After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 11

“Are you a dog? You bit me all over last night.”

Adams swiped the card to open the room. While Han Yan was in the middle of a lingering, inseparable kiss with him, he caught a glimpse of the two beds in the room out of the corner of his eye. He instantly lost his composure and burst out laughing.

“I say, Adams, why on earth did you book a twin room?”

Heaven help him, surely he wasn’t that innocent, was he? It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept together before. With the candlelight dinner and the roses, don’t tell him that in the end, Adams really intended for them to lie on separate beds and chat about the philosophies of life all night.

Seeing Han Yan laughing non-stop, Adams said sheepishly, “I booked late; only twin rooms were left.”

Han Yan breathed a sigh of relief internally. Fortunately, it wasn’t as “pure” as he had feared; otherwise, he would have felt a bit embarrassed to make a move. He pinched Adams’ chin, hooked his arm around his neck to lead him to the bed, and kissed the corner of his lips.

“It’s fine. We can use one now, and if it gets dirty, we can use the other one when we’re done.”

Adams leaned down, nibbling at his skin and leaving one mark after another. Han Yan arched his slender neck high, gasping for air as a faint flush gradually climbed his cheeks. His fingers interlaced into Adams’ hair, gripping tight.

“Tuck your teeth away, Adams.”

He closed his eyes for a moment to recover, then cupped Adams’ face and patted it twice, giving a satisfied compliment. “You’ve improved. Keep up the good work next time.”

Adams leaned in to claim a kiss, his tongue brushing against Han Yan’s teeth, sending ripples of tremors through him.

“Do you know how to do the next part?” Han Yan asked with a playful look, rubbing the other’s moist lips with his thumb.

Adams nodded, his face flushed and his expression serious. “I looked it up online. I’ll be very careful not to hurt you.”

Han Yan raised an eyebrow and readily flipped over to lie prone on the bed, resting his head on his arms. He beckoned Adams with a flick of his hand. “Come on, little brother. Let me see what you’ve learned on the internet.”

“Damn, Adams, how can you be so naturally gifted?”

Physiological tears welled up in the corners of Han Yan’s eyes. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the pillow tightly. Adams let out a muffled groan. He leaned down, turned Han Yan’s face toward him, and gave a soothing kiss to his eyelids. He slid his fingers into the gaps of Han Yan’s, locking their hands together. The bulging veins on the back of his hand extended all the way to his forearm.

His low, raspy voice, accompanied by hot breath, drifted into Han Yan’s ear. The occasional cold sensation on his back caused Han Yan to involuntarily tense his body.

“Relax, babe.”

Han Yan was woken up by the heat. When he woke, he found himself held in Adams’ arms. Two large hands firmly constrained his waist, making it impossible for him to move. He struggled to lift a hand to pry away the hands at his waist. Sensing the movement, the other man looked at him with sleepy eyes and asked in a husky voice, “You’re awake?”

“I’m awake. So, can you hurry up and let go so I can go to the bathroom?”

Han Yan’s voice was as hoarse as if he had a severe cold. Hearing this, Adams woke up completely. He hurriedly let go and felt Han Yan’s forehead, then, still worried, pressed his own forehead against Han Yan’s.

“Are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere? Does it still hurt there? I cleaned everything up last night, so you shouldn’t have a fever. It just looks a bit swollen. Should I go downstairs now to buy some medicine for you?”

“Enough, I’m really fine. Just let me go to the bathroom first, okay?”

Han Yan pinched Adams’ chin, climbed out of bed, and walked into the bathroom with an awkward gait. Adams followed him out of bed immediately, walking quickly to the bathroom door. He leaned against the doorframe, gazing at Han Yan expectantly.

“What is it?” Han Yan asked. After finishing his business and pulling up his pants, he walked to the sink to wash his hands. Suddenly, a pair of large hands covered his waist, and a warm body pressed against his back.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be gentler in the future.”

Adams rested his chin on Han Yan’s shoulder, turning his head to kiss his cheek. Whether it was an illusion or not, Han Yan felt that Adams was exceptionally clingy today. He reached back and kneaded the other’s earlobe twice, chuckling.

“Being gentler is secondary, but I say, Adams, are you a dog? You bit marks all over me last night, and you specifically chose places that clothes can’t cover. How am I supposed to go out later?”

Han Yan’s shoulders, neck, chest, and abdomen all bore tooth marks of varying intensity. The degree of passion was evident. What he didn’t know was that his smooth back was currently no better off.

Adams didn’t speak. He just stared at the mark behind Han Yan’s ear as his gaze gradually darkened, leaning down to give it a light peck. “You can wear my shirt.”

Han Yan snorted with laughter and pushed his head away. He turned around to lean against the sink, picking up the black opal on Adams’ chest and rubbing it a few times. “Take this off when we’re in bed in the future. It’s uncomfortable.”

Adams caught his wrist, kissed it, and responded with a “Fine.”

Tsk, so mushy. But it was actually quite cute. Han Yan lifted his eyelids to glance at him and said nonchalantly, “I’m going to take a shower. Want to join?”

By the time the two of them checked out, it was already afternoon. Han Yan was wearing Adams’ shirt with the first button undone. Beneath the open collar, a fresh circle of tooth marks, which hadn’t been there when he first woke up, was visible on his collarbone. He felt somewhat helpless but didn’t say much.

