The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 44
Drunk
Wen Yan finished making the snowman, cradling it in his hands. It was just the size of two palms, and he cheerfully placed it on the windowsill, saying it would stay there the entire winter.
Rong Xiao followed him into the house, watching him from across the living room, always feeling that Wen Yan sometimes still seemed like he hadn’t grown up.
Yu Bu Wen was in the kitchen, with nothing to do in the evening, he mixed various types of alcohol and was worried that he made too much, when Rong Xiao and Wen Yan came back.
Timing couldn’t have been better.
He waved to Wen Yan, “Young Master, want to have some sweet wine?”
Wen Yan patted the snow off his hands and curiously approached, looking at the row of differently colored wines displayed in beautiful high-footed glasses.
He wasn’t much of a drinker; at most, he would have half a bottle of beer at gatherings with classmates, just to join in. However, the drinks Yu Bu Wen concocted looked beautiful, and there was a pleasant fruity fragrance. He couldn’t help but be tempted.
Yu Bu Wen reminded him, “Take the blue one on the side; it has lower alcohol content.”
Wen Yan obediently agreed.
After Yu Bu Wen finished advising Wen Yan, he started discussing with Rong Xiao about the special items brought by the Bureau of Demon Control, all of which needed Rong Xiao’s approval. They also discussed things that needed to be replenished at home next month, which Rong Xiao had to decide.
Rong Xiao poured himself a glass; he had a good tolerance for alcohol, capable of holding his liquor, so drinking more was not an issue.
Neither of them paid attention to how many drinks Wen Yan had.
Wen Yan started with the sweet wine recommended by Yu Bu Wen, tasting no trace of alcohol, but the fruity sweetness was quite pronounced. He then picked up another glass, which had a bit of alcohol flavor, but the orange taste was stronger. After finishing it, he paused for a few seconds, feeling that the strength was just right, and he even arrogantly thought his alcohol tolerance had improved recently.
So, his hand reached for a third glass…
By the time Rong Xiao and Yu Bu Wen noticed, the row of glass cups was already four drinks lighter.
Wen Yan, like a tipsy cat, was leaning on the bar, his cheeks flushed like he had applied rouge, innocently closing his eyes.
Rong Xiao: “…”
He picked up a glass and smelled it, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Yu Bu Wen, “Who told you to add vodka and rum in there?”
Yu Bu Wen defended himself, claiming that it was mixed for his own consumption.
Clearly, two glasses were low-alcohol sweet wines, but Wen Yan insisted on choosing the high-alcohol ones.
But now, it was too late to say anything.
Wen Yan was thoroughly drunk, sleeping soundly. He hadn’t been awakened by any noise; even the breath he exhaled carried a faint scent of alcohol and fruit.
Helplessly, Rong Xiao carried him upstairs, once again reducing the imposing demon to a close servant. He helped Wen Yan undress and remove his shoes before carrying him to take a bath.
Rong Xiao’s bathtub was quite large, almost comparable to a hot spring. Wen Yan soaked in it, and in no time, his entire body turned pink, even his fingertips had a rosy hue.
Leaning against the edge of the bathtub, the water just below his chest, Wen Yan’s flawless and fair skin could still be seen on his youthful body.
He looked so innocent and obedient.
Rong Xiao initially only helped with a simple wash, but his hands unconsciously brushed across Wen Yan’s eyebrow bone, then slowly glided to his lips.
Those beautiful lips that had uttered sincere words of love.
Rong Xiao’s eyes darkened a bit, and an indistinct desire was stirred in his heart.
He was not devoid of desire.
He wished he could swallow Wen Yan whole, body and soul, completely merging him into his own being, so he could carry him everywhere.
But he had to endure.
He couldn’t help but kiss Wen Yan’s fingers, his forehead, and even his ankle. The desire in his heart screamed, causing him pain.
He knew Wen Yan liked him, desired him, but he couldn’t do more, couldn’t let his loved one’s life be depleted because of him.
No matter how intimate they were, they could only go so far.
After more than half an hour, Wen Yan was wrapped in a towel and carried out by Rong Xiao. He slept peacefully, not at all disturbed, but there were faint pink marks on his drooping arm.
