The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 10

To be honest, Yan Yu went to the appointment out of a mix of pity and a structured plan.

He had bought two different sizes of condoms and some performance-enhancing medication. He thought that even if Chen Kan really was “broken,” he wouldn’t mind putting in a little extra physical effort himself.

However, what Yan Yu didn’t expect was that the moment he opened the door, he was hoisted inside by a large hand, the force of which suggested he was about to be treated very roughly.

Before the click of the door lock could even fade, Yan Yu’s back slammed hard against the wood.

A muffled thud rang out.

It shattered all of Yan Yu’s rehearsed lines. The plastic bag in his hand slipped, and the items inside scattered across the floor with a series of clatters.

Chen Kan’s grip on his wrist wasn’t overly forceful, but his other hand had already clamped onto Yan Yu’s jaw. His wide palm held Yan Yu’s small chin, forcing him to tilt his face up. The movement, laced with a sense of control, looked both domineering and erotic.

No testing, no prelude. Chen Kan’s kiss crushed down with a nearly feral intensity, grinding open Yan Yu’s slightly parted, cool lips.

He pried open the teeth and drove deep.

Yan Yu’s breath was stolen in an instant. His brain buzzed, leaving only a world-consuming scent mixed with a scorching, aggressive heat unique to Chen Kan.

Yan Yu instinctively tried to push back, but his hands against Chen Kan’s solid chest felt like pushing against a heated stone wall—unmoving.

Chen Kan’s kiss was violent, carrying a submerged, long-standing arrogance that was desperate to prove something. When his tongue swept across the roof of Yan Yu’s mouth, it triggered a jolt of electricity. Yan Yu’s legs went weak, but his waist was held firmly by Chen Kan’s arm, pressing him even harder between the door and Chen Kan’s body.

Their noses bumped, causing a slight sting, but the more vivid sensation was the body temperature that seemed ready to ignite, accompanied by heavy, scorching breaths against his ear.

Yan Yu was kissed into a muddled mess. His right hand instinctively reached down; too many instances of muscle memory prompted him to touch a familiar silhouette once again.

But…

…?

“…Did you stuff paper in there?”

Yan Yu looked up, his voice carrying a mix of suspicion and daze. He was already a bit lightheaded from the kissing, but his logic—as it had been since the Inner Demon took hold—remained bizarrely unique and infuriating.

Chen Kan went rigid.

If Yan Yu weren’t currently influenced by an Inner Demon, Chen Kan thought he would probably have no qualms about shoving this annoying ex-boyfriend’s head down to let him see clearly.

But he was merciful.

Despite not doing anything further to Yan Yu, he still let Yan Yu understand the reality.

Using Yan Yu’s hand as a “medium,” Chen Kan “chatted” with him for over ten minutes. They covered everything from Yan Yu’s scrambled memories to the melodramatic plot of Wealth is Finally Free, until Chen Kan asked:

“…Yan Yu, in your memory, when did we get together?”

Yan Yu didn’t understand why Chen Kan was suddenly asking this; his gaze was still fixed on a certain spot as if conducting research. “Wasn’t it ten years ago?”

“Then do you remember how old you were ten years ago?”

“…A teenager?”

In Yan Yu’s current impression, he had been chased and caught by Chen Kan since he was very young. He had cooperated with every whim and trick Chen Kan had, being “played” for a full decade while having his money and heart stolen.

But as for his exact age? He really couldn’t say.

“And how old was I ten years ago? Do you remember?”

Chen Kan wondered if Yan Yu would say 14 (his actual age then) or 26 (the scumbag ex’s age in the novel). He intended to use the age discrepancy to help Yan Yu straighten out the logic warped by the Inner Demon.

But Chen Kan didn’t expect Yan Yu’s gaze to sweep downward again, his unfocused eyes becoming scrutinizing and academic.

“What exactly are you trying to say? Hasn’t it always been this size? Are you trying to claim it grew?”

Chen Kan: “…”

As Yan Yu gave a sudden tug, Chen Kan felt a sharp twinge of pain and instinctively took a step back.

However, his Yan Yu didn’t let go. Instead, in a calm, evaluative tone, he let out a soft “Huh?”

“…How did it get smaller?”

A vein throbbed in Chen Kan’s temple. The air froze for a split second. When Chen Kan spoke, his voice was terrifyingly deep, every word ground out from between his teeth:

“Yan Yu, if I yanked you like that, you’d go limp too.”

“…”

Yan Yu was likely exhausted. His chaotic, weak spiritual pressure flickered, but the usually furrowed brow was now soft and relaxed. The natural faint red at the corners of his eyes had lost its edge, leaving only a shallow flush. Though Chen Kan still held his hand, Yan Yu’s gaze remained fixed on him with persistent intensity.

He seemed to want to say something.

Chen Kan thought he was uncomfortable and moved to release Yan Yu’s hand, only to hear Yan Yu’s voice, raspy and low, sounding almost like a confession:

“…Actually, it doesn’t matter if you’re ‘broken’.”

“Hmm?”

A light kiss landed on Chen Kan’s eyelid. Yan Yu said:

“As long as you don’t betray me, I can love you forever.”

Even knowing that what Little Yan was saying was mostly nonsense born of a confused consciousness, Chen Kan still flipped Yan Yu around. He rained dense kisses down on the man’s struggling, tensed neck. Using Yan Yu’s palm to finish, he bit and nuzzled the man until his pale, lustrous skin was covered in erotic marks.

Yan Yu didn’t struggle much. He was almost “good,” obediently cooperating with Chen Kan’s movements, but he had actually fallen asleep at some point.

Chen Kan gazed at the clean lines of Yan Yu’s profile. As his eyes traveled down, he noticed that beneath the collar slightly opened by his sleeping position, the crimson bloodline had quietly crawled over his shoulder, snaking into the deeper shadows. Because of his relaxed state, it lacked its usual sharp, forbidding aura.

For no reason at all, Chen Kan suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him.

But he held back.

Today’s quota for spiritual pressure relief had been exceeded; there was no need for more kissing.

In fact, during their six-month relationship in the past, kissing was the thing they did least. Chen Kan didn’t want to lose so pathetically.

After all, Yan Yu was the one who had kicked him to the curb.

Yan Yu would never “love him forever.”

Chen Kan was always the one left behind.

Chen Kan looked at Yan Yu with indifference. He let the man go gently, gave him a basic cleaning, and after taking a shower himself, he arranged the “mystical items” Tony Zhang had provided for Yan Yu by the bedside.

After confirming Yan Yu was sleeping soundly, he sat down to seriously consider his options.