After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 15

“That was purely because I wanted to sleep with you, you idiot.”

Adams looked a bit uneasy hearing the word “puppy.” Clearly, he still did not quite understand why someone would call another person that. However, he had no time to ponder it further because Han Yan’s hands were already moving restlessly downward. A muffled groan escaped Adams’ throat, which he could not suppress.

Han Yan did not intend to take things too far. After all, there were people outside. He was not bold enough to let someone’s grandfather and cousin listen at the wall. His original intention was simply a bit of mutual assistance.

Just as he was about to move past the fabric to go further, his wrist was suddenly caught by a large hand. The veins on the back of Adams’ hand bulged like winding, rugged rivers.

“Your shoulder is still injured,” a husky voice spoke from above.

Han Yan looked up into Adams’ eyes, which were brimming with desire. He let out a small “ah” before laughing. “You mean this? It is just a little red at most. What is the big deal?”

“Besides, I am using my hands, not my shoulder. It is not in the way.”

However, Adams was dead set on the idea that Han Yan was an “injured patient.” Losing his patience, Han Yan simply pulled off his shirt to let the other see for himself.

“See? It is really nothing. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”

The rounded, fair shoulder showed a faint, thin redness. On an average skin tone, that bit of red probably would not even be visible. Adams stared at his shoulder with a heavy gaze and pursed his lips.

“Now do you believe—”

Before Han Yan could finish, a soft sensation covered his shoulder. It carried a scorching body temperature, rubbing back and forth against his skin. His waist was clamped by a pair of large hands, and rough fingertips traced the indentations of his waist. A shiver traveled from his tailbone throughout his entire body, causing his muscles to tense uncontrollably.

“Does it hurt?” Adams buried his face in Han Yan’s shoulder. His breath fanned across the skin, triggering a slight itch like the nibbling of ants.

Han Yan tilted his head, resting his chin on top of Adams’ head. He reached up to knead the other’s earlobe and chuckled. “It does not hurt nearly as much as when you usually bite me.”

As if to verify those words, Adams actually opened his mouth and gave Han Yan’s shoulder a light nip with his teeth. He clearly held back his strength compared to usual, leaving only a faint circle of a tooth mark.

“Puppy, why do you like biting people so much?” Han Yan tugged at Adams’ hair, pulling him back. His thumb brushed against the tip of a canine tooth that Adams had not yet retracted. “Calling you a puppy is exactly right. The first time you helped me, those canines of yours bumped me so hard it hurt.”

Adams’ tooth nipped lightly at Han Yan’s fingertip, his expression looking wronged. “You said I improved.”

Han Yan was moved to laughter and kissed him on the lips. “Then let me see if you have improved since the last time.”

Han Yan panted lightly. Looking at Adams’ slightly reddened eyes, he cupped the man’s face and patted it, rewarding him with a complimentary kiss.

“Good boy.”

During the latter half of the night, George called out to them from outside the tent. Han Yan sat up with sleepy eyes. Adams pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and told him to keep sleeping before heading out of the tent himself. Han Yan collapsed back down and dozed for a while longer before sluggishly sitting up again. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped out of the tent.

Outside, Adams was sitting by a portable camp lantern. The warm yellow light shone on his profile, softening his hard, chiseled features. Han Yan walked over and sat in a folding chair nearby. Hearing the movement, Adams turned to look at him, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

“Why are you up? I can handle the watch alone.”

Han Yan pinched his chin and gave it a little shake. “How would that work? We agreed to keep watch together. That way we can look out for each other.”

Adams stopped speaking and simply curled his lips into a smile, his eyes shimmering with soft light. Cicadas in the trees chirped tirelessly, the night breeze rustled the leaves, and annoying insects buzzed incessantly near their ears. Han Yan waved away a flying bug and let out a yawn.

“Are you tired? If you are, go back and sleep. I can stay here.”

Han Yan shook his head. He tilted his head to rest on Adams’ shoulder, looking up at the stars twinkling in the dark night sky. He suddenly asked, “Adams, at your age, is it really not boring staying at the farm all the time?”

Han Yan still found it unbelievable. Eighteen is the age for playing hard and acting most recklessly. Among his peers, who didn’t love the nightlife, fresh experiences, and excitement? He was the same. A peer like Adams—who had never played anything, knew nothing about current trends, dealt with livestock all day, and repeated a monotonous, dull life—was truly someone he was meeting for the first time.

At first, he thought it might just be Adams’ personality. After all, some people are naturally steady and dislike such things. But when he saw Adams’ eyes sparkle with a childish side upon encountering new things, he realized it wasn’t just personality. It was simply because Adams never had the chance to experience them.

“It is actually okay. I have lived this way since I was a child. I am used to it.”

“Being used to it does not mean you like it. Do you really like this life? Have you never thought about changing your lifestyle?”

