Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

Chapter 87: Do You Think Shen Shimin Is Beautiful?

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Wei Qing didn’t say anything but approached him step by step. Yan Chuyang only had to step back, but what was behind him was the sofa. So he only took a few steps back and fell on the sofa.

Wei Qing silently pressed Yan Chuyang on the sofa, raised the boy’s arm, and fixed it on the armrest. Then he stared at Yan Chuyang and whispered, “Do you think Shen Shimin is beautiful?”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes blinked and he turned his head in a panic to avoid Wei Qing’s gaze. Then he mumbled, “She’s… okay.”

Wei Qing pinched Yan Chuyang’s chin and forced him to look directly at himself. “Come on, look in my eyes and say it seriously again. Do you think Shen Shimin is beautiful?”

Yan Chuyang pondered for a while before finally raising his head to reveal his dark eyes and nodding very seriously: “She’s beautiful.”

‘She has a good figure and good temperament. She is simply a goddess.’

Wei Qing’s eyes darkened and the temperature around him dropped to zero instantly.

Yan Chuyang blinked, “I’ve explained everything clearly. I didn’t deliberately hug her. Can you let me go now?”

“Huh,” Wei Qing sneered and touched Yan Chuyang’s smooth face. “Do you think I will let you go?”

Yan Chuyang frowned, “What do you mean?”

Wei Qing lowered his head and kissed the boy’s white neck. He asked softly, “What time is it now?”

Yan Chuyang looked up at the clock on the wall opposite him. “Three o’clock in the morning.”

Wei Qing opened the collar of the boy’s pure white pajamas, licked his collarbone, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you have class tomorrow?”

Yan Chuyang trembled because of Wei Qing’s hot breath. Ten he said softly, “No class in the morning, but one in the afternoon.”

“That’s good,” Wei Qing raised his head from the boy’s neck and stared at Yan Chuyang’s eyes. “Tomorrow morning, you can stay home and sleep.”

Yan Chuyang frowned, “Why do I need to sleep at home in the morning?”

Wei Qing pinched his chin, “Because you have to stay up late tonight.”

Yan Chuyang became nervous. “What do you want to do?”

Wei Qing smiled, raised his head, and kissed the boy’s lips. He said softly, “I can’t hold it in anymore. I want to kiss you now, hug you, touch you.”

Yan Chuyang struggled and whispered, “It’s already midnight. Why are you so sudden?”

“It’s not so sudden,” Wei Qing bit Yan Chuyang’s nose. “Didn’t you think Shen Shimin is beautiful? Don’t you like to hug people? Then I will hug you well.”

Yan Chuyang was confused, ‘What does this have to do with Shen Shimin?’

Wei Qing didn’t say anything, directly grabbed Yan Chuyang’s waist, and fiercely picked him up.

“Hey!” Yan Chuyang was so scared that he hugged Wei Qing’s neck, “Where are we going?”

Wei Qing humphed and said with a faint smile, “Go to our wedding room.”

In the darkness, Wei Qing’s eyes were dark and his facial features were so deep and sexy that Yan Chuyang’s heart beat faster.

Yan Chuyang was fascinated by Wei Qing’s smile and was carried into the bedroom on the first floor by Wei Qing without any resistance.

Because of an international video conference with foreign partners and the time difference, Wei Qing got up at six in the morning.

Although he only slept for two or three hours, he might have eaten the “dessert” before bed, so Wei Qing was very energetic and glowing.

After putting on his clothes, Wei Qing turned to look at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed. He smiled unconsciously, lowered his body, and kissed the boy’s forehead.

Yan Chuyang slept lightly, so after Wei Qing kissed him, he opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the person in front of him, “Hmm… Why are you up so early?”

Wei Qing nodded and moved back slightly, saying, “There is a video conference in the morning. I have to go to the company early.”

“Oh,” Yan Chuyang tilted his head, put his head into a soft pillow, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Last night, he was tormented by Wei Qing. He thought that the kissing and hugging Wei Qing was talking about was the same as before. But in fact, Wei Qing kept kissing him, and his body was almost all kissed by him except for the key parts. In addition, Wei Qing also rubbed, pinched, and bit Yan Chuyang’s skin.

In short, after half an hour, he was mentally and physically exhausted.

Wei Qing leaned down and covered the boy with the blanket. He whispered in his ear, “I’ve set the alarm clock for you. Go downstairs at nine o’clock to have breakfast, and if you still feel sleepy after eating, come back to sleep.”

Yan Chuyang frowned impatiently and covered his ears, murmuring vaguely, “I got it.”

Only then did Wei Qing turn around and go out at ease.

At nine o’clock, the alarm clock rang.

Yan Chuyang rubbed his eyes, stood up and turned off the alarm.

He wanted to continue to sleep for a while, but when he lowered his head, he suddenly saw the dazzling red dots on his shoulders. Yan Chuyang’s pupils shrunk and his drowsy consciousness instantly woke up a lot.

“Oh,” Yan Chuyang looked at the traces on his body helplessly, frowning and murmuring, “What the hell is this?”

After sitting in bed for a while, he woke up, lifted the covers and went to the bathroom.

Last night, Wei Qing used his teeth, So there are many places on his body that have broken skin and he had to wash his body.

The sound of clattering water rang out in the closed bathroom. The temperature rose and the dense water mist gathered.

Yan Chuyang was taking a shower under the shower head. A long mirror was diagonally opposite him. Although it was stained with mist, he could still vaguely see there were many small red dots on his fair and straight thighs, and even the inner thighs were no exception.

Yan Chuyang turned around in panic. His face was extremely hot like a fire was burning.

The hot water flowed down her spine and hit his shoulder blades.

Yan Chuyang took a deep breath, raised his hand to turn down the switch. There were many wounds on his shoulder blades. He could feel that there were many bruises. Wei Qing seemed to like to bite his back, so last night he kept suppressing him and kissing his back.

After a while, Yan Chuyang dismally rested his head on the cold porcelain tile and murmured with a sigh, “He is that angry?”