After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 4

“Do you want to come home with me?”

A flicker of bewilderment appeared in Adams’ eyes. “But the spare rooms here haven’t been cleaned yet.”

“Gosh, we’re both guys and we’re friends. What’s the big deal about sharing a bed?” Han Yan paused, stood up, and walked over to Adams, scrutinizing him suspiciously. “Or are you a clean freak who doesn’t like others sleeping in your bed?”

“What is a clean freak?”

“A ‘clean freak.’ I can see my reflection in your floor!”

Adams looked down at the reflective floor beneath his feet, looking embarrassed. “I usually clean when I have nothing to do just because I’m bored. It isn’t because I’m a clean… free-k?”

“It’s ‘clean freak.’ Pronounce it clearly.” Han Yan deliberately emphasized the sounds. His rosy lips met briefly and then parted, revealing a row of neat white upper teeth. “Clean freak.”

Adams stared at his lips and unconsciously mimicked his tone, making the same mouth shape. Han Yan pinched his chin with satisfaction.

“Not bad. A teachable student.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m praising you for being smart.”

Adams was like an eager student, and the ill-intentioned Teacher Han, fearing his inquisitive pupil would keep asking questions, quickly settled the matter. “Alright, since you aren’t a clean freak, we’ll just squeeze together tonight. By the way, Adams, can you get me some clean clothes? I want to take a shower.”

Adams did not have many clothes; most were dark colors to hide dirt. He rummaged for a long time before finally finding a T-shirt he had rarely worn and a pair of boxers from his school days. He brought the clothes downstairs.

“Han Yan, I only have clothes I’ve worn before. You…” His footsteps suddenly froze; he was momentarily speechless.

Han Yan was currently facing away from him, taking off his shirt. The smooth expanse of his back occupied Adams’ entire field of vision. His shoulder blades were like the wings of a butterfly—fluttering once before slowly spreading out. His latissimus muscles tapered toward his waist with every movement.

Hearing the voice, Han Yan turned around and looked up at Adams standing on the stairs. His abdomen was flat, and because of his fair skin, the definition of his muscles was not overly deep, but the shape was symmetrical and graceful, hidden beneath a thin layer of skin.

“Worn by you? That’s fine. As long as they’re washed, I don’t mind. I’m not a clean freak.”

Adams snapped back to his senses. Realizing he had been staring intently at the other man, he hurriedly lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze. He walked down and handed the clothes to Han Yan, his peripheral vision secretly darting across Han Yan’s abdomen. He pursed his lips.

“Use the bathroom in my room. It’s the first door on the right at the top of the stairs.”

“Sure. Thanks, brother.” Han Yan clenched his hand into a fist and bumped Adams’ chest. He turned to go upstairs, curling his lips into a smile where the other man could not see.

Tsk, quite cute.

While showering, Han Yan’s mind was filled with the King-size bed he had seen in the room. Even if two people lay flat on it, their arms would not necessarily touch. It was much more spacious than his single bed, where he feared falling off every time he turned over!

Well, now I want to stay at Adams’ place even more.

Han Yan emerged from the bathroom carrying a faint scent of goat milk. The hem of the loose, oversized T-shirt barely covered the tops of his thighs, and the fabric still held the fresh scent of laundry detergent. He casually brushed his wet hair back, revealing a full forehead and beautiful features, with a small red mole perched above his eyebrow.

He did not even glance at the boxers lying on the bed. Instead, he walked out of the room with his long legs swinging, looking straight ahead.

Adams heard the noise on the stairs and looked toward the source. The sight of those dazzlingly white thighs caught him off guard, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

“Oh? You sliced an apple? Thank God it’s not blueberries, or I really might throw up my dinner.”

Han Yan used to like blueberries. During his first few days on the farm, he was quite happy, picking and eating them every day with great joy. At the time, he had specifically asked his colleagues if the blueberries were edible since he noticed none of them ate them; he thought there might be a rule against it.

A colleague had nodded dismissively. “You can eat them. No one will say anything even if you eat that whole row.”

“Then why don’t any of you eat them?”

The colleague gave him a deep look. At that time, the innocent Han Yan did not understand the meaning in that gaze. It was only after he had eaten blueberries for a week straight—to the point where he dreamed of giant blueberries chasing him—that he finally understood. Now, he truly wanted to vomit at the sight of them!

Han Yan sat down beside Adams, picked up a slice of apple, and tucked it into his mouth, watching a classic movie on the television with interest.

Adams was wearing shorts that covered his knees, but when he sat down, they shifted above his knees. His exposed skin happened to press against Han Yan’s thigh, and he instantly broke out in goosebumps.

“Aren’t you going to wear pants?”

“Those boxers don’t fit well, so I didn’t put them on. Besides, we’re both men. What does it matter if I wear pants or not? Even if we were to see each other ‘honestly’ right now, it would be normal.”

