CM: C03
Chapter Three
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After finishing his shower, Helian Qing came out to see Han Yang—once again—nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.
"No, I meant we're not familiarT/n: There are different words that express varying degrees of "to know" Han Yang changes his "know" from the more shallow (知道:zhī dào), then (认识:rèn shi) to the deeper meaning (了解:lIǎo jiě) but even these could have a shallow meaning if one misinterprets them like Helian Qing does so Han Yang literally says "熟悉:shù xī: "familiar with" which has the most intimate meaning with each other, this isn't an appropriate way for us to get to know each other." Han Yang said.
On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.
On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.
Those kinds of simple dishes arranged on the dinner table, appeared exceptionally warm and fragrant, allowing the originally cold mien worn on the man's face to soften.
Do...
As soon as he finished with washing up, Han Yang returned to the bedroom to find Helian Qing already fast asleep.
"Other than your name, I don't really know anything about you."
After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach calmed down. Helian Qing then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.
After that last sentence was spoken, Helian Qing's smoothed brows once again creased. He took the rice filled spoon to his mouth, leisurely chewing then swallowing, then somewhat mockingly spoke, "You simply didn't remember?"
However, at this moment, given the current situation there was not much possibility of that, as Helian Qing's strong hold on his arm bore an unquestionable meaning.
After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach calmed down. Helian Qing then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.
However, at this moment, given the current situation there was not much possibility of that, as Helian Qing's strong hold on his arm bore an unquestionable meaning.
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
Do what?
This strangeness made Han Yang's innermost being feel insecure.
"Familiar with each other?" Helian Qing scoffed, "I've already read your profile earlier, if you want, I can give you a copy of my profile too."
"Oh." Helian Qing's eyebrows rose, "So you meant you want to know more about me?"
In the living room, only one person remained. Han Yang absentmindedly tapped away on his keyboard, when he returned from his daze, he found that on his screen was a huge string of nonsensical code.
Having received his answer, Helian Qing returned to his room. Those last two weeks of work in truth had made him a bit exhausted.
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
Helian Qing used the spoon to scoop yet another bite of rice.
In the past, he was able to sleep just fine, but with the other person beside him he couldn't fall asleep as easily. Ultimately, he could only employ the common go-to method of hypnosis, counting sheep.
At that moment Han Yang, still focused on his work, began, "There were no more ingredients, so you'll have to make do by eating this little right now. The soup was made this afternoon though." After saying that he stopped at once, then raised his head to look at Helian Qing, "Sorry, I... I forgot you were coming back today."
"I'm telling you, not asking for your opinion." Helian Qing interrupted him to add, while quietly giving him a quick, dismal glance, "Besides, an ugly daughter-in-lawT/n: 丑 媳妇总要见公婆的 (The ugly wife will have to meet has to meet her in-laws) is an idiom meaning things can't be hidden and will always be revealed., nevertheless, has to meet her parents-in-law."
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
Actually… what HeLian Qing said was not wrong, sooner or later, there'd be no need to.
Han Yang was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Helian Qing was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.
Do what?
After that last sentence was spoken, Helian Qing's smoothed brows once again creased. He took the rice filled spoon to his mouth, leisurely chewing then swallowing, then somewhat mockingly spoke, "You simply didn't remember?"
For a night at the beginning of autumn, it was somewhat cold, so Han Yang went to the bedside, took hold of the quilt, pulling it up to cover the man's back. Afterwards, he intended to go sleep in the guest room but surprisingly, just as he started to leave his hand was grabbed, turning him around to see that just sleeping person now wide awake.
Helian Qing was truly very tired it seemed, after saying those words, he had fallen fast asleep once more. His arm was fixed across Han Yang's waist, while his chest was stuck to Han Yang's arm. His body heat made Han Yang feel as if his own arm was roasting, but he didn't dare move so simply he remained still, all he could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.
After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach calmed down. Helian Qing then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.
"Familiar with each other?" Helian Qing scoffed, "I've already read your profile earlier, if you want, I can give you a copy of my profile too."
Han Yang, "..."
At that moment Han Yang, still focused on his work, began, "There were no more ingredients, so you'll have to make do by eating this little right now. The soup was made this afternoon though." After saying that he stopped at once, then raised his head to look at Helian Qing, "Sorry, I... I forgot you were coming back today."
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
Han Yang was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Helian Qing was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.
Because the two were pressed together quite closely, the other man's voice was practically in his ear. Han Yang was not accustomed to the man's heated breath, his ears felt a bit hot, and Helian Qing hadn't worn a shirt!
"No, I meant we're not familiarT/n: There are different words that express varying degrees of "to know" Han Yang changes his "know" from the more shallow (知道:zhī dào), then (认识:rèn shi) to the deeper meaning (了解:lIǎo jiě) but even these could have a shallow meaning if one misinterprets them like Helian Qing does so Han Yang literally says "熟悉:shù xī: "familiar with" which has the most intimate meaning with each other, this isn't an appropriate way for us to get to know each other." Han Yang said.
