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    Chapter 31: You Have to Take Responsibility for This!

    He Zhifan had left Ye Qinghe’s house, and Aunt Chen could only come by every two or three days since she had to take care of her beloved grandson. So for now, the Ye household was left with only two rather bored individuals—An Yue and Ye Qinghe—idling around.

    An Yue still had things to do. Although he was hired specifically to teach Ye Qinghe skills for the visually impaired, he had declined Chairman Ye’s suggestion of hiring someone to assist with house chores when Aunt Chen wasn’t around. An Yue felt that the simple tasks were still manageable for him.

    Every day, he did some light cleaning around the house, tossed whatever clothes could be washed into the washing machine and let the one-click wash-dry cycle do its job. For clothes that couldn’t be washed with water, he called the designated dry cleaning service to pick them up. He placed the dishes for two into the dishwasher, figured out how to cook the ingredients Aunt Chen had prepared—while trying his best not to burn them—and if he did, he simply ordered food delivery from a restaurant. All in all, life was still fairly easy, simple, stable, and comfortable.

    If only Chairman Ye didn’t keep coming to bother him.

    Ye Qinghe, aside from doing some exercise, was the type who wasn’t very handy when it came to housework. And now that he was visually impaired, he had even more reason to shamelessly laze around. Ever since they had cleared up the misunderstanding about He Zhifan not being his boyfriend, he seemed to be growing restless again—hinting at making a move on An Yue. The daily check-ins, warm greetings of “good morning” and “good night” were inevitable, and An Yue still responded as usual. But Ye Qinghe’s casual words of concern and his seemingly accidental closeness always made An Yue uneasy.

    Of course, Chairman Ye was very well-behaved. His approach wasn’t the kind of shameless physical harassment but rather a soft, gentle, warm closeness—one that felt friendly and non-threatening. He never carelessly touched An Yue, yet he still tried to bridge the distance between their hearts.

    An Yue found it troubling. Does this guy not understand plain words? He had already made it clear that he didn’t like men, so why wouldn’t he give up? Didn’t he think that trying to “turn a straight guy gay” was going too far? Or… had he slipped up somewhere and accidentally let something show?

    Ugh. He’s blind. What the hell could he have seen?!

    At this moment, An Yue was sitting on the cushioned window seat, basking in the sunlight. He had a book on his lap, but his mind was a mess, and none of the words on the page made it into his head.

    Meanwhile, Ye Qinghe was leisurely lounging on the couch in the living room, listening to an orchestra piece He Zhifan had recorded for him while sipping on a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Earlier, An Yu had brought him the juice, saying he was going to read by the window, but after the initial sounds of flipping pages, everything went silent.

    Now, only the melody of He Zhifan’s cello lingered in the air.

    “An Yue? Did you fall asleep?” Ye Qinghe called out curiously.

    An Yue shot him a glare but didn’t respond. He didn’t feel like entertaining him.

    Every day, this man would find ways to start a conversation with him, and if not that, he’d suggest going out for a walk. Walking was beneficial for Ye Qinghe—it helped with his leg rehabilitation and allowed him to practice using a cane, making it easier for him to handle unexpected situations if he ever had to move around alone in the future.

    But right now, An Yue simply didn’t want to move.

    Ye Qinghe called out, but when no response came, he grew even more puzzled. An Yue rarely ignored people. He knew Ye Qinghe couldn’t see, and even when they had argued before, he had never deliberately stayed silent just to make it difficult for him to locate him.

    Feeling uneasy, Ye Qinghe stood up and walked toward the window seat.

    An Yue saw him approaching and was about to ask what he was doing when he suddenly hesitated. Watching Ye Qinghe walk toward him, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window, he pressed his lips together.

    Remaining in his relaxed posture against the cushions, he let his limbs go slack, deliberately slowing his breathing until it was deep and steady. He even narrowed his eyes slightly, ensuring Ye Qinghe wouldn’t sense his gaze.

    He pretended to be asleep.

    He wanted to see what this man would do when he thought no one was watching. Would he finally reveal his true colors?

    Ye Qinghe stepped up to the window seat with quiet, careful movements and gently called out, “An Yue? Teacher An? Are you here? Or did you already go back to your room?”

    He lifted his arm and extended the back of his hand outward, feeling around in small, tentative motions. After a few moments, his hand brushed against An Yue’s shoulder.

    “Oh, you fell asleep? You actually managed to doze off just sitting here like this?” Ye Qinghe murmured in mild surprise, his voice carrying a soft chuckle. “An Yue, wake up. Go sleep in your room.”

    He gave An Yue a gentle push.

    An Yu remained still, his half-lidded eyes watching Ye Qinghe, who looked almost… gentle at this moment. A strange sense of anticipation crept up inside him. He was waiting—for those wolfish claws to reach out so he could finally confirm that Ye Qinghe was nothing more than a well-dressed beast.

    And sure enough.

    When Ye Qinghe failed to wake him with a nudge, his hand moved again. This time, the back of his hand slid slowly down An Yue’s arm, following the fabric of his sleeve until it reached his wrist.

    Then, he turned his hand over and wrapped his fingers around An Yue’s wrist.

    “Why are your hands so cold?” Ye Qinghe murmured.

