Ye Zhean didn't like Luo Yuan, and even grew to dislike him after the contract incident. Luo Yuan knew this, he had always known.

Sometimes he himself feels pretty despicable. He wasted two years obsessing over someone who didn't love him back. What did he ultimately gain from it?

Disdain, indifference, aversion, resentment.

Luo Yuan had considered giving up, but every time he thought about not being able to eat and sleep together with his teacher Ye in the future, not being able to have intimate skin contact and make love together, perhaps soon, his teacher Ye would eat, sleep, and make love with someone else instead. Just thinking about those scenes made Luo Yuan's heart ache and throb as if being pricked by needles.

It hurts, when will it stop hurting? Being with Ye Zhe'an for one year and ten months, every day was filled with pain. But within that pain, there was still sweetness. At least he knew that Teacher Ye was still his, temporarily. If he really gave up, he would have nothing left.

One less day each passing day, but he enjoys each day as it comes. That's just how despicable he is.

But now, it seems that Ye Zhe'an's dissatisfaction with him has reached its peak. Does he know that the contract is about to expire and is unwilling to tolerate it any longer?

There were no windows in the corridor, only a dim wall lamp. Ye Zhe'an stood with his back to the light, and the soft white glow spilled down, illuminating his sharply defined face in an eerie, flickering manner, inexplicably giving off a sense of gloom.

Luo Yuan felt wronged, and tears dripped down incessantly. A few drops rolled into his collar and landed on the mottled bruises, lingering there for half a second before rolling directly into his shirt.

After Ye Zhe'an finished shouting, he regained consciousness and felt a sharp pain in his chest when he looked at Luo Yuan in this state. He clenched the collar of Luo Yuan's clothes tightly and forcefully pulled him up a few centimeters, bringing their faces even closer.

Luoyuan didn't know what he was thinking, but he wrapped his arms around Ye Zhe'an's neck and kissed him.

But just a few seconds later, before my tongue could even slip inside, Ye Zhe'an pulled away and said, "Lu Yuan, are you so impatient?"

Luo Yuan held Ye Zhe'an's head in his arms, his fingers spread open, gripping tightly around the back of his head, forcefully pulling his head towards himself. As he pulled, he whispered in a low voice, "Teacher Ye, please don't say that about me. I only... only feel this way towards you. I only want you to..."

Ye Zhe'an pressed his forehead against him, looking into his eyes. There was an inexplicable shimmer in his eyes, difficult to comprehend. Luo Yuan hooked onto him, attempting once again to bring their lips together. Ye Zhe'an turned his face, and Luo Yuan's kiss landed on his cheek.

Neither of them moved, and the kiss lingered for nearly half a minute. Luo Yuan slowly pulled his lips away, still holding onto Ye Zhe'an. He hooked his arm around him and rested his head against Ye Zhe'an's shoulder, rubbing against it in a pleasing and slightly coquettish manner. "Teacher Ye, don't be angry. I won't go to the supermarket anymore. Can I wait for you at home?"

Ye Zhe slowly loosened Luo Yuan's collar, pushing him away from herself. Her gaze swept over his disheveled collarbone, coolly. Taking two steps back, she impatiently urged him, "Go inside, I'll be back soon."

Luo Yuan obediently "oh"ed and turned around to enter the password on the door, then went inside.

The door closed, and Ye Zhe'an closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk into the elevator.

That night, Luo Yuan, for the first time ever, didn't bother Ye Zhe'an. After taking a shower, he climbed into bed and started playing with his phone. Ye Zhe'an finished organizing the teaching materials he would need for the following week and returned to the bedroom intending to grab some clean clothes to take a shower, only to find that he was already asleep—his upper body leaning against the headboard, his head tilted to one side, with his mouth slightly open.

This posture inevitably makes one drool, and Luo Yuan is no exception. The corners of his mouth were shiny, and it looked as if drool was about to flow down to his jawbone. Ye Zhe'an rushed over and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to cover his mouth's corner.

