After I Died, My Childhood Friend Became Daddy - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: It Was Fang Ran Who Took the Initiative

Fortunately, Zhao Yan wasn’t drinking anything at that moment.

Otherwise, he definitely would have sprayed a mouthful of water out.

This was practically redefining “brotherhood.”

His eyes went vacant, and he spoke blankly, “Brothers? Like us?”

Surely Fang Ran wouldn’t sneak a kiss from him while he was napping at noon, too?

Fang Ran smiled embarrassedly, “I guess the relationship is a bit better than the one with you.”

Zhao Yan actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Fang Ran with a complicated expression, “So I really misunderstood? You and Huo… Huo Yan are truly just friends? Not the kind of friends who sleep in the same bed?”

Fang Ran’s face turned inexplicably red, and he argued his case, “Even though Huo Yan and I sleep in one bed, it’s not what you think, like marriage or whatever…”

Zhao Yan: “…” He understood, and yet he didn’t.

In the end, he just waved his hand, “As long as you can protect yourself.”

Having spent so much time with Fang Ran, he truly treated him as a friend—oh, of course, not the kind of friend who shares a single duvet.

He had seen too much filth in the upper-class circles and was very afraid that President Huo only had intentions of playing around.

Fang Ran nodded heavily.

It was almost time for the ball, so the two didn’t talk much more. Before Zhao Yan left, he suddenly plucked a rose from a nearby vase, snapped half the stem off, and tucked the remaining flower into Fang Ran’s chest pocket.

Fang Ran looked at him blankly.

Zhao Yan gave him a small smile, “Give him a bit of a sense of crisis.”

???

Don’t understand, but respect.

Just then, Huo Yan sent him a message saying he had arrived. Fang Ran didn’t have time to say more and hurriedly grabbed his phone and walked out.

The international school was wealthy and willing to spend money; the ballroom was huge, and there were some junior students just entering. it was very lively, but because there were too many people, he couldn’t find Huo Yan for a moment.

While messaging Huo Yan, Fang Ran looked around to find him, when suddenly he heard someone call him from behind, “Senior Fang Ran?”

He turned around and saw a boy looking at him with a beaming smile, “Do you still remember me? A few days ago, I almost ran into you while playing ball on the playground.”

Put that way, Fang Ran did indeed have some impression.

At that time, he had actually taken a fall and got a bruise on his leg, which led to Huo Yan questioning him repeatedly after he went back. Finally, Huo Yan seriously asked if he wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up, fearing he had injured a bone, until Fang Ran kicked him, unable to take it anymore.

Huo Yan nodded, “It seems the leg is fine; it’s got strength.”

Fang Ran: “…”

Recalling these messy things, Fang Ran gave an awkward smile, “I remember…”

The boy scratched his head, “Sorry for running into you that day. I left my contact info back then, but you never contacted me.”

Fang Ran said quickly, “It’s nothing, don’t take it to heart.”

The boy looked at Fang Ran for a few seconds and suddenly said, “I’m afraid that might be a bit difficult.”

Fang Ran: “???”

The boy scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, “Senior Fang Ran, I liked you the first moment I saw you. I’ve never seen a boy who smiles as cutely as you.”

As he spoke, he stole a glance at Fang Ran and then quickly looked away as if shy.

Fang Ran: “…”

He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and spoke stutteringly as he handed it to Fang Ran, “Senior Fang Ran, please accept this.”

Fang Ran was in a state of extreme shock.

“I—I’m a boy.”

“The same-sex marriage law has passed now; people of the same sex can also get married. Is Senior… straight?”

Fang Ran said hurriedly, “Of course I am…”

Halfway through the sentence, he paused.

Fang Ran thought of the dream he had had, and thought of the moment Huo Yan reached out and took hold.

He turned his head away awkwardly, “I’m sorry.”

The boy’s expression darkened a bit, but he still spoke stubbornly, “Can’t you even accept a love letter?”

“Of course not.”

A slightly cold male voice rang out. Fang Ran’s shoulder was pressed down by someone. Huo Yan had walked over at some unknown point. Because he was going to dance with Ranran today, he was dressed exceptionally formally, his hair styled, his eyes dark and gloomy as he stared coldly at the boy.

He said word for word, “Fang Ran cannot accept your love letter.”

The boy was stunned, looked at Huo Yan, then at Fang Ran, and seemed to have a moment of realization. He spoke embarrassedly, “Sorry, sorry, my apologies.”

The boy turned and ran away.

Fang Ran was left dizzy and disoriented. He looked back at Huo Yan, feeling a bit embarrassed that his confession scene had been caught, “You found your way here.”

Huo Yan spoke sarcastically, “I sent you messages and you didn’t reply; of course I had to come find you.”

Fang Ran blinked innocently, “I didn’t hear them.”

Huo Yan snorted coldly, “Of course, you were too engrossed in your conversation.”

“I wasn’t, he…”

Fang Ran was a bit embarrassed to say it and stiffly changed the subject, “There’s a pastry stand over there, do you want to eat a small cake?”

Huo Yan had no interest in sweets, but he guessed that Fang Ran wanted to eat. Although his expression was still cold, his actions were very honest, directly taking Fang Ran’s hand and walking over.

Having been busy with the ball preparations, Fang Ran hadn’t eaten much dinner. At this moment, he picked up a small strawberry cake, buried his head to take a bite, and got a bit of cream on the corner of his mouth. He looked up and asked Huo Yan, “It’s quite delicious, do you want some?”

