I Only Want You chapter 50
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Yang Xiaole was really worried about the hand pain that Bian Xianyang mentioned. As they entered the elevator together, he continued to ask, “Are you sure it’s okay? Shouldn’t you apply some medicine or bandage it?”
Bian Xianyang pressed the floor button, “It’s not a big problem; it’ll get better in a few days on its own.”
Yang Xiaole placed the shopping bag at his feet, but his gaze kept drifting towards his hand.
Soon, the elevator door opened with a ding. Yang Xiaole picked up the shopping bag and followed Bian Xianyang into the apartment. He conscientiously changed into indoor shoes and headed towards the open kitchen.
Bian Xianyang didn’t follow; he just stood outside the kitchen, watching as he took ingredients from the bag and placed them on the kitchen island, including a box of a certain brand of vanilla ice cream.
It was his favorite ice cream, as he had mentioned on a previous show… So, the ice cream Yang Xiaole bought for him was this one.
Seeing the familiar box, Bian Xianyang couldn’t help but walk over and pick it up.
Glancing at his hand, Yang Xiaole said, “It’s all melted; I don’t know if putting it in the freezer will save it in time.”
“Let’s try,” Bian Xianyang said, turning to put the ice cream into the freezer.
Yang Xiaole awkwardly chopped tomatoes and scrambled eggs. “Do you want something sweet or savory?”
“Slightly sweet.”
Yang Xiaole took some white sugar from the seasoning box, sprinkled it in the pan, stirred it evenly, and then served it on a plate on the dining table. “Should I cook some noodles for you?”
Bian Xianyang shook his head, took out two pairs of chopsticks, and came out. “You can cook a bowl for yourself.”
Yang Xiaole shook his head, busying himself with organizing the kitchen and kitchen waste.
Bian Xianyang just watched him. “Are you leaving?”
“Yeah, I’m going back. I won’t disturb you.”
Bian Xianyang stared at him intently. “Are you angry?”
“No.”
“Yes, you are.”
“If you say so.”
Bian Xianyang didn’t like his attitude. He placed the chopsticks on the table and walked towards the kitchen, blocking his path with his body.
Without fully lifting his head, Yang Xiaole’s gaze fell on his Adam’s apple. “What’s wrong? I waited for you downstairs for almost ten hours. Can’t I be angry?”
Bian Xianyang spoke without thinking, “I didn’t ask you to wait for me.”
It seemed like Yang Xiaole heard the sound of his heart slowly breaking. His head lowered.
“Am I bothering you by coming to you so shamelessly? Does it annoy you?”
Bian Xianyang regretted his words immediately. Seeing Yang Xiaole visibly hurt by what he said, he felt a tightness in his chest. He wanted to explain but his throat seemed blocked, leaving him silent, just watching the person in front of him without uttering a word.
Yang Xiaole sadly wiped his eyes with his hand. “I’m going back. Let me through.”
Bian Xianyang stood still.
Yang Xiaole tried to take a small step forward, but Bian Xianyang still blocked the only exit from the kitchen like a statue.
Feeling both angry and heartbroken, Yang Xiaole took a step back. “What else do you want? Do you want to scold me?”
“I don’t want to scold you, and I don’t find you annoying,” Bian Xianyang said, reaching out a hand towards him. “Give me your phone; I’ll charge it for you.”
“No need, I don’t want to pay for electricity.”
“You won’t have to pay.”
“Well, I don’t need your help. I’ll go downstairs and borrow a power bank from the security guard.”
“Borrowing from the security guard means you don’t have to pay for electricity?”
“I’ll pay him!”
Bian Xianyang looked at his face, softening his voice, “Good boy, give me your phone.”
The familiar yet unfamiliar nickname made Yang Xiaole suddenly lift his head, looking at Bian Xianyang in disbelief. By the time he regained his senses, he had already handed over his phone.
