Chapter 63: You like him more?

Even after so many years with Lu Xun, Ye Yao did not expect Lu Xun to think this way.

It's a subject that doesn't end easily once it's opened, and the difference in treatment can drive people crazy, not to mention the difference in treatment made by the most important person in the heart,

"In high school, when your family was having a hard time, I said I would put my pocket money with you so we could both use it together, but you didn't want to." Lu Xun's voice tightened, "Now that living conditions are better, neither of us is short of money, so you're willing."

Ye Yao has a bit of a headache.

He wouldn't take money from a friend, but now he and Lu Xun are not friends.

They had been married for many years and all their assets were joint property, not personal. Lu Xun wanted to keep all the money in his hands and not take a penny for himself, and that was only an amusement.

And Lu Xun's view of himself as an eighteen-year-old and his thirty-something self is equally unlikely to be shared by the average person.

Ye Yao softened her voice and tried to reason with Lu Xun, "You are the same person, I accepted him, but I also accepted you. We only knew each other for a year or two in high school, but now we've known each other for more than ten years, of course our relationship will get better and better, won't it?"

"Oh," Lu Xun snorted, "I thought our relationship was good enough, but it could be better."

The forced smile on his lips faded: "It's true that I'm not as good as I was at thirty, but that's normal."

The jealousy on Lu Xun's face had not disappeared at all, but rather because of Ye Yao's answer, he had become even more furious and jealous.

And after this jealousy, there was an unconcealed sadness of loss.

Ye Yao looked at the face of Lu Xun, with whom he had spent a lot of time, and saw the loss on his face, and suddenly understood what Lu Xun was thinking.

Lu Xun now has no memory of these ten years, and it is perhaps because of this lack of memory that Lu Xun does not understand the development of their relationship. For Lu Xun, it is the memories of the past ten years that he has with another man that have caused Lu Xun to disconnect from himself.

"It's not what you say it is." Ye Yao frowned.

Spending time together as a youngster was the cornerstone of their relationship, and because Lu Xun was good enough at that time that he never thought he would fall for a boy before he fell for a man later in life.

Ye Yao looked serious: "Don't ever say that again, you are no better than you were at thirty, no matter what period you are, you are uniquely the best to me, got it?"

The tone of voice was not so much coaxing as stern, but Lu Xun looked at Ye Yao and his face gradually changed from cloudy to sunny.

It's okay to be on equal footing now, he will always stand out later.

Lu Xun began to demand, "Then you have to get the same treatment and you have to charge me in the future."

"Well, good." Ye Yao said.

The corners of Lu Xun's mouth rise again in a combative manner: "What else would you do with thirty-year-old me, I'd do it all, without fail."

Ye Yao: "......"

This is not necessary, really do it all over again his waist still need to be?

Not to mention what he could do with a thirty-something Lu Xun, two grown men, doing/love to do things of course, something that even a high school cognoscenti could pry into.

If the Lu Xun of normal memory were here, he would have heard what he had just said and would have gone berserk on the spot, instead of sitting on the sofa holding his hand and simply chatting like this.

It's so pure, so nostalgic.

Ye Yao patted Lu Xun on the shoulder: "Okay, let me finish my work later and then we'll watch a movie together."

*

There is an audio-visual room in the villa, so if you don't want to go out to watch a film, you can watch it entirely at home.

Ye Yao finished some urgent work and joined Lu Xun in the audio-visual room.

They could have watched the latest films released today, but Ye Yao chose not to do so, choosing a film from a few years ago.

This is a foreign film about two male friends who work together to get a better life.

In this film, the two male characters rely on each other for encouragement, hold hands and hug each other, and give each other goodnight kisses before going to bed according to foreigners' habits.

When Lu Xun watched it, he told him that the two male leads' eyes were overflowing with affection, and who would believe that they were playing friends?

Lu Dong's self-assessment: "Only Lu Xun, a goofball in high school and freshman year, can be trusted."

Ye Yao thought it would be a shame not to see Lu Xun, now in his senior year of memory, here together.

The studio had soft, wide sofas, not only big enough for the two of them to sit on, but also convenient for them to watch and roll together.

The amnesiac Lu Xun knew nothing of this and sat down normally on the sofa, giving Ye Yao a good chunk of space.

But Ye Yao did not sit down as he had expected.

Ye Yao stood in front of him with his back to the light of the screen, the light framing his slender form as if it were silvered.

Ye Yao bends down slightly to be closer to Lu Xun as he speaks.

But when he leaned down like that in his house clothes, Lu Xun's eyes went straight.

Lu Xun struggles to control himself and moves his gaze upwards to meet Ye Yao's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xun asked in a muffled voice.

"Since you say you want to do all the things you and I did at thirty, let me ask you now," Ye Yao said, "where would you like me to sit?"

Is there actually an option for this?

Here again, there were developments and stories he did not know, and Lu Xun stared, listening to what Ye Yao had to say next.

