After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 19

“Who buys an entire crate of those things at once?”

Adams’ Adam’s apple bobbed. He took a step forward and pulled Han Yan into a forceful embrace, burying his head in the crook of Han Yan’s neck.

“Why did you come back?” he asked in a muffled voice.

Han Yan reached up and rubbed the back of Adams’ head, letting out a soft, hooked chuckle. “What? Are you not happy to see me back?”

“No.” Fearing a misunderstanding, Adams quickly looked up and refuted him in a frantic hurry, his bright pupils clearly reflecting Han Yan’s figure. “I am happy. I am very happy you came back early.”

Han Yan’s eyebrows arched slightly. He pinched Adams’ chin and kissed the corner of his lips. “Alright, I know you are happy. Your tail is practically wagging off your backside.”

Adams pursed his lips, his expression sincere. “Because I missed you too much.”

Han Yan could not hold back any longer. He grabbed Adams’ arm and pulled him inside. As the door closed behind them, he grabbed Adams’ collar and tilted his head up to kiss him. Their tongues brushed against sharp canines, and the cool scent of mint spread between their lips. He pressed against Adams’ lips and whispered with a helpless, low laugh, “Why are you so endearing, puppy?”

Adams quickly took the initiative. He clamped one hand around Han Yan’s waist, took the bag from his hand and tossed it onto the table, and lifted the hem of Han Yan’s shirt. Hot, moist lips moved down his neck, and a stifled groan escaped Han Yan’s throat. He looked down at the fuzzy head buried against his chest and irritably tugged Adams’ hair backward.

“Adams, do you think you are Lunetta?”

Adams’ gaze was dark. He licked his glistening lips and said huskily, “It tastes good.”

A faint electric current instantly spread from Han Yan’s tailbone through his entire body, and a thin flush began to climb his flawless, fair skin. Han Yan wiped the moisture from Adams’ lips with his thumb. Staring at the canines lightly nipping his fingertip, he suddenly let out a very soft laugh.

“A puppy that has not been weaned yet.”

“When did you buy these?”

Han Yan’s arm was draped over his eyes, and his chest, covered in marks, heaved violently. For what felt like the tenth time, the sound of a packaging square being torn open echoed in his ears, making his scalp tingle and causing his muscles to contract instinctively.

“I bought them online a few days ago. They just arrived today.”

Adams moved Han Yan’s arm away from his face, gazing into his dark eyes that were covered in a layer of mist. He interlaced his fingers with Han Yan’s, locking them together. “I want to look into your eyes. They are beautiful.”

Han Yan arched his elegant, swan-like neck. His fingertips turned white as they sank into the back of Adams’ veined hand. “Exactly how many did you buy?”

“A crate.”

Han Yan was being held from behind by Adams, leaning lazily against him with narrowed eyes as he let Adams rub body wash over him. Rough fingertips and palms traveled over his body. Normally, this would have made his mind wander, but today, he just let out a yawn and reached back to pinch the muscle of Adams’ sturdy thigh.

“That is enough. I really cannot do anymore. I am dying of sleepiness.”

“Mm. No more,” Adams replied in a low, raspy voice, dutifully serving Han Yan as he showered.

Once the bubbles were rinsed off, Adams picked up a bath towel, wrapped Han Yan up to dry him, and dressed him in clean pajamas. Throughout the process, Han Yan was like a puppet at someone’s mercy, too exhausted to move even a finger.

“Do not blow-dry my hair. I want to sleep.”

Han Yan’s eyelids were fighting each other, but Adams was unusually persistent on this point. He refused to give in, firmly pressing Han Yan down in front of him, plugging in the hairdryer, and flipping the switch. The warm air blowing on his head felt so good that Han Yan’s head began to nod. If Adams had not been supporting his head, he had no doubt he would have face-planted directly onto the floor.

Once Adams confirmed his hair was dry, he gently laid him down and tucked in the corners of the quilt.

“Remember to eat the cake. I waited in line for a long time to buy it.”

Han Yan’s voice was thick and slurry. It grew softer toward the end until one almost had to press an ear to his mouth to hear him. Adams’ expression softened instantly. He leaned down and kissed Han Yan’s forehead.

“Sweet dreams, babe. Specifically dreaming about me.”

Han Yan was lured awake by the rich aroma of food. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. As he lifted his arms, the pajama fabric rubbed against his chest. The stinging sensation made him frown slightly. He pulled open his collar to take a peek inside; it was truly a disaster.

Tsk. Calling Adams a puppy is not an exaggeration at all.

He supported his aching waist and rolled out of bed, slowly walking out of the room and downstairs. He held onto the handrail, looking down at Adams, who was tossing a pan at the stove. The muscles in Adams’ arms traced distinct, chiseled contours with every movement.