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
Seeing him once again lower his head, Helian Qing felt a bit agitated. The delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless. He looked towards Han Yang, "Have you forgotten who you are?"
Both of Han Yang's hands rested on the keyboard and he did not speak a word. Even by looking at the information on the screen before him, he couldn't understand any of it.
However, at this moment, given the current situation there was not much possibility of that, as Helian Qing's strong hold on his arm bore an unquestionable meaning.
After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach calmed down. Helian Qing then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.
You haven't forgotten who you are.
After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach calmed down. Helian Qing then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.
Do...
His words cut like a knife, slicing through Han Yang's calm demeanour, revealing the sorrow he choked down that day.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
"You think we don't really know each other?"
The man's words to Han Yang made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
Helian Qing was undoubtedly an outstanding person. A handsome appearance, a rich family background, in addition to a successful career. It was just that no matter how outstanding the other party was, Han Yang never thought about wanting to find himself a man.
Who he was?
Han Yang, "..."
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
Yes of course, who he is, was Helian Qing's contracted wife.
Helian Qing spoke indifferently, "Don't delude yourself into thinking this can change, you don't have the power to change it. Also, tomorrow morning, you're coming with me on a trip back home."
In the living room, only one person remained. Han Yang absentmindedly tapped away on his keyboard, when he returned from his daze, he found that on his screen was a huge string of nonsensical code.
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
At that time as payment of the debt, Han Yang believed he was sold to Helian Qing to be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him. It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
Having received his answer, Helian Qing returned to his room. Those last two weeks of work in truth had made him a bit exhausted.
Having no way to avoid the matter, since things were as they were, he could only take it one step at a time.
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
Han Yang turned around, headed for the other side of the bed, and immediately laid down. The bed was huge, even with those two on it, the distance between them was large enough to fit two other persons.
In the living room, only one person remained. Han Yang absentmindedly tapped away on his keyboard, when he returned from his daze, he found that on his screen was a huge string of nonsensical code.
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
He spent almost twenty years just studying and making money. Although he thought that later he would marry a cute, clever, and kind-hearted girl but that too was nothing but a short-lived idea. What he wanted to do the most, was to keep that old man—who for many years took care of him—by his side, giving that grandpa of his a peaceful place to stay for the rest of his life.
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
"..." In a few short conversations, Han Yang decisively discovered that Helian Qing's disposition was indeed very bad. Since the man himself said so, he no longer had any reason to hesitate. Thinking about starting to talk he said, "So you..."
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
"..." In a few short conversations, Han Yang decisively discovered that Helian Qing's disposition was indeed very bad. Since the man himself said so, he no longer had any reason to hesitate. Thinking about starting to talk he said, "So you..."
Helian Qing used the spoon to scoop yet another bite of rice.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
Both of Han Yang's hands rested on the keyboard and he did not speak a word. Even by looking at the information on the screen before him, he couldn't understand any of it.
The man's words to Han Yang made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
But deep inside Han Yang's heart was the courage to believe that he could avoid that day.
You haven't forgotten who you are.
Helian Qing had returned and how exactly they would merge their lives had him at a loss. Why was he going to use a man's body to act as his wife?
At that moment Han Yang, still focused on his work, began, "There were no more ingredients, so you'll have to make do by eating this little right now. The soup was made this afternoon though." After saying that he stopped at once, then raised his head to look at Helian Qing, "Sorry, I... I forgot you were coming back today."
Yes of course, who he is, was Helian Qing's contracted wife.
Sighing faintly, he deleted the lines before saving the file and shutting down his computer.
Still counting, Han Yang—after having countless sheep transformed into Helian Qings—was finally able to fall fast asleep.
Chapter Three
Do...
N/A
Helian Qing was undoubtedly an outstanding person. A handsome appearance, a rich family background, in addition to a successful career. It was just that no matter how outstanding the other party was, Han Yang never thought about wanting to find himself a man.
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
Several seconds passed as Han Yang convinced himself Helian Qing regarded the matter the same as classmates in a dormitory, the only difference being, the classmates would sleep together on the same bed at night. This way of thinking allowed him to nod and say, he understood. Hearing him, Helian Qing released his hold.
Even though on that day he feigned staunch indifference regarding his own parents using him as "repayment" in that deal. He still could not hide within the depths of his heart the lie of him being unbothered, that it wasn't a big deal.
You haven't forgotten who you are.
In his twenty years of life, Han Yang suddenly became aware that he was ugly.
"Are you spacing out?" Helian Qing noticed Han Yang looked absent-minded, so he asked in a loud voice.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you stammering? Are you a girl?"