"Sit next to you ......" Ye Yao's mouth ticked up, "or on your lap?"

How can there be such an option?

Lu Xun couldn't help but be shocked, "He'll ask you to sit on his lap?"

Ye Yao looked natural: "After all, we're best friends, what's wrong with sitting on a leg, we're all straight anyway. You even let me sit face to face, saying it's convenient to chat and talk."

When Lu Xun considered himself straight at university, he invited him to sit like this several times, and the theory that good friends can sit on legs was well accepted by Lu Xun at university.

Lu Xun was still in the holding hands and hugging stage, missing the nearly two years of mind shift between his senior and sophomore years, and when he heard this, a thought flashed through his mind - what kind of straight guy sits face to face on his lap?

If a man had told him that two years earlier, he could have beaten the man up so badly that he wouldn't even know his mother.

But before the nausea sets in, the image of sitting face to face with Ye Yao comes to Lu Xun's mind.

The heart blossoms just burst into rage in an instant.

They were so close, what was wrong with sitting on their legs? Ye Yao could lie on him if she wanted to.

Another thought came to Lu Xun's mind, and his face sank again.

Ye Yao had actually sat on his leg thirty years earlier.

There was no telling how many times he had sat on it yet.

Lu Xun didn't say any more and patted himself on the leg. The man he valued most laughed lightly and landed in his designated spot.

The fragrance belonging to Ye Yao was suddenly close to him, lingering on the tip of his nose.

Lu Xun's throat twitched and Ye Yao, who was in his arms, reached out an arm and wrapped it around his neck.

Ye Yao leaned in close to Lu Xun's ear, "Then let's watch the movie like this, and if you're not comfortable with this, remember to tell me."

* Lu Xun

Lu Xun doesn't even remember what was playing on the screen, he was at least 90% focused on Ye Yao.

Ye Yao was so close to him that his breath was clearly audible, and the hot breath exhaled occasionally blew against his ear.

The pair of dear friends in the film lie down to rest on/in bed, and the blond foreigner kisses his friend, giving an affectionate goodnight kiss and blessing: "Good night, my dearest friend, and sweet dreams."

Lu Xun's throat knot twitched.

If Ye Yao learns foreign manners and also gives him such goodnight kisses every night ......

Lu Xun turned his head sideways as subtly as possible, looking at the better shaped lips of the person in his arms under the bridge of his straight nose.

Ye Yao's lips are soft, very soft, as he has experienced first hand.

The lips are soft on the outside, while the inside is hot and makes you want to explore.

Lu Xun's vision darkens a little as he returns his gaze to the screen, his lips pursed slightly.

Ye Yao pretended not to notice anything as he felt Lu Xun's body tense up and rested his head on Lu Xun's shoulder.

At the end of the film, Ye Yao asked Lu Xun, a straight man, "What did you think of the film? They're such good friends, I think it's a bit similar to us."

Lu Xun, the straight guy, had a twinkle in his eye: "It's also different in that they have a goodnight kiss every time before they go to bed and we don't."

"Oh?" Ye Yao raised his eyebrows slightly.

I didn't expect Lu Xun to progress so quickly, but he's already learning to set him up.

"Well then, let's learn some foreign manners tonight." Ye Yao said with a smile in the midst of Lu Xun's brightening gaze.

* The night is over.

In the midst of Lu Xun's year-long anticipation, darkness falls.

Before going to bed it was the usual chatting session, going back and forth, with no deep purpose, just to have a good time.

The soft yellow bedside lamp illuminates Ye Yao's face as Lu Xun lies in bed, his hands clenched into fists under the covers, chatting as quietly as possible.

As promised, Ye Yao was going to kiss him.

Kiss him on his own accord while sober.

The scent of Ye Yao's shower gel, the warmth and softness of his lips, the tingle of his hair on his cheek, all these things had been rehearsed over and over again in Lu Xun's mind, even though nothing had happened yet.

The blood boils uncontrollably, his heart beats faster than ever at once, and it's not just blood and heartbeat that he can't control.

Lu Xun bent the leg close to Ye Yao to give a curve to the quilt covering his body.

The small talk between the two of them came to an end when Ye Yao reached up and covered her mouth with a yawn.

"It's time to get ready to rest, too." Ye Yao said, "Did I turn off the lights?"

Lu Xun immediately stopped it in a stifled voice: "Wait, aren't you forgetting something?"

Ye Yao certainly didn't forget, and with a small smile, he reached out and touched Lu Xun's face first.

Before Lu Xun could say anything, the warm palm receded and was replaced by something else, softer.

The fragrance is soothing and the softness is instantaneous.

Lu Xun hears Ye Yao's voice with a laugh.

"Good night, my dearest friend."

The blood flowed in one direction, the fantasy became reality, Lu Xun tried to control it, but his mind went blank at the moment Ye Yao kissed him and he completely lost control.

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What the author has to say.

Ye Yao: A kiss that made an eighteen year old straight man break his guard for me.