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Chapter Fourteen


This novel was posted on cnt18 [dot] blogsp0t [dot] com, by anasiana. If you're not reading it there, you get what you get  ̄へ ̄)

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Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.

Plugging in the dryer, then running his fingers through Helian Qing's hair, Han Yang soon felt the warm air blowing on his hands release a burst of warmth. He also noticed that although Helian Qing's hair was a bit stiff, touching it felt quite comfortable.

He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.

"We're... this is too fast..." Han Yang said bluntly.

But regardless of how he normally appears, at his current appearance, Han Yang could not help but admit that Helian Qing was an incredibly attractive man.

"What is it?" Han Yang asked.


"Ah!" The sudden loss of balance made him cry out, his hands immediately grasping beside him, grabbing that thing—that is, the clothes covering Helian Qing's abdomen—for support.

Han Yang was not an indecisive person. For some matters, he would avoid pointlessly dwelling on them and move on. But with others, he would choose to face them head on, and in such situations, he would also take the initiative to make the first step.

He finally said it, Helian Qing thought to himself.

As he said those words, Han Yang looked directly at Helian Qing, however his ears were already flushed red from root to tip.


"What are you doing?" Han Yang asked as he looked at the man in astonishment, "Put me down."

"What is it?" Han Yang asked.

With no intense demand, neither any form of compulsion, exuded from him, as the man simply brushed his lips against his own. The touch once again creating that irresistible temperature, it's chasteness again warming his heart.

Even just a while ago, the younger man was still being difficult, but now he had suddenly become so agreeable, abruptly putting him at a complete loss.


"Didn't you say we'd do it once more when we returned?" Helian Qing stated before justly declaring, "I only want to satisfy you."

Han Yang, "..."


Han Yang, a bit taken aback, hurried to explain what he had meant, "I said it offhandedly, you shouldn't take it seriously, so just hurry up and put me down!" Wriggling as he spoke to get out of the other man's arms since, as a man himself, being in a princess hold was simply too embarrassing.

After he was done bathing, Han Yang returned to find Helian Qing leaning back on the chair, reading a magazine. Upon noticing his return, that man put the magazine aside before beckoning him with a wave, "Come here."


"Well, that's a pity, because I took your words quite seriously." Helian Qing, not one bit dissuaded, kept on embracing the smaller man as he walked, "And satisfying their wife, is a husband's duty."

Helian Qing looked back at him, "?"


"What!" Han Yang's face burst into a blush at those words, "Stop messing around and just put me down first—"

"...You're acting as if I hadn't said what I said correctly." Rolling his eyes internally, Han Yang decided to broach the topic again later.

"What are you doing?" Han Yang asked as he looked at the man in astonishment, "Put me down."

Han Yang again, did not utter a sound, so Helian Qing asked, "What's the matter now?"


Instead, Helian Qing had chosen the same action as he had earlier, lowering his head, then using his lips to smother the lad's. With this kiss, Han Yang again froze in the man's arms, his flabbergasted state allowing the man to carry his now unmoving form.

With that, his hand resting on Han Yang's cheek, gently turned the lad's face, as he moved closer to capture the other's lips with a kiss.


Just this and you're so much more obedient. Since you talk so much nonsense I might as well use this method. Helian Qing thought to himself.

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Placing Han Yang on the living room sofa, Helian Qing took advantage of the chance before him. Resting a hand on the boy's cheek whilst the other cupped the opposite side of his face before trailing downwards, little by little, fingers skimming over his skin.

This singular action, made Han Yang suck in a cold gulp of air, then fiercely shut his eyes as he felt his ear go numb—no, it was actually his entire body that went numb.


With his back tightly pressed against the couch, Han Yang felt a lingering electrical tingle in the places where Helian Qing's fingers slid, the sensation causing the fine hairs lining his skin to stand on end.

With his back tightly pressed against the couch, Han Yang felt a lingering electrical tingle in the places where Helian Qing's fingers slid, the sensation causing the fine hairs lining his skin to stand on end.

After he was done bathing, Han Yang returned to find Helian Qing leaning back on the chair, reading a magazine. Upon noticing his return, that man put the magazine aside before beckoning him with a wave, "Come here."

But regardless of how he normally appears, at his current appearance, Han Yang could not help but admit that Helian Qing was an incredibly attractive man.


He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.

Sensing his anxiety, Helian Qing released the reddened lobe being drawn between his lips, his voice hushed as he coaxed, "Relax a bit."


"He... Helian Qing..." His mouth was unsealed to let him speak, his voice filled with shock.

Apart from getting his hair cut, this was Han Yang's first time having someone else assist him in blowing his hair dry, since he usually ran a towel through to dry it.

This time, this kiss, compared to their first as well as the one not too long ago, was even more gentle.

With that first sentence said, Han Yang found the rest was a lot easier to say, so he continued, "When I was in the shower just now, I thought about our situation for a while. I... I've never been in love, so I don't really know how to do it, but I'm willing to give it a try. If you're willing to give it try too... then we can both get along nicely, yeah?"

"Didn't you say we'd do it once more when we returned?" Helian Qing stated before justly declaring, "I only want to satisfy you."

He finally said it, Helian Qing thought to himself.

As he said those words, Han Yang looked directly at Helian Qing, however his ears were already flushed red from root to tip.

"Do you want to suffocate? Breathe." Nibbling on Han Yang's lower lip, Helian Qing reminded him to take a breath.


"Mn?" Helian Qing's hand stopped on his clavicle, encircling his thumb over that graceful curve, caressing it.

"Well, that's a pity, because I took your words quite seriously." Helian Qing, not one bit dissuaded, kept on embracing the smaller man as he walked, "And satisfying their wife, is a husband's duty."

Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

Actually, from the start, Han Yang had mentally prepared himself for this. Just as Helian Qing had said, they were now in a lawful relationship and whatever they did, it was all completely normal.

Han Yang confessed in his heart.


"We're... this is too fast..." Han Yang said bluntly.

Actually, from the start, Han Yang had mentally prepared himself for this. Just as Helian Qing had said, they were now in a lawful relationship and whatever they did, it was all completely normal.

His head rose to look at Helian Qing, whose hand rested on his shoulder, and whose head was lowered.

"Ah!" The sudden loss of balance made him cry out, his hands immediately grasping beside him, grabbing that thing—that is, the clothes covering Helian Qing's abdomen—for support.

Staring on at the man's back, Han Yang called out, "Helian Qing."

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Helian Qing looked back at him, "?"

...You're not going to continue? Is what Han Yang really wanted to ask, but he could not bring himself to say the words out loud, though his expression already said it all.


"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

Helian Qing, "You want to be friendsT/n: The phrase for "friends" he used here literally means: looking for companionship/friendship like a "friend request" but it's also slang for asking someone out. So, Han Yang heard "...wanna be friends?" While HLQ meant " ...wanna be my boyfriend/date?":)?"


This singular action, made Han Yang suck in a cold gulp of air, then fiercely shut his eyes as he felt his ear go numb—no, it was actually his entire body that went numb.

Being so nervous, Han Yang, from the get-go, had forgotten to breathe— and so his reaction was to now inhale a huge gulp of air.

Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?

Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.


Han Yang was someone who had never been in love, as a matter of fact, he had never even liked anyone. So presently, such intimate touches between him and another person, was something he had never before experienced. They made him to feel nervous and embarrassed beyond belief, but apart from those, his innermost being was somewhat curious of those things that had never been touched.

This time, this kiss, compared to their first as well as the one not too long ago, was even more gentle.

