Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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“Did Mingya come to you to protest?” While Yan Sui asked, his lips still stayed on Meng Ting’s forehead. He moved his hand forward and gently pinched Meng Ting’s earlobe. He saw that the roots of his ears and cheeks were a little scarlet. He couldn’t help lowering his head and kissing Meng Ting on the lips.
Meng Ting’s eyes widened slightly, and then he bent them again. He hugged Yan Sui’s waist more tightly, and met Yan Sui’s kiss, turning this light peck into a deep kiss that was difficult to control.
Meng Ting allowed himself to fall on the sofa in the room, and consciously raised his feet to hook them around Yan Sui’s waist. Even if he really fell off the sofa, he could still protect Yan Sui’s injured back first.
He raised his neck and felt Yan Sui’s kiss moving from his lips to his neck. Only then did he have time to think about Yan Sui’s question.
“I’m Mingya’s little aunt. He doesn’t dare…” The most he could do was play pitiful in front of Meng Ting, but even though his ability to play pitiful had improved slightly, Meng Ting only went to the laboratory for half a day and then returned.
Yan Sui was recuperating at home, and Meng Ting’s heart also stayed here. So, he had to come back soon.
“Yan Sui…” Meng Ting’s voice suddenly sounded weird, but it was because Yan Sui held his Adam’s apple in his mouth. He couldn’t help but swallow, as Yan Sui’s lips and tongue followed the Adam’s apple back and forth, not intending to let him go.
“Don’t do this, it will break!”
Meng Ting couldn’t tell whether it was his Adam’s apple that would break, or his head that was so stimulated that it would break. He gently pulled at the itchy flesh on Yan Sui’s waist, “Good boy, let go. You are injured now. When you recover, we will get back.”
Meng Ting also used this reason to reject Yan Sui’s advances last night. This was rare. Meng Ting was quite honest about this kind of thing, and he was always in good spirits. Even if he regretted it, it was only in the second half of the process that he had the idea of retreating.
But last night and now, they had just started foreplay, and Meng Ting refused.
Hearing this, Yan Sui finally let go of Meng Ting’s Adam’s apple. He leaned on Meng Ting’s shoulder, panting gently. The person he leaned against did not dare to move. He could understand his body’s reaction even better than Yan Sui. It was so intense that he couldn’t struggle or provoke him at this time.
After getting along with Yan Sui for a long time, Meng Ting had finally mastered this point, but he still didn’t know that the man at this time couldn’t be teased even with words.
“Good boy, Yan Sui, wait a few more days,” Meng Ting said, his eyes widening a little. He clearly felt that his comfort had a counterproductive effect, but why, Meng Ting still didn’t understand.
“You really… want to,” Meng Ting finally couldn’t bear Yan Sui’s onslaught. He seemed to be even more uncomfortable than when he was injured. He looked at Yan Sui for a moment and finally relented, “Just once. Can’t…”
Before he could finish his words, he was kissed by Yan Sui again. After enduring it, Meng Ting said this unconsciously, but it was more painful than moving back and forth in his arms. Meng Ting agreed, and Yan Sui didn’t want to be patient anymore.
They were all familiar with this sofa. When the mood was good, Yan Sui would deliberately bring Meng Ting here to do it.
Except for the fact that Meng Ting thought of worrying about the injury on Yan Sui’s back from time to time, the setting was still very harmonious. Perhaps because of his concern, Yan Sui couldn’t help but get more excited. Even in such a big winter, Yan Sui still sweated a lot.
He finally let go of Meng Ting, withdrew from his body, and then held the person in his arms. Meng Ting’s eyes were a little wandering, but they were just floating around Yan Sui. He suddenly thought of something, and gently moved from Yan Sui’s body and broke out of his arms.
“Carry it…”
Before Yan Sui could react, he was pushed and turned away by Meng Ting. He didn’t plan to do anything. He just wanted to make sure that Yan Sui’s injuries were not affected by their movements.
Yan Sui turned sideways, waiting for Meng Ting to confirm, but then there was a kiss on his back.
Meng Ting kissed lightly around his wound. Yan Sui felt the heartache, but he did not move or speak, letting Meng Ting kiss him gently. When he had kissed enough, Yan Sui turned around again and hugged the person.
“I’m not lying to you this time, it really doesn’t hurt anymore.”
He couldn’t even feel its existence unless it was touched or pressed. These injuries were commonplace for Yan Sui in the past. The extent of his hard work was far beyond ordinary people, which may be one of the main reasons why he was so good now.
The fact that his skills could always crush his friends was not because he was really gifted and could do everything best. Most other people only saw the results of his performance, but they may not know his private efforts and hard work.
Most of the injuries he had suffered in the past were much more serious than this one. He was only a human being. He had borne a lot of pain that others couldn’t feel. He just learnt to let himself ignore it. When he really couldn’t ignore it, he could only endure it.
