Chapter 250 Kneeling Very Smoothly

The next morning, Yin Siyao was awakened by soreness all over his body.

He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for three seconds, then tried to move a little.

Hiss—his waist felt like it had run away from home.

Every tiny movement tugged at some overused muscle, bringing a sharp wave of soreness.

From the living room to the bathroom last night, Leng Keyan had seemed tireless, tossing him back and forth until the middle of the night.

As for how he finally fell asleep, he had no memory at all.

Yin Siyao’s face darkened instantly. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to turn over.

Reaching out to the side, he was ready to give that unrestrained brat a piece of his mind.

But he grabbed nothing.

The spot beside him was cold—clearly, the person had been gone for a while.

Yin Siyao froze for a moment, and the anger in his chest flared even higher.

So he ran off after eating his fill, afraid of getting scolded?

“Leng Keyan!”

As soon as Yin Siyao spoke, his throat hurt as if he had swallowed blades, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

The urge to hit someone grew even stronger—he was so angry he wanted to smash his phone.

But he couldn’t bear to.

That little bastard had messed him up like this and then disappeared without a trace.

Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Leng Keyan walked in holding a glass of water. Seeing that Yin Siyao was awake, he immediately put on a flattering smile. “You’re awake? I was just about to call you.”

Yin Siyao glared at him, his eyes practically spitting fire.

He didn’t even have the strength to curse—he could only express his anger through his gaze.

The moment Leng Keyan saw his expression, he knew things were bad.

He quickly placed the glass on the bedside table, then with a thump, dropped to his knees beside the bed.

Yin Siyao: “……”

“Yaoyao, I was wrong.”

Leng Keyan knelt upright, his expression sincere. “I had no restraint last night. I’m a bastard, I’m not human.”

“Hit me, scold me, anything—just don’t ignore me.”

Looking up at Yin Siyao, his eyes were moist, like a large dog that had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment from its owner.

That sudden kneeling stunned Yin Siyao, and the scolding words at the tip of his tongue got stuck.

Seizing the moment, Leng Keyan picked up the glass and carefully brought the straw to Yin Siyao’s lips.

His voice was soft and coaxing, full of appeasement. “Don’t talk yet. Your throat must hurt—have some honey water to soothe it. It’s warm, not hot.”

Yin Siyao was too angry to drink.

Leng Keyan blinked, looking even more pitiful.

There was even a hint of pleading: “Teacher Yin, just take one sip. Just one. After that, you can scold me or hit me however you like.”

In the end, Yin Siyao couldn’t resist that pitiful look. Combined with the fact that his throat really did feel like it was on fire, he took a small sip through the straw.

The warm, mildly sweet liquid slid down his dry, aching throat, bringing a wave of relief.

Leng Keyan carefully observed his expression the whole time. Seeing his brows relax slightly from the comfort, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

After drinking about half the glass, Yin Siyao pushed it away, cleared his throat, and tried to speak.

But the moment his voice came out, even he was startled.

It was hoarse and raspy, weak as a thread, with an odd nasal tone that invited imagination.

“Leng Keyan… were you insane last night?”

Yin Siyao’s eyes reddened with anger. Ignoring the pain in his throat, he forced out the words and raised his hand, intending to slap the guy kneeling by the bed.

But halfway through, he met Leng Keyan’s pitiful expression—and those eyes that didn’t dodge at all.

His hand froze in midair.

He couldn’t bring himself to hit him.

This bastard.

He knew he was soft-hearted and deliberately put on that look…

Yin Siyao’s chest rose and fell with anger. He glared fiercely at Leng Keyan and rasped out a command, “Get lost!”

Leng Keyan lowered his head even further. “I was wrong, I really was. Punish me—make it so I’m not allowed to touch you for an hour if you want.”

“An hour?”

Yin Siyao laughed in anger. “Dream on. A year. No—forever.”

As he spoke, he lifted his leg and kicked Leng Keyan lightly on the shoulder. “Get out. Stop hovering in front of me.”

After taking the kick, Leng Keyan’s eyes lit up even more.

That kick wasn’t heavy at all—more like a tickle.

He knew Yin Siyao couldn’t bear to hit him.

Quickly scrambling to his feet, Leng Keyan obediently picked up the half-empty glass. “I’ll get lost to the kitchen and cook you some porridge—century egg and lean meat porridge. Good for the stomach and soothing for the throat.”

With that, he ran out of the bedroom, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Watching his disappearing figure, Yin Siyao felt a lump of anger stuck in his chest, unable to rise or fall.

All he could do was flop back onto the bed and pull the blanket over his head.

Forget it—he’d lie down a bit longer.

Closing his eyes, Yin Siyao planned to catch some more sleep.

But within a few minutes, his phone rang. It was Lu Er calling.

Looking at the caller ID, Yin Siyao didn’t really want to answer.

With his voice like this, he’d give himself away the moment he spoke.

But Lu Er was persistent—if the first call wasn’t answered, he called again.

With no other choice, Yin Siyao picked up. “Hello…”

“What are you doing? Why did it take you so long to answer?”

Lu Er’s voice was full of energy, making Yin Siyao’s broken voice seem even more miserable in comparison.

“I…”

“What’s wrong with your voice? Did you catch a cold?” Lu Er immediately noticed something off. “Is it serious?”

Yin Siyao was just about to go along with the cold excuse when the bedroom door opened again.

Leng Keyan peeked his head in. “Is it uncle calling?”

Yin Siyao ignored him.

But Lu Er heard the voice on the other end and asked, “Is Keyan there too?”

Hearing his name, Leng Keyan walked straight in and took the phone from Yin Siyao. “Uncle, it’s me.”

Yin Siyao tried to snatch it back, but Leng Keyan stepped away.

“Keyan,” Lu Er’s voice came through the receiver, “what’s going on with Siyao? Why is his voice so hoarse?”

“Oh, his throat isn’t feeling well, so he can’t really talk on the phone.”

Leng Keyan replied without changing his expression. “If there’s anything, just tell me—I’ll pass it on to him.”

Yin Siyao glared furiously from the side, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and threw it at him.

Leng Keyan caught it with a smile, placed it back on the bed, then gently touched Yin Siyao’s hand.

At the same time, he continued talking to Lu Er, “What’s up, Uncle? What do you need Teacher Yin for?”

“Didn’t you say you’re organizing a New Year party? I wrote a song and choreographed a dance. I’ll send them to you later—have Siyao take a look and see if they’re suitable.”

Leng Keyan’s eyes lit up. “Uncle, your efficiency is incredible—I’m so happy!”

“Stop flattering me.”

Lu Er laughed. “Take some time to pick a few people with artistic talent, teach them, and rehearse a bit. The song isn’t hard, and the dance isn’t complicated—you should have enough time.”

“No problem. But Uncle, you have to come help when the time comes!”

Leng Keyan immediately grew serious. “Don’t stand me up—this concerns my happiness.”

“Alright, you brat, always acting spoiled.”

Lu Er chuckled, then asked, “Is Siyao seriously sick? The flu has been pretty bad lately. Even doctors shouldn’t avoid treatment—if he needs to see one, he should go.”