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

When he felt the blow-dryer in his hand being taken away, Han Yang looked up to see Helian Qing had already stood up and was now putting the dryer aside, then said, "Go take your bath."

Chapter Fourteen

Rising to feet, Helian Qing pulled up his sleeves, tossed out the sentence "Going for a shower, then to bed" before leaving for his bedroom.

Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"

Han Yang was someone who had never been in love, as a matter of fact, he had never even liked anyone. So presently, such intimate touches between him and another person, was something he had never before experienced. They made him to feel nervous and embarrassed beyond belief, but apart from those, his innermost being was somewhat curious of those things that had never been touched.


Those two contradicting thoughts entwined with one another, leaving him at a loss at which was right. Thus, all he could do was to remain pasted against the sofa, rigidly bracing himself as his arms, resting at his sides, unconsciously tightened themselves into a fist.

Han Yang confessed in his heart.

Helian Qing, "..."

Han Yang, "..."


Sensing his anxiety, Helian Qing released the reddened lobe being drawn between his lips, his voice hushed as he coaxed, "Relax a bit."

Helian Qing, "Mn?"

Han Yang lowered his head slightly at the feeling of Helian Qing's fingers moving through his hair. The man's movements were not very skilled, but they were surprisingly gentle.

His movements were very tender. The kind of tenderness that gave a person a cherished feeling, the kind that made Han Yang's head go blank, as he could only passively follow the man in their dance.


With that, his hand resting on Han Yang's cheek, gently turned the lad's face, as he moved closer to capture the other's lips with a kiss.

"Did you hear what I said?" Han Yang saw the man just staring at him fixedly, not even answering his question.

Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?

"We're... this is too fast..." Han Yang said bluntly.

Helian Qing looked back at him, "?"

]咸鱼干: xián yú gān: lit. Dried salted fish. Meaning: 1. Someone uninterested/unmotivated/idle/goalless/lazy/likes to procrastinate; 2. A dead person/body; 3. Part of an idiom that refers to someone who made a comeback/had a change of fortune; AND 4. A homonym/homophone for a term that also means: freelancer.[]闲鱼: xián yú: lit. Free fish (xián also means idle) Meanings: 1. Freelancer: 2. Idle person; (PS 干-gān also means do/work as well as dry)[]When HLQ called him "dried salted fish" I believe he meant "freelancer" however Han Yang thought he meant "do-nothing or its variants" hence his offence. Maybe... HLQ meant dead body too, for our very often absent-minded one who BSOD after a kiss 🙃[]Anyway, the author nicknamed Han Yang, Little Saltfish (小咸鱼干) she left the "干" which I didn't see used with the slang "咸鱼", but I noticed it with "闲鱼" so I'm assuming it's to imply the freelancer double meaning. Han Yang is a freelancer after all~[] 撩火吗: liáo huǒ: lit. Stir/provoke a fire/heat. Aka, arouse his desires 😏 [] 泼出去的水: pō chū qù de shuǐ: lit. spilt water. Meaning: something that can't be gotten back. Translated as "spilt milk". HY's maidenhood (つω⊂* ) 😀[]Continuing from [1], the author refers to Helian Qing as, Qing Gege(Princess Qing) like Qing'er from "My fair Princess". This is also a homophone as, Qing Gege (格格-princess) sounds like Qing Gege (哥哥-big brother) note: big brother here is closer to Oppa, in Korean than brother in English[]So our dear author likes wordplay, it seems. If anyone knows more about "咸鱼干/闲鱼干" tell me 🙂[]PS: This chapter was too much for my poor pooped-out little heart. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) []current iana: - damn, old me was chatty (/▽\)

For although Helian Qing's speech was quite harsh, from the start he was given time to adjust. In fact, from day one, Helian Qing had indulged him. This includes the situation just a moment ago where he did not force him.

"What!" Han Yang's face burst into a blush at those words, "Stop messing around and just put me down first—"


This time, this kiss, compared to their first as well as the one not too long ago, was even more gentle.

"Han Yang." His tone was soft, the lightness of his voice was enough to allow a person's heart to become filled with tenderness.

Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"

Plugging in the dryer, then running his fingers through Helian Qing's hair, Han Yang soon felt the warm air blowing on his hands release a burst of warmth. He also noticed that although Helian Qing's hair was a bit stiff, touching it felt quite comfortable.

Using his tongue, Helian Qing pried open Han Yang's jaw, then felt his way forward until he hooked the boy's tongue with his own, entangling them.

Plugging in the dryer, then running his fingers through Helian Qing's hair, Han Yang soon felt the warm air blowing on his hands release a burst of warmth. He also noticed that although Helian Qing's hair was a bit stiff, touching it felt quite comfortable.


Using his tongue, Helian Qing pried open Han Yang's jaw, then felt his way forward until he hooked the boy's tongue with his own, entangling them.

Helian Qing was stunned, gazing at Han Yang without uttering a sound.

By pressing someone down to sit on your thighs, the one stoking those flames is obviously you.

Even just a while ago, the younger man was still being difficult, but now he had suddenly become so agreeable, abruptly putting him at a complete loss.

Staring at the main culprit of his plight sleeping sweetly, he rolled his eyes, then cursed, "You little brat."

Helian Qing, "..."


His movements were very tender. The kind of tenderness that gave a person a cherished feeling, the kind that made Han Yang's head go blank, as he could only passively follow the man in their dance.

Using his tongue, Helian Qing pried open Han Yang's jaw, then felt his way forward until he hooked the boy's tongue with his own, entangling them.

"Han Yang." His tone was soft, the lightness of his voice was enough to allow a person's heart to become filled with tenderness.

He even discovered that man's appearance made him hard to resist.

The shocked man had definitely heard Han Yang's words, it was just, he had never fathomed that boy would suddenly say such things.

Just this and you're so much more obedient. Since you talk so much nonsense I might as well use this method. Helian Qing thought to himself.


"Do you want to suffocate? Breathe." Nibbling on Han Yang's lower lip, Helian Qing reminded him to take a breath.

"Oh, okay." Han Yang went for his clothes then headed for his bath.


Being so nervous, Han Yang, from the get-go, had forgotten to breathe— and so his reaction was to now inhale a huge gulp of air.

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.

"Mn?" Helian Qing's hand stopped on his clavicle, encircling his thumb over that graceful curve, caressing it.

Helian Qing, "..."

"Do you know what they say about spilt milk?" Helian Qing approached him, stood before him, both of their eyes now locking with one another's.

When they went to bed, Han Yang called softly, "Helian Qing."


Snorting out a laugh, Helian Qing used the hand he had placed at the boy's nape to caress the skin there, while the other made its way to the hem of the younger man's shirt before slipping inside.

"We're... this is too fast..." Han Yang said bluntly.

Being so nervous, Han Yang, from the get-go, had forgotten to breathe— and so his reaction was to now inhale a huge gulp of air.

Rolling himself over, and under the cover of darkness, Han Yang kissed Helian Qing's chin before quickly turning his back towards the man again, then muttered, "Goodnight."

Helian Qing, "Mn?"

"Do you know what they say about spilt milk?" Helian Qing approached him, stood before him, both of their eyes now locking with one another's.

"Let's..." Han Yang sucked in a breath, tossed all caution to the wind, and said, "Let's try it."

The shocked man had definitely heard Han Yang's words, it was just, he had never fathomed that boy would suddenly say such things.


When his hand made contact with Han Yang's waist, the boy jumped, but did not push him away.

It was all simply just...