Even the two elders of the Yan family were used to Yan Sui’s perseverance and sensibleness. They cared about Yan Sui’s learning and growth, but they were also used to Yan Sui’s silence and maturity. Gradually, they also ignored Yan Sui’s pain and hardship.
As time went by, even Yan Sui had the illusion that he shouldn’t feel pain and tiredness, but now Meng Ting felt completely sorry for him and he felt the same for him, allowing him to find all the feelings he had lost again.
He once told Xiao Huimin that Meng Ting gave him far more than he gave to Meng Ting. This was a fact. He was definitely lucky to meet Meng Ting in this life.
“I have to call Grandpa later to ask about that bad woman.” Meng Ting was used to not hiding it in front of Yan Sui. Even if he showed murderous intentions at this moment, he showed it without reservation.
Yan Sui knew that Meng Ting felt angry again because he saw his wound. He rubbed Meng Ting’s hair without objecting, “I’ll go, you just listen.”
Mr. Xiao might appreciate this kind of Meng Ting, but what he cared about and valued was so different from Meng Ting after all. It was still not appropriate to show this side of Meng Ting in front of Mr. Xiao again and again. It would be much better if Yan Sui asked.
He was the qualified head of the Yan family, and decisiveness in killing was an essential quality for him.
“Yeah,” Meng Ting nodded. Yan Sui’s fight and his own fight were the same in Meng Ting’s opinion, as long as he could know what he wanted to know.
Mr. Xiao had been so angry in the past two days that he had skipped half a bowl in every meal. There were many evil things in big families. In Mr. Xiao’s experience, this was not surprising, but he never thought that it would happen to him.
Xiao Huimin was the eldest son. He had determined his identity as the heir of the Xiao family since he was three years old. After he turned ten years old, Mr. Xiao personally took him by his side to teach him. Even if the second and third sons of his family couldn’t inherit, he would just let them go.
His original intention was that they could each show their talents, just like Xiao Huimin’s three sons now.
Xiao Ziang was also raised as an heir since childhood, and the second child Xiao Zimo lived according to his own ideas. As expected, he became a well-known painter at home and abroad at a young age. If Meng Ting could have grown up safely in the Xiao family, based on his talent in perfumery, he would probably have his own laboratory already, and it would be almost foreseeable that he would have become famous as a young man.
Mr. Xiao’s original intention was good, but he failed to notice his late wife’s excessive doting on her children, and the excessive pursuit of their family background by the people around her.
Xiao Xuanmin was a little more mediocre, while Xiao Zi grew up to be a playboy who could even sleep with his own sister-in-law. Mr. Xiao was really angry. The doctor said that Xiao Zi’s legs were crippled and he would never be able to stand up for the rest of his life. Xiao Zi didn’t need him to punish him at all, he himself had become extremely decadent and gloomy.
Mr. Xiao asked him, and he nodded readily.
“Occasionally, after all, the second sister-in-law is a beauty.”
She was also an extremely dangerous beauty. Xiao Zi had been seeking excitement and novelty all his life. Naturally, he would not refuse such an offer. But he was abroad all year round, and this “occasionally” was when he occasionally returned to Beicheng.
Even now, when Mr. Xiao asked him about it, he still didn’t feel any guilt at all.
He also had something to ask Mr. Xiao, “Who is the eldest brother’s youngest son from the Yan family in Haicheng?”
He was in a nursing home and had access to much less information than outside. Xiao Huimin and Ning Zhou paid great attention to the protection of Meng Ting’s information. He only found out after asking many people. When he asked about this, his face became a little ugly, not only because he was sick, but also because he thought of Yan Sui and Yan Yu.
“Dad, the Yan family destroyed my legs, and you just recognized him like this?”
Meng Ting was Xiao Huimin’s son, but he was also the son of Mr. Xiao!
But Mr. Xiao’s coldness was not just for anyone in particular, but for everyone. He looked at Xiao Zi, his face changing from angry to expressionless, and he answered the question, “Yes, I recognized him.”
“You committed adultery with your sister-in-law and secretly colluded with the Yan family to assassinate Yan Yu in Haicheng and delayed their daughter for decades. I have done my best by not handing you over.” Mr. Xiao glanced at Xiao Zi again, and then turned around and left the ward.
From now on, unless Xiao Zi recovered his legs and sneaked out, he would not be able to leave this nursing home until his death. Even his contact with the outside world would be cut off, and he would only be allowed to hide in secret. It was absolutely impossible for the wind to cause rain.
Xiao Zi seemed to suddenly realize how ruthless Mr. Xiao was. So, he shouted, “Dad, I was wrong, dad…”
But no matter how loud he shouted, it was useless. The door was closed, and Mr. Xiao couldn’t hear anything.
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