Chapter 178 Where Are We Staying Tonight?

The kiss gradually deepened, completely without rhythm or restraint.

It was urgent and fierce, carrying the impulsiveness of youth and a reckless, all-in kind of passion.

By the end, Leng Keyan was practically biting.

Even when his teeth knocked against Yin Siyao’s lower lip, he didn’t care.

Yin Siyao didn’t care either, simply going along with Leng Keyan’s clumsy, chaotic advances.

Their lips and tongues tangled, breaths mingling, until the room was filled with nothing but faint, wet sounds and increasingly heavy breathing.

Somehow, the two of them ended up falling onto the bed.

Leng Keyan pushed Yin Siyao down and leaned over him.

The mattress dipped slightly, letting out a soft creak.

“Teacher Yin…”

Leng Keyan panted, his voice sticky and sweet like melted sugar.

His restless hands roamed over Yin Siyao’s body, sending shivers wherever they passed.

Dazed from the kisses, Yin Siyao’s hands unconsciously clawed at his back, leaving streaks of red marks.

At some point, their coats had already been taken off.

The sweater had been pushed up as well, revealing a stretch of pale, firm waist.

Yin Siyao’s skin was very fair, like fine porcelain in the dim lighting.

Leng Keyan’s eyes lingered, unable to look away, and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing again and again.

His lips trailed down Yin Siyao’s chest, leaving a series of damp marks.

Yin Siyao tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a suppressed moan.

Leng Keyan felt lightheaded, as if soaking in warm water.

His limbs went weak, while his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Clothes were stripped off one by one and tossed to the floor.

Leng Keyan’s fingertips were slightly cool, and when they touched warm skin, Yin Siyao shivered lightly.

Exposed to the cool air, goosebumps rose across his skin—only to be quickly replaced by the heat of their bodies.

“Teacher Yin… I really like you…”

Leng Keyan breathed out, his voice unbearably soft.

“Mhm.”

Yin Siyao responded, warm breath brushing against a sensitive ear.

Leng Keyan’s hands moved from his back to his waist, then to his belt buckle.

Finally, after some effort, he managed to undo it.

The faint click of the metal sounded especially clear in the quiet room.

His long fingers slid along Yin Siyao’s waistline, reaching the edge of his waistband.

When he looked up, he met Yin Siyao’s eyes.

They were misty with desire, the corners slightly red, lashes damp.

A tear clung to the corner of his eye, trembling but not falling.

In the dim light, that glimmer made him look fragile—and incredibly alluring.

Leng Keyan stared at that tear for two seconds—and suddenly snapped back to his senses.

All the lingering heat, the passion, the impulsive thoughts—receded like a tide in an instant.

Flustered, he hurriedly pushed Yin Siyao away, sat up, and grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor, pulling them back on.

Yin Siyao froze, propping himself up.

“Yanyan?”

Leng Keyan roughly pulled his sweater back down, then fumbled to fasten the belt again.

His hands trembled so much it took several tries.

Then he jumped off the bed, picked up the clothes, and awkwardly dressed Yin Siyao.

“Yanyan, what’s wrong?”

Yin Siyao was completely confused, letting himself be handled.

Leng Keyan kept his head down, too embarrassed to look at him, his ears burning red.

“Um… the wontons aren’t finished yet. They’ll get cold. Let’s—let’s eat first… I’m hungry.”

Yin Siyao sighed helplessly.

The room fell into an oddly quiet silence.

Only their uneven breathing and the faint sound of traffic outside could be heard.

After a while, Yin Siyao got up and sat down across the small round table.

Leng Keyan kept his head lowered, staring at the wontons, not daring to look at him.

Yin Siyao didn’t say anything either. He simply picked up the spoon again.

The wontons had indeed cooled a little, a thin layer of oil forming on the surface of the soup.

He scooped one up and held it to Leng Keyan’s lips.

“Open your mouth.”

Leng Keyan froze for a moment and looked up.

Yin Siyao’s expression was calm—no anger, no disappointment. Just… calm.

“I—I can do it myself…”

Leng Keyan lowered his head, embarrassed.

“Your hands are shaking. How are you going to do it yourself?”

Yin Siyao nudged the spoon closer, like coaxing a child. “Open up. Be good.”

Leng Keyan looked at him, his eyes suddenly stinging.

Obediently, he opened his mouth and bit into the wonton.

Yin Siyao fed him bite by bite, unhurried and steady.

Leng Keyan chewed and swallowed mechanically, his gaze fixed on Yin Siyao’s hands.

They were beautiful hands—well-defined joints, long fingers.

Clean, neatly trimmed nails. A steady grip on the spoon.

The delicious flavor spread on his tongue, but he couldn’t taste anything at all.

His mind was filled with what had just happened—that tear at the corner of Yin Siyao’s eye, and his own cowardly retreat.

Yin Siyao scooped up another wonton, blowing on it to cool it down, patient and gentle.

“Why did you stop?” he asked softly.

Leng Keyan almost choked.

He swallowed with difficulty, his face flushing red. “I—I…”

“Nervous?”

Yin Siyao looked at him. “Or… not ready?”

Leng Keyan lowered his head, staring at the chopped scallions floating in the bowl, his voice barely above a whisper:

“…Both.”

Yin Siyao said nothing, just continued feeding him.

“Teacher Yin…”

Leng Keyan put down his cup, voice small. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

Yin Siyao asked calmly.

“I… just now…”

Leng Keyan didn’t know how to explain.

He didn’t even understand it himself—just that when he saw that tear, a sudden panic gripped him.

It felt like he might break something precious.

“If you don’t want to, then don’t.”

Yin Siyao cut him off gently. “No need to apologize.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”

Leng Keyan hurried to explain. “I just… just…”

“Just what?”

Leng Keyan bit his lip, then finally muttered, “It just feels… too fast. It’s not fair to you.”

He hadn’t even properly courted Yin Siyao yet, and already—

That felt careless, unfair.

Yin Siyao looked at him deeply.

After a long moment, he said, “You don’t need to feel like you owe me because of roles or positions.”

In matters of love, as long as both sides are willing, that’s enough.

Leng Keyan let out a breath of relief and asked softly, “Teacher Yin… do you think I’m… being overly sensitive?”

Yin Siyao looked at him seriously. “No. You’re caring about me—how could I blame you for that?”

As he spoke, he took a tissue and wiped the soup from the corner of Leng Keyan’s mouth.

“Besides, we have plenty of time. There will be many chances.”

Leng Keyan looked up at him.

Yin Siyao’s gaze was calm and gentle—no blame, no disappointment, only understanding and acceptance.

At that moment, Leng Keyan felt like he had truly found a treasure.

A boyfriend who would travel over a hundred kilometers just to check on him—with wontons in hand.

A boyfriend who, even when things stopped at the most critical moment, didn’t complain, but instead said, “We have plenty of time.”

“Pack up your things. Check out of the room—I’ll take you to buy New Year goods.”

After checking out, Leng Keyan looked at the hand holding his and asked: “If we’ve checked out… where are we staying tonight?”