Adams froze, knitting his brows in thought for a moment before shaking his head. “I am not good at dealing with people. For me, dealing with cattle, sheep, and horses is much easier and more relaxing. So, I think I do like this life. I have never thought about changing it.”

Han Yan glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “Am I not a person? You get along with me well enough.”

Adams looked down into Han Yan’s teasing eyes and reached out to smooth the stray hairs on his forehead. “You are different from others.”

In that clear, emerald ocean of Adams’ eyes, Han Yan saw his own reflection clearly. He nonchalantly moved his gaze to the lantern and asked casually, “How am I different?”

“You were the first person to actively suggest being my friend. I am very boring, but you have always been very patient with me. You patiently teach me the things I do not know how to do.”

That was purely because I wanted to sleep with you, you idiot.

“You even buy me gifts. That was the first time I received a gift from someone other than family.” After saying this, Adams looked down and smiled. A ripple of emotion rose in his eyes, as if all the starlight from the sky had been gathered there to form a brilliant galaxy.

Tsk. Annoying.

Han Yan grabbed the back of Adams’ head, pulled him in, and blocked his lips. Petals of lips rubbed together, breaths interlaced. Above them, a shooting star streaked rapidly across the sky and fell into the depths of the forest, though neither of them noticed it.

Whatever. I will just be a little nicer to this silly fool for the rest of our days.

The next day, on the way back to camp, they caught a few more rabbits, and the two pickups returned fully loaded. The cooked fresh wild game was indeed different from what one usually eats in restaurants—it was delicious, and the meat had more of a chew to it.

Adams and Georgia were in charge of grilling. Every time a piece was finished, Adams would give the first bite to Han Yan. He did not even try to hide the special treatment. Zhou Fangrong and John did not mind; they even teased Adams in high spirits, saying he had grown up and learned how to dote on people.

Han Yan chose to let things slide. Since things had developed this way, so be it. He enjoyed being fed by Adams with a clear conscience. Adhering to his principle of never mistreating himself, he began to be picky without any psychological burden.

“Adams, I want to eat the leg meat. The breast meat is too dry.”

“Adams, I do not want to eat that piece of skin. Peel it off for me.”

“Adams…”

Adams uncomplainingly followed Han Yan’s requests, while the others laughed non-stop. Once Han Yan was satisfied, he took the chance while going to the restroom—out of everyone’s sight—to pull Adams over for a kiss.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, Adams and Han Yan prepared to return to the farm early. Zhou Fangrong prepared two large jars of her own pickled vegetables for them. The sour, crisp radishes paired with rice were both appetizing and satisfying.

“Xiao Han, come back with Adams again next time.”

Looking at the kind smile on Zhou Fangrong’s face, Han Yan’s fingers curled at his side. He curled his lips into a smile and said, “Sure, Grandma. If there is a chance in the future, I will come back to see you.”

There probably will not be a chance after this.

On the way back to the farm, Han Yan calculated the days. School would start in over a month. He would need to start choosing classes in a few days and start looking at apartments. Thinking about the pile of future tasks waiting for him made his head ache.

Better to just take a nap first.

Han Yan had excellent sleep quality and slept all the way back to the farm. As he carried his bags toward the dormitory, he suddenly felt a bit melancholy. Perhaps this was the so-called post-holiday syndrome; from tomorrow on, he would be a hard-working laborer again.

Adams pursed his lips and grabbed Han Yan’s wrist, causing Han Yan to turn around with a confused look.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you like peace and quiet?”

“Ah, yes.”

“Then do you want to move into my place and live with me?”

This was truly like finding a pillow just as one was getting sleepy. Han Yan naturally had no objections. He had been eyeing that big bed in Adams’ room for a long time; he had only lain on it once, but it had stayed on his mind. Moreover, living together with Adams day and night meant he could enjoy “delicious food” all the time!

“Sure. Is food included? If not, I am not going.”

Han Yan smiled and handed over his luggage. Adams took it from him and nodded solemnly. “Food is included.”

Han Yan followed Adams with empty hands. As soon as he entered, he collapsed onto the sofa without any regard for his image. The house, which had not been cleaned for over half a month, had a thin layer of dust. Adams put down the luggage, turned on the air conditioner for Han Yan, and then began to clean diligently.

“Adams, don’t you ever hire someone to help you clean?” Han Yan kicked off his shoes and lay on the sofa, watching Adams meticulously wipe the stove as if he were conducting a rigorous scientific research project.

“I am used to cleaning by myself. I do not really like other people touching my things.”

Han Yan looked at Adams’ busy figure in surprise and asked instinctively, “Then has no one else ever been in this house?”

“No. Except for you.”

Han Yan’s heart shook. He let out a complex sigh and called Adams’ name. The latter stopped his work and looked up with a puzzled face.

“What is it?”

Han Yan lazily beckoned him over. Adams walked to him and slowly crouched down to meet his eyes. Han Yan pinched his chin and nipped his lower lip.

“Clean later. There is something more important to do now.”