his tongue and tried to deepen their kiss. His kiss was somewhat like his character. From being blunt, it became passionate and unperturbed.