Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Zazan spoke personally and Cheng Yan said that he would do whatever he said, let alone something as simple as having a meal.

"No problem, Zanzan, come with me."

Although Cheng Yan still has many things not prepared, Zanzan is the most important, so he will make him happy first.

After the attentive meal, Zandik felt relieved as he watched Cheng Yan busy cleaning up.

"You tonight..."

"Zan Zan, I have something to do tonight."

Cheng Yan interrupted him softly and said that he would go to the meeting tomorrow to "admit his mistake", but many things were not in place yet, and he and Zazan's wedding candy had not been made yet.

Zandik finished speaking halfway, and the rest of the sentence was stuck in his chest. He originally wanted to give him a taste of sweetness because he saw that Cheng Yan was so busy and still had to take care of himself, but he didn't expect that.

This was the first time that Cheng Yan refused when he was willing to sacrifice himself.

Don’t you like sticking to me? It doesn’t take long for you to get bored.

He stood up and prepared to leave, leaving only a noble and cold back to Cheng Yan.

"You heard me wrong. I didn't say anything just now." I didn't invite you to my place in the evening either.

After spending a few months with Cheng Yan, there were only a few opportunities for him to take the initiative to contact him. Zandik knew what kind of person Cheng Yan was. Whenever he deliberately showed his body or face in front of him, his obsidian eyes seemed unable to move away.

She knew clearly that Cheng Yan was obsessed with her appearance, but now that she took the initiative to ask him, he refused without even listening.

They were about to walk out of the forest, but Zandik slowed down, waiting for Cheng Yan to change his mind.

But there was no sound behind him for a long time. Zandik stood with his back stiff. After a long time, he couldn't help but look back.

Cheng Yan had disappeared from the spot, and the leftovers on the table and even the table had disappeared completely.

...very good.

Zandik almost left with a flick of his sleeves, and went into rampage mode, running straight through the forest, through the Sahavalo Academy, and back to where he lived.

Sitting at his desk, Zandik raised his hands to spread out the small parts on the table. His face was serious and he seemed fully focused, ready to continue completing his work.

His eyes moved to the tiny gear-like parts. He didn't want to trouble Cheng Yan to pick them out for him one by one. They were extremely precise micro-gears and very valuable. Fortunately, Cheng Yan was clumsy and didn't mess it up.

...No, why am I thinking of him again?

Realizing belatedly that he had been thinking about Cheng Yan and things related to him too frequently, Zandik put down the gear in his hand and turned around to pick up another part.

But my attention was drawn to an irregularly shaped piece of metal next to this part.

That was given by Cheng Yan. It was a very special metal of unknown material. It was easily shaped yet extremely hard, and could withstand temperature changes from sudden cold to sudden heat. Even though he didn't know what the metal was, Zandik could guess that it was not something that could be easily obtained.

It seemed like I was thinking of someone again.

If he could deliberately avoid it before, Zandik is now somewhat helpless.

How come he has so many treasures? Why can I find traces of him everywhere around me?

A sense of powerlessness surged in Zandik's heart. He was somewhat looking forward to this unfamiliar feeling, but also somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

Just ask him when he would be touched by a man and not feel disgusted.

But Cheng Yan seems to have such magic that when he looks at you intently, you can't think about anything and can only be led by his emotions. If you are not careful, you will be thrown into a world full of the most primitive desires of human beings.

Tsk, isn't this just a pervert?

Zandik dropped the piece of metal in his hand, and the metal made a sound when it hit the wooden table. Unable to concentrate, Zandik lay directly on the bed.

I said not to think about it, but the details of my interactions with Cheng Yan kept coming back to my mind.

As time passed, Zandik's posture on the bed did not change at all.

His head was full of Cheng Yan's face, crying, laughing, and depressed. The vivid expressions occupied his mind and he fell into a deep sleep in the world created by Cheng Yan.

It seemed like a long time had passed. When Zandik opened his eyes again, it was already dark. The doors and windows were locked. Under the moonlight, a long shadow was cast on the door.

Just as he was about to get up to check the situation, Zandik heard a familiar sigh.

It was Cheng Yan, who seemed very tired.

The figure approached, the footsteps so light that there was no sound at all, and Zandik breathed softly, as if he was still asleep.

Cheng Yan had already walked into the house and the door was gently closed. Zandik hesitated whether to let Cheng Yan know that he had not rested yet. Before he could think of what to say, his waist was suddenly hugged.

Cheng Yan had already crawled into his bed.

I felt a breath on my face, followed by a light kiss.

"Great, good night."

After saying good night, Cheng Yan hugged Zandik's waist and fell asleep, leaving the only awake person even more awake.

Zandik: What good night? How can he sleep like this?