Bian Xianyang took his phone and turned towards the bedroom. After a while, he came out again. This time, he didn’t block the exit from the kitchen but instead pulled out a chair, sitting down at the dining table.
“Come over and eat together.”
Only now did Yang Xiaole realize that his phone was taken away, and he couldn’t go back. Unable to hold back, he scolded him with a frown, “Sneaky!”
Bian Xianyang silently lifted the corners of his mouth, picked up a piece of tomato with his chopsticks, and said, “Come over.”
Reluctantly, Yang Xiaole dragged his feet over. Bian Xianyang picked up another pair of chopsticks and handed them to him. “Don’t you want to taste the dish you cooked?”
Without taking them, Yang Xiaole said, “Apologize to me first.”
Surprisingly, Bian Xianyang apologized readily, “Sorry.”
Only then did Yang Xiaole take the chopsticks and sit in the seat opposite him. However, he didn’t reach for the plate of tomato and scrambled eggs placed between them.
He was still very upset. Even though Bian Xianyang apologized, he was still hurt. Since he revealed he wasn’t Nana, every word this person said was like a stab to his heart.
Bian Xianyang lowered his head and ate two bites of the sweet tomato. Watching the person in front of him, who looked upset and aggrieved, he said, “I’ve already explained to you why I was late.”
Ignoring him, Yang Xiaole kept his eyes down, a thin mist of tears appearing in his eyes. “I don’t want to come anymore.”
Hearing this, Bian Xianyang’s heart sank suddenly. “Let’s not talk about that now; the food will get cold if we don’t eat.”
Yang Xiaole refused to touch his chopsticks. Once again, he repeated, “I don’t want to come anymore.”
Bian Xianyang fixed his gaze on the plate of tomato and eggs. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make amends?”
“I don’t want to come anymore.”
Putting down his chopsticks, Bian Xianyang stood up and walked to the entrance. He took out a spare key from the cabinet and placed it in front of Yang Xiaole. “If I’m not here next time, you can come in directly.”
Looking at the bunch of keys without touching them, Yang Xiaole said, “This is not good.”
“The homeowner has agreed; what’s not good about it?”
Pushing the keys back, Yang Xiaole said, “If you’re not here next time, I won’t wait for you.”
This statement was even more unacceptable to Bian Xianyang than him saying he didn’t want to come anymore. However, Yang Xiaole added, “Since you said you didn’t ask me to wait for you, then I won’t wait. I won’t wait for you in the future.”
Sitting back in his seat, Bian Xianyang silently picked up his chopsticks and continued eating. He was actually quite hungry; one bite after another, the plate of tomato and eggs was quickly finished.
When had finished eating, Yang Xiaole was about to pick up the plate to wash it, but Bian Xianyang directly pulled the empty plate away, preventing him from taking it.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaole withdrew his hand. “Give me back my phone.”
“No.”
“If you don’t give it back, I can’t go back.”
“Then don’t go back.”
After saying this, even Bian Xianyang himself was stunned, but he didn’t want to change his words or explain. He really didn’t want Yang Xiaole to leave like this.
An awkward silence enveloped the room suddenly.
After a while, Bian Xianyang sighed lightly, “Try to understand me a little, too. The person I liked suddenly changed from a girl to a boy. Up until now, I haven’t figured out how to view you or how to get along with you.”
Yang Xiaole played with his fingers without saying a word, keeping his head down.
“When I came back and saw that you hadn’t left, I was actually happy, even though I didn’t show it.”
Yang Xiaole retorted in a small voice, “Not only did you not show it, you seemed visibly angry.”
“Not very, just a little annoyed because I thought you deliberately ignored my messages… I’m sorry for making you wait for so long, and thank you for waiting for me… The tomato and egg stir-fry is delicious.”
Yang Xiaole touched his slightly hot ear. “Oh, I just cooked it casually.”
Bian Xianyang looked at Yang Xiaole, who seemed a bit embarrassed, and inexplicably felt shy as well. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Anyway, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t find you annoying.”