Helian Qing had returned and how exactly they would merge their lives had him at a loss. Why was he going to use a man's body to act as his wife?
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
But deep inside Han Yang's heart was the courage to believe that he could avoid that day.
N/A
Helian Qing's face turned cold, asking "Who do you think you're calling?"
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you stammering? Are you a girl?"
As soon as he finished with washing up, Han Yang returned to the bedroom to find Helian Qing already fast asleep.
Han Yang was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Helian Qing was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.
He spent almost twenty years just studying and making money. Although he thought that later he would marry a cute, clever, and kind-hearted girl but that too was nothing but a short-lived idea. What he wanted to do the most, was to keep that old man—who for many years took care of him—by his side, giving that grandpa of his a peaceful place to stay for the rest of his life.
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
You haven't forgotten who you are.
"You think we don't really know each other?"
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
"..." In a few short conversations, Han Yang decisively discovered that Helian Qing's disposition was indeed very bad. Since the man himself said so, he no longer had any reason to hesitate. Thinking about starting to talk he said, "So you..."
Han Yang was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Helian Qing was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.
For a night at the beginning of autumn, it was somewhat cold, so Han Yang went to the bedside, took hold of the quilt, pulling it up to cover the man's back. Afterwards, he intended to go sleep in the guest room but surprisingly, just as he started to leave his hand was grabbed, turning him around to see that just sleeping person now wide awake.
Seeing him once again lower his head, Helian Qing felt a bit agitated. The delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless. He looked towards Han Yang, "Have you forgotten who you are?"
In the past, he was able to sleep just fine, but with the other person beside him he couldn't fall asleep as easily. Ultimately, he could only employ the common go-to method of hypnosis, counting sheep.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
"We don't truly know each other..."
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
Helian Qing's face turned cold, asking "Who do you think you're calling?"
Sighing faintly, he deleted the lines before saving the file and shutting down his computer.
Helian Qing, "Now be quiet, I won't touch you today so go to sleep, I'm very tired."
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
Those kinds of simple dishes arranged on the dinner table, appeared exceptionally warm and fragrant, allowing the originally cold mien worn on the man's face to soften.
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
N/A
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
Han Yang, "Mr. Helian."
"You think we don't really know each other?"
N/A
Helian Qing was truly very tired it seemed, after saying those words, he had fallen fast asleep once more. His arm was fixed across Han Yang's waist, while his chest was stuck to Han Yang's arm. His body heat made Han Yang feel as if his own arm was roasting, but he didn't dare move so simply he remained still, all he could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.
"Familiar with each other?" Helian Qing scoffed, "I've already read your profile earlier, if you want, I can give you a copy of my profile too."
Both of Han Yang's hands rested on the keyboard and he did not speak a word. Even by looking at the information on the screen before him, he couldn't understand any of it.
Helian Qing, "Just call me by name, or would you rather call me husband."
In his twenty years of life, Han Yang suddenly became aware that he was ugly.
Helian Qing, "Now be quiet, I won't touch you today so go to sleep, I'm very tired."
Do...
Han Yang, "..."
Helian Qing, "Now be quiet, I won't touch you today so go to sleep, I'm very tired."
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
"I'm heading to the guest room to sleep." Han Yang responded.
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
"Familiar with each other?" Helian Qing scoffed, "I've already read your profile earlier, if you want, I can give you a copy of my profile too."
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
Actually… what HeLian Qing said was not wrong, sooner or later, there'd be no need to.
Han Yang, "..."
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
Before he finished speaking, Helian Qing stood up from his stool walked towards him, then stood before him, "You think we don't know each other?"
Helian Qing had returned and how exactly they would merge their lives had him at a loss. Why was he going to use a man's body to act as his wife?
"We don't truly know each other..."
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
In his twenty years of life, Han Yang suddenly became aware that he was ugly.
Han Yang, "..."
"You think we don't really know each other?"
This strangeness made Han Yang's innermost being feel insecure.
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
Han Yang, "..."
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you stammering? Are you a girl?"
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
"We don't truly know each other..."
For a night at the beginning of autumn, it was somewhat cold, so Han Yang went to the bedside, took hold of the quilt, pulling it up to cover the man's back. Afterwards, he intended to go sleep in the guest room but surprisingly, just as he started to leave his hand was grabbed, turning him around to see that just sleeping person now wide awake.
"Other than your name, I don't really know anything about you."
In the end, Han Yang was still dissatisfied with the relationship between the two.
He spent almost twenty years just studying and making money. Although he thought that later he would marry a cute, clever, and kind-hearted girl but that too was nothing but a short-lived idea. What he wanted to do the most, was to keep that old man—who for many years took care of him—by his side, giving that grandpa of his a peaceful place to stay for the rest of his life.
Chapter Three
Even though on that day he feigned staunch indifference regarding his own parents using him as "repayment" in that deal. He still could not hide within the depths of his heart the lie of him being unbothered, that it wasn't a big deal.