Huo Yan stared at him with a deep gaze and instinctively asked, “Eat what?”

Eat him?

Fang Ran was stunned by his question, “The cake… there are also cookies over there.”

Huo Yan paused and retracted his gaze, “You eat, I won’t.”

Then, his movement was extremely natural as he raised his hand and wiped the cream from the corner of Fang Ran’s mouth.

Then he put it into his own mouth.

He didn’t shy away at all; this scene happened glaringly right in front of Fang Ran. Fang Ran’s eyes widened slightly, and his entire face instantly turned completely red.

He stuttered, “You… you ate…”

Huo Yan evaluated flatly, “A bit too sweet.”

If it were before, Fang Ran might have been a bit embarrassed, but he always had a carefree personality and would have forgotten it in a turn.

But things were different now.

After all, he had just heard that nonsense from Zhao Yan about him and Huo Yan getting married, and had almost received a love letter from a boy. At this moment, Fang Ran’s worldview was rapidly collapsing and being rebuilt.

The scene before him gave him a huge shock.

But in contrast, Huo Yan appeared very calm, “What’s wrong?”

He used Fang Ran’s own words to strike back, “Aren’t we buddies? Don’t fuss over these things.”

Fang Ran’s face turned red from holding back; he felt like heat was puffing out of his entire body. He grabbed a cup from nearby and drank it all in one gulp, not caring if it was wine or water. In any case, after it hit his stomach, the burning sensation on his face subsided slightly.

Just at this moment, the ballroom music started. Huo Yan walked over at the right time, one hand unobtrusively pressing on Fang Ran’s shoulder to bring him into his embrace, “May I invite you to dance, Student Fang?”

Huo Yan suddenly leaned in very close.

The alcohol evaporated, carrying the scent of cream and also the minty scent that came with Huo Yan’s proximity. Various scents intertwined, making Fang Ran’s head feel dizzy.

Before he could have more of a reaction, Huo Yan was already holding his shoulder and moving slowly with the beat of the music.

Body memory took the lead.

With so much practice at home, Fang Ran didn’t even have time to think more; he instinctively followed Huo Yan’s rhythm. Every turn and every time Huo Yan held his waist made Fang Ran feel his body stiffen slightly, as if the places Huo Yan touched were burning hot.

The two were very eye-catching at the ball. After all, one was a small-time handsome guy who had recently become famous at school, and the other was the renowned President Huo of S-City. Most of these people’s families were in business and had heard of Huo Yan.

To actually see him dancing with someone else.

Some students even gathered the courage to secretly take out their phones to snap pictures. Someone nearby tugged at them, “Are you crazy? You dare to secretly photograph President Huo.”

To this day, not a single gossip media outlet dared to recklessly publish rumors about President Huo.

Huo Yan was very sharp; he noticed someone raising a phone, but he didn’t get angry. He simply turned his body slightly, blocking Fang Ran, and curled his lips.

From a certain angle, it looked as if President Huo was tightly holding a youth in his arms. The youth’s face couldn’t be seen clearly, but from President Huo’s movements and expression, he clearly cherished him deeply.

The classmate covered their mouth after taking the photo, “Damn, a divine shot.”

Fang Ran didn’t know if it was a “divine shot” or not; he only knew that if he kept spinning around like this, he was going to throw up.

Huo Yan also noticed his poor complexion and leaned in close to Fang Ran, whispering, “Want to go back?”

Fang Ran nodded quickly.

Huo Yan seemed to give a small smile and led Fang Ran out through the back door.

Stepping out of the ballroom, the outside became quiet instantly. Fang Ran’s head didn’t hurt as much. He walked forward two steps unsteadily and was suddenly picked up entirely.

He was startled and instinctively put his arms around Huo Yan’s neck. Huo Yan directly supported his butt and gave him a little hoist upward.

By the time they returned to the villa, Fang Ran was even more thoroughly drunk.

Huo Yan carried him toward the bedroom. Today, he had also been triggered a bit too much; the moment he saw Fang Ran being confessed to, Huo Yan nearly couldn’t stop himself from throwing a punch.

He looked down at Fang Ran, his voice slightly raspy, “Baby, your mouth looks so beautiful today.”

Shiny and very suitable for kissing.

Fang Ran’s head was dizzy and his tongue was clumsy; he said instinctively, “This lip glaze… seems to be strawberry flavored.”

Huo Yan narrowed his eyes, his voice sounding a bit strange, “Oh? Is that so? Can I have a taste?”

He seemed to only be asking politely and didn’t actually intend to wait for Fang Ran’s answer; the next second, Huo Yan had already leaned down and kissed him.

This moment, he had desired for a long time.

Baby’s lips were so soft, just right for his tongue.

Nose to nose, their breaths intermingled. It took a long while before Huo Yan let go of him. Fang Ran’s mouth was already red, his eyes were a bit glazed, and he was slightly opening his mouth, panting with his tongue out—like a puppy, both pitiful and begging to be [loved].

Huo Yan looked at him with dark eyes, suddenly pulled his collar open a bit, leaned in, and coaxed, “Baby, take a bite.”

A drunk Fang Ran was very obedient; he did whatever he was told.

He obediently took a bite, leaving his tooth marks on the man’s shoulder blade.

Huo Yan was very satisfied.

The suspect had left behind evidence of the crime.

Tomorrow.

He would say it was Fang Ran who took the initiative.