BFILWY CH 25

Chapter 25: An Yue was very upset

After taking a shower, he sat on the bed feeling restless, guessing that after returning to his room, Ye Qinghe had definitely gone off to cuddle with his boyfriend. Does your boyfriend know you’re flirting with other people? Shameless!

The spot on his hand where Ye Qinghe had held him was still faintly burning, and An Yue couldn’t help but keep rubbing it.

It wasn’t like he had never been confessed to before. Both men and women had confessed, but this kind of pathetic confession was a first.

To blatantly flirt with someone while your boyfriend is sleeping at home… this made An Yue feel a little wronged.

“What does he take me for?” An Yue muttered with a milk candy in his mouth, pouting as he hugged his knees, his cheek resting on them. “You said you wouldn’t do anything to me, that I could work in peace. But you can’t even keep your word, casually flirting with people. This is s*xual h*rassment, you know? Jerk.”

He kept muttering and cursing to himself, feeling a little sour inside.

He sighed deeply. Forget it, thinking about it only made him feel more unlucky. Why was he always meeting the wrong people? An Yue rubbed his chest, which had been hurting for a while. Ye Qinghe’s earlier words, “Can I pursue you?” kept buzzing in his head, making his temples throb. It was like a reminder of something from many years ago, when someone else had said something similar.

He still remembered that person, reckless and wild, impossible to pin down. In front of everyone, that person had loudly declared, “I’m going to pursue you. I want to be your boyfriend.” The person was calm, confident, and determined. An Yue, on the other hand, had felt a mix of shyness and a hidden sense of being specially chosen.

Looking back, he realized how incredibly naive he had been! How foolish!

At that time, he didn’t understand anything. He was just blushing. Love, emotions, men, women—he was a bookworm who hadn’t figured any of it out. When he was openly confessed to, he had only vaguely, shyly felt happy and surprised. He didn’t realize that his previous feelings for that person weren’t just friendship. Amid the crowd’s teasing, before he could even grasp that this was homosexual love, he suddenly had a boyfriend.

Later, well, there wasn’t much. It was sweet for a while, then suddenly faded. It ended, broke up, was played with, and was abandoned. However you put it, they just weren’t together anymore. During that time, he was very confused, didn’t want to remember things clearly, and didn’t want to hate.

That person didn’t deserve it. That person didn’t even deserve to be hated.

Now, encountering a situation similar to Ye Qinghe’s, An Yue really couldn’t be bothered to deal with it. Not to mention that this jerk had a boyfriend, even if he didn’t, he didn’t want to get involved with men again.

What gay people? Get lost! I’m done with you all!

He had been tricked into getting involved with a man before his emotional intelligence was developed, and he had never even tried a relationship with a woman!

Maybe? Maybe he could get ar*used faster with a woman!

An Yue lay down on the bed, his face stiff, wondering if he should think about a girl. He didn’t have strong desires, sometimes only taking care of himself every few months, just to prove that his organs still worked fine, that his body was still metabolizing and expelling the old to make way for the new. He never had any strange fantasies in his head, only thinking about quickly taking care of himself in the shower before going to bed. A healthy young man in his twenties heading toward s*xual indifference.

But tonight was different; he wanted to prove his desire, and a woman would do. An Yue’s hand reached down, but he wasn’t very experienced at this kind of comfort. His technique was a bit unskilled. He tried several positions on the bed, but nothing felt quite right. His limp little buddy was giving him no respect, and no matter how much he tried to wake it up, it just wouldn’t cooperate.

He got frustrated, grabbed his phone, unlocked it, and searched for keywords online, clicking on a provocative adult video. The urgent, high-pitched moans of the woman suddenly blared out, startling him so much that he almost dropped his phone. He hurriedly pressed the mute button, staring at the screen where the man and woman’s quiet yet intense movements were playing out. His fingers started to follow suit.

The finger teasing had a slight effect, and his little buddy gradually began to rise. He watched the man on the screen, a little mesmerized, but the woman next to him was very distracting. Without realizing it, he closed his eyes, focusing on attending to his little buddy.

An Yue was fully immersed, working hard, and just as he was about to reach his climax, he remembered pulling a soft cloth from the bedside drawer and draping it over his little buddy. It had rarely been treated so gently, but finally, it was taken care of so well that his little buddy couldn’t hold out anymore and collapsed, weak and spent, foam forming at the mouth. An Yue was also left brain-dead, his mind blank.

The intense breathing gradually calmed down. An Yue wiped his messy and slippery lower body with the handkerchief, wiping and reminiscing. The images in his mind just now had been quite stimulating…

What the hell? Who the hell was that in my head just now?

It was a man. It was f*cking Ye Qinghe!

