The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Cry

Yu Yanshuang felt like a kitten being scruffy by the neck; his entire body stiffened instantly.

Cyan’s gaze at that moment was incredibly unrestrained—or perhaps indulgent. Yu Yanshuang instinctively wanted to look away, yet he felt as if his eyes were nailed in place by Cyan’s stare.

Three seconds, four seconds, five seconds.

Yu Yanshuang finally let out a sharp breath. He took a massive gulp of beer, the bitterness numbing the base of his tongue.

Luckily, someone walked between them, breaking the line of sight. Yu Yanshuang didn’t dare steal another glance; he pretended to turn around and grab a new bottle.

“No problem, Garcia,” he said slowly. “Are you going to stay by my side the whole time?”

Garcia blinked, the diamond stickers on his eyelashes shimmering. “Of course. I invited you, so naturally, I have to keep you company. But… what’s really on your mind?”

To be honest, from the first moment he saw Yu Yanshuang, Garcia felt the boy had a story. His mannerisms were those of someone raised as a pampered prince, yet he wore out-of-season clothes and kept his head down, radiating a reclusive vibe that didn’t match his stunningly bold face.

This mix of contradictory traits made Yu Yanshuang incredibly fascinating to Garcia. Seeing him handle his liquor today only deepened that curiosity.

Yu Yanshuang gave Garcia a strange look and restated: “I’m straight. My only ‘story’ is being broke. How about 70/30 in my favor?”

Garcia paused, pretending the music was too loud to hear. He picked up a specialty cocktail and said, “Rochefort 10 is no good. Why do you like something so bitter?”

Yu Yanshuang smiled dismissively. He waited for a moment before turning slightly to cautiously scan for Cyan’s location again.

His eyes widened. Cyan had left his seat and vanished into the crowd. Had he gone upstairs again? Yu Yanshuang felt a surge of annoyance. This time, Cyan was clearly on the verge of being truly drunk!

Garcia nudged Yu Yanshuang’s waist with his arm, trying to pull his attention back.

“Hiss…” Yu Yanshuang flinched away immediately, knitting his elegant brows. He was about to snap when he saw Cyan out of the corner of his eye. The golden-haired man was waving people off, heading out the side door toward the long corridor.

Yu Yanshuang made a split-second decision. “I need to use the restroom.”

He chased after him without hesitation. Cyan’s steps were a bit unsteady, making Yu Yanshuang’s heart pound with excitement.

Naturally, there were many others hoping to take advantage of a drunk Cyan, but the crowd following him made Yu Yanshuang’s presence less conspicuous. However, Cyan’s sharp rebukes soon made his intentions clear to his friends. After some pulling and shoving, Cyan made it out the side door alone, having shaken off his “little tails.”

Yu Yanshuang had already taken a shortcut. He hid behind a stone pillar in the corridor, pressing himself tightly against it to stay out of sight. The ornate carvings on the pillar dug painfully into his back.

Cyan walked lazily down the corridor, casually setting his glass down on a stone pedestal. Rows of silver-red maples lined the path; deep autumn had turned the leaves a brilliant, fiery red.

Cyan’s golden hair was no longer perfectly groomed. Strands fell over his forehead and ears, and a strong gust of wind blew his shirt back against his frame, revealing the clear contours of his abdominal muscles and the unmistakable bulk below.

In those few seconds, Yu Yanshuang tried to snap some “ugly” photos of Cyan’s drunken state. The result? Every shot was more stunning than the last. He was certain these photos would sell for a fortune—people would probably go crazy over them.

Cyan looked like he was walking through a beautiful landscape painting. With the red maples as a backdrop, the stray hair softened his features, and the way he swung his jacket casually made him look wild and untamed.

Yu Yanshuang held his breath until Cyan passed his pillar and headed deeper into the corridor. After Cyan was about ten meters away, Yu Yanshuang dared to follow.

They moved in stops and starts, leaving the corridor and turning into the back garden. Cyan finally seemed to want to rest; he sat down heavily on a lounge chair in front of a fountain, stretching his arms across the backrest and closing his eyes to rest.

Hiding behind a large, manicured shrub, Yu Yanshuang fumed silently: Is this guy’s “drunk behavior” really this good? No screaming, no mess—he just walks until he finds a place to nap?

He hoped someone would show up—to flirt with Cyan, kiss him, anything—just to do something that would pull Cyan off his pedestal.

Rumor had it that Cyan had always stayed single; no one had ever dated him. Between his studies, boxing, football, and a double major in Economics and Physics, he was like a perfect machine. He seemed to have no interest in romance.