    Straightening up, he let go of An Yue’s icy hand. Then, he slowly made his way back to the living room, carefully feeling for the remote control to lower the volume of the music. After that, he turned and cautiously headed toward the bedroom.

    An Yue, watching him leave after that brief touch, felt… a little disappointed.

    He wasn’t sure if he was regretting the fact that Ye Qinghe hadn’t taken things a step further or if he simply missed the fleeting warmth that had lingered in his palm.

    He curled his fingers slightly, as if trying to grasp onto that lingering warmth. But the December air was far too cold, and even with the winter sun shining through the window, it couldn’t keep the chill at bay as the afternoon slipped away.

    Just as he scoffed at himself for doing something so pointless, Ye Qinghe reappeared—this time, carrying a thick blanket.

    Since his hands were occupied, he couldn’t use them to protect his face as usual, so he walked even more cautiously than before. Each step was tentative and slow, making sure the floor beneath him was steady and that he wasn’t about to bump into anything before taking another step forward.

    It was just a short distance, yet Ye Qinghe was walking as if he were extremely tense.

    An Yue found it strange. Normally, Ye Qinghe strutted around the house boldly, often knocking into things because of his carelessness. But today, he was moving exceptionally carefully, like an overly alert cat trying to sneak silently across the living room.

    Suddenly, An Yue understood why Ye Qinghe had lowered the music and was treading so lightly.

    He was afraid the music would disturb An Yue but also worried that turning it off entirely would create a sudden silence that might wake someone from their sleep.

    He was also afraid that he’d bump into something and startle “sleeping” Teacher An.

    Feeling conflicted, An Yue watched as Ye Qinghe finally made it to his side and let out a small breath, a relieved smile appearing on his face—safe arrival, mission accomplished.

    Ye Qinghe once again reached out, the back of his hand brushing against An Yue to confirm his position before unfolding the blanket and covering him.

    But just covering him wasn’t enough.

    He tucked it in securely, even lifting An Yue’s feet to wrap them snugly.

    “……”

    An Yue was speechless as Chairman Ye wrapped him up like a cocoon.

    If he had actually been asleep, he would’ve been woken up by all this movement.

    Though, to be fair, Ye Qinghe’s movements were always gentle.

    An Yue stayed in his cocooned state, keeping his eyes half-closed to see what Ye Qinghe would do next.

    Ye Qinghe seemed pleased with his work but still a little unsure. He lightly patted the blanket, checking if it was truly covering everything properly.

    “There, now you won’t be cold,” Ye Qinghe murmured to himself.

    He stood by the bay window, bathed in the soft afternoon sunlight filtering through the glass. The light illuminated his face, making it appear almost radiant.

    At that moment, An Yue found him… unexpectedly beautiful.

    They say people can sense when they’re being watched.

    An Yue didn’t dare to move, nor did he dare to look at Ye Qinghe directly. Instead, he snuck a glance through the slits of his eyes, then quickly looked away.

    Then peeked again.

    Then looked away again.

    Ye Qinghe, of course, didn’t notice.

    Thinking An Yue was in a deep sleep, he remained standing there, slightly tilting his head as he listened to the steady breathing An Yue had carefully maintained. His expression was as gentle as the budding leaves of spring.

    He lifted a hand, as if wanting to touch An Yue’s head… or maybe his face.

    But his hand hovered in midair for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly before he slowly withdrew it.

    Ye Qinghe lowered his head and let out a faint, somewhat lonely smile.

    He knew that, for now, this was all he could do.

    Ye Qinghe actually wanted to give this person so much more.

    He wanted to give him spring flowers and autumn moons, summer fireworks and winter snow.

    Even the endless darkness in his own eyes—he wanted to share it with him.

    But An Yue wasn’t ready yet.

    And he couldn’t force it.

    Just giving An Yue a blanket was already his greatest restraint.

    Turning away, Ye Qinghe carefully and quietly made his way back to his room and shut the door.

    An Yue watched his retreating figure, recalling the mix of tenderness and loneliness on Ye Qinghe’s face just moments ago.

    He felt an indescribable mess of emotions.

    He wanted to shout in frustration, but remembering that he was supposed to be “asleep,” he held himself back.

    Irritated, he slid down from his reclined position, lying flat on the cushioned bench.

    As he burrowed into the blanket, he was unexpectedly met with a familiar scent—the gentle combination of neroli-scented body wash and the subtle cedarwood fragrance of Ye Qinghe’s usual cologne.

    He actually gave me his own blanket?

    Then what is he going to use for his nap?

    Who cares!

    He’s a dignified chairman—doesn’t he have at least twenty or thirty blankets at home?

    An Yue inhaled Ye Qinghe’s scent, growing increasingly frustrated.

    Who allowed you to do this? This is against the rules—do you even realize that?

    You can’t be this gentle.

    You can’t look so harmless.

    You can’t just casually say you’re going to pursue someone and then so thoughtlessly be this kind to them.

    Because if you say it, you have to mean it.

    Do you even understand?

    This is something you have to take responsibility for!

    Fuming, An Yue sulked under the blanket.

    And somehow, as the soft music played and Ye Qinghe’s scent lingered around him…

    He actually fell asleep.

    (To be continued…)

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