During his bath, he thought about a lot. His interactions with that man during those past few days, all played back in his mind, ultimately ending on the static scene of that man watching over him from his bedside while he was ill and still in the hospital.

Han Yang, a bit taken aback, hurried to explain what he had meant, "I said it offhandedly, you shouldn't take it seriously, so just hurry up and put me down!" Wriggling as he spoke to get out of the other man's arms since, as a man himself, being in a princess hold was simply too embarrassing.

When he felt the blow-dryer in his hand being taken away, Han Yang looked up to see Helian Qing had already stood up and was now putting the dryer aside, then said, "Go take your bath."

"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" Helian Qing's voice sounded behind him.

"Han Yang." His tone was soft, the lightness of his voice was enough to allow a person's heart to become filled with tenderness.

By pressing someone down to sit on your thighs, the one stoking those flames is obviously you.


Actually, from the start, Han Yang had mentally prepared himself for this. Just as Helian Qing had said, they were now in a lawful relationship and whatever they did, it was all completely normal.

Helian Qing fiddled a few strands of Han Yang's hair with his fingers, then picked up the blow-dryer beside him, turned it on, and began helping the lad dry his hair.

After drying the boy's hair, Helian Qing patted him to let him know he could stand up, so he himself could as well, in order to go put the dryer away.

Helian Qing was stunned, gazing at Han Yang without uttering a sound.

N/A

Helian Qing, "..."


In addition to that, some things were inevitable no matter what. The only difference was when, and nothing more.

Snorting out a laugh, Helian Qing used the hand he had placed at the boy's nape to caress the skin there, while the other made its way to the hem of the younger man's shirt before slipping inside.

Instead, Helian Qing had chosen the same action as he had earlier, lowering his head, then using his lips to smother the lad's. With this kiss, Han Yang again froze in the man's arms, his flabbergasted state allowing the man to carry his now unmoving form.

Just this and you're so much more obedient. Since you talk so much nonsense I might as well use this method. Helian Qing thought to himself.

Plugging in the dryer, then running his fingers through Helian Qing's hair, Han Yang soon felt the warm air blowing on his hands release a burst of warmth. He also noticed that although Helian Qing's hair was a bit stiff, touching it felt quite comfortable.

Being so nervous, Han Yang, from the get-go, had forgotten to breathe— and so his reaction was to now inhale a huge gulp of air.

Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.

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However, he absolutely never imagined, Helian Qing would stop.

With that first sentence said, Han Yang found the rest was a lot easier to say, so he continued, "When I was in the shower just now, I thought about our situation for a while. I... I've never been in love, so I don't really know how to do it, but I'm willing to give it a try. If you're willing to give it try too... then we can both get along nicely, yeah?"

With his back tightly pressed against the couch, Han Yang felt a lingering electrical tingle in the places where Helian Qing's fingers slid, the sensation causing the fine hairs lining his skin to stand on end.

Han Yang, "..." Who's a salted fish, huh!!!


Leaning back on the sofa, Han Yang's eyes still had in them a bit of vacancy, his lips and neck marked with traces of red that gave him a tingling sensation, all of it proof of what Helian Qing had just done. He then turned to see Helian Qing sitting beside him, undoing his own cuffs, "You..."

If he had originally gotten to know Helian Qing for another reason than the debt, he might have found him attractive then too.

"Mn?" Helian Qing's hand stopped on his clavicle, encircling his thumb over that graceful curve, caressing it.

If he had originally gotten to know Helian Qing for another reason than the debt, he might have found him attractive then too.

Helian Qing, "Mn?"

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.


Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"

Han Yang then, of his own accord, reached his arms to wrap them around Helian Qing's back, burying his face in the crux of the taller man's neck.

But regardless of how he normally appears, at his current appearance, Han Yang could not help but admit that Helian Qing was an incredibly attractive man.

From the beginning, he really did not expect Helian Qing to stop, but when he thought about it for a bit, it did not seem that unexpected.

At that, Han Yang wanted to go back in time and take his step forward back, with this person who is incapable of getting along with properly.

There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

Han Yang again, did not utter a sound, so Helian Qing asked, "What's the matter now?"


...You're not going to continue? Is what Han Yang really wanted to ask, but he could not bring himself to say the words out loud, though his expression already said it all.

Han Yang was someone who had never been in love, as a matter of fact, he had never even liked anyone. So presently, such intimate touches between him and another person, was something he had never before experienced. They made him to feel nervous and embarrassed beyond belief, but apart from those, his innermost being was somewhat curious of those things that had never been touched.

With that first sentence said, Han Yang found the rest was a lot easier to say, so he continued, "When I was in the shower just now, I thought about our situation for a while. I... I've never been in love, so I don't really know how to do it, but I'm willing to give it a try. If you're willing to give it try too... then we can both get along nicely, yeah?"

Turning his head around, Han Yang saw Helian Qing had already finished his bath and was now leant against the doorframe of the bedroom, looking at him. Getting up at once, Han Yang intended to find some clothes for after his bath. Passing by Helian Qing to do so, he was suddenly pulled to a stop.

Those two contradicting thoughts entwined with one another, leaving him at a loss at which was right. Thus, all he could do was to remain pasted against the sofa, rigidly bracing himself as his arms, resting at his sides, unconsciously tightened themselves into a fist.

Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.


Helian Qing's hand came to a sudden halt, with him pulling out a Helian style taunt, as only he can, "I'm not so hungry that I go for a piece of dried salted fish[1] experiencing his heat."

"Didn't you say we'd do it once more when we returned?" Helian Qing stated before justly declaring, "I only want to satisfy you."

Sensing his anxiety, Helian Qing released the reddened lobe being drawn between his lips, his voice hushed as he coaxed, "Relax a bit."

There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.


Han Yang, "..." Who's a salted fish, huh!!!

During his bath, he thought about a lot. His interactions with that man during those past few days, all played back in his mind, ultimately ending on the static scene of that man watching over him from his bedside while he was ill and still in the hospital.


Rising to feet, Helian Qing pulled up his sleeves, tossed out the sentence "Going for a shower, then to bed" before leaving for his bedroom.

After drying the boy's hair, Helian Qing patted him to let him know he could stand up, so he himself could as well, in order to go put the dryer away.


"...You're the salted fish." Han Yang muttered after he left, unable to stop him himself from smiling afterwards.

"He... Helian Qing..." His mouth was unsealed to let him speak, his voice filled with shock.

Those two contradicting thoughts entwined with one another, leaving him at a loss at which was right. Thus, all he could do was to remain pasted against the sofa, rigidly bracing himself as his arms, resting at his sides, unconsciously tightened themselves into a fist.

Helian Qing was stunned, gazing at Han Yang without uttering a sound.


From the beginning, he really did not expect Helian Qing to stop, but when he thought about it for a bit, it did not seem that unexpected.

Han Yang, a bit taken aback, hurried to explain what he had meant, "I said it offhandedly, you shouldn't take it seriously, so just hurry up and put me down!" Wriggling as he spoke to get out of the other man's arms since, as a man himself, being in a princess hold was simply too embarrassing.


For although Helian Qing's speech was quite harsh, from the start he was given time to adjust. In fact, from day one, Helian Qing had indulged him. This includes the situation just a moment ago where he did not force him.

When his hand made contact with Han Yang's waist, the boy jumped, but did not push him away.

His movements were very tender. The kind of tenderness that gave a person a cherished feeling, the kind that made Han Yang's head go blank, as he could only passively follow the man in their dance.