The wind grew stronger. Yu Yanshuang realized he was still clutching his beer. He chugged the rest, took a deep breath to steel his nerves, and walked toward Cyan.

One step… two… closer and closer. Cyan didn’t move.

Yu Yanshuang finally stood over him, looking down at Cyan’s sleeping face. The positioning was a bit awkward—he was standing right between Cyan’s legs.

He gave Cyan’s shin a light kick. “Hey. You’ll catch a cold sleeping here.”

Cyan’s leg swayed slightly from the kick, but he showed no signs of waking. Yu Yanshuang’s throat shifted. Nervously, he kicked a bit harder.

After a long moment, confirming that Cyan was indeed fast asleep, Yu Yanshuang’s lips curled up. His usually gloomy face became vivid with the smile, his dark eyes sparkling.

He leaned down slightly. “Hey, you…”

He paused, then cautiously switched to Chinese: “Hmph. Finally, you’ve fallen into my hands. Do you have any idea how annoying your ‘high and mighty’ act is?”

“And so what if you’re 192cm with abs and can box? It’s not like I can beat you in a fight anyway!”

“Haha, you’re only this handsome because of your mixed-race genes. If I were back in China, you wouldn’t even be able to out-handsome me!”

“It’s hilarious, really. Don’t think people like you for who you are just because you have money and power. If you lost everything like I did, everyone would abandon you!”

As he spoke, Yu Yanshuang’s voice began to crack with a sob.

“Ah!”

Yu Yanshuang gasped.

Suddenly, he was pulled down onto Cyan’s sturdy thighs. A hot palm clamped firmly around his waist. Despite how sensitive his waist was, he was too terrified to move.

Why did he wake up?!

Cyan was still leaning back against the chair. From this angle, his Adam’s apple was prominent, his hair messy, his collar pulled open. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, radiating a hazy, intoxicated aura.

Yu Yanshuang had never been held like this before—like a small child, sitting sideways in Cyan’s lap. He finally realized just how massive Cyan’s frame was; he was completely controlled in the man’s embrace, unable to budge. All he could see was Cyan’s exposed collarbones.

“Let go of me…” His voice was small, his tone no longer the fierce cursing from a moment ago. He sounded like a soft, startled kitten.

Cyan stared at him for a long time. The moment he raised his hand, Yu Yanshuang instinctively shut his eyes.

He felt a hot palm nearly cup his entire face. When a calloused thumb brushed over the corner of his eye, Yu Yanshuang stopped breathing.

“Don’t cry,” Cyan whispered, his tone carrying a coaxing, tender fondness.

Yu Yanshuang opened his eyes in a daze. He reached up to touch the corner of his eye. Was I… actually crying?

How humiliating!! He hadn’t caught Cyan doing anything wrong, and instead, he’d cried in front of him! He wanted to die.

The next moment, Cyan looked confused. “Who are you?”

Yu Yanshuang’s anger vanished instantly. He tested the waters: “You should go to class. Finance starts soon. Shall we go?”

Cyan hesitated, then leaned back again as if dizzy, his golden hair falling back to reveal his entire handsome face. “I need to rest a bit first.”

Yu Yanshuang realized Cyan was incredibly drunk—he didn’t even realize he had just come from a party. However, the hand on his waist began to act up, moving from a firm grip to a gentle, rhythmic stroking.

This caused Yu Yanshuang’s sensitive waist to go weak. His rigid back slumped, and he tumbled softly into Cyan’s chest.

As their bodies pressed together, Yu Yanshuang’s hair practically stood on end. He tried to pull away, but Cyan pressed down firmly, pulling him even closer.

Cyan seemed puzzled. “Why are you leaving? You’re so cool.”

“…” Yu Yanshuang wasn’t wearing much. He hadn’t brought enough clothes when he was sent abroad, and he refused to buy cheap clothes from Walmart to save face. After following Cyan all this way in the cold, of course he was “cool.”

He’s using me as a human ice pack? How dare he!

Cyan seemed satisfied with his “cooling doll,” pulling him in as if trying to embed the boy into his chest. He let out a low, deep sigh that sounded unexpectedly suggestive.

Yu Yanshuang bit his lip, staring at Cyan’s satiated expression for a long time.

If Cyan woke up tomorrow and remembered holding a man like this, what would his face look like? Better yet, the guy who was so homophobic he’d kick someone out for a single comment was now refusing to let go of a grown man!

When someone is intent on doing something “bad,” they never get tired.

“Hey, want me to take you somewhere even cooler?” Yu Yanshuang said suddenly. His voice was incredibly soft, but his expression grew darker and more malicious.