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"What are you wiping?" Yan Yulong asked discontentedly.
"I got saliva on me..." Xia Xihe replied foolishly. Yan Yulong pushed his hand away and gave him a hard kiss on the lips, as if to vent his frustration, then ran his tongue around the corner of his mouth.
Xia Xihe unconsciously reached up to wipe his mouth, but Yan Yulong shouted, "Don't wipe it!"
"Huh?"
Xia Xihe was a beat slow and had already wiped it off. Yan Yulong, acting petulantly, kissed him again. This time, Xia Xihe learned his lesson and refrained from wiping away the moisture at the corner of his mouth.
"Good boy."
Yan Yulong patted his cheek with satisfaction, while those nearby watched in shock, thinking that these two had a rather strange way of interacting.
At that moment, the class bell rang just in time, forcing the onlookers to return to their seats.
As soon as class started, Yan Yulong became drowsy and soon leaned against Xia Xihe and fell asleep.
Seeing him close his eyes, Xia Xihe finally mustered the courage to wipe away the moisture from his lips. He thought to himself, why does this strange guy always like to get saliva on his own mouth...
After twenty minutes, he suddenly realized, oh no! This isn't what I should be concerned about!
My first kiss is gone! My first kiss!! Xia Xihe stared blankly at the blackboard, silently crying out in his heart...
When the morning class ended, students walked together toward the cafeteria, but Xia Xihe was forcefully dragged by the domineering Yan Yulong to the back of the teaching building.
"Um... excuse me, where are you taking me?" Xia Xihe asked anxiously as he stumbled along behind him.
"Eat." Yan Yulong's response was simple and straightforward.
"Eat?"
The two of them arrived at a small hillside near the woods, which was filled with various flowers and had a lawn in the middle.
Xia Xihe saw several Servants dressed in white shirts and black pants laying out a tablecloth on the lawn and arranging exquisite dishes on it from a distance.
A middle-aged male servant bowed respectfully when he saw Yan Yulong arrive.
"Third Young Master, everything is ready."
"Mm." Yan Yulong took Xia Xihe by the hand and walked over, sitting together on the tablecloth.
A nearby maid skillfully poured chicken soup from a thermos into two bowls, placed spoons beside them, and served it in front of them.
"Uh... thank you." Xia Xihe awkwardly accepted the bowl, feeling at a loss as he held it. The Servants stood to the side while Yan Yulong casually began drinking his soup.
"Excuse me..." Xia Xihe asked timidly.
"What is it?" Yan Yulong set down his bowl.
"Um... I was just wondering... are we going to eat here?" Xia Xihe stammered.
"Don't you like it?" Yan Yulong narrowed his eyes dangerously, and Xia Xihe quickly shook his head. "Then that's good."
Yan Yulong ignored him and continued drinking his soup. Xia Xihe thought to himself that Yan Yulong truly lived up to being the Eldest Young Master; even having a meal was extraordinary, while he could only go to the cafeteria to eat.
He held the bowl and took small sips. Once the soup was finished, the servants promptly served him fragrant rice, attentive as if he were dining in a hotel.
Xia Xihe sat uncomfortably as he finished his meal. The servants tidied up and left two bottles of barley tea before departing.
Xia Xihe looked around blankly and noticed that only he and Yan Yulong remained, while Yan Yulong seemed in no hurry to leave. A sense of crisis instinctively arose within him.
"Um... may I ask..."
Yan Yulong, sipping his barley tea, glanced at him casually. "Just ask; there's no need to keep saying 'may I ask.'"
"Oh... oh..." Xia Xihe replied, but couldn't help asking, "May I ask... don't we have to go back to class?"
"Are you kidding? After eating and drinking well, we have to go back to class?" Yan Yulong retorted confidently.
"Eh? Don't we have to...?" Xia Xihe lacked confidence.
"I want to sleep," Yan Yulong said dismissively.
"Ah?" Xia Xihe watched as he lay down, resting his head on Xia Xihe's thigh.
Oh my god—he wants to sleep?
Xia Xihe panicked and, forgetting that he might get angry, said, "Um... um... there's a pop quiz this afternoon; I think... I think I must go back..."
"To hell with the quiz, stop bothering me." Yan Yulong cursed, hugging Xia Xihe like a pillow and closing his eyes to drift off to sleep. Xia Xihe dared not provoke him and could only sulk while letting him hold on.
A gentle breeze swept over the hilltop, warm sunlight filtered through the dense branches, and the melodious chirping of birds echoed in the swaying forest where rose bushes emitted a faint fragrance.
So comfortable... Xia Xihe sat there, feeling drowsy.
It makes sense; after eating well, one should take a good nap instead of attending class... He thought hazily until he heard a distant ringing sound—ding ding ding...
Xia Xihe suddenly woke up, hurriedly looking around. He had somehow ended up lying down, and Yan Yulong was still sleeping soundly with his head resting on Xia Xihe's legs.
Xia Xihe sat up and glanced at his watch; it was already time for class. He gently shook Yan Yulong's shoulder, who opened his eyes reluctantly.
"What is it?"
"I'm... sorry, um... I need to go back to class..."
"That kind of class doesn't really matter." Yan Yulong elegantly yawned.
Ugh... You may not care, but I do! Xia Xihe cried out internally. Yan Yulong continued stubbornly, "I'm going to sleep; don't disturb me."
"Um... can I go back first..." Xia Xihe mustered all his courage and said, " Mr.Yan... wouldn't it be better for you to sleep here by yourself..."
Yan Yulong shot him a glare and said lightly, "Call me husband."
"Huh?" Xia Xihe was taken aback; what kind of nonsensical conversation was this?
Yan Yulong pushed him down and leaned over him, tilting his chin and saying, "I said, call me husband."
"Uh... that might be..." Xia Xihe realized that the term "husband" wasn't something to be thrown around casually.
"Have you ever seen a wife let her husband sleep alone?" Yan Yulong said to himself.
"This..."
"Do you think a husband and wife are together just for sex?"
"That..."
"Do you think this is the attitude you should have towards your husband?"
After being pressed with three questions, Xia Xihe finally found a retort: "But... it seems like we aren't really a couple..."
"Whether or not you're a couple isn't something that can be determined by words," Yan Yulong said, a playful glint in his eyes.
"That's true, so..."
"A couple... is something that needs to be 'done.'"
"Um... huh?" Xia Xihe felt a chill as his shirt was forcefully torn open, a button flying off.
Yan Yulong took off his glasses, gently kissed his lips, and whispered suggestively, "Now, let's 'be' a couple..."
"...0_0"
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