I Only Want You chapter 51

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Yang Xiaole was grateful that he had a face mask on at this moment. Otherwise, Bian Xianyang would have seen him blushing like the tomatoes he used to cook just now. His heart was pounding so fast that it felt like it could jump out of his throat, making his hands numb.

While Yang Xiaole was happily celebrating in his heart, he lifted his hand to securely adjust the face mask on his face, emitting a muffled…mmh from his nose toward the person in front of him.

“What does that ‘mmh’ mean?”

“Figure it out yourself, young man. Move aside, don’t block my view of the TV.”

Bian Xianyang had no choice but to step back.

Yang Xiaole, in a bold sitting posture, occupied the couch and the TV like a bandit.

Watching him, Bian Xianyang couldn’t help but feel complicated emotions. “Generally speaking, wouldn’t people pay a little attention to their image in front of someone they like?”

“I haven’t? I’ve paid a lot of attention,” Yang Xiaole said, raising his hand to grab the remote control, trying to change the channel. However, he couldn’t find what he wanted to watch after pressing it several times. “I want to watch a drama, the one that guy is acting in.”

“Which guy?”

“The senior in your company, the drama king.”

Bian Xianyang took the remote control and found the recently popular drama for him. “Is it this one?”

“Yes, yes, I’ve watched up to episode twenty-two.”

Bian Xianyang helped him play the selected episode, then put down the remote control and looked at the person who quickly became engrossed. “Do you really like Shen Ge?”

“I do, why wouldn’t I? He’s my type.”

“You have a type?”

“Of course, I have high standards.”

Bian Xianyang said coldly, “He has a girlfriend and is getting married next year.”

Yang Xiaole was taken aback by the news, suddenly turned his head, looking at him with shock. “What?! Who? Is it someone from your company?”

“Why such a big reaction?”

“Who is it? Tell me, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Why should I tell you?”

As soon as Yang Xiaole heard this exclusive gossip, his eyes lit up with excitement. He moved his body, crawled on the soft couch for a few steps, and approached where Bian Xianyang was standing. His voice was sweet and full of flattery. “Don’t say that, come on~”

Bian Xianyang didn’t avoid him, just watched as Yang Xiaole, like a precious and pampered cat, rubbed against him. Two fingers reached out and pinched only a small corner of his clothes, gently tugging.

“Who is it? Who is it? Who is Shen Ge going to marry next year?”

Bian Xianyang slightly lowered his head, feeling amused and surprised at the same time. But he insisted on teasing him, “It’s someone you absolutely can’t guess.”

“Absolutely can’t guess?” Yang Xiaole was stimulated by an inexplicable sense of competition. “What if I do guess? What will you do?”

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you guess.”

A thought occurred to Yang Xiaole, and without hesitation, he blurted out, “Can you be my boyfriend for a day?”

Bian Xianyang raised an eyebrow at the unexpected request, “A boyfriend for a day?”

This surprised Yang Xiaole to the point that his heart skipped a beat. He withdrew his hand, turned around, and scurried back to his original spot. “I was just joking, don’t take it seriously…”

“Sure, if you guess correctly.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“How many chances do I have to guess?”

“One chance.”

Yang Xiaole extended his left thumb and index finger under his chin, made a √ sign, and pondered for a moment before mentioning an actress Shen Ge had cooperated with before.

Bian Xianyang shook his head, “You guessed wrong.”

Even though he guessed wrong, Yang Xiaole didn’t seem very disappointed. With a light tsk, he sat back down and continued to watch TV.

Bian Xianyang stared at his delicate profile, feeling that this man, who was several years older but unexpectedly delicate and slender, was interesting and amusing. In a soft voice, he said, “Giving up just like that?”

Yang Xiaole, who was engrossed in watching TV, didn’t even turn his head to look at him when he spoke. “You said only one chance, and I’ve used it up.”

“You can ask me for another chance.”

Yang Xiaole was taken aback and squinted his eyes as he turned to look at him. “Do you… really want me to guess correctly that much?”

“Why not?”

Yang Xiaole’s mischievous side, long dormant, began to bubble up again. Pretending to be indifferent, he said, “You said I absolutely can’t guess. As the saying goes, there’s nothing difficult in the world if you’re willing to give up~”

“If you don’t want to guess, forget it.”

Bian Xianyang coolly dropped these words and turned to leave. Yang Xiaole, seeing this, became anxious.

“No, no, I want to guess!”

Bian Xianyang deliberately kept a straight face as he turned back to look at him. “If you want to guess, then guess well. I said you absolutely can’t guess, so guess something that’s absolutely impossible.”

Yang Xiaole’s brain was indeed quite functional. With a little hint from Bian Xianyang, he got a clue. “Absolutely impossible… Could it be Yao Jinni?”

Bian Xianyang nodded slightly. “It’s her.”

Yang Xiaole was so shocked that his face mask almost fell off. “Really? Yao Jinni and Shen Ge?!”

“It’s true.”

“This world is really… strange.”

Bian Xianyang didn’t pay much attention to this potentially trending gossip if posted on Weibo. He looked at Yang Xiaole, who was still sitting dumbfounded on the sofa, and asked, “When will you become my boyfriend for a day?”

Yang Xiaole didn’t dare to look at him. “…It’s up to you.”

“How about now? I’ll go prepare the bed for you.”

Bian Xianyang left the words and turned to leave, leaving Yang Xiaole alone in the living room, his mind completely blank. He didn’t even pay attention to what was happening in the TV drama.

After a while, Bian Xianyang came out from the guest room after making the bed. He looked at the person sitting stupidly on the sofa. “Isn’t it time to remove the face mask?”

