YA Ch103: Baby

Adults are not allowed to cry like this, just as adult beasts cannot howl when injured, attracting predators without anyone to cover for them.

But at this moment, the owner of this thin chest supported him with warm wings, wrapping the larger person inside, allowing him to cry out loud, to scream and wail like a small beast.

Lu Yu didn’t know how long he had been crying, only that when he calmed down, Yan-ge had taken a cold towel and placed it on his eyes, the burning eyes giving out an overburdened “gurgle.”

Lu Yu sat on the sofa, looking up at Ming Yan who was bending over to apply the towel to his eyes. After the commotion, he became a bit timid and pitifully grabbed the corner of Ming Yan’s bathrobe, saying, “You really won’