Yu Nian hadn't realized Qin Yuheng was so sensitive. Seeing that the touchy subject of age seemed to have struck a nerve again, he immediately protested, "Of course not."
"I'll sleep with you!"
Yu Nian had no idea what had possessed him to follow Qin Yuheng into the room.
The guest room was on the second floor, and Qin Yuheng carried his suitcase upstairs for him.
Yu Nian opened his suitcase, took out the toiletries he had brought, and said, "Brother Yu, I'll go wash up first."
Qin Yuheng sat on the edge of the bed and took off his coat. "Mm."
The guest room door wasn't fully closed. Bian Yan knocked twice. "Yu Nian?"
When he heard no answer, he pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Qin Yuheng sitting on the edge of the bed sorting through his luggage, he froze, then backed out again. "Brother Yu."
Qin Yuheng was hanging up the coat he had taken off. "What is it?"
"Where did Yu Nian go?" Bian Yan scanned the room. "Mom said you two were sleeping together tonight?"
Qin Yuheng's expression was impassive. "He said he wanted to sleep with me."
"Oh, okay." Bian Yan couldn't really object to that. He rubbed his hands together. "Would that be inconvenient for you? If it is, I can talk to him. He can sleep with me instead."
Qin Yuheng glanced at him. "No need to trouble yourself."
For once, Bian Yan caught on, recognizing the refusal in his eyes. He smiled, made an excuse, and left.
After washing up, Yu Nian went upstairs and saw Bian Yan coming down looking dejected. He greeted him. "Bian Yan, you're back."
Bian Yan gave his shoulder a light punch. "You little punk. You finally come visit, and you won't even sleep