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
One Helian Qing, two Helian Qings, three Helian Qings, four Helian Qings, five Helian Qings...
After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach calmed down. Helian Qing then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.
"Oh." Helian Qing's eyebrows rose, "So you meant you want to know more about me?"
"We don't truly know each other..."
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
In his twenty years of life, Han Yang suddenly became aware that he was ugly.
Who he was?
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
"No, I meant we're not familiarT/n: There are different words that express varying degrees of "to know" Han Yang changes his "know" from the more shallow (知道:zhī dào), then (认识:rèn shi) to the deeper meaning (了解:lIǎo jiě) but even these could have a shallow meaning if one misinterprets them like Helian Qing does so Han Yang literally says "熟悉:shù xī: "familiar with" which has the most intimate meaning with each other, this isn't an appropriate way for us to get to know each other." Han Yang said.
N/A
"Familiar with each other?" Helian Qing scoffed, "I've already read your profile earlier, if you want, I can give you a copy of my profile too."
"Other than your name, I don't really know anything about you."
At that moment Han Yang, still focused on his work, began, "There were no more ingredients, so you'll have to make do by eating this little right now. The soup was made this afternoon though." After saying that he stopped at once, then raised his head to look at Helian Qing, "Sorry, I... I forgot you were coming back today."
In the end, Han Yang was still dissatisfied with the relationship between the two.
Han Yang, "..."
Other than sleeping together with his grandpa during his childhood, Han Yang had never been so intimate to another person. Even though he got along with his classmates, his relationship with them hadn't gone to the point of sharing a bed with each other. Now, he was unable to put into words the feeling in his heart, though he didn't completely hate it, he didn't like it either.
Helian Qing, "Now be quiet, I won't touch you today so go to sleep, I'm very tired."
"You think we don't really know each other?"
This strangeness made Han Yang's innermost being feel insecure.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep...
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
Helian Qing's face turned cold, asking "Who do you think you're calling?"
"That's not what I meant." Han Yang tried to explain, "I'm saying, we don't have the foundations of a relationship. Right now, this kind of relationship, You...don't you think this method is too rash? I think we have to talk about this."
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.
"Other than your name, I don't really know anything about you."
In the end, Han Yang was still dissatisfied with the relationship between the two.
Those kinds of simple dishes arranged on the dinner table, appeared exceptionally warm and fragrant, allowing the originally cold mien worn on the man's face to soften.
His words cut like a knife, slicing through Han Yang's calm demeanour, revealing the sorrow he choked down that day.
Helian Qing spoke indifferently, "Don't delude yourself into thinking this can change, you don't have the power to change it. Also, tomorrow morning, you're coming with me on a trip back home."
Han Yang was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Helian Qing was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.
Han Yang, "..."
On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you stammering? Are you a girl?"
After listening to him, Helian Qing silently watched him for a few seconds, a smile—yet not a smile—rose on his lips as he said, "Talk about what? About how your parents’ debt began in the first place? Or is it about you signing that contract? When you signed it back then you were unexpectedly quite happy, so is it that now you're scared?"
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
"That's not what I meant." Han Yang tried to explain, "I'm saying, we don't have the foundations of a relationship. Right now, this kind of relationship, You...don't you think this method is too rash? I think we have to talk about this."
This strangeness made Han Yang's innermost being feel insecure.
Helian Qing, "Now be quiet, I won't touch you today so go to sleep, I'm very tired."
His words cut like a knife, slicing through Han Yang's calm demeanour, revealing the sorrow he choked down that day.
Han Yang, "Mr. Helian."
Han Yang, "..."
His words cut like a knife, slicing through Han Yang's calm demeanour, revealing the sorrow he choked down that day.
After listening to him, Helian Qing silently watched him for a few seconds, a smile—yet not a smile—rose on his lips as he said, "Talk about what? About how your parents’ debt began in the first place? Or is it about you signing that contract? When you signed it back then you were unexpectedly quite happy, so is it that now you're scared?"
After he finished speaking, Helian Qing eyes once again appeared to be taunting him. Looking at him, the man spoke, "We are still not married so you intend to sleep in a second room, but sooner or later you will be mine, so there's no need to."
Before he finished speaking, Helian Qing stood up from his stool walked towards him, then stood before him, "You think we don't know each other?"
Still counting, Han Yang—after having countless sheep transformed into Helian Qings—was finally able to fall fast asleep.
Han Yang, "..."
Who he was?
The man's words to Han Yang made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
Even though on that day he feigned staunch indifference regarding his own parents using him as "repayment" in that deal. He still could not hide within the depths of his heart the lie of him being unbothered, that it wasn't a big deal.
Han Yang, "..."
"I'm heading to the guest room to sleep." Han Yang responded.
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
"I'm heading to the guest room to sleep." Han Yang responded.
