Don't be a Kept Man

Chapter 120: The Laughing Stock of a Family With the Surname Wen

So does that mean that he was jealous or was he not?

Bai Yang had no time to ponder on the question as the very next second he was pushed up against the wall by Wen Chuo and kissed until he was out of breath. That long intimate kiss brought about a petulant flavour, someone trying to prove that he was not what the other said he was, aggressive and dominant, so much to the point that Bai Yang's tongue was tingling with the feeling of a numbing pain.

His eyes and face trembled slightly but Bai Yang followed along to accept it, not pushing Wen Chuo away. When Wen Chuo finally stopped, only then did he pat his back in a comforting stance, and the normally pale lips of Bai Yang were so red it felt like they could start dripping blood at any second.

Maybe it was his imagination, but Bai Yang seemed to have smiled briefly.

Wen Chuo stared at him, doubting his eyes,

"What are you smiling for?"

Bai Yang: "Happy."

And then pushed him away, walking to the bedroom to grab a set of pyjamas. As like normal, he went into the bathroom to wash up as Wen Chuo was frozen in shock, still in his original spot, unable to think of what made him so happy.

When it was time for bed, Bai Yang had already laid down as Wen Chuo took a long time in the bathroom before dilly dallying to get on the bed. Even then, Wen Chuo flipped over and around like he was a pancake being flipped, unable to sleep, having that bit of an......unsatiated feeling of arousal.

Bai Yang could feel that burning heat from the body behind him and he hesitated before reaching up with his hand. Yet it was blocked by Wen Chuo in midair and stuffed back under the blankets.

Days and nights of being together, and the young man in front of his eyes was still the same as always. Wen Chuo had never felt anything before, but perhaps it was because his inner mindset had changed that everything looked so different. There were some things that could not be held back naturally.

He let go of Bai Yang's hands and didn't hug him anymore. But the other moved and, out of habit, leaned into his embrace. There was a faint freshly showered smell emitting from Bai Yang's body, and the slight amount of skin exposed was slightly cold and smooth, as like delicate jade stones.

Wen Chuo slowly exhaled, feeling that for all that he himself had to endure at such a young, young age, it was quite hard. He flipped off the blankets and quietly left the bed to the washroom. When he returned, it looked like Bai Yang had woken up some time ago and was sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

There was a slight damp air emitting from his body, icy cold, as if he had just taken a shower. Borrowing the moonlight shining in from the window to look at him, his face was handsome, and when he was not speaking, the flirtatiousness about him was toned down a bit. Only the smile in his eyes was still so seductive and mesmerizing.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Wen Chuo walked closer and flipped open the blankets. That cold air around him was even more evident. Bai Yang blinked, as if a bit tired, but for some reason, he lowered his head to unbutton his shirt. He took off his clothes and folded them well, before putting them neatly by the pillows. Only then did he lie down.

Wen Chuo: "......"

He was a bit dumbfounded and didn't move for a while. Bai Yang covered himself up nice and tight, only revealing his dark, inky black hair. Then, underneath the blankets, he grasped onto Wen Chuo's slightly cold hands and placed them on himself.

Still so skinny, almost terrifying with the feeling of bones just underneath.

Bai Yang had a very limited understanding of these things, so there were no other movements from him after. At this time, only the light sound of his breathing could be heard. Wen Chuo lay down, for the first time in his life feeling a bit conflicted and wanting to back out. He knew that these things for the bottom were not good on their body. And in the end, he still couldn't do it.