"Do you know what they say about spilt milk?" Helian Qing approached him, stood before him, both of their eyes now locking with one another's.

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

This is really nice, he thought.


"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" Helian Qing's voice sounded behind him.

"What are you doing?" Han Yang asked as he looked at the man in astonishment, "Put me down."


Turning his head around, Han Yang saw Helian Qing had already finished his bath and was now leant against the doorframe of the bedroom, looking at him. Getting up at once, Han Yang intended to find some clothes for after his bath. Passing by Helian Qing to do so, he was suddenly pulled to a stop.

"Mn?" Helian Qing's hand stopped on his clavicle, encircling his thumb over that graceful curve, caressing it.

He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.

He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.


"What is it?" Han Yang asked.

This is really nice, he thought.

Han Yang, "..."

Sensing his anxiety, Helian Qing released the reddened lobe being drawn between his lips, his voice hushed as he coaxed, "Relax a bit."

"Didn't you say we'd do it once more when we returned?" Helian Qing stated before justly declaring, "I only want to satisfy you."

With that first sentence said, Han Yang found the rest was a lot easier to say, so he continued, "When I was in the shower just now, I thought about our situation for a while. I... I've never been in love, so I don't really know how to do it, but I'm willing to give it a try. If you're willing to give it try too... then we can both get along nicely, yeah?"

Han Yang made his way to the other man, who pulled him to sit on his lap. Stirring for a bit, Helian Qing snaked his hand around the wriggling man's waist, warning, "Don't move, or do you want to stoke the fire"

Han Yang, "..."


"Help me blow-dry my hair first." Helian Qing lead him inside. He then sat him down on a chair beside a table where a blow-dryer laid on top.

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

When his hand made contact with Han Yang's waist, the boy jumped, but did not push him away.

"Well, that's a pity, because I took your words quite seriously." Helian Qing, not one bit dissuaded, kept on embracing the smaller man as he walked, "And satisfying their wife, is a husband's duty."

Rolling himself over, and under the cover of darkness, Han Yang kissed Helian Qing's chin before quickly turning his back towards the man again, then muttered, "Goodnight."

Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.


Plugging in the dryer, then running his fingers through Helian Qing's hair, Han Yang soon felt the warm air blowing on his hands release a burst of warmth. He also noticed that although Helian Qing's hair was a bit stiff, touching it felt quite comfortable.

Helian Qing's hand came to a sudden halt, with him pulling out a Helian style taunt, as only he can, "I'm not so hungry that I go for a piece of dried salted fish experiencing his heat."

His head rose to look at Helian Qing, whose hand rested on his shoulder, and whose head was lowered.

When they went to bed, Han Yang called softly, "Helian Qing."


Since Helian Qing's hair was not that long, it had dried rather quickly. So, when he had to turn off the dryer, Han Yang was a bit reluctant to part with it. This was, after all, his first time helping someone else blow-dry their hair. The feeling it gave him was kind of phenomenal, especially when the follicles slid over his palm, the sensation similar to a feather tickling inside his chest.

Those two contradicting thoughts entwined with one another, leaving him at a loss at which was right. Thus, all he could do was to remain pasted against the sofa, rigidly bracing himself as his arms, resting at his sides, unconsciously tightened themselves into a fist.

He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.

"Help me blow-dry my hair first." Helian Qing lead him inside. He then sat him down on a chair beside a table where a blow-dryer laid on top.

There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.

At that, Han Yang wanted to go back in time and take his step forward back, with this person who is incapable of getting along with properly.


Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.

Thinking such thoughts, he could not help but look forward to the many years they had ahead.

Han Yang lifted his head to look at the man just as he continued, "If you want to, then how about we start with love first, okay?"

Using his tongue, Helian Qing pried open Han Yang's jaw, then felt his way forward until he hooked the boy's tongue with his own, entangling them.

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

Helian Qing, "You want to be friendsT/n: The phrase for "friends" he used here literally means: looking for companionship/friendship like a "friend request" but it's also slang for asking someone out. So, Han Yang heard "...wanna be friends?" While HLQ meant " ...wanna be my boyfriend/date?":)?"

Han Yang, "..."

Helian Qing fiddled a few strands of Han Yang's hair with his fingers, then picked up the blow-dryer beside him, turned it on, and began helping the lad dry his hair.


But regardless of how he normally appears, at his current appearance, Han Yang could not help but admit that Helian Qing was an incredibly attractive man.

Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.

When they went to bed, Han Yang called softly, "Helian Qing."

But regardless of how he normally appears, at his current appearance, Han Yang could not help but admit that Helian Qing was an incredibly attractive man.


If he had originally gotten to know Helian Qing for another reason than the debt, he might have found him attractive then too.

Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"


Thinking such thoughts, he could not help but look forward to the many years they had ahead.

By pressing someone down to sit on your thighs, the one stoking those flames is obviously you.


When he felt the blow-dryer in his hand being taken away, Han Yang looked up to see Helian Qing had already stood up and was now putting the dryer aside, then said, "Go take your bath."

Staring on at the man's back, Han Yang called out, "Helian Qing."


"Oh, okay." Han Yang went for his clothes then headed for his bath.

"...You're the salted fish." Han Yang muttered after he left, unable to stop him himself from smiling afterwards.


After he was done bathing, Han Yang returned to find Helian Qing leaning back on the chair, reading a magazine. Upon noticing his return, that man put the magazine aside before beckoning him with a wave, "Come here."

Rising to feet, Helian Qing pulled up his sleeves, tossed out the sentence "Going for a shower, then to bed" before leaving for his bedroom.


Han Yang made his way to the other man, who pulled him to sit on his lap. Stirring for a bit, Helian Qing snaked his hand around the wriggling man's waist, warning, "Don't move, or do you want to stoke the fire[2]"

"Do you want to suffocate? Breathe." Nibbling on Han Yang's lower lip, Helian Qing reminded him to take a breath.

This singular action, made Han Yang suck in a cold gulp of air, then fiercely shut his eyes as he felt his ear go numb—no, it was actually his entire body that went numb.

Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?


By pressing someone down to sit on your thighs, the one stoking those flames is obviously you.

That very night, as Han Yang slept, Helian Qing on the other hand, suffered from insomnia.

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.

Placing Han Yang on the living room sofa, Helian Qing took advantage of the chance before him. Resting a hand on the boy's cheek whilst the other cupped the opposite side of his face before trailing downwards, little by little, fingers skimming over his skin.

Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.

Plugging in the dryer, then running his fingers through Helian Qing's hair, Han Yang soon felt the warm air blowing on his hands release a burst of warmth. He also noticed that although Helian Qing's hair was a bit stiff, touching it felt quite comfortable.

"...You're the salted fish." Han Yang muttered after he left, unable to stop him himself from smiling afterwards.

There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.


Han Yang lamented in his heart, yet still compliantly sat, no longer moving about.

...You're not going to continue? Is what Han Yang really wanted to ask, but he could not bring himself to say the words out loud, though his expression already said it all.


Helian Qing fiddled a few strands of Han Yang's hair with his fingers, then picked up the blow-dryer beside him, turned it on, and began helping the lad dry his hair.

Even just a while ago, the younger man was still being difficult, but now he had suddenly become so agreeable, abruptly putting him at a complete loss.


Apart from getting his hair cut, this was Han Yang's first time having someone else assist him in blowing his hair dry, since he usually ran a towel through to dry it.

When he felt the blow-dryer in his hand being taken away, Han Yang looked up to see Helian Qing had already stood up and was now putting the dryer aside, then said, "Go take your bath."

Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.

Just this and you're so much more obedient. Since you talk so much nonsense I might as well use this method. Helian Qing thought to himself.

Chapter Fourteen

]咸鱼干: xián yú gān: lit. Dried salted fish. Meaning: 1. Someone uninterested/unmotivated/idle/goalless/lazy/likes to procrastinate; 2. A dead person/body; 3. Part of an idiom that refers to someone who made a comeback/had a change of fortune; AND 4. A homonym/homophone for a term that also means: freelancer.[]闲鱼: xián yú: lit. Free fish (xián also means idle) Meanings: 1. Freelancer: 2. Idle person; (PS 干-gān also means do/work as well as dry)[]When HLQ called him "dried salted fish" I believe he meant "freelancer" however Han Yang thought he meant "do-nothing or its variants" hence his offence. Maybe... HLQ meant dead body too, for our very often absent-minded one who BSOD after a kiss 🙃[]Anyway, the author nicknamed Han Yang, Little Saltfish (小咸鱼干) she left the "干" which I didn't see used with the slang "咸鱼", but I noticed it with "闲鱼" so I'm assuming it's to imply the freelancer double meaning. Han Yang is a freelancer after all~[] 撩火吗: liáo huǒ: lit. Stir/provoke a fire/heat. Aka, arouse his desires 😏 [] 泼出去的水: pō chū qù de shuǐ: lit. spilt water. Meaning: something that can't be gotten back. Translated as "spilt milk". HY's maidenhood (つω⊂* ) 😀[]Continuing from [1], the author refers to Helian Qing as, Qing Gege(Princess Qing) like Qing'er from "My fair Princess". This is also a homophone as, Qing Gege (格格-princess) sounds like Qing Gege (哥哥-big brother) note: big brother here is closer to Oppa, in Korean than brother in English[]So our dear author likes wordplay, it seems. If anyone knows more about "咸鱼干/闲鱼干" tell me 🙂[]PS: This chapter was too much for my poor pooped-out little heart. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) []current iana: - damn, old me was chatty (/▽\)


Han Yang lowered his head slightly at the feeling of Helian Qing's fingers moving through his hair. The man's movements were not very skilled, but they were surprisingly gentle.

]咸鱼干: xián yú gān: lit. Dried salted fish. Meaning: 1. Someone uninterested/unmotivated/idle/goalless/lazy/likes to procrastinate; 2. A dead person/body; 3. Part of an idiom that refers to someone who made a comeback/had a change of fortune; AND 4. A homonym/homophone for a term that also means: freelancer.[]闲鱼: xián yú: lit. Free fish (xián also means idle) Meanings: 1. Freelancer: 2. Idle person; (PS 干-gān also means do/work as well as dry)[]When HLQ called him "dried salted fish" I believe he meant "freelancer" however Han Yang thought he meant "do-nothing or its variants" hence his offence. Maybe... HLQ meant dead body too, for our very often absent-minded one who BSOD after a kiss 🙃[]Anyway, the author nicknamed Han Yang, Little Saltfish (小咸鱼干) she left the "干" which I didn't see used with the slang "咸鱼", but I noticed it with "闲鱼" so I'm assuming it's to imply the freelancer double meaning. Han Yang is a freelancer after all~[] 撩火吗: liáo huǒ: lit. Stir/provoke a fire/heat. Aka, arouse his desires 😏 [] 泼出去的水: pō chū qù de shuǐ: lit. spilt water. Meaning: something that can't be gotten back. Translated as "spilt milk". HY's maidenhood (つω⊂* ) 😀[]Continuing from [1], the author refers to Helian Qing as, Qing Gege(Princess Qing) like Qing'er from "My fair Princess". This is also a homophone as, Qing Gege (格格-princess) sounds like Qing Gege (哥哥-big brother) note: big brother here is closer to Oppa, in Korean than brother in English[]So our dear author likes wordplay, it seems. If anyone knows more about "咸鱼干/闲鱼干" tell me 🙂[]PS: This chapter was too much for my poor pooped-out little heart. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) []current iana: - damn, old me was chatty (/▽\)

This time, this kiss, compared to their first as well as the one not too long ago, was even more gentle.

Staring at the main culprit of his plight sleeping sweetly, he rolled his eyes, then cursed, "You little brat."

At that, Han Yang wanted to go back in time and take his step forward back, with this person who is incapable of getting along with properly.

During his bath, he thought about a lot. His interactions with that man during those past few days, all played back in his mind, ultimately ending on the static scene of that man watching over him from his bedside while he was ill and still in the hospital.

Rolling himself over, and under the cover of darkness, Han Yang kissed Helian Qing's chin before quickly turning his back towards the man again, then muttered, "Goodnight."

"...You're the salted fish." Han Yang muttered after he left, unable to stop him himself from smiling afterwards.


Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?

Han Yang made his way to the other man, who pulled him to sit on his lap. Stirring for a bit, Helian Qing snaked his hand around the wriggling man's waist, warning, "Don't move, or do you want to stoke the fire"

This is really nice, he thought.

Helian Qing was stunned, gazing at Han Yang without uttering a sound.

After drying the boy's hair, Helian Qing patted him to let him know he could stand up, so he himself could as well, in order to go put the dryer away.

Chapter Fourteen


Han Yang confessed in his heart.

Turning his head around, Han Yang saw Helian Qing had already finished his bath and was now leant against the doorframe of the bedroom, looking at him. Getting up at once, Han Yang intended to find some clothes for after his bath. Passing by Helian Qing to do so, he was suddenly pulled to a stop.

Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?

That very night, as Han Yang slept, Helian Qing on the other hand, suffered from insomnia.

His head rose to look at Helian Qing, whose hand rested on his shoulder, and whose head was lowered.

Snorting out a laugh, Helian Qing used the hand he had placed at the boy's nape to caress the skin there, while the other made its way to the hem of the younger man's shirt before slipping inside.

"Oh, okay." Han Yang went for his clothes then headed for his bath.

As he said those words, Han Yang looked directly at Helian Qing, however his ears were already flushed red from root to tip.


After drying the boy's hair, Helian Qing patted him to let him know he could stand up, so he himself could as well, in order to go put the dryer away.

Han Yang lifted his head to look at the man just as he continued, "If you want to, then how about we start with love first, okay?"

During his bath, he thought about a lot. His interactions with that man during those past few days, all played back in his mind, ultimately ending on the static scene of that man watching over him from his bedside while he was ill and still in the hospital.

Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.

Helian Qing, "You want to be friendsT/n: The phrase for "friends" he used here literally means: looking for companionship/friendship like a "friend request" but it's also slang for asking someone out. So, Han Yang heard "...wanna be friends?" While HLQ meant " ...wanna be my boyfriend/date?":)?"

Staring on at the man's back, Han Yang called out, "Helian Qing."

Even just a while ago, the younger man was still being difficult, but now he had suddenly become so agreeable, abruptly putting him at a complete loss.

"Ah!" The sudden loss of balance made him cry out, his hands immediately grasping beside him, grabbing that thing—that is, the clothes covering Helian Qing's abdomen—for support.


Staring on at the man's back, Han Yang called out, "Helian Qing."

"Ah!" The sudden loss of balance made him cry out, his hands immediately grasping beside him, grabbing that thing—that is, the clothes covering Helian Qing's abdomen—for support.

Han Yang was not an indecisive person. For some matters, he would avoid pointlessly dwelling on them and move on. But with others, he would choose to face them head on, and in such situations, he would also take the initiative to make the first step.