Helian Qing was truly very tired it seemed, after saying those words, he had fallen fast asleep once more. His arm was fixed across Han Yang's waist, while his chest was stuck to Han Yang's arm. His body heat made Han Yang feel as if his own arm was roasting, but he didn't dare move so simply he remained still, all he could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.
Helian Qing's face turned cold, asking "Who do you think you're calling?"
Helian Qing spoke indifferently, "Don't delude yourself into thinking this can change, you don't have the power to change it. Also, tomorrow morning, you're coming with me on a trip back home."
Han Yang simply couldn't dare think of what that meant.
Do...
After that last sentence was spoken, Helian Qing's smoothed brows once again creased. He took the rice filled spoon to his mouth, leisurely chewing then swallowing, then somewhat mockingly spoke, "You simply didn't remember?"
One Helian Qing, two Helian Qings, three Helian Qings, four Helian Qings, five Helian Qings...
On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
Helian Qing used the spoon to scoop yet another bite of rice.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you stammering? Are you a girl?"
Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Han Yang had grown up in a small village. There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional. It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Yang cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for another were totally non-existent.
"I'm telling you, not asking for your opinion." Helian Qing interrupted him to add, while quietly giving him a quick, dismal glance, "Besides, an ugly daughter-in-lawT/n: 丑 媳妇总要见公婆的 (The ugly wife will have to meet has to meet her in-laws) is an idiom meaning things can't be hidden and will always be revealed., nevertheless, has to meet her parents-in-law."
Yes of course, who he is, was Helian Qing's contracted wife.
After finishing his shower, Helian Qing came out to see Han Yang—once again—nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.
After finishing his shower, Helian Qing came out to see Han Yang—once again—nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.
Actually… what HeLian Qing said was not wrong, sooner or later, there'd be no need to.
At that time as payment of the debt, Han Yang believed he was sold to Helian Qing to be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him. It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.
Han Yang, "..."
However, at this moment, given the current situation there was not much possibility of that, as Helian Qing's strong hold on his arm bore an unquestionable meaning.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep...
He spent almost twenty years just studying and making money. Although he thought that later he would marry a cute, clever, and kind-hearted girl but that too was nothing but a short-lived idea. What he wanted to do the most, was to keep that old man—who for many years took care of him—by his side, giving that grandpa of his a peaceful place to stay for the rest of his life.
You haven't forgotten who you are.
"..." In a few short conversations, Han Yang decisively discovered that Helian Qing's disposition was indeed very bad. Since the man himself said so, he no longer had any reason to hesitate. Thinking about starting to talk he said, "So you..."
In his twenty years of life, Han Yang suddenly became aware that he was ugly.
Han Yang, "Mr. Helian."
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
Because the two were pressed together quite closely, the other man's voice was practically in his ear. Han Yang was not accustomed to the man's heated breath, his ears felt a bit hot, and Helian Qing hadn't worn a shirt!
After he finished speaking, Helian Qing eyes once again appeared to be taunting him. Looking at him, the man spoke, "We are still not married so you intend to sleep in a second room, but sooner or later you will be mine, so there's no need to."
Helian Qing used the spoon to scoop yet another bite of rice.
Having received his answer, Helian Qing returned to his room. Those last two weeks of work in truth had made him a bit exhausted.
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
Putting the computer aside, Han Yang slipped on his slippers, then took Helian Qing's used dishes to the kitchen, washing them clean.
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
Before he finished speaking, Helian Qing stood up from his stool walked towards him, then stood before him, "You think we don't know each other?"
Having received his answer, Helian Qing returned to his room. Those last two weeks of work in truth had made him a bit exhausted.
Helian Qing's face turned cold, asking "Who do you think you're calling?"
Han Yang, "..."
Han Yang was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Helian Qing was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.
In the living room, only one person remained. Han Yang absentmindedly tapped away on his keyboard, when he returned from his daze, he found that on his screen was a huge string of nonsensical code.
Having no way to avoid the matter, since things were as they were, he could only take it one step at a time.
Do what?
Several seconds passed as Han Yang convinced himself Helian Qing regarded the matter the same as classmates in a dormitory, the only difference being, the classmates would sleep together on the same bed at night. This way of thinking allowed him to nod and say, he understood. Hearing him, Helian Qing released his hold.
Sighing faintly, he deleted the lines before saving the file and shutting down his computer.
In the living room, only one person remained. Han Yang absentmindedly tapped away on his keyboard, when he returned from his daze, he found that on his screen was a huge string of nonsensical code.
However, at this moment, given the current situation there was not much possibility of that, as Helian Qing's strong hold on his arm bore an unquestionable meaning.
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
Both of Han Yang's hands rested on the keyboard and he did not speak a word. Even by looking at the information on the screen before him, he couldn't understand any of it.
