Chapter 249 I Won’t Listen, I Won’t Listen—Yaoyao Is Still Cuter When He Doesn’t Talk

Resting his chin on Yin Siyao’s shoulder, Leng Keyan’s voice was clear and gentle. “Still thinking about the gala?”

“Mm.”

Yin Siyao responded softly, not moving.

“I already told you to leave it to me.”

Leng Keyan walked over to the sofa and sat down, naturally wrapping an arm around his waist.

His voice brushed against Yin Siyao’s ear, warm and intimate. “Teacher Yin should learn to trust the family member’s abilities.”

Yin Siyao laughed at that, turning his head to look at him. “Family member? Who approved you for that?”

“You did.”

Leng Keyan said it confidently. “I’m living in your house, cooking for you every day, picking you up and dropping you off—how am I not family?”

Yin Siyao wanted to refute it, but thinking about it, it did seem true.

Over the past month, Leng Keyan had taken care of his life so thoroughly that, for the first time, this workaholic experienced what it felt like to have someone waiting at home.

“And besides,” Leng Keyan leaned even closer, his lips almost touching Yin Siyao’s ear, “didn’t Teacher Yin just promise me a reward?”

Yin Siyao stiffened slightly. “That was…”

Leng Keyan’s voice turned soft and a little aggrieved. “Teacher Yin isn’t trying to fool a child again, is he?”

“Of course not,” Yin Siyao said quickly, getting an idea and pushing him away. “It’s getting late. Drink your milk and go to bed early.”

A smile curled at the corner of Leng Keyan’s lips. “Alright, I’ll go warm the milk.”

Yin Siyao suddenly had a bad feeling.

Ten minutes later, Leng Keyan returned to the living room with two cups of milk.

“Teacher Yin, drink some milk—it helps with sleep.”

He handed one cup over and held the other, sipping it slowly.

But his gaze stayed fixed on Yin Siyao, like a big dog staring at its favorite treat.

Feeling uncomfortable under that stare, Yin Siyao shifted to the other end of the sofa after taking the milk, randomly flipping through TV channels.

The dramas were boring, and the variety shows were too noisy.

In truth, his mind wasn’t on the TV at all—because the gaze beside him was growing hotter, more and more undisguised.

“Teacher Yin,” Leng Keyan set his cup down, his voice lower than usual, carrying a rough, husky texture. “The reward you promised earlier… can I take a little in advance now?”

Yin Siyao’s heart skipped. His fingers tightened around the remote. “The program isn’t even confirmed yet—what advance?”

“Just a little.”

Leng Keyan reached out, taking the milk from his hand and placing it on the coffee table, then slowly leaned closer. “A deposit, okay?”

Before Yin Siyao could answer—or rather, Leng Keyan had no intention of waiting—he took the remote away and turned off the noisy TV.

The living room fell instantly silent, leaving only their faint breathing.

Leng Keyan leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss was gentle at first, carrying the sweet scent of milk, testing, deepening bit by bit.

Yin Siyao froze for a moment, instinctively wanting to push him away.

But when his hand pressed against Leng Keyan’s chest, he found himself unable to use any strength.

Maybe it was the warm lighting, maybe the milk really did have a soothing effect, or maybe, deep down, he didn’t truly want to refuse.

Encouraged, Leng Keyan grew bolder, carefully lowering Yin Siyao onto the wide sofa.

The kiss quickly turned heated and urgent, his hands, once properly placed at his waist, beginning to wander restlessly.

Leng Keyan’s kisses always started gentle, almost coaxing, but soon became forceful and intense.

“YanYan…”

Yin Siyao called his name during a brief pause for breath, his voice unsteady—half warning, half helpless indulgence.

“Teacher Yin, I’m here.”

Leng Keyan responded vaguely, his kisses trailing from the corner of Yin Siyao’s lips to his jaw, then down to his sensitive neck.

Yin Siyao trembled slightly, his fingers unconsciously clutching the fabric at Leng Keyan’s back.

Rationality told him to stop, but his body seemed to have a will of its own, sinking into the familiar yet heart-pounding intimacy.

Leng Keyan confined him in close quarters like a grown man staking his claim.

As their breaths tangled, his hand slipped under the hem of Yin Siyao’s sweater, touching the skin at his side.

This time, Yin Siyao didn’t stop him.

After a month of living together, even though Yin Siyao always carried himself as the older one, his body had already grown used to Leng Keyan’s touch.

“Not here… go to the bedroom…”

Yin Siyao clung to the last thread of rationality, his eyes slightly misty, irresistibly alluring.

Leng Keyan pressed him firmly into the sofa, his eyes bright in the dim light. “Let’s stay here today, okay?”

Young people always liked novelty, liked trying new things.

“Teacher Yin, don’t you want to try a different feeling?”

“You really are…”

Yin Siyao gasped, his face flushed. “The sofa’s too small, what if…”

“Not small.”

Leng Keyan had already undone his belt. “Even if we fall, I won’t let you fall. Yaoyao, just let me try, okay~”

“Teacher Yin loves me the most, right?”

In his hazy state, Yin Siyao saw that the clock on the wall had already gone around twice.

Leng Keyan was still full of energy, persistently coaxing him. “Yaoyao, call me ‘husband,’ okay?”

Yin Siyao bit his lip, refusing to say it.

This was his last bit of stubbornness.

Even if his body had long surrendered, he wouldn’t admit defeat with words.

Leng Keyan didn’t force him, only used gentler yet more relentless ways to make him give in.

When Yin Siyao finally trembled out those two words, it was like starlight exploded in Leng Keyan’s eyes.

“Say it again.”

“…Husband…”

“Say you love me.”

“…I love you…”

Yin Siyao thought that once he gave in, Leng Keyan would let him off.

But those words were only the prelude to a storm.

He could barely withstand it.

The sofa really was too small—Leng Keyan eventually moved them to the carpet, and then they tangled their way into the bathroom.

Hot water flowed, steam filling the air.

A layer of mist covered the mirror, faintly reflecting two overlapping figures.

Leng Keyan’s kisses fell in fragments across Yin Siyao’s shoulder blades, collarbone, chest…

Moistened by the water, everything felt even more indescribably teasing.

Yin Siyao braced himself against the cool tiled wall, fingers gripping the edge of the sink so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Leng Keyan held him from behind, kissing the back of his damp neck, his voice hoarse. “Yaoyao, you’re mine.”

Yin Siyao couldn’t form complete sentences anymore, only responding vaguely.

Before his consciousness completely blurred, he heard Leng Keyan whisper in his ear:

“I really like this kind of reward. Can I have more in the future?”

Completely exhausted, Yin Siyao blurted out without thinking, “Just give up on that idea… there won’t be a next time…”

Leng Keyan silenced him with a kiss. “I won’t listen, I won’t listen—Yaoyao is still cuter when he doesn’t talk~”

The bathroom heater was on high, but when Yin Siyao’s skin was exposed to the air, he still broke out in goosebumps.

“Husband, I was wrong…”

His voice was soft to the point of breaking, tinged with tears.

Only then was Leng Keyan satisfied. “Mm, good boy~”