TSBIR Chapter 39
by VolareThe next day, Shen Xingyang returned home, feeling a little uncomfortable looking at the empty house.
He seemed to have gotten used to Song Yichen’s presence. His sudden absence made him quite unaccustomed.
After dinner, he continued to call Song Yichen from his room, but no one answered.
Frustrated, he put his phone aside. Song Yichen actually wasn’t answering his calls.
It had only been two days, and he had already forgotten him? Shen Xingyang sulked for a while, then picked up his phone again, but before he could dial, Song Yichen’s call came.
Before he could say anything, he heard Song Yichen panting, telling him to go to the window.
Shen Xingyang walked to the window in confusion. In an instant, fireworks went off, a dazzling sight before his eyes, but the first thing Shen Xingyang saw was Song Yichen below the fireworks.
Shen Xingyang happily ran downstairs, rushing into Song Yichen’s arms.
Seeing him run so fast, Song Yichen was afraid he wouldn’t be able to catch him, so he took a few steps forward and steadily embraced Shen Xingyang.
“I can see it, my boyfriend really missed me.”
Song Yichen smiled sweetly, as if the fireworks in the sky behind him were not as good as Song Yichen’s smile at this moment.
Shen Xingyang didn’t answer him, he wrapped his arms around Song Yichen’s neck and kissed him on tiptoe.
Song Yichen lowered his head, bent over, and Shen Xingyang’s feet also lowered to the ground.
A long time passed, the fireworks had stopped, and Song Yichen finally let go of Shen Xingyang, whose face was flushed.
“Weren’t you supposed to be gone for two more days?”
Shen Xingyang asked Song Yichen, panting.
Song Yichen pinched Shen Xingyang’s cheek and helped him catch his breath.
“I was originally planning to rest for two more days before coming back, but seeing how much you missed me, I came back early.”
Hearing this, Shen Xingyang noticed the bloodshot eyes in Song Yichen’s eyes. It took a day to fly from City S to here, plus his lecture, Song Yichen probably rushed back as soon as he finished the lecture.
Shen Xingyang only felt warmth in his heart. Meeting Song Yichen was his greatest luck.
“Song Yichen, you’re so good, I can’t live without you.”
When Shen Xingyang said this, he subconsciously held Song Yichen’s hand tighter. He really wanted time to stop at this moment, so that no one could disturb their happiness.
Yin Yan watched the two from the side, his hands clenched tightly into fists. He saw the most desired look in Shen Xingyang’s eyes.
Shen Xingyang had never looked at him like that, with such affectionate eyes.
He even couldn’t bear to break Shen Xingyang’s smile at this moment. It turned out that he had never really made Shen Xingyang happy before.
Yin Yan clenched his fists, suppressed the urge to step forward, and silently turned and left, sooner or later, Shen Xingyang would return to his side.
Shen Xingyang and Song Yichen didn’t stay outside for too long and returned home shortly after.
Song Yichen seemed tireless, wanting to kiss Shen Xingyang all the time, as if no amount of kissing was enough.
Helpless, Shen Xingyang could only let Song Yichen do as he pleased. Finally, Song Yichen kissed his fill before reluctantly letting him go.
Song Yichen hadn’t eaten much because of the flight, and only after Shen Xingyang kept persuading him did Song Yichen reluctantly go to eat.
Shen Xingyang sat on the sofa playing with his phone, waiting for Song Yichen, occasionally saying a few words.
Suddenly, Shen Xingyang thought of something and turned off the TV.
“You eat first, I’m going to take a shower.”
Shen Xingyang walked to Song Yichen’s side, leaned over and said a word to Song Yichen before returning to his room.
Song Yichen nodded, without saying anything.
After Song Yichen finished eating, he went back to the room, only to see Shen Xingyang in his bed.
He smiled and stepped forward: “So self-aware, Shen Xingyang.”
Song Yichen leaned down and kissed Shen Xingyang: “Are you cold? Why is the quilt pulled up so high?”
As he spoke, Song Yichen gently pulled the quilt down a little. Shen Xingyang didn’t stop him, but blinked at Song Yichen.
Only then did Song Yichen realize that Shen Xingyang wasn’t wearing any clothes, and he quickly covered him back up with the quilt.
“You’re bleeding from your nose.”
Shen Xingyang quickly got up, preparing to pinch Song Yichen’s nose, but Song Yichen wrapped Shen Xingyang in the quilt.
“Don’t move, stay covered.”
After Song Yichen finished speaking, he went to the bathroom to wash up.
Soon, he came out, he grabbed a set of his own clothes at random.
“Put these clothes on.”
Shen Xingyang was a little surprised, he didn’t expect Song Yichen to react like this.
After thinking for a while, Shen Xingyang still crawled out and hugged Song Yichen.
“Didn’t we agree?”
Song Yichen was about to lose his self-control. He endured and took the clothes over, putting them on Shen Xingyang little by little.
Only after seeing Shen Xingyang put on his clothes did he hug him again.
“Shen Xingyang, ah, Shen Xingyang, you are challenging my self-control.”
As he spoke, Song Yichen kissed Shen Xingyang’s neck.
“Shen Xingyang, I can’t bear to.”
Song Yichen whispered close to Shen Xingyang’s ear, because of the restraint, the veins on his neck were very obvious, looking like he had endured to the extreme.
“Song Yichen, I don’t want to see you suffer.”
Shen Xingyang didn’t want Song Yichen to always accommodate him in their relationship, he also wanted to love Song Yichen without any worries.
“My birthday is coming soon, we’ve waited so long, a few more days won’t make a difference. When the time comes, I won’t hold back anymore.”
Shen Xingyang’s body was recovering well, but Song Yichen still wanted to wait a little longer, wait for Shen Xingyang to recover a little more, wait for Shen Xingyang to like him a little more.
“Okay, then let’s wait until your birthday. Okay, you should rest now, you must be tired these few days.”
Shen Xingyang jumped off the bed in a few steps, and prepared to leave after saying that.
“Then I’ll go first.”
Shen Xingyang knew that if he stayed here any longer, it wouldn’t be appropriate.
Song Yichen nodded, watching Shen Xingyang leave.
Only after Shen Xingyang’s figure completely disappeared did he slump onto the bed in exhaustion.
“Song Yichen, ah, Song Yichen, what kind of gentleman are you pretending to be?”
Song Yichen regretted it a little, he shouldn’t have let Shen Xingyang leave.
As soon as Shen Xingyang returned to his room, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, panting. He didn’t expect Song Yichen to say those words.
Qi Zhe was right, love is respect, he really felt Song Yichen’s respect and restraint.
He covered his face and squatted down, leaning against the door.
“Shen Xingyang, you’re really done for this time.”
He felt that he really couldn’t live without Song Yichen, how could Song Yichen be so good.