Seeing him once again lower his head, Helian Qing felt a bit agitated. The delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless. He looked towards Han Yang, "Have you forgotten who you are?"
The man's words to Han Yang made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
"Oh." Helian Qing's eyebrows rose, "So you meant you want to know more about me?"
Putting the computer aside, Han Yang slipped on his slippers, then took Helian Qing's used dishes to the kitchen, washing them clean.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep...
Having no way to avoid the matter, since things were as they were, he could only take it one step at a time.
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
In the past, he was able to sleep just fine, but with the other person beside him he couldn't fall asleep as easily. Ultimately, he could only employ the common go-to method of hypnosis, counting sheep.
At that time as payment of the debt, Han Yang believed he was sold to Helian Qing to be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him. It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.
In the end, Han Yang was still dissatisfied with the relationship between the two.
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
Han Yang, "Mr. Helian."
As soon as he finished with washing up, Han Yang returned to the bedroom to find Helian Qing already fast asleep.
Han Yang, "..."
N/A
"That's not what I meant." Han Yang tried to explain, "I'm saying, we don't have the foundations of a relationship. Right now, this kind of relationship, You...don't you think this method is too rash? I think we have to talk about this."
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
Actually… what HeLian Qing said was not wrong, sooner or later, there'd be no need to.
N/A
Han Yang simply couldn't dare think of what that meant.
For a night at the beginning of autumn, it was somewhat cold, so Han Yang went to the bedside, took hold of the quilt, pulling it up to cover the man's back. Afterwards, he intended to go sleep in the guest room but surprisingly, just as he started to leave his hand was grabbed, turning him around to see that just sleeping person now wide awake.
Seeing him once again lower his head, Helian Qing felt a bit agitated. The delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless. He looked towards Han Yang, "Have you forgotten who you are?"
As soon as he finished with washing up, Han Yang returned to the bedroom to find Helian Qing already fast asleep.
Han Yang, "..."
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
One Helian Qing, two Helian Qings, three Helian Qings, four Helian Qings, five Helian Qings...
Having received his answer, Helian Qing returned to his room. Those last two weeks of work in truth had made him a bit exhausted.
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.
Han Yang turned around, headed for the other side of the bed, and immediately laid down. The bed was huge, even with those two on it, the distance between them was large enough to fit two other persons.
"I'm heading to the guest room to sleep." Han Yang responded.
Helian Qing, through half opened eyes, looked at Han Yang as he laid down on the edge of the bed. Unsatisfied, he reached over to pull Han Yang towards him, embracing him, "What are you doing laying so far away? I wanted to do this; it'll be pointless if you ended up sleeping on the floor."
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
Han Yang, "..."
After he finished speaking, Helian Qing eyes once again appeared to be taunting him. Looking at him, the man spoke, "We are still not married so you intend to sleep in a second room, but sooner or later you will be mine, so there's no need to."
Several seconds passed as Han Yang convinced himself Helian Qing regarded the matter the same as classmates in a dormitory, the only difference being, the classmates would sleep together on the same bed at night. This way of thinking allowed him to nod and say, he understood. Hearing him, Helian Qing released his hold.
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
At that time as payment of the debt, Han Yang believed he was sold to Helian Qing to be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him. It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.
After listening to him, Helian Qing silently watched him for a few seconds, a smile—yet not a smile—rose on his lips as he said, "Talk about what? About how your parents’ debt began in the first place? Or is it about you signing that contract? When you signed it back then you were unexpectedly quite happy, so is it that now you're scared?"
"Oh." Helian Qing's eyebrows rose, "So you meant you want to know more about me?"
Han Yang, "..."
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
After finishing his shower, Helian Qing came out to see Han Yang—once again—nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
"No, I meant we're not familiarT/n: There are different words that express varying degrees of "to know" Han Yang changes his "know" from the more shallow (知道:zhī dào), then (认识:rèn shi) to the deeper meaning (了解:lIǎo jiě) but even these could have a shallow meaning if one misinterprets them like Helian Qing does so Han Yang literally says "熟悉:shù xī: "familiar with" which has the most intimate meaning with each other, this isn't an appropriate way for us to get to know each other." Han Yang said.
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
Han Yang, "..."
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
Actually… what HeLian Qing said was not wrong, sooner or later, there'd be no need to.
Who he was?
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
Do what?
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
But deep inside Han Yang's heart was the courage to believe that he could avoid that day.
Having received his answer, Helian Qing returned to his room. Those last two weeks of work in truth had made him a bit exhausted.
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
Helian Qing was undoubtedly an outstanding person. A handsome appearance, a rich family background, in addition to a successful career. It was just that no matter how outstanding the other party was, Han Yang never thought about wanting to find himself a man.
With only a thin quilt covering his waist, the man's sturdy back was entirely exposed. Han Yang didn't think that this kind of strong, stoic man would actually like laying on his stomach as he slept. The act made the face atop the pillow, not have the same cold look as before.
