CH 51.2

Nothing at all?

Nothing, yet behaving so intimately.

Finding a stage, putting on a comedy? Does he think he is a fool?

[逢场作戏 féng chǎng zuò xì: lit. find a stage, put on a comedy (idiom); to join in the fun; to play along according to local conditions]

Wen Jiayu held Huo Ling's hand: "Ah Ling, I believe what you said. Since you have nothing to do with him, then I shouldn't be so stingy and not let you have dealings with him. If you go out to play later, you can also bring me... He won't be unhappy, will he?"

"No." Huo Ling said immediately.

Although he and Chu Chen hadn't been together for long, he knew that Chu Chen wouldn't be so stingy.

Moreover, why was Chu Chen angry?

He wouldn't go at all...

Wen Jiayu heard Huo Ling's answer without hesitation, and then held Huo Ling's hand tightly.

However he sneered again in his heart.

And he still said that he had nothing to do with Chu Chen? but he was so happy to make this kind of promise, didn't it mean that they would indeed play together later, and looking at it this way, Huo Ling seemed to know Chu Chen quite well...

"Oh well."

As Wen Jiayu spoke, he withdrew his hand, and his mood became obviously depressed.

Although Huo Ling was a steel straight man, he could still feel Wen Jiayu's emotional changes.

[鋼鐵直男 gāng tiě zhí nán: Steel straight man, Internet slang term refers to heterosexual men who constantly fail to grasp their female partners’ emotional needs.]

He froze for a moment and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Wen Jiayu said softly, "Do you... think I'm bad?"

"Why?" Huo Ling looked confused.

Wen Jiayu lost his mind and said: "I'm so possessive, and if there's a slight disturbance, I can't help but catch the wind (news) and wonder if you will be with others and don't want me anymore... No one else is like me... Logically speaking, I should trust you. I know you're not like that either, but I just can't help it, I'm really good or bad."

Huo Ling: "..."

Huo Ling sat up straight suddenly.

Wen Jiayu didn't hear Huo Ling's reply and comfort for a long time, so he looked up with some doubts, and then he saw that Huo Ling was absent-minded, his eyes were always fixed on one point, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wen Jiayu's heart skipped a beat.

Just at this time, the meal ordered before came out, Wen Jiayu hurriedly said: "Let's eat quickly. The food on the spaceship didn't suit my appetite. I have been eating very little, and my stomach hurts a little these two days."

Only then did Huo Ling come back to his senses: "Then you should eat more, so you don't get stomach problems."

"Um."

Wen Jiayu responded, he lowered his eyes and said again, "The dragon beasts here are very fresh, let me peel them for you."

His beautiful hands peeled the shell slowly, looking like a wonderful painting.

The corner of Huo Ling's mouth hooked slightly, enjoying the treatment of the person he liked helping him peel the shell.

Suddenly, Wen Jiayu let out a small 'ah'.

Huo Ling was taken aback and asked: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jiayu's eyes were slightly red, he looked up at Huo Ling, and said in a low voice, "It's okay..."

Huo Ling took a closer look, reached out to touch Wen Jiayu's hand, turned it over, and saw that Wen Jiayu's hand was cut by the sharp shell of the dragon beast, and blood beads jumped out of it.

Huo Ling frowned: "How did you do it? You're careless."

The words were harsh, but the concern in the tone was not fake.

Wen Jiayu knew Huo Ling's way of speaking as early as in high school, but his eyes still turned redder, and he said in low voice, "I... Then peel it off yourself."

"……Don't be angry."

Huo Ling spoke warmly, and glanced at Wen Jiayu.

To be honest, peeling a shell and still could cut your hand, it really made Huo Ling feel that Wen Jiayu was a little too careless. However Wen Jiayu was peeling it for him to eat, and the most important thing was his finger was injured, so Huo Ling felt distressed.

He turned to ask the robot to bring medicine box, and patiently sterilized and bandaged Wen Jiayu wound.

The movements of Huo Ling's hands were gentle.

Wen Jiayu suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Huo Ling raised his head and said, "What are you sorry for?"

Wen Jiayu didn't say anything.

Huo Ling just felt baffled.

After the bandage was finished, Huo Ling pulled Wen Jiayu's hand to his lips and kissed it like when he was in high school.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

After a meal, Wen Jiayu and Huo Ling reminisced about the past, and the two exchanged a few more words.

When they parted, Huo Ling thought for a while, and invited him: "You just came back, have you found a place to stay? Do you want to go to my house?"

Didn't know what Wen Jiayu was thinking of, his face blushed immediately and he waved his hands: "No...no, I'll just go find a hotel."

"Alright." Huo Ling nodded.

Feng Ruyun's impression of Wen Jiayu was not very good, if Wen Jiayu really went to Huo Ling's house, he had to avoid Feng Ruyun.

It was okay not to go.

Huo Ling helped Wen Jiayu to book the best hotel in Wangcheng, and sent him into the room specially, as if he was afraid that something would happen to him. Seeing this, Wen Jiayu couldn't help but look at Huo Ling's stomach.

He looked at the red wine on the wine cabinet not far away in the room, and asked softly, "Ah Ling, would you like a drink?"

Huo Ling glanced at the time, waved his hand and said, "It's getting late now, so I'll go back first."

Huo Ling was not being polite, so he left after saying this.

Wen Jiayu: "?"

After parting, Huo Ling sat on the suspension car, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

He ran all the way and pushed open the door without even saying hello, and rushed directly into his room.

Seeing this, Feng Ruyun in the living room frowned and said, "Why are you so reckless..."

Huo Ling had no time to care about these things.

He opened the quotations to identify whores in his bracelet.

... Found it.

This sentence was the same.

Although this sentence didn't really the same, however the format and meaning looked similar...

Huo Ling: "..."

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