“See each other honestly?”

“It means we both take off our clothes and see each other’s naked bodies.”

After explaining, Han Yan picked up another piece of apple and tossed it into his mouth. Adams, for some reason, had a sudden movement in his Adam’s apple, and he felt a trace of coolness on his lips.

“Open up.”

He obeyed instinctively. Sweet juice spread between his teeth, and his lips accidentally brushed against a soft fingertip—a touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

“That was the last piece. I saved it specifically for you. Is it sweet?”

Han Yan took a tissue and carefully wiped the juice from his fingertips. Adams stared at the rounded tips of Han Yan’s fingers being repeatedly wrapped in the white tissue. He pursed his lips and said huskily, “Sweet.”

Adams lay stiffly in bed, his body motionless. The sound of shallow breathing drifted into his ear, making it feel slightly hot.

The person beside him suddenly turned over and burrowed toward him, calling out indistinctly, “Adams…”

The voice echoed in the dark, quiet room, sounding sticky like overcooked syrup.

“Hmm?” Adams thought Han Yan was awake and had something to say. Just as he turned his head, his shoulder suddenly felt heavy. A fuzzy head pressed against his chin, and hair brushed against the side of his neck, feeling a bit itchy.

He instinctively held his breath. After a long while with no further sound, he realized the other man was asleep; that sentence had just been sleep-talk. At this realization, his muscles instantly tensed. He had no desire to sleep and remained awake until dawn.

The next morning, Han Yan’s biological clock woke him up on time. He looked bleary-eyed at the empty spot beside him, yawned, and stretched. After finishing his morning routine, he went downstairs and immediately saw Adams, who had prepared breakfast and was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

There are still young people who read newspapers these days? An antique.

Han Yan made a silent judgment. He stepped forward, grabbed the edge of the newspaper, and pulled it down. Noticing the dark circles under Adams’ eyes, he raised an eyebrow with amusement.

“Morning, Adams. Did you sleep well last night?”

“It was alright.”

Han Yan tried his best to suppress a smile. He sat down opposite him and took a bite of the crispy, fragrant toast. “That’s good. My sleeping habits might not be great; I was afraid of disturbing you.”

In truth, Han Yan had excellent sleeping habits; he did not even change positions all night. Adams remembered how Han Yan had not only rested his head on his shoulder but had also clung to him like an octopus. He strongly agreed with Han Yan’s words.

However, he still said, “It’s fine. It didn’t affect me. I slept quite well.”

If the dark circles were not so obvious, those words might have been more convincing. Han Yan found it extremely difficult to finish his breakfast; his shoulders shook uncontrollably with suppressed laughter, causing Adams to look at him in surprise several times.

After saying goodbye to Adams, he finally could not help but clutch his stomach and laugh for a long time. Adams was truly interesting. His dull farm life had finally gained some flavor.

Christmas was approaching, and all farm employees were given a week off. Julie and Chris planned to go home to spend Christmas with their families. Chris’s family lived in a small town in the neighboring state, at least a four or five-hour drive from the farm. Julie’s family lived between the farm and the town, so every time Chris went home for the weekend, he would give her a ride. This time was no exception.

“Yan, are you sure you won’t come back with us for Christmas? My family would welcome you.” Chris rolled down the car window, resting his arm on the ledge as he called out to Han Yan.

“Thank you for the offer, but I have plans with someone.”

Chris understood immediately and smiled knowingly. “Fine. Have a wonderful Christmas. I hope to hear some good news from you when the break ends.”

Han Yan smiled without a word, waved to them, and walked away with a brisk step.

Who do I have plans with? Who else could it be but Adams?

A few days ago, while he was hanging out at Adams’ place, he had happened to ask what Adams’ plans were for Christmas. Christmas abroad is as significant as the Spring Festival is to Chinese people. Naturally, Adams was no exception and intended to go home to spend it with his family.

Upon hearing the expected answer, Han Yan could not say if he was disappointed or something else; he just felt that farm life without Adams would be quite boring.

“Adams, can I stay at your place during the break? Your bed is big enough and comfortable to sleep in.”

Adams was somewhat surprised and asked if he was not leaving for Christmas. Han Yan shook his head and played a matching game on his phone out of boredom.

“I’m not leaving. No one is spending it with me anyway.”

Han Yan had long since stopped communicating with his old friends. His previous apartment lease had expired, and he had not found a new place yet. If he left the farm, he would have nowhere to go.

Adams was even more surprised. In his eyes, Han Yan was like the most popular person at school; he had friends everywhere and should never lack company. But seeing that the other man’s expression did not seem fake, he thought seriously for a moment and spoke solemnly.

“Then, do you want to come home with me? I think my family would be very happy to see me bring a friend back.”