“Ah? Oh, oh, it is.” Yang Xiaole put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom, jogging past Bian Xianyang.

After a few minutes, Yang Xiaole removed the face mask, washed his face, and came out to see Bian Xianyang standing outside the bathroom.

“What… what are you doing?”

Yang Xiaole was so nervous that his whole body was a bit stiff. He pressed his back against the bathroom door, his gaze evasive, and a bit at a loss. He didn’t know where to look.

Bian Xianyang didn’t say anything. He just moved his body forward, arms pressing on both sides of Yang Xiaole’s head, encircling him and preventing him from leaving. With the height advantage, he only needed to lower his head to get close to Yang Xiaole’s face, smelling his fragrant scent.

“Why do you smell so good?”

“It’s the face mask… I didn’t touch your perfume.”

A hint of helplessness appeared in Bian Xianyang’s eyes. “Do you have to destroy the atmosphere like this?”

Yang Xiaole lowered his head and eyes, “Then I’ll shut up.”

“Raise your face and look at me.”

unable to bear the situation, Yang Xiaole’s knees bent, and he lowered his head to slip out from under Bian Xianyang’s arm, trying to walk towards the living room. However, as soon as he took a step, a powerful arm tightly hugged his waist, and a warm, solid chest pressed against his back.

Yang Xiaole was caught off guard by the faint fragrance on him. His head became dizzy, and his blood warmed up. In embarrassment, he bowed his head and tugged at his hands. “You’re being indecent in broad daylight!”

Bian Xianyang tightened his arms around the person and effortlessly carried Yang Xiaole towards the living room sofa. Once Yang Xiaole was placed on the sofa, he laid face down without moving.

Bian Xianyang extended a finger and gently flicked Yang Xiaole’s red ear. “Are you shy?”

Yang Xiaole turned his head, revealing half of his face, hiding the ear that Bian Xianyang had played with. His cheeks were rosy, and his voice was muffled. “What are you thinking?”

“I already said it. Teasing you is fun, and my concern for you is genuine.”

“…Is that all?”

“Haven’t thought of anything else.”

“Well, think of something quickly.”

“How can you expect me to think quickly?”

“I don’t care.” Yang Xiaole crawled up, sat cross-legged, and crossed his arms. “Decide how you feel. Don’t keep me hanging.”

“I don’t dislike you.”

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes lightly. “I don’t dislike you either.”

“Weren’t you the one saying many times that you really like me?”

“Yeah, so what? I just really like you. Is that not allowed?”

“You become fierce when you’re shy. The only one who confesses in a confrontational tone is you.”

Yang Xiaole lightly bit his lip, looking somewhat embarrassed by the comment. “I’m not fierce, and I’m not confrontational.”

“If you say so.” Bian Xianyang ruffled his already dry hair, getting up to leave.

Yang Xiaole retaliated by grabbing a pillow and smacking it on Bian Xianyang’s thigh. “I’m not fierce!”

“Sure, sure, you’re not fierce. You didn’t even hit me with the pillow.”

Annoyed, Yang Xiaole smacked him again.

Bian Xianyang, who was about to leave, was smacked and clicked his tongue. He turned back, grabbed Yang Xiaole’s slender shoulders, and pressed him down on the sofa. Using his knee to suppress Yang Xiaole’s legs that were trying to resist, he firmly gripped his cheeks with one hand.

Yang Xiaole was pinched, and his lips pouted, making it impossible for him to speak. He could only make some muffled protesting sounds in his throat. While he appeared to be struggling with all his might, he actually didn’t use much strength.

Bian Xianyang stared directly into his rosy lips and the white teeth inside, seemingly remembering at that moment that he had kissed these lips more than once.

Under such a gaze, even someone as thick-skinned as a utility pole would feel that something was off, let alone the sensitive Yang Xiaole. The moment he sensed it, he gave up struggling and lay flat obediently.

Bian Xianyang slowly released the hand holding Yang Xiaole’s cheeks. His right thumb provocatively moved down, pressing on Yang Xiaole’s lips, gently probing into the warm and moist mouth.

Yang Xiaole resisted the urge to extend his tongue to touch the intruder, but when he came back to his senses, Bian Xianyang’s finger was already playing with his tongue. The face that had been hanging over him also drew closer and closer. Their breaths intertwined, and the heaving of their chests became more and more intense.

Yang Xiaole was so nervous that he dared not blink his eyes. His heartbeat became so fast that his eardrums seemed to be vibrating. The breathing of the two became heavier, and their chests rose and fell violently.

Yang Xiaole, in his nervousness, almost lost control, but when he came to his senses, Bian Xianyang had withdrawn the wet thumb from his mouth. The face that had been hovering over him also tilted, and the breaths were so close that they almost entangled.

Bian Xianyang withdrew the damp thumb slowly and leaned in, kissing those lips. His tongue forcefully intruded between the lips.

Yang Xiaole was almost breathless from the kiss. Wetness lingered at the corners of his eyes as he obediently opened his mouth wider, allowing Bian Xianyang to explore inside. His tongue was teased until it felt a bit numb. Both arms trembled slightly, but they still tightly encircled Bian Xianyang’s neck, and he instinctively raised his body, rubbing against him.

Their bodies collided, like two dry woods and sparks sizzled. It was only a matter of time before a fire was ignited.

Kissed until he couldn’t catch his breath, Yang Xiaole, unable to close his lips, his eyes watery like grapes submerged in water, was subdued by Bian Xianyang, who picked him up without much effort and placed him on his lap.

Bian Xianyang let out a sigh, “Baby, don’t just be my boyfriend for a day. Stay like this forever.”