Chapter Eighty-Seven

The argument between Yi Xiaoyu and Yi Yu had been fairly heated, but things on You Yige and You Hanzhe’s side were much simpler.

“Big brother, I swear to God, I am utterly convinced of you. I... no, seriously, let me just ask you this: when did you meet Xiaoyu?”

You Hanzhe’s expression remained cool and distant, his answer calm and unhurried. “The night you told me to go to a gay bar and try finding a man.”

“...Damn. So that was my fault?”

“Why call it a fault?”

“You and Xiaoyu are not a match. Damn it, he’s my wife’s younger brother.”

“There should be no connection between those two things.”

“...” You Yige scratched his head, wanting to say something, yet not knowing what to say. There really was no connection between the two, but why did it still feel so strange in his heart? “Big brother, are you just fooling around with Xiaoyu? If so, let him go quickly. Xiaoyu is my younger brother now too. If you’re toying with his feelings, how am I supposed to face him later? My wife might even take it out on me then, and I’ll be...”

“No. I already promised to go meet his parents with him tomorrow.”

“......”

“You have a problem with that?”

“...I do.”

“Keep it to yourself.”

After saying that without the slightest change of expression, You Hanzhe strode past You Yige and stopped in front of Yi Xiaoyu. He extended his right hand, his face far gentler than when he had been speaking to You Yige. “Please believe that I will take good care of Xiaoyu.”

Yi Xiaoyu and You Hanzhe shook hands.

“What are you saying, brother? My younger brother... he may not be very mature. I hope you can be more tolerant of him in the future.”

Yi Yu muttered softly from the side, “How am I immature?”

“I will love everything about him, and spoil him for all my life.”

You Hanzhe’s expression was solemn and meticulous, as though he had no idea how outdated and saccharine his declarations sounded. Yet Yi Xiaoyu, You Yige, and the receptionist at the hot spring resort all wore varying degrees of embarrassment on their faces. Even Yi Yu blushed a little, while his heart was sweet as honey.

When it came time to soak in the springs, Yi Yu suggested that the four of them share one pool.

You Yige and Yi Xiaoyu had originally hoped for a private moment together, perhaps even a little flirting when no one was around, but with You Hanzhe present, Yi Xiaoyu simply could not bring himself to refuse Yi Yu. In the end, he and You Yige had no choice but to strip down and lean against a rock, both of them wearing expressions of utter constipation as they watched the two across from them frolic together.

“Frolic” was putting it mildly. In truth, it was simply Yi Yu clinging to You Hanzhe and chatting and laughing, while You Hanzhe listened quietly, though the smile on his face was so clear even to the naked eye that anyone could see just how delighted he was.

So delighted, in fact, that he and Yi Yu had completely forgotten the other two people existing amid the drifting mist.

“Hanzhe, holding you feels so nice.”

From behind, Yi Yu wrapped his arms around You Hanzhe, hanging on his back like a lazy great cat. His face rested against the side of You Hanzhe’s neck, eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

“Then hold on like this,” You Hanzhe said softly. “It feels very nice for me too.”

“Mm. Hold me a little longer.”

Meanwhile, not far away, You Yige and Yi Xiaoyu leaned against a rock, staring through layers of steaming mist at the two people embracing chest to back in the distance.

You Yige ground his teeth. “I swear to God, I really don’t trust my eyes. I never thought I’d live to see this stone-faced brother of mine showing off his love right in front of me.”

Yi Xiaoyu closed his eyes. “Fatty, is your brother doing this to provoke us?”

“Uh... I think so.”

“Kiss me.”

“Huh?”

“Go to hell.”

“Okay, okay.”

Excitedly, You Yige swept Yi Xiaoyu into his arms by the waist and lowered his head to kiss him.

After they returned to their little home, the moment they stepped through the door, You Yige scooped Yi Xiaoyu up around the waist and ran toward the bedroom.

He had been holding himself back for days, and it was nearly driving him mad.

Yi Xiaoyu looped his arms around You Yige’s neck and responded fiercely to his kisses. The two of them were in the throes of passion when the doorbell rang.

It was Xiao Zhou.

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll blow your head off.” You Yige’s clothes were still in disarray, exposing most of his chest. His face was full of unfulfilled desire as he glared at Xiao Zhou at the door, nostrils flaring. “What the hell could be so important that you have to come talk about it now!”

Yi Xiaoyu emerged from behind You Yige and tapped the back of his head. “Why are you yelling?”

Then he looked at Xiao Zhou. “What’s the matter, Xiao Zhou?”

Xiao Zhou also seemed to realize he had interrupted his boss at an unfortunate moment, and he scratched his head awkwardly. “Sorry, Brother Xiao. Xiao You and I were hoping to treat you two to dinner tonight. I was wondering whether you have time.”