An Yue hurriedly pulled up his underwear from under his hips, grabbing the small handkerchief, leaping off the bed. He frantically paced around the bed a few times before running into the bathroom to wash his hands and the handkerchief. Halfway through, he angrily threw the handkerchief into the trash. Why bother washing it? After it dries, am I going to use it to wipe my mouth next time?

He walked out of the bathroom in a daze, once again smelling that familiar scent—rosewood, mixed with a faint metallic tang. An Yue took large strides to the window, flung open the curtains, and pushed the window open with force. Cold air rushed in, blowing the curtains, which had already been pushed to one side, into rippling waves, continuously flipping in midair.

An Yue weakly leaned against the wall, squatting down with his hands covering his face.

It was really too embarrassing. He had forced himself to prove something just now.

But the result was genuinely infuriating.

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In the following days, An Yue didn’t give the two people in his shared apartment any good looks.

At first, he was only targeting the jerk, Ye Qinghe, and felt some sympathy for his clueless boyfriend. He even felt a bit sorry for him, considering he had accidentally thought about the jerk’s boyfriend. But He Zhifan’s behavior was simply too irritating, and An Yue couldn’t manage to keep a pleasant expression.

He Zhifan turned out to be a foodie.

Alright, calling him a “food god” might be an exaggeration, but compared to An Yue, He Zhifan’s cooking skills were practically divine. He could elegantly and swiftly prepare a whole table of dishes, not only mastering the timing perfectly but also keeping the kitchen clean, the plating beautiful, and the dishes flavorful and aromatic. In comparison, An Yue’s cooking skills were more like bombing a kitchen and poisoning the guests… well, never mind, he couldn’t even compare to a single hair on He Zhifan’s leg.

One lunch was exceptionally lavish, nutritious, delicious, and beautifully presented. Ye Qinghe ate like a starving ghost, devouring a plate of garlic bacon pasta and a piece of tender pan-seared fillet, occasionally praising the food. An Yue couldn’t deny it, He Zhifan’s skills were truly impressive. He had no grounds for jealousy. He took a small bowl of salad and ate it quickly, unable to deny that He Zhifan’s culinary skills were extraordinary. There was just one thing he couldn’t understand—He Zhifan’s choice of apron was utterly unappealing.

An Yue just couldn’t figure it out. There were two aprons hanging in the kitchen, so why did He Zhifan choose Aunt Chen’s little red floral apron with ruffles? What kind of aesthetic was that? The plain beige canvas apron next to it was simple, stylish, and cool, so why not pick that one?

An Yue couldn’t stand it on the first day. He endured for two more days, but after finishing a delicious plate of grass-fed steak and a tender pan-seared beef steak, and seeing Chef He still strolling around in the little floral apron, he finally decided to ask what the h*ll was wrong with him.

“Why are you wearing that apron? There’s a plain one hanging over there,” An Yue asked.

He Zhifan looked at him in surprise, spread his arms, and twirled around, asking, “Doesn’t it look good?”

“…” An Yue was stunned. “What’s good about it?”

“Ye Zi said it looks good on me.”

“…” What the h*ll, Ye Qinghe thinks it looks good? Can he even see it?

An Yue rolled his eyes, too lazy to say more, and turned to leave the kitchen. He Zhifan then spoke in a plaintive tone, “Ye Zi said that plain new apron is for Teacher An, and I’m not allowed to touch it. I can only wear this one.”

An Yue was surprised and looked back at He Zhifan, who winked at him. He then pulled up one corner of the apron with one hand, raised the other, stepped back with one foot, and squatted slightly, performing a move resembling a ballet bow.

“Crazy!” Both of them were crazy. An Yue decisively decided to leave for a walk.

He went downstairs, took a big round, breathed in some fresh air, and felt less stuffy before heading back upstairs.

As soon as he entered, the food god had transformed back into a musician, playing the cello in the living room. Ye Qinghe sat on the sofa, nodding along, acting as if he understood it all. An Yue sluggishly changed his shoes by the door, not really wanting to go in. Lately, just seeing these two people made him irritated.

“An Yue, come sit, listen to Zhifan play the cello.” Ye Qinghe patted the sofa beside him kindly. “If you want to hear him play, you usually need to buy tickets for a concert hall, but today you get to listen for free.”

Amid the melodious sound of the cello, An Yue walked straight into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and after drinking it, spoke up. “Chairman Ye, I’m going to the shop this afternoon. I won’t be back tonight. I’ll come by tomorrow morning at 8 to pick you up for your check-up.”

The music stopped. An Yue changed clothes in his room, grabbed a bag, and walked out the door.

When the door closed, Ye Qinghe sighed. It had been three days, and An Yue had remained so cold. Tonight, he was even spending the night out.

He Zhifan didn’t know how to comfort him, so he just picked up his bow and continued playing the cello.

(To be continued…)