Would This Be Intermittent Paralysis?

He Qing hesitated.

Listening to his little wife's thoughts, he suddenly regretted staying.

Xu Yanche saw He Qing standing still instead of coming over and found it a little strange.

[Had he suddenly forgotten how to walk? He seemed to be walking just fine a moment ago. Could this be intermittent paralysis?]

He Qing: "..." I'm not paralyzed.

Xu Yanche hopped off the bed and slid over to He Qing, then swept him up in his arms.

He carried him over to the bed and set him down.

Then he started running his hands all over He Qing.

"Heh heh heh, I'm not holding back. You came right to me."

He Qing: "..." Why does my little wife seem a bit dim?

The tips of his ears warmed slightly.

He pulled the blanket over Xu Yanche.

"Go to sleep."

Xu Yanche wriggled out from under the blanket.

Then, like an octopus, he wrapped himself around He Qing with all four limbs.

[Waaah, Qingqing Darling has such a great body. He feels so good. Sigh, I can't believe he's twenty-seven and still a virgin. What a bargain for me.]

[Heh heh heh, I get to feel up a handsome man and still have so much pocket money to spend every month. I'm truly living the dream. Qingqing Darling must have saved the entire galaxy in his past life to be lucky enough to meet someone as handsome as me.]

The affection that had just begun to stir in He Qing was doused by Xu Yanche's few words.

Annoyed, he pushed Xu Yanche away. "Go to sleep properly."

Xu Yanche pouted, hugged the blanket, and turned his back to He Qing. He took out his phone and started playing Snake Battle. He hadn't collected any shells during today's beachcombing expedition yet.

He watched an ad to double his shells, then went to the shop to redeem a skin.

[Heh heh heh, I've got more than two hundred shells now. I can finally get the skin I've been dreaming about. Nice, nice. Ahhhhh, I finally got it! No, I have to post on Weibo and show it off.]

Long Aotian: Heh heh heh, I got my beloved skin ✿✿ヽ(°▽°)ノ✿

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[Chive Who Doesn't Eat Chives]: Well, well, well. Seeing that Tiantian is worth over a hundred million but plays the same game as me makes me feel better.

[One Lap and I'll Send You to Grandma]: Waaah, Tiantian, you're worth over a hundred million. Why are you still using a free Snake Battle skin you got by watching ads?

Xu Yanche saw the comment and replied at once.

[Long Aotian]: We don't spend money in games. It's easy to get addicted, so no thanks. Wouldn't that money be better spent buying a couple of grilled sausages in steamed buns from a street stall?

[One Lap and I'll Send You to Grandma]: Fair point.

[Fertilizer-Painting the Wall]: How do you have so many shells?

[Long Aotian]: You idiot, you have to upgrade your stats, or you won't get many shells. Every time you open the game, watch an ad and collect double the shells.

Xu Yanche chatted back and forth with his fans for ten minutes.

He watched the memorization video He Jing had sent him, tapping it open and giving it a quick look.

Then, in a pretty good mood, he went to sleep.

His corpse felt nice and warm.

[My fans are so cute, much cuter than Qingqing Darling. Qingqing Darling won't let me hug or kiss him, and he doesn't talk to me either. My fans are just as weird as I am, and they chat with me.]

He Qing, who was still awake, heard every word of Xu Yanche's thoughts.

He turned onto his side to face Xu Yanche.

Then he firmly pulled the nearly-asleep Xu Yanche into his arms.

Xu Yanche, who had almost fallen asleep, jolted awake.

He kicked out with a flying heel and sent He Qing tumbling off the bed.

"You audacious pervert! How dare you take advantage of your grandpa?"

He Qing looked at Xu Yanche on the bed, his expression dark.

Xu Yanche looked at the person lying on the floor and finally remembered that someone else was in bed with him.

He felt a little guilty.

[I'm used to sleeping alone, so I forgot there was someone beside me. He should've said something, though. This is really bad. I hope this God of Wealth doesn't dock my pocket money over it.]

He quickly jumped off the bed and helped He Qing up, apologizing sincerely. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were lying beside me. Does it hurt? I'll rub it and blow on it for you."

He Qing lay back down and sulkily pulled the blanket over himself.

He didn't want to talk to this little wife for a while.

He'd been the one to say he was upset because He Qing wouldn't let him hug or kiss him. Fine.

He'd hugged him, and what happened?

He'd been kicked off the bed without mercy.

Xu Yanche stood beside the bed, watching He Qing sleep with the blanket over his head, deep in thought.

Then, shamelessly, he slipped beneath the covers.

He burrowed into He Qing's arms and wrapped himself around his waist.

"Qingqing Darling, don't be mad, okay?"

[Be mad all you want, just don't dock my pocket money.]

He Qing was about ready to die of anger.

He'd finally figured it out: money was all Xu Yanche cared about. He didn't care about him, a whole living person, at all.

Xu Yanche was only nice to him for the money.

He edged backward, putting some distance between them.

[How dare he push away my hug? Does he know how many people out there want me to hug them? Am I not handsome enough, or is my voice not nice enough? Is my waist not soft enough, or am I not sweet enough when I talk? How dare he push me away?]

[I'm going to hug him anyway. What can he do about it?]

Xu Yanche closed in, moving right up to him and wrapping his arms around He Qing's waist. "Try moving away again."

He Qing lowered his eyes to look at Xu Yanche in his arms. He thought his little wife was saying one thing and meaning another.

Forget it. I won't hold it against a child. If he wants a hug, I'll hug him.

When Xu Yanche woke up the next morning,

he reached out.

His hand landed on a solid chest.

It felt pretty nice, so he gave it a squeeze.

Then a low, sexy voice sounded above his head. "Does it feel good?"

Xu Yanche opened his eyes and looked at the muscular body in front of him, then nodded. "It feels good."

He even leaned in and kissed him.

Afterward, he remembered something.

His expression stiffened at once.

Then it returned to normal, and he boldly reached lower.

He leaned in and kissed He Qing on the lips, too.

He Qing caught Xu Yanche's hand, the tips of his ears turning faintly red. "Have some shame."

Seeing He Qing's red ears, Xu Yanche understood.

He let out Black Witch Fairy's laugh in his heart.

[Hahahahahahaha, well, well, well. I never expected the mighty CEO to be such an innocent guy. A little teasing and he's already blushing. If we ever do that sort of thing, won't he die of embarrassment?]

Xu Yanche leaned closer, planning to kiss He Qing again and give him a French kiss.

He stopped just before their lips met.

He Qing had been looking forward to it, but when Xu Yanche stopped, he didn't understand why. Didn't he say he wanted to French kiss me? Why'd he stop?

Come on, keep kissing me.

Then Xu Yanche dragged him up and took him into the bathroom.

[Damn, I haven't brushed my teeth. I'll give him a deep kiss after I brush.]

He Qing: Fair point.

But when it came time to brush his teeth, he ran into a problem. There wasn't another toothbrush, and he didn't want to use the hotel's.

Xu Yanche brushed his teeth while darting over to his suitcase. He rummaged through it and pulled out a new toothbrush.

He also took out a milk-tea cup he'd kept and washed clean, then handed it to He Qing.

"Use this to brush your teeth."

[Sigh, he's really getting a bargain. I was planning to keep this milk-tea cup to drink water from. That milk tea wasn't cheap.]

He Qing looked at the milk-tea cup Xu Yanche had handed him with an indescribable expression.