“I know, just give me back my phone.”
Bian Xianyang frowned, “Why? Are you leaving?”
Yang Xiaole raised his face to look at him, with eyes that seemed to say otherwise. “It’s already very late.”
“There’s a spare room.”
“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
“You can wear mine.”
Yang Xiaole remained silent.
“Do you need to inform someone that you’re not going back?”
“…I never promised not to go back.”
“I’m not giving you back your phone anyway.”
Yang Xiaole’s heart raced, making it difficult to breathe. Trying to conceal his nervousness, he touched his nose. “You’re too overbearing. Why do you insist on me staying?”
“Don’t know. I just don’t want you to leave through that door.”
After saying this, Bian Xianyang picked up the spare keys on the table and walked towards the entrance. Yang Xiaole turned to look at him and saw him standing in front of the door, making the keys jingle. Then he walked back, unable to resist asking, “Did you just lock the door?”
“Yes, double-locked it because I won’t go out again today. I found some clothes for you. Take a shower first, and leave the plates; I’ll clean up later.”
Yang Xiaole sat dumbfounded in his seat, watching him enter the bedroom and come out with a set of clothes.
“The underwear is new, never worn. It might be a bit big, so just make do. The bathroom is there.”
Holding the clothes, Yang Xiaole couldn’t understand why he suddenly decided to stay overnight.
Bian Xianyang picked up the plates from the dining table and threw them into the sink. After washing up, he turned to see Yang Xiaole still sitting motionless. He took two tissues to wipe his hands, then went to grab his wrist, pulling him up from the chair and leading him to the bathroom.
“Turn here for hot water. If you want to take a bath, there’s a bathtub. Bath bombs are here, new towels and toothbrushes are in the drawer, and there’s a hairdryer. Feel free to use them. If you need anything, just call me; I can hear from outside.”
Bian Xianyang finished speaking, walked past Yang Xiaole, and before leaving, he reached out to ruffle his hair, then closed the bathroom door behind him.
Staring at his flushed face in the mirror, Yang Xiaole just wanted to find a hole to hide in until the Chinese New Year.
Half an hour later, Yang Xiaole finished showering and came out wearing obviously oversized pajamas. His washed hair was already half-dried. Looking at the person sitting on the sofa watching TV, he hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you have a face mask I can borrow?”
Bian Xianyang got up and went into the bedroom, coming out with a large box for him. “It was a gift from a brand; you can take all of them.”
Yang Xiaole didn’t take all of them, just pulled out one, “One is enough.”
Bian Xianyang held the box of face masks and watched as Yang Xiaole, like a rabbit, hurried back to the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out with the mask on. Nonchalantly passing by him, Yang Xiaole sat cross-legged on the sofa.
Sensing the gaze of someone staring at him, Yang Xiaole glanced over, “What are you doing? You asked me to stay.”
Bian Xianyang looked at him and asked, “Have you ever stayed at another man’s house like this before?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Lying is for puppies.”
Bian Xianyang suddenly sneered, “You really dare to say that. Cross-dressing to deceive me doesn’t count as lying?”
Feeling guilty, Yang Xiaole said, “Well, let me rephrase it. If I lie to you again, I’m a puppy.”
“You better be, I don’t keep pets at home.”
Yang Xiaole grumbled discontentedly in a low voice, “Who asked you to keep one…”
After muttering, his face to his neck suddenly turned all red, even his ears were flushed.
Putting down the box of face masks in his hand, Bian Xianyang walked up to him. With the height advantage, standing or sitting, he inevitably seemed condescending.
“Let me make it clear from the beginning. I like Nana not because of her appearance or gender.”
Yang Xiaole’s shoulders slightly shrank, and he stammered, “Oh, oh…”
Suddenly, Bian Xianyang crouched down, lifting his face to look at him. “Teasing you is quite fun, but the concern is genuine.”
“Oh…”