Helian Qing, "Just call me by name, or would you rather call me husband."
However, at this moment, given the current situation there was not much possibility of that, as Helian Qing's strong hold on his arm bore an unquestionable meaning.
His words cut like a knife, slicing through Han Yang's calm demeanour, revealing the sorrow he choked down that day.
"That's not what I meant." Han Yang tried to explain, "I'm saying, we don't have the foundations of a relationship. Right now, this kind of relationship, You...don't you think this method is too rash? I think we have to talk about this."
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep...
Having no way to avoid the matter, since things were as they were, he could only take it one step at a time.
Several seconds passed as Han Yang convinced himself Helian Qing regarded the matter the same as classmates in a dormitory, the only difference being, the classmates would sleep together on the same bed at night. This way of thinking allowed him to nod and say, he understood. Hearing him, Helian Qing released his hold.
Even though on that day he feigned staunch indifference regarding his own parents using him as "repayment" in that deal. He still could not hide within the depths of his heart the lie of him being unbothered, that it wasn't a big deal.
Han Yang simply couldn't dare think of what that meant.
But deep inside Han Yang's heart was the courage to believe that he could avoid that day.
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
As soon as he finished with washing up, Han Yang returned to the bedroom to find Helian Qing already fast asleep.
Chapter Three
In his twenty years of life, Han Yang suddenly became aware that he was ugly.
Han Yang turned around, headed for the other side of the bed, and immediately laid down. The bed was huge, even with those two on it, the distance between them was large enough to fit two other persons.
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
Helian Qing spoke indifferently, "Don't delude yourself into thinking this can change, you don't have the power to change it. Also, tomorrow morning, you're coming with me on a trip back home."
Helian Qing, through half opened eyes, looked at Han Yang as he laid down on the edge of the bed. Unsatisfied, he reached over to pull Han Yang towards him, embracing him, "What are you doing laying so far away? I wanted to do this; it'll be pointless if you ended up sleeping on the floor."
At that time as payment of the debt, Han Yang believed he was sold to Helian Qing to be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him. It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.
Do...
Helian Qing was truly very tired it seemed, after saying those words, he had fallen fast asleep once more. His arm was fixed across Han Yang's waist, while his chest was stuck to Han Yang's arm. His body heat made Han Yang feel as if his own arm was roasting, but he didn't dare move so simply he remained still, all he could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Han Yang said, he was truly a very good cook.
Do what?
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
"You think we don't really know each other?"
Even though on that day he feigned staunch indifference regarding his own parents using him as "repayment" in that deal. He still could not hide within the depths of his heart the lie of him being unbothered, that it wasn't a big deal.
"Familiar with each other?" Helian Qing scoffed, "I've already read your profile earlier, if you want, I can give you a copy of my profile too."
Han Yang simply couldn't dare think of what that meant.
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
Helian Qing spoke indifferently, "Don't delude yourself into thinking this can change, you don't have the power to change it. Also, tomorrow morning, you're coming with me on a trip back home."
Han Yang simply couldn't dare think of what that meant.
"I'm heading to the guest room to sleep." Han Yang responded.
Helian Qing, "Now be quiet, I won't touch you today so go to sleep, I'm very tired."
"Are you spacing out?" Helian Qing noticed Han Yang looked absent-minded, so he asked in a loud voice.
"Understand? If you do, say something." Helian Qing asked.
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
The man's words to Han Yang made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
Yes of course, who he is, was Helian Qing's contracted wife.
Because the two were pressed together quite closely, the other man's voice was practically in his ear. Han Yang was not accustomed to the man's heated breath, his ears felt a bit hot, and Helian Qing hadn't worn a shirt!
After he finished speaking, Helian Qing eyes once again appeared to be taunting him. Looking at him, the man spoke, "We are still not married so you intend to sleep in a second room, but sooner or later you will be mine, so there's no need to."
Even though on that day he feigned staunch indifference regarding his own parents using him as "repayment" in that deal. He still could not hide within the depths of his heart the lie of him being unbothered, that it wasn't a big deal.
Helian Qing was undoubtedly an outstanding person. A handsome appearance, a rich family background, in addition to a successful career. It was just that no matter how outstanding the other party was, Han Yang never thought about wanting to find himself a man.
For a night at the beginning of autumn, it was somewhat cold, so Han Yang went to the bedside, took hold of the quilt, pulling it up to cover the man's back. Afterwards, he intended to go sleep in the guest room but surprisingly, just as he started to leave his hand was grabbed, turning him around to see that just sleeping person now wide awake.
"Yeah," Han Yang answered.
Helian Qing was truly very tired it seemed, after saying those words, he had fallen fast asleep once more. His arm was fixed across Han Yang's waist, while his chest was stuck to Han Yang's arm. His body heat made Han Yang feel as if his own arm was roasting, but he didn't dare move so simply he remained still, all he could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.
"Oh." Helian Qing's eyebrows rose, "So you meant you want to know more about me?"
"Where are you going?" Helian Qing asked while still holding his hand.
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
Seeing him once again lower his head, Helian Qing felt a bit agitated. The delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless. He looked towards Han Yang, "Have you forgotten who you are?"
The man's words to Han Yang made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
Other than sleeping together with his grandpa during his childhood, Han Yang had never been so intimate to another person. Even though he got along with his classmates, his relationship with them hadn't gone to the point of sharing a bed with each other. Now, he was unable to put into words the feeling in his heart, though he didn't completely hate it, he didn't like it either.
You haven't forgotten who you are.
Right then, Helian Qing reminded him to not forget his identity, but what else was there to remember? Surely, it couldn't be he wanted Han Yang to be the same as a wife who waits at home every day for her husband to return home. Just thinking about something like that was ridiculous enough to him.
As soon as he finished with washing up, Han Yang returned to the bedroom to find Helian Qing already fast asleep.
After listening to him, Helian Qing silently watched him for a few seconds, a smile—yet not a smile—rose on his lips as he said, "Talk about what? About how your parents’ debt began in the first place? Or is it about you signing that contract? When you signed it back then you were unexpectedly quite happy, so is it that now you're scared?"
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
This strangeness made Han Yang's innermost being feel insecure.
N/A
Helian Qing, "Just call me by name, or would you rather call me husband."
"We don't truly know each other..."
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep...
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
Han Yang, "Mr. Helian."
Yes of course, who he is, was Helian Qing's contracted wife.
Sighing faintly, he deleted the lines before saving the file and shutting down his computer.
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
In the past, he was able to sleep just fine, but with the other person beside him he couldn't fall asleep as easily. Ultimately, he could only employ the common go-to method of hypnosis, counting sheep.
Han Yang, "..."
After that last sentence was spoken, Helian Qing's smoothed brows once again creased. He took the rice filled spoon to his mouth, leisurely chewing then swallowing, then somewhat mockingly spoke, "You simply didn't remember?"
Do...
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep...
Both of Han Yang's hands rested on the keyboard and he did not speak a word. Even by looking at the information on the screen before him, he couldn't understand any of it.
Even after counting to a thousand, Han Yang still showed no signs of sleepiness. The steady breathing of the one beside him told him Helian Qing was indeed sleeping. Turning his head slightly, He looked at the handsome face resting on the pillow next to him, he really thought about going on the floor instead.
After finishing his shower, Helian Qing came out to see Han Yang—once again—nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.
"Huh?" The man's voice interrupted his train of thought. He then lifted his head to see that the other had already eaten everything. Just by looking at the man, his words faltered as he tried to speak.
"Tomorrow, I..." Han Yang began.
Several seconds passed as Han Yang convinced himself Helian Qing regarded the matter the same as classmates in a dormitory, the only difference being, the classmates would sleep together on the same bed at night. This way of thinking allowed him to nod and say, he understood. Hearing him, Helian Qing released his hold.
Actually… what HeLian Qing said was not wrong, sooner or later, there'd be no need to.
After finishing his shower, Helian Qing came out to see Han Yang—once again—nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.
Do what?
One Helian Qing, two Helian Qings, three Helian Qings, four Helian Qings, five Helian Qings...
Chapter Three
"Are you spacing out?" Helian Qing noticed Han Yang looked absent-minded, so he asked in a loud voice.
Sighing faintly, he deleted the lines before saving the file and shutting down his computer.
Do...
Other than sleeping together with his grandpa during his childhood, Han Yang had never been so intimate to another person. Even though he got along with his classmates, his relationship with them hadn't gone to the point of sharing a bed with each other. Now, he was unable to put into words the feeling in his heart, though he didn't completely hate it, he didn't like it either.
Still counting, Han Yang—after having countless sheep transformed into Helian Qings—was finally able to fall fast asleep.
Helian Qing, "Just call me by name, or would you rather call me husband."
This strangeness made Han Yang's innermost being feel insecure.
Helian Qing was truly very tired it seemed, after saying those words, he had fallen fast asleep once more. His arm was fixed across Han Yang's waist, while his chest was stuck to Han Yang's arm. His body heat made Han Yang feel as if his own arm was roasting, but he didn't dare move so simply he remained still, all he could do was stare blankly at the ceiling.
"Helian Qing." Regarding this Helian Qing, Han Yang wanted to hold his forehead in his palms. He hesitated, then spoke, "I thought all of this over. Two weeks ago, we didn't know each other, in fact right now we still don't know one another..."
Both of Han Yang's hands rested on the keyboard and he did not speak a word. Even by looking at the information on the screen before him, he couldn't understand any of it.
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