Wen Yan slept until dawn.
He had just fallen asleep drunk, and Rong Xiao had fed him an antidote, so when he woke up, he felt no headache, but rather refreshed. Glancing to the side, he found the bed empty; Rong Xiao had already gotten up.
He yawned, lazily walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up. When he looked in the mirror, he suddenly found a slightly red patch of skin on his collar bone. It looked like a bite mark. And there were even some on his wrist.
At first, Wen Yan thought it was mosquito bites, but after some thought, where would mosquitoes come from in the middle of winter?
He suddenly understood.
Although he had no practical experience, who hadn’t seen an adult film? These were clearly hickeys.
Wen Yan, with a toothbrush in his mouth, stood there in a daze for a while before suddenly bursting into laughter. Thinking about who had bathed him yesterday, he didn’t need to think too much about who left these marks.
The old monster, usually serious and conservative, also had emotions deep down.
He wiped his face and walked downstairs in three or two steps.
Rong Xiao was indeed downstairs, with a cup of coffee, breakfast, and a book placed next to it.
He ran over, plopping down on Rong Xiao’s lap, and pointed at the marks on his collar bone, asking, “Is this your doing?”
Rong Xiao, found by someone but feeling no guilt, admitted directly, “Yes.”
Wen Yan felt a bit triumphant and amused.
“You are quite hypocritical,” Wen Yan poked Rong Xiao’s chest, whispering, “If you want to do something, just do it.”
It’s not like he disagreed.
However, Rong Xiao pretended not to hear and didn’t respond. He simply caught Wen Yan’s wandering hands and fed him a strawberry dipped in cream.
After the winter vacation, Wen Yan spent quite some time living carefreely, as if he wanted to make up for all the hard work he put into the final exams.
Coincidentally, this year’s Spring Festival was early. Without even realizing it, the streets became lively, and half a month had passed since the winter vacation, with only two days left until the Spring Festival.
The streets were filled with festive red, and everywhere sold festival items.
Wen Yan had already told Rong Xiao that he would spend the New Year at his house this year, and Rong Xiao agreed.
Wen Yan lay on the sofa playing card games, somewhat curious about how Rong Xiao had spent previous festivals. He asked, “Do monsters celebrate the Spring Festival?”
“We do, but not every year. We gather when we have the time. It’s the same at Yu Bu Wen’s house, usually once every ten years,” Rong Xiao said indifferently, “But I don’t have the habit of celebrating the Spring Festival.”
Wen Yan stopped playing the game and looked up at Rong Xiao, asking, “So, when Yu Bu Wen goes home for the holidays, what do you do?”
From his observations, the old monster didn’t like being disturbed at home. If it weren’t for him moving in, this large house would almost always only have Rong Xiao and Yu Bu Wen, two monsters.
“Do you join the Bureau of Demon Control monsters for a New Year’s dinner?” Wen Yan speculated.
Rong Xiao thought for a moment. He seemed to have done nothing special.
This day held no particular significance for him, and he continued to handle paperwork and official affairs as usual. If he happened to be free on that day, he sat in the courtyard reading a book.
He had no family, no loved ones.
He didn’t need reunions.
“Just staying at home like usual. Nothing special,” Rong Xiao said calmly.
Wen Yan vaguely understood Rong Xiao’s meaning. He knew monsters were different from humans, not attaching much importance to festivals and reunions.
But other monsters, at least, had parents, siblings, and a place to return to.
But Rong Xiao was different. Rong Xiao was the only Unyielding Wood on Kunlun Mountain, the only one of his kind in the world.
He was born without ties, wandering the world in solitude.
Perhaps Rong Xiao didn’t think it mattered, but Wen Yan somehow felt a bit sorry for him.
He tossed his phone aside and pounced onto Rong Xiao.
“There’s a saying among humans, ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans do.’ You’re engaged to me, so you’re part of my family. From now on, you have to come back with me for the Spring Festival every year.”
He kissed Rong Xiao’s nose: “It’s decided. Let’s go back early tomorrow.”
Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve.
Rong Xiao hugged Wen Yan’s waist: “Okay.”