Chapter Seventy

"Did you miss me?" Yi Yu lifted his head, flashing a mischievous row of pearly white teeth. "Come on, tell me—did you?"
Rarely did You Hanzhe let such tenderness show so clearly on his face. He tilted his head up and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Yi Yu’s lips. "I did."
Yi Yu was momentarily stunned. In the next instant, he seized You Hanzhe’s chin with one hand and kissed him passionately, even a little rough, while the other eagerly tugged at his suit.
The expensive suit stood no chance under Yi Yu’s forceful hands; a line of delicate buttons burst and scattered across the room.
"Did you miss me?" Yi Yu’s breathless voice was thick with desire. "I missed you too. I want to see you every day, to have you begging for mercy every single day."
After a brief exchange, Yi Yu couldn’t resist any longer and entered him.
Inside You Hanzhe, all the icy composure that usually marked his face melted away, replaced by a heat that drove Yi Yu nearly mad.
"Damn it," Yi Yu swore, moving forcefully, then lowered his head to capture the man’s lips again. "Don’t even think about leaving me in this lifetime."
You Hanzhe felt as if he were drowning in pleasure. His eyes were shut, long lashes beaded with clear tears, and every trembling moan spilling from his lips made Yi Yu’s blood burn hotter.
When the storm finally subsided, Yi Yu cradled the breathless You Hanzhe in his arms, gazing intently at the handsome features before him, tracing each line with eyes full of adoration.
You Hanzhe opened his eyes weakly, meeting Yi Yu’s gaze.
They were still lying together in bed, and in the aftermath, the look they shared sent both their hearts racing.
You Hanzhe felt a little embarrassed.
Yi Yu’s face flushed, but in the next second, he grinned and wrapped his legs around You Hanzhe, biting his ear with a low laugh. "You know, you’re addictive, old man. I want another taste." With that, he began to kiss You Hanzhe’s neck.

You Hanzhe tried to push him away gently. "Stop it, Xiao Yu."
But Yi Yu wouldn’t relent. The more fragile and vulnerable You Hanzhe appeared, the hotter the fire burned in Yi Yu’s veins.
A soft groan escaped You Hanzhe as, eyes shut and body trembling, he was taken again by Yi Yu’s relentless passion. The mix of exhaustion and the relentless assault on his nerves left him feeling dizzy, almost drunk with pleasure.
After another climax, You Hanzhe lay half-conscious in Yi Yu’s arms. Bored, Yi Yu idly played with his long, slender fingers, stroking each one.
"You said you came here with your father to visit your brother," Yi Yu asked casually. "Does your father know you like men?"
You Hanzhe was too spent to reply; Yi Yu’s youthful vigor was simply too much for him.
Unhappy with the silence, Yi Yu pressed a kiss to You Hanzhe’s eyelids. "If you don’t answer, I’ll have to go again."
You Hanzhe hesitated, then said, "My father knows. I told him back when we were in City V."
"Wow, that early? I thought you never took me that seriously."
"When I decided I wanted to spend my life with you, I told my parents," You Hanzhe said softly.
His words moved Yi Yu deeply. He sniffed and asked, "And what did they say?"
"My parents are open-minded. They’ve always supported my choices. After I told them, they asked me to bring you home to meet them when we have the time." He paused, then added, "My father is here now. I can take you to see him."

Hearing this, Yi Yu grew nervous. "Maybe not… It’s too sudden. I’m not prepared at all."
"Whenever you’re ready, I can take you," You Hanzhe replied.
Yi Yu hugged him tightly, showering him with kisses. Then You Hanzhe asked, "Do your parents know about us?"
Yi Yu was caught off guard and his expression grew uneasy. "Not yet. They… they always thought I liked women."
You Hanzhe opened his eyes, a flicker of anxiety in their depths. "Do you think they’ll disapprove?"
Yi Yu scratched his head, troubled but honest. "They might resist at first. Honestly, it’s because my brother likes men too. Since I was a kid, my parents have warned me not to follow his path and that I need to carry on the family line. I always lied and told them I liked women."
You Hanzhe didn’t say anything, only wrapped his arms gently around Yi Yu’s waist.
Sensing his worry, Yi Yu pressed a kiss to You Hanzhe’s hair and smiled. "Don’t worry, my parents spoil me. Besides, my brother’s gay—why can’t I be? They just want grandchildren. My brother’s been married for two years and still hasn’t given them any. When we get married, we’ll just arrange for a couple of test-tube babies for them."
You Hanzhe’s expression softened. "Alright."
Yi Yu nuzzled against You Hanzhe’s smooth neck, utterly content. "From now on, I’ll call you Hanzhe, and in bed, I’ll call you baby."
You Hanzhe ruffled Yi Yu’s hair affectionately. "Alright, whatever you say."