Ye Zhe'an moved quickly, but quietly, ensuring that he didn't wake Luo Yuan. He used a tissue to wipe off the drool from the corner of Luo Yuan's mouth, then straightened up and stared at him for a while. He crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

He bent down again, one hand passing through Luo Yuan's neck, the other passing through his slightly bent leg, lifting him up horizontally.

He didn't hold the person too high, just moved him down a few tens of centimeters so that his head could rest neatly on the pillow.

It seems that Luo Yuan is quite exhausted; he slept deeply throughout the entire process without any change in his breathing.

Ye Zhe'an gently laid the person flat, shook the blanket to help cover him, and went into the bathroom, holding the clothes.

When he finished taking a shower and came out, Luo Yuan was already hugging the blanket and rolling into the middle of the big bed, occupying the entire bed with his limbs sprawled out.

The house has an extra bedroom, but there is no bed in it. The only room suitable for sleeping is this one. Ye Zhe'an had no choice but to work hard once again, picking up Luo Yuan and carrying him to the other side of the bed, before lying down on this side himself.

In the middle of the night, Ye Zhean felt half-asleep and vaguely sensed that he was being pressed down by something. Half of his body felt numb. When he woke up, he realized that Luo Yuan was hugging him like a koala, with his hand still gripping his neck.

Luo Yuan's body feels cool, and every time he sleeps, he is entangled with it. He tried pushing it away a few times, but since it was useless, he just let it be.

As usual, he pushed Luo Yuan away, and as usual, Luo Yuan stuck close. After a few times, he habitually gave up.

Tonight, Luoyuan seemed unusually clingy. When he hugged him, he held on tightly, their skin pressed against each other through two layers of thin pajamas. It easily evoked certain desires in people. Ye Zhe'an forcefully pushed his hands away, shifted his body between his arms, and lay facing him.

After tossing and turning for a while, Ye Zhe'an couldn't fall asleep anymore. He decided to open his eyes and take a good look at the person in front of him, whose breath intertwined with his, under the moonlight outside the window.

A refreshing forehead, thick eyebrows, slender and slightly upturned eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a gentle jawline, delicate yet not feminine appearance, emitting a clean aura that lies somewhere between youth and adulthood.

Luo Yuan had fair skin, which reflected a faint glow under the dim moonlight, presenting a hazy and lustrous sheen. Ye Zhe'an reached out his hand and placed it half an inch away from Luo Yuan's face, a spot so close that a slight tremor would make their skin touch, creating a sense of closeness yet distance.

In my impression, Luoyuan has a smooth face, which I can feel when we kiss. He has never taken the initiative to touch him, or even give him a proper look.

Luo Yuan was fast asleep, his brows furrowed tightly, like uneven gullies. Ye Zhe'an placed his thumb on top and gently kneaded it, trying to smooth out those gullies.

Luo Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat bewildered. He stared straight into Ye Zhe'an's eyes with his pair of black eyes.

"What are you doing, Teacher Ye?" Luo Yuan asked, his lips puckering and gliding across Ye Zhe'an's lips as he spoke.

Ye Zhe'an didn't move. Luo Yuan then said, "Teacher Ye, why are you staying up late at night watching me?"

He effortlessly flipped over, propped himself on Ye Zhe'an's body, and lightly grazed his lower lip against Ye Zhe'an's groin. "Teacher Ye, would you like it? Shall I help you bite it?"

Ye Zhe'an's eyes were filled with deep affection. It was too dark for him to worry about Luo Yuan seeing, so he grabbed Luo Yuan's shoulder and pushed him aside. Slowly, he sat up and said, "If you don't want to sleep, get up and prepare the lesson plan you'll need for Monday's class. You have your first class on Monday morning, don't forget."

Luo Yuan covered his stomach and stretched out on the bed, covering himself with a blanket, "No need, I'll take time off."

Ye Zhe'an was momentarily stunned. He turned his head and looked at Luo Yuan's face, who had already closed his eyes.

He pulled back the covers and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. "Do whatever you want. If you want to take time off, find someone to substitute for you. Don't bother me."