Han Yang made his way to the other man, who pulled him to sit on his lap. Stirring for a bit, Helian Qing snaked his hand around the wriggling man's waist, warning, "Don't move, or do you want to stoke the fire"

From the beginning, he really did not expect Helian Qing to stop, but when he thought about it for a bit, it did not seem that unexpected.

Placing Han Yang on the living room sofa, Helian Qing took advantage of the chance before him. Resting a hand on the boy's cheek whilst the other cupped the opposite side of his face before trailing downwards, little by little, fingers skimming over his skin.


Helian Qing looked back at him, "?"

In addition to that, some things were inevitable no matter what. The only difference was when, and nothing more.


"Let's..." Han Yang sucked in a breath, tossed all caution to the wind, and said, "Let's try it."

Han Yang lowered his head slightly at the feeling of Helian Qing's fingers moving through his hair. The man's movements were not very skilled, but they were surprisingly gentle.

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

"Well, that's a pity, because I took your words quite seriously." Helian Qing, not one bit dissuaded, kept on embracing the smaller man as he walked, "And satisfying their wife, is a husband's duty."

Using his tongue, Helian Qing pried open Han Yang's jaw, then felt his way forward until he hooked the boy's tongue with his own, entangling them.

When he felt the blow-dryer in his hand being taken away, Han Yang looked up to see Helian Qing had already stood up and was now putting the dryer aside, then said, "Go take your bath."


Helian Qing was stunned, gazing at Han Yang without uttering a sound.

"Help me blow-dry my hair first." Helian Qing lead him inside. He then sat him down on a chair beside a table where a blow-dryer laid on top.

This singular action, made Han Yang suck in a cold gulp of air, then fiercely shut his eyes as he felt his ear go numb—no, it was actually his entire body that went numb.

"Mn?" Helian Qing's hand stopped on his clavicle, encircling his thumb over that graceful curve, caressing it.

"What is it?" Han Yang asked.

Helian Qing's hand came to a sudden halt, with him pulling out a Helian style taunt, as only he can, "I'm not so hungry that I go for a piece of dried salted fish experiencing his heat."


With that first sentence said, Han Yang found the rest was a lot easier to say, so he continued, "When I was in the shower just now, I thought about our situation for a while. I... I've never been in love, so I don't really know how to do it, but I'm willing to give it a try. If you're willing to give it try too... then we can both get along nicely, yeah?"

Rolling himself over, and under the cover of darkness, Han Yang kissed Helian Qing's chin before quickly turning his back towards the man again, then muttered, "Goodnight."


As he said those words, Han Yang looked directly at Helian Qing, however his ears were already flushed red from root to tip.

With no intense demand, neither any form of compulsion, exuded from him, as the man simply brushed his lips against his own. The touch once again creating that irresistible temperature, it's chasteness again warming his heart.


During his bath, he thought about a lot. His interactions with that man during those past few days, all played back in his mind, ultimately ending on the static scene of that man watching over him from his bedside while he was ill and still in the hospital.

Just this and you're so much more obedient. Since you talk so much nonsense I might as well use this method. Helian Qing thought to himself.


He even discovered that man's appearance made him hard to resist.

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

The shocked man had definitely heard Han Yang's words, it was just, he had never fathomed that boy would suddenly say such things.

Placing Han Yang on the living room sofa, Helian Qing took advantage of the chance before him. Resting a hand on the boy's cheek whilst the other cupped the opposite side of his face before trailing downwards, little by little, fingers skimming over his skin.


Han Yang was not an indecisive person. For some matters, he would avoid pointlessly dwelling on them and move on. But with others, he would choose to face them head on, and in such situations, he would also take the initiative to make the first step.

He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.

It was all simply just...

Helian Qing looked back at him, "?"


Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.

"Do you know what they say about spilt milk?" Helian Qing approached him, stood before him, both of their eyes now locking with one another's.


"Did you hear what I said?" Han Yang saw the man just staring at him fixedly, not even answering his question.

He even discovered that man's appearance made him hard to resist.

"What!" Han Yang's face burst into a blush at those words, "Stop messing around and just put me down first—"

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

"Help me blow-dry my hair first." Helian Qing lead him inside. He then sat him down on a chair beside a table where a blow-dryer laid on top.

As he said those words, Han Yang looked directly at Helian Qing, however his ears were already flushed red from root to tip.


The shocked man had definitely heard Han Yang's words, it was just, he had never fathomed that boy would suddenly say such things.

At that, Han Yang wanted to go back in time and take his step forward back, with this person who is incapable of getting along with properly.


From the instant he chose to employ such a compulsive method to bind Han Yang, he had prepared himself to fight in a prolonged war. He had no idea that on this very day, Han Yang would utter the phrase "Let's try it" to him.

Leaning back on the sofa, Han Yang's eyes still had in them a bit of vacancy, his lips and neck marked with traces of red that gave him a tingling sensation, all of it proof of what Helian Qing had just done. He then turned to see Helian Qing sitting beside him, undoing his own cuffs, "You..."

Han Yang confessed in his heart.

Han Yang lowered his head slightly at the feeling of Helian Qing's fingers moving through his hair. The man's movements were not very skilled, but they were surprisingly gentle.

"Let's..." Han Yang sucked in a breath, tossed all caution to the wind, and said, "Let's try it."

He finally said it, Helian Qing thought to himself.

Han Yang, a bit taken aback, hurried to explain what he had meant, "I said it offhandedly, you shouldn't take it seriously, so just hurry up and put me down!" Wriggling as he spoke to get out of the other man's arms since, as a man himself, being in a princess hold was simply too embarrassing.

Helian Qing, "..."


Even just a while ago, the younger man was still being difficult, but now he had suddenly become so agreeable, abruptly putting him at a complete loss.

From the beginning, he really did not expect Helian Qing to stop, but when he thought about it for a bit, it did not seem that unexpected.


It was all simply just...

Instead, Helian Qing had chosen the same action as he had earlier, lowering his head, then using his lips to smother the lad's. With this kiss, Han Yang again froze in the man's arms, his flabbergasted state allowing the man to carry his now unmoving form.

Actually, from the start, Han Yang had mentally prepared himself for this. Just as Helian Qing had said, they were now in a lawful relationship and whatever they did, it was all completely normal.

There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.

With his back tightly pressed against the couch, Han Yang felt a lingering electrical tingle in the places where Helian Qing's fingers slid, the sensation causing the fine hairs lining his skin to stand on end.

When they went to bed, Han Yang called softly, "Helian Qing."


Helian Qing, "You want to be friendsT/n: The phrase for "friends" he used here literally means: looking for companionship/friendship like a "friend request" but it's also slang for asking someone out. So, Han Yang heard "...wanna be friends?" While HLQ meant " ...wanna be my boyfriend/date?":)?"

"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" Helian Qing's voice sounded behind him.

That very night, as Han Yang slept, Helian Qing on the other hand, suffered from insomnia.

Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"

Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

Leaning back on the sofa, Han Yang's eyes still had in them a bit of vacancy, his lips and neck marked with traces of red that gave him a tingling sensation, all of it proof of what Helian Qing had just done. He then turned to see Helian Qing sitting beside him, undoing his own cuffs, "You..."

Han Yang lowered his head slightly at the feeling of Helian Qing's fingers moving through his hair. The man's movements were not very skilled, but they were surprisingly gentle.

Thinking such thoughts, he could not help but look forward to the many years they had ahead.


Han Yang, "..."