Perhaps this was just Adams’ quirk in bed. Considering Adams’ cooking skills, he was willing to accept this little eccentricity. Adams was wearing the short-sleeved shirt Han Yan had worn yesterday. Fortunately, Han Yan liked wearing oversized clothes, so it fit Adams reasonably well and didn’t look too out of place.

“Adams, I’m hungry.”

Having engaged in high-intensity aerobic exercise from last night until fifteen minutes ago, it would be a miracle if he wasn’t hungry.

“What do you want to eat? Let’s have something light.” Adams led Han Yan toward the parking lot.

“Let’s go for Yum cha. I want shrimp dumplings.”

“Okay.”

Halfway through the tea, Han Yan remembered that he had forgotten to tell Zhou Fangrong and the others about not coming home last night. When he asked Adams, the other replied that Grandma already knew. He took a sip of tea, looking curious. “When did you tell Grandma?”

Adams served him a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, explaining, “Before we went out yesterday, I told Grandma we might be back very late. She told us to just stay out for the night to save us from rushing back and forth.”

Han Yan had a feeling that Zhou Fangrong had actually figured something out. He glanced at the roses sitting next to them and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Settle it later. Things will work themselves out. Eating is more important right now! Han Yan took a sip of porridge and picked up a shrimp dumpling, taking a bite. Mm, delicious!

Seeing that the steamer basket was empty, Adams called over the server with the cart and ordered two more baskets of shrimp dumplings. Having eaten and drunk his fill, Han Yan was instantly revitalized. The faint ache in a certain place didn’t even seem to hurt that much anymore. He dragged Adams around Chinatown for a long time, stocking up on a few jars of all-purpose Lao Gan Ma to bring back to the farm.

However, those jars of Lao Gan Ma weren’t put to use at the farm later. After all, with Adams’ excellent cooking skills, there was no room for him to be pitifully eating Lao Gan Ma.

Han Yan walked down the street holding a bouquet of roses, accompanied by a tall, handsome man. It had to be said that the scene was quite evocative. But people seemed accustomed to it, so they didn’t receive any strange looks. Occasionally, a few passersby would offer friendly blessings as they walked past. Han Yan thanked them out of politeness. The corners of Adams’ lips curled up uncontrollably, and his eyes were sparkling.

“Adams, want to go play billiards?” Han Yan felt the urge when they passed by a pool hall.

Meeting Han Yan’s excited gaze, Adams’ expression dimmed slightly, and he pressed his lips together. “I don’t know how to play.”

Adams felt he was quite a buzzkill; he was too boring. To his surprise, Han Yan didn’t care at all. He hooked his arm around Adams’ neck and smiled. “That’s perfect then. I’ll teach you today.”

Adams noticed that Han Yan really liked referring to himself as “big brother” in front of him, even though there was actually only a two-month age difference between them.

The underground pool hall was buzzing with noise. Han Yan chatted with the front desk for a moment and requested a private room. He placed the roses on the sofa, unbuttoned his cuffs, and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

“You don’t know how to play billiards at all?”

“No. This is my first time.”

“Alright, then I’ll teach you the simplest part.”

Han Yan walked over to the rack and picked out a suitable cue. He tapped the butt of the cue on the ground, picked up some chalk, and rubbed the tip. He arranged the different colored balls into the triangle, set the white ball at the spot, and then moved the triangle away.

“See this white ball? This is the cue ball. Your cue tip can only touch this ball. You knock the other balls into the pockets by hitting the cue ball. I’ll demonstrate first. Watch closely; then it’s your turn.”

Han Yan stood behind the cue ball and leaned down. The index and middle fingers of his left hand spread apart, knuckles arching into a perfect bridge. He held the cue with his right hand, resting the front of the shaft on his left hand. His lowered eyelashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes.

His back was slightly arched, and the hem of his white shirt rode up, revealing a section of his waist covered in tooth marks. His hips curved into a full, rounded arc. Adams’ eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

With a flick of his fair wrist, the cue pushed forward and struck the cue ball. The balls on the table instantly scattered like flower petals in the wind, accompanied by the sound of colored balls dropping into the pockets. Not until the balls rolling on the table slowed down and came to a steady halt did Han Yan hand the cue to Adams.

“Here, you try. We won’t worry about rules for the first round; just learn how to hit the balls.”

Adams took the cue and imitated Han Yan’s movements, leaning down and setting up the bridge. Han Yan bent over, pressing against his body. His right hand covered Adams’ hand to hold the cue together, while his left hand helped adjust the posture. He whispered, “Spread your index and middle fingers a bit more. Arch the knuckles.”

A faint scent of roses drifted from him. Adams turned his head to gaze at Han Yan’s focused profile. The fluorescent light shone on his face; his pupils, which usually looked like indelible thick ink, turned into a translucent light amber. His eyelashes trembled with his breath, like the vibrating wings of a butterfly.

Sensing the gaze beside him, Han Yan turned his head until their noses were inches apart. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. “What are you looking at me for? Did you remember everything I just said?”

Adams suddenly leaned in and covered Han Yan’s lips, then slowly pulled apart. It was a kiss like a dragonfly skimming the water, devoid of lust, containing only an indescribable tenderness.

“You are beautiful. Truly beautiful.”