CH 82.2

You Can Wear Mine (2)

Li Yuan pounced on him and pressed him brutally on the sofa. “You’re the root of my illness. This illness is incurable for a lifetime.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Gong Sinian backhanded and pinched the numbing tendons in his arms, firmly stopping him. “Fuck off! You can only do it twice at most for a day. I’ll cut you off if you ask for more!”

Li Yuan yelled, immediately losing his strength as his arms became sore and numb. But he didn’t get upset as he fell limply onto Gong Sinian’s body, his arms dangling. “The doctor is murdering his dear husband!”

Gong Sinian was pinned down on the sofa and could not break free for a while, cursing angrily, “You’re dead* like a pig.”

*T/N: 死沉: describes something very heavy. From ancient times, it has been thought that people are heavier after death than they were when they were alive.

“Bullshit. Your husband has six packs with a mermaid line*. Even if I’m heavy, it’s all from the muscles in my body and has nothing to do with a pig.” Li Yuan grunted, his hands roaming restlessly over his body.

*T/N: Mermaid line actually refers to the “V”-shaped muscles on both sides of the abdomen close to the upper part of the pelvis

Gong Sinian was so sore and soft from his touch that his beautiful eyes were no longer cold and glowed red behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Li Yuan looked at him fixedly and suddenly reached out to take off his glasses before kissing the corner of Gong Sinian’s eyes aggressively.

“The hell with twice a day. I want to do it thrice in the day and four times at night!”

***

Qin Yuan turned to the bathroom and washed his face with cool water before flopping down on the bed and finally beginning to type slowly. “Ruan Ruan… Although I’ve only been here for not even a day, I already want to return. What should I do?”

Ruan Qingmu had sent him several WeChat messages without getting a reply and was chatting with Mu Wanli, Yun-jie, and the others when he suddenly saw his phone screen flash.

He quickly grabbed the phone and glanced at it before turning around and running toward his room.

Closing the door, he flung himself onto the bed and wrapped himself in the blanket. “Why do you want to return?”

Qin Yuan did not reply immediately. Ruan Qingmu rolled on the bed a few times with glee when he imagined that person’s cold face slightly flushed and the distressed look of that person who could not speak.

The bed was too small and he almost fell off of it.

Forget about it. If Qin Yuan felt embarrassed to say it, he would help him say it!

He took a deep breath and typed a series of messages. “Do you miss our school, the town you lived in since childhood and a bunch of crazy friends? Even Fang Li and Fu Songhua too!”

Qin Yuan looked at the nonsense words on the screen, feeling sour and soft in his heart, and didn’t reply.

Ruan Qingmu rolled around the bed several times and slowly stopped.

Although a delayed reply in WeChat was common, he felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.

“Hey, are you not happy there?” He suddenly asked.

Qin Yuan clutched the phone and was stunned for a short while.

He hadn’t had the chance to say anything yet, but the person across the screen on the other side had already sensed his gray mood?

“Ruan Ruan… Suddenly, I hate myself a little.” After a long time, he typed indifferently, appearing calm but causing Ruan Qingmu’s heart to clench for a moment.

“Can I call you?” he carefully asked.

The call was connected and Ruan Qingmu’s voice carried with it a rare softness. “What happened to you?”

He had always been so proud and powerful, so calm and collected on all occasions and would be the focus of the first glance in a crowd, even if he were silent.

Under what kind of mood could a man like him say something like “I hate myself”?

Qin Yuan looked at the ceiling and laughed softly to himself. “My family is rich and stable. My dad goes out of his way to be nice to me and my stepmother is polite and gentle. My sisters are all lovely and pure.”

“My food, clothing, and living expenses every month is enough to make people envious,” he whispered, his voice a little muffled.

“Whatever I want, I can get it immediately. Whatever I want to handle, I can appoint someone to help me take care of it.”

“But… I still often feel lonely and unsatisfied.” He said softly with slight difficulty, “Because of the trivial matter of my dad not recognizing me in the picture, I unexpectedly felt sad. Say, am I being unreasonable and greedy?”

Ruan Qingmu coldly said from the other side of the call, “No. It’s completely not like that at all.”

“Let alone other people, even after I think about it, I don’t like myself.” Qin Yuan stopped for a moment before his voice slightly cheered up. “But it’s all right. I just suddenly have a random thought. After thinking things through, it’ll go away.”

Ruan Qingmu frowned. “You–”

“Oh right, how much homework have you finished today?” Qin Yuan quickly intercepted him. “There’s so much homework for winter break. We’ve agreed to make up for the basic knowledge during this short period.”

Ruan Qingmu was silent for a moment before letting out an “mm.” “I’ve done my physics paper.”

“You need to make up for your physics and chemistry. I will help you to sort out your weak links these two days. Furthermore, you need to re-memorize your English vocabulary and knowledge points. You can’t rely on just your memory ability only…”

“Qin Yuan.” Ruan Qingmu couldn’t help but interrupt him, “You’re changing the topic, aren’t you?”

Qin Yuan froze.

“I’m already okay.” He repeated insistently. “It’s just a bit of random moodiness. It’s my fault and I shouldn’t suddenly tell you these things. You don’t need to pay attention to any of it.”

Ruan Qingmu softly said, “But, it’s not your fault, ah.”

Be it the case of not being able to resist pouring out his negative emotions to him or his disappointment in his father, what was wrong with talking about these things?