The sound of high-heat stir-frying drowned out Han Yan’s footsteps, so Adams did not notice him approaching. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. The pajama sleeves slid up slightly, revealing a flash of fair forearm.

“What are we having for lunch?” Han Yan poked his head out from behind Adams. Looking at the vibrant Sweet and Sour Pork in the pan, he instinctively swallowed. “Why is it not spicy today?”

“I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable eating it today. If you want spicy food, I will make it for you in a few days.”

As Adams spoke, he turned his head to kiss Han Yan’s cheek. Han Yan curled his lips into a smile and casually ruffled Adams’ hair. During the meal, Adams asked how the house hunting had gone. Han Yan shrugged nonchalantly.

“It is alright. I will settle for it for a while and see if anything better comes up later.” After saying that, he popped a piece of the sweet and sour pork into his mouth.

Adams stared at Han Yan’s face as he focused on eating. His lowered eyelashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes, trembling like the wings of a butterfly whenever he blinked.

“Can you go to the city with me next weekend to look at houses?”

“Huh?” Han Yan’s mouth was still full of rice. He looked up in surprise, his cheeks bulging. “Why do you suddenly want to look at houses in the city?”

“I plan to buy an apartment in the city.”

Han Yan did not ask why he suddenly wanted to buy property. After all, rich people often buy multiple properties. He swallowed his food and spoke carelessly, “Sure. I am free anyway. I can help you as a sounding board.”

“A sounding board?”

“It means I can give you some advice.”

Adams nodded and remembered there was still a piece of cake in the fridge. He got up to fetch it and placed it in front of Han Yan. Han Yan glanced at the obviously opened cake box and asked in confusion, “Is it not good?”

“No, it is very good. Thank you,” Adams thanked him solemnly.

Han Yan raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin. “Then what is with the box?”

“You said last night that you waited in a long line for it. I thought the last piece should be saved for you.”

Han Yan put down his chopsticks and opened the box. Inside was a cake topped with strawberries, rose petals, and pistachios, with a layer of cream and large chunks of watermelon in the middle. The famous Australian Watermelon Cake. Usually, the line is not that long, but for some reason, there had been a huge queue yesterday, and the price had actually gone up; eleven dollars for a small slice.

When he first arrived in Australia, a slice was only a few dollars. Inflation over the last few years had been quite intense. He picked up a fork and took a bite. The refreshing watermelon mixed with the light texture of the cream filled his mouth. He tapped the corner of his lip and looked at Adams. Adams thought he wanted a tissue and pulled a few out to hand to him.

Han Yan did not take the tissues. Instead, he reached out and suggestively rubbed Adams’ lips. “Are you not a puppy? Do puppies not eat by licking with their tongues?”

Adams froze for a moment. Once he realized what was being asked, his pupils shrank, and a deep red flush crept onto his ears. “Do I have to do it that way?”

Han Yan leaned back against the chair with his arms crossed, watching him with a playful, shimmering gaze that made it impossible to say no. Adams pursed his lips and braced his palms on the table. He rose from his seat, leaned forward, and let his tongue sweep away the cream clinging to the corner of Han Yan’s lip. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncomfortably.

“Done.”

Han Yan pinched his chin and shook it, smiling with an arched eyebrow. “Thanks, sweetie.”

Once he was full, Han Yan took his usual stroll to the sheep nest next door to check on his baby. Lunetta was nestled in Aurora’s embrace, sleeping soundly. He reached out and poked her little face with his finger. The lamb was clearly unhappy about being disturbed; she tossed her head, turned her back to him, and buried her face back into her mother’s embrace to keep sleeping.

Heh. The little thing has quite a temper.

“Lunetta can start eating tender grass and feed in another week. She will not be fully weaned until three months from now.”

Adams walked over to Han Yan’s side and rubbed Aurora’s head. Aurora nuzzled into his palm affectionately. Three months. Then I will not be around to see Lunetta after she is weaned.

Han Yan tilted his head to rest on Adams and teased, “That is a lot of hard work for you, having to watch Lunetta nurse every day.”

A smile flickered in Adams’ eyes. He turned his head and kissed Han Yan’s forehead. “It will not be like this once Lunetta is a bit older. But you will have started school by then. If you miss Lunetta and Aurora, I can video call you. They will miss you too.”

Han Yan remained silent, watching the two sheep huddled together. He let out a tiny smile. “By the way, I still have a bone to pick with you from last night. Who buys an entire crate of those things at once?”

Han Yan pinched Adams’ face. The latter looked innocent. “I was afraid we would run out.”

If he did not know Adams’ personality so well, he would have suspected it was intentional. If that crate was not finished before he left, he wondered how Adams would deal with it. Han Yan let out an impatient click of his tongue, pinched Adams’ chin, and nipped it.

“Why do you not guess whether we can finish that crate before I start school?”