Chapter 46.1 : He seemed to be feeling stranger and stranger...

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Chapter 46.1 : He seemed to be feeling stranger and stranger that he could not control this strangeness.

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Clapkingle

Proofreader: KainGuru

Yan Sui embraced Meng Ting for a while, then he started kissing the boy again. He kissed away the beads of tears which unconsciously exuded from the corners of Meng Ting's eyes, then he continued to kiss downwards. It was gentle and carried a soothing flavor, as well as some affection that Yan Sui could not express.

In fact, Meng Ting did not reject this kind of kiss at all. He leaned on the sofa and let Yan Sui continue what he was doing.

This kind of tenderness went on until Meng Ting recovered from experiencing the utmost joy of his body. Only then did Yan Sui stop.

Meng Ting's eyes gradually regained focus. Some of the rosy clouds that had just left his cheeks quietly crawled back. He fixed his gaze on Yan Sui, as if he wanted to determine something from his face.

Yan Sui was quite used to this kind of undisguised gaze from Meng Ting. He turned to kiss him on his lips. After that, he straightened his body, pulled the clothes over beside him, then wrapped it around the boy, and walked to the room.

The window was open and the evening breeze had gradually gotten colder. Since he had played roughly with the boy, they should not stay in this evening breeze for too long.

Yan Sui was becoming more and more proficient with bathing him, applying medicine for him, and coaxing him to sleep.

When Meng Ting closed his eyes in a daze, he whispered a question, "Are you happy?"

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting. The tips of his brows were slightly raised up. He leaned over and gave Meng Ting a kiss on the forehead. "I'm happy."

His body and mind united with the person that he likes, how could he not be happy? Especially because Meng Ting was intentionally indulgent and intentionally wanted to make Yan Sui happy. Because of those thoughtful intentions, Yan Sui felt a warm coziness which had lasted even up until now. He was absolutely certain with his answer.

"Hmn," Meng Ting answered softly, then his features became even gentler than before. Using an even softer voice, he said, "I'm happy, too."

Yan Sui did not further respond to Meng Ting with any words, but he unconsciously held the boy even tighter.

Perhaps, the statement like "sorrow is born from extreme joy" was not at all unreasonable. In such time of happiness, Yan Sui suddenly thought, if he had not been able to meet Meng Ting in this life, what would become of him?

Perhaps, he would have continued being cold and desolate in his life, just as it was in his former years, and he would not feel that it was not good.

However, now that he had met Meng Ting, he was afraid that it would be difficult to bear those kinds of days again.

Yan Sui's consciousness slowly sank into chaos, but there were a few things which had been planted deep in his heart tonight. These rapidly took root, sprouted, and brightly blossomed.

Yan Sui woke up several times during the night and he only went back to sleep after confirming that Meng Ting did not have a fever.

The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtain and cast tilted rays which gradually rose into the bedroom. They woke up later than yesterday. Just like this, the biological clock that Meng Ting had maintained for several decades was dragged along by Yan Sui and knocked into confusion.

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