For although Helian Qing's speech was quite harsh, from the start he was given time to adjust. In fact, from day one, Helian Qing had indulged him. This includes the situation just a moment ago where he did not force him.


At that, Han Yang wanted to go back in time and take his step forward back, with this person who is incapable of getting along with properly.

Placing Han Yang on the living room sofa, Helian Qing took advantage of the chance before him. Resting a hand on the boy's cheek whilst the other cupped the opposite side of his face before trailing downwards, little by little, fingers skimming over his skin.

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

"Well, that's a pity, because I took your words quite seriously." Helian Qing, not one bit dissuaded, kept on embracing the smaller man as he walked, "And satisfying their wife, is a husband's duty."

That organ "pitter-pattered" as it skipped, causing a strange, yet happy, thumping that was intense, yet filled with nervousness. It was the sort of feeling where his heart could be likened to a blossoming little flower, and Helian Qing was the rays of sunshine that entered to shine over it.

"...You're the salted fish." Han Yang muttered after he left, unable to stop him himself from smiling afterwards.

After he was done bathing, Han Yang returned to find Helian Qing leaning back on the chair, reading a magazine. Upon noticing his return, that man put the magazine aside before beckoning him with a wave, "Come here."

Those two contradicting thoughts entwined with one another, leaving him at a loss at which was right. Thus, all he could do was to remain pasted against the sofa, rigidly bracing himself as his arms, resting at his sides, unconsciously tightened themselves into a fist.


"...You're acting as if I hadn't said what I said correctly." Rolling his eyes internally, Han Yang decided to broach the topic again later.

As he said those words, Han Yang looked directly at Helian Qing, however his ears were already flushed red from root to tip.

"...You're acting as if I hadn't said what I said correctly." Rolling his eyes internally, Han Yang decided to broach the topic again later.

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.


"Do you know what they say about spilt milk[3]?" Helian Qing approached him, stood before him, both of their eyes now locking with one another's.

Staring at the main culprit of his plight sleeping sweetly, he rolled his eyes, then cursed, "You little brat."

"What are you doing?" Han Yang asked as he looked at the man in astonishment, "Put me down."

"Do you want to suffocate? Breathe." Nibbling on Han Yang's lower lip, Helian Qing reminded him to take a breath.

Helian Qing, "Mn?"

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.


There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.

That organ "pitter-pattered" as it skipped, causing a strange, yet happy, thumping that was intense, yet filled with nervousness. It was the sort of feeling where his heart could be likened to a blossoming little flower, and Helian Qing was the rays of sunshine that entered to shine over it.

The shocked man had definitely heard Han Yang's words, it was just, he had never fathomed that boy would suddenly say such things.

"Do you know what they say about spilt milk?" Helian Qing approached him, stood before him, both of their eyes now locking with one another's.

He could even hear his own heart pounding away like a drum.

With that, his hand resting on Han Yang's cheek, gently turned the lad's face, as he moved closer to capture the other's lips with a kiss.

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

"Do you want to suffocate? Breathe." Nibbling on Han Yang's lower lip, Helian Qing reminded him to take a breath.


He finally said it, Helian Qing thought to himself.

His head rose to look at Helian Qing, whose hand rested on his shoulder, and whose head was lowered.


"Han Yang." His tone was soft, the lightness of his voice was enough to allow a person's heart to become filled with tenderness.

Han Yang again, did not utter a sound, so Helian Qing asked, "What's the matter now?"


Han Yang lifted his head to look at the man just as he continued, "If you want to, then how about we start with love first, okay?"

"What!" Han Yang's face burst into a blush at those words, "Stop messing around and just put me down first—"

Han Yang, a bit taken aback, hurried to explain what he had meant, "I said it offhandedly, you shouldn't take it seriously, so just hurry up and put me down!" Wriggling as he spoke to get out of the other man's arms since, as a man himself, being in a princess hold was simply too embarrassing.

Those two contradicting thoughts entwined with one another, leaving him at a loss at which was right. Thus, all he could do was to remain pasted against the sofa, rigidly bracing himself as his arms, resting at his sides, unconsciously tightened themselves into a fist.


Having already prepared himself for Helian Qing to use his cutting manner of speaking, he had never expected the sentence that awaited him to be one like that, such gentleness was inconceivable.

"Let's..." Han Yang sucked in a breath, tossed all caution to the wind, and said, "Let's try it."

Helian Qing, "You want to be friendsT/n: The phrase for "friends" he used here literally means: looking for companionship/friendship like a "friend request" but it's also slang for asking someone out. So, Han Yang heard "...wanna be friends?" While HLQ meant " ...wanna be my boyfriend/date?":)?"

This time, this kiss, compared to their first as well as the one not too long ago, was even more gentle.

Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?

Helian Qing, "You want to be friendsT/n: The phrase for "friends" he used here literally means: looking for companionship/friendship like a "friend request" but it's also slang for asking someone out. So, Han Yang heard "...wanna be friends?" While HLQ meant " ...wanna be my boyfriend/date?":)?"


His head rose to look at Helian Qing, whose hand rested on his shoulder, and whose head was lowered.

Chapter Fourteen


With no intense demand, neither any form of compulsion, exuded from him, as the man simply brushed his lips against his own. The touch once again creating that irresistible temperature, it's chasteness again warming his heart.

Perhaps that, seemingly hard to get along with, man's heart was actually really gentle, yeah?

"We're... this is too fast..." Han Yang said bluntly.

Han Yang made his way to the other man, who pulled him to sit on his lap. Stirring for a bit, Helian Qing snaked his hand around the wriggling man's waist, warning, "Don't move, or do you want to stoke the fire"


That organ "pitter-pattered" as it skipped, causing a strange, yet happy, thumping that was intense, yet filled with nervousness. It was the sort of feeling where his heart could be likened to a blossoming little flower, and Helian Qing was the rays of sunshine that entered to shine over it.

From the instant he chose to employ such a compulsive method to bind Han Yang, he had prepared himself to fight in a prolonged war. He had no idea that on this very day, Han Yang would utter the phrase "Let's try it" to him.

"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" Helian Qing's voice sounded behind him.

Since Helian Qing's hair was not that long, it had dried rather quickly. So, when he had to turn off the dryer, Han Yang was a bit reluctant to part with it. This was, after all, his first time helping someone else blow-dry their hair. The feeling it gave him was kind of phenomenal, especially when the follicles slid over his palm, the sensation similar to a feather tickling inside his chest.

Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.

That very night, as Han Yang slept, Helian Qing on the other hand, suffered from insomnia.


Han Yang then, of his own accord, reached his arms to wrap them around Helian Qing's back, burying his face in the crux of the taller man's neck.

Since Helian Qing's hair was not that long, it had dried rather quickly. So, when he had to turn off the dryer, Han Yang was a bit reluctant to part with it. This was, after all, his first time helping someone else blow-dry their hair. The feeling it gave him was kind of phenomenal, especially when the follicles slid over his palm, the sensation similar to a feather tickling inside his chest.

Instead, Helian Qing had chosen the same action as he had earlier, lowering his head, then using his lips to smother the lad's. With this kiss, Han Yang again froze in the man's arms, his flabbergasted state allowing the man to carry his now unmoving form.

During his bath, he thought about a lot. His interactions with that man during those past few days, all played back in his mind, ultimately ending on the static scene of that man watching over him from his bedside while he was ill and still in the hospital.

His head rose to look at Helian Qing, whose hand rested on his shoulder, and whose head was lowered.

"Ah!" The sudden loss of balance made him cry out, his hands immediately grasping beside him, grabbing that thing—that is, the clothes covering Helian Qing's abdomen—for support.

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"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" Helian Qing's voice sounded behind him.


This is really nice, he thought.

But regardless of how he normally appears, at his current appearance, Han Yang could not help but admit that Helian Qing was an incredibly attractive man.

This is really nice, he thought.

...You're not going to continue? Is what Han Yang really wanted to ask, but he could not bring himself to say the words out loud, though his expression already said it all.


When they went to bed, Han Yang called softly, "Helian Qing."

Han Yang lamented in his heart, yet still compliantly sat, no longer moving about.

He finally said it, Helian Qing thought to himself.

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.

Hence, him choosing to say those things to Helian Qing, and now that they were declared, he noticed that it had not been so difficult after all.

"Han Yang." His tone was soft, the lightness of his voice was enough to allow a person's heart to become filled with tenderness.

This is really nice, he thought.

The shocked man had definitely heard Han Yang's words, it was just, he had never fathomed that boy would suddenly say such things.


Helian Qing, "Mn?"

However, he absolutely never imagined, Helian Qing would stop.

Han Yang, "..." Who's a salted fish, huh!!!

"What is it?" Han Yang asked.

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

Han Yang was someone who had never been in love, as a matter of fact, he had never even liked anyone. So presently, such intimate touches between him and another person, was something he had never before experienced. They made him to feel nervous and embarrassed beyond belief, but apart from those, his innermost being was somewhat curious of those things that had never been touched.


Han Yang again, did not utter a sound, so Helian Qing asked, "What's the matter now?"

Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.

Han Yang confessed in his heart.

Placing Han Yang on the living room sofa, Helian Qing took advantage of the chance before him. Resting a hand on the boy's cheek whilst the other cupped the opposite side of his face before trailing downwards, little by little, fingers skimming over his skin.

Helian Qing, "..."

"Too fast? Did you forget what kind of relationship we have?" Helian Qing lowered his head, gradually drawing closer to the boy, burying his face beside his ear. Then, using his lips, he softly caressed the boy's auricle before parting them to capture it, sweeping his tongue across its outline, making it moist.

Han Yang made his way to the other man, who pulled him to sit on his lap. Stirring for a bit, Helian Qing snaked his hand around the wriggling man's waist, warning, "Don't move, or do you want to stoke the fire"

Sensing his anxiety, Helian Qing released the reddened lobe being drawn between his lips, his voice hushed as he coaxed, "Relax a bit."


Rolling himself over, and under the cover of darkness, Han Yang kissed Helian Qing's chin before quickly turning his back towards the man again, then muttered, "Goodnight."

Helian Qing, "..."

"...You're acting as if I hadn't said what I said correctly." Rolling his eyes internally, Han Yang decided to broach the topic again later.

Helian Qing's hand came to a sudden halt, with him pulling out a Helian style taunt, as only he can, "I'm not so hungry that I go for a piece of dried salted fish experiencing his heat."

Using his tongue, Helian Qing pried open Han Yang's jaw, then felt his way forward until he hooked the boy's tongue with his own, entangling them.

Han Yang lifted his head to look at the man just as he continued, "If you want to, then how about we start with love first, okay?"


Helian Qing, "..."

His movements were very tender. The kind of tenderness that gave a person a cherished feeling, the kind that made Han Yang's head go blank, as he could only passively follow the man in their dance.

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.

Also, Helian Qing normally wore his hair combed back, giving him a cold, hardened look, and made his entire being come off as a person very hard to approach. But after his hair was blown dry, every one of his strands obediently hung down, softening his look, making him appear a lot more gentle, and even seem a few years younger.

"Well, that's a pity, because I took your words quite seriously." Helian Qing, not one bit dissuaded, kept on embracing the smaller man as he walked, "And satisfying their wife, is a husband's duty."

"Let's..." Han Yang sucked in a breath, tossed all caution to the wind, and said, "Let's try it."

Helian Qing in turn looked at him, "Mn?"

If he had originally gotten to know Helian Qing for another reason than the debt, he might have found him attractive then too.


That very night, as Han Yang slept, Helian Qing on the other hand, suffered from insomnia.

He finally said it, Helian Qing thought to himself.

"What are you doing?" Han Yang asked as he looked at the man in astonishment, "Put me down."

Finally back at the apartment, Han Yang bent down in the entryway to remove his shoes. A click from the now closed door sounded behind him, but before he was able to properly remove a single shoe, he was suddenly scooped into Helian Qing's embrace from behind.

This is really nice, he thought.

With that first sentence said, Han Yang found the rest was a lot easier to say, so he continued, "When I was in the shower just now, I thought about our situation for a while. I... I've never been in love, so I don't really know how to do it, but I'm willing to give it a try. If you're willing to give it try too... then we can both get along nicely, yeah?"

"Mn?" Helian Qing's hand stopped on his clavicle, encircling his thumb over that graceful curve, caressing it.

Even just a while ago, the younger man was still being difficult, but now he had suddenly become so agreeable, abruptly putting him at a complete loss.


Staring at the main culprit of his plight sleeping sweetly, he rolled his eyes, then cursed, "You little brat."

There was more than five inches of height between them, so when Helian Qing lowered his head, he saw the whirl at the top of Han Yang's. His hand then lifted to stroke the shorter man's hair, the tresses were so soft it made him not want to let them go, just like Han Yang's heart.

When they went to bed, Han Yang called softly, "Helian Qing."

With that, his hand resting on Han Yang's cheek, gently turned the lad's face, as he moved closer to capture the other's lips with a kiss.


Author's Note:

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Notes:

^1.]咸鱼干: xián yú gān: lit. Dried salted fish. Meaning: 1. Someone uninterested/unmotivated/idle/goalless/lazy/likes to procrastinate; 2. A dead person/body; 3. Part of an idiom that refers to someone who made a comeback/had a change of fortune; AND 4. A homonym/homophone for a term that also means: freelancer.

闲鱼: xián yú: lit. Free fish (xián also means idle) Meanings: 1. Freelancer: 2. Idle person; (PS 干-gān also means do/work as well as dry)

When HLQ called him "dried salted fish" I believe he meant "freelancer" however Han Yang thought he meant "do-nothing or its variants" hence his offence. {Maybe... HLQ meant dead body too, for our very often absent-minded one who BSOD after a kiss 🙃}

Anyway, the author nicknamed Han Yang, Little Saltfish (小咸鱼干) she left the "干" which I didn't see used with the slang "咸鱼", but I noticed it with "闲鱼" so I'm assuming it's to imply the freelancer double meaning. Han Yang is a freelancer after all~

^2. 撩火吗: liáo huǒ: lit. Stir/provoke a fire/heat. Aka, arouse his desires 😏

^3. 泼出去的水: pō chū qù de shuǐ: lit. spilt water. Meaning: something that can't be gotten back. Translated as "spilt milk". {HY's maidenhood (つω⊂}* ) 😀

Continuing from [1], the author refers to Helian Qing as, Qing Gege(Princess Qing) like Qing'er from "My fair Princess". This is also a homophone as, Qing Gege (格格-princess) sounds like Qing Gege (哥哥-big brother) {note: big brother here is closer to Oppa, in Korean than brother in English}

So our dear author likes wordplay, it seems. If anyone knows more about "咸鱼干/闲鱼干" tell me 🙂

PS: This chapter was too much for my poor pooped-out little heart. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

current iana: - damn, old me was chatty (/▽\)


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