Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 48.2 : Love is you. You're my love. All my love is you.

Chapter 48.2 – Love is you. You're my love. All my love is you.

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Renkun27, chiangyushien

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

"Anyway, it's just a little earlier than what was originally planned."

"Okay," Meng Ting answered and patted Yan Sui's back. "I'll ask my teachers for leave today, then I'll take the exam papers with me to the company. I want to accompany you."

He could feel that Yan Sui's mood did not change a lot. He had given up on He Wan a long time ago, so he no longer had any signs of joy or anger. In today's scene, he was temporarily aroused, but it was not enough to affect his mood.

Yan Sui did not need anyone's concern nor did he need their pity. Meng Ting did not want to pity Yan Sui as well. He only wanted to accompany him.

"I want to accompany you all the time," Meng Ting said as he slightly raised his chin, then he firmly hugged and vigorously kissed Yan Sui.

Yan Sui slightly took a step back and responded to Meng Ting's attack, then they slowly retreated to the sofa.

Yan Sui sat down and Meng Ting stopped for a moment, then he pounced on him again. He crawled on Yan Sui with half of his body and rubbed his hands gently on Yan Sui's chest. Meng Ting gently stuck his tongue out, then he kissed him hard and sucked his lips hard, as if he wanted to suck out all of Yan Sui's sadness and misfortune.

It was not hard to sense such intention. Yan Sui was trapped with his back against the sofa as he indulged in Meng Ting's sudden enthusiasm. The unconscious coldness of his eyebrows gradually dissipated and turned into tenderness because of Meng Ting. He held the boy in his embrace as if he was holding a rare treasure.

No, it was not a mere 'as if'—Meng Ting was truly his treasure—his darling.

The kiss lasted for quite some time, so much that it had aroused each other's urges. The two men's foreheads pressed against one another. Their breaths slightly calmed down, along with the urge to get kissed, which was becoming more and more frequent.

"Yan Sui, I love you. I definitely love you."

Meng Ting still had his eyes closed, yet he still spoke quite earnestly. His forehead was slightly brushed and the tip of his nose rubbed against Yan Sui's, then he smiled and said, "We must always love each other."

This realization did not only come to light just now; it had always been there, but at this moment, it suddenly became clear and so he immediately wanted to let Yan Sui know.

After he finished speaking, his eyes fluttered open and his gaze fell into Yan Sui's infinitely tender gaze.

The corners of Meng Ting's eyebrows gradually curved, then he raised his face. Starting from Yan Sui's forehead, with smacking sounds, he kissed him going down. In a certain way, it was not enough to be kissed by him. After that, he was kissed again by Yan Sui's lips, which unexpectedly collided with his.

The lingering kiss made any person's heart feel terribly sweet. He seemed to have sunken in a mass of cotton. It was light and heavy. It made him feel uneasy, yet he seem to not be uneasy. Yan Sui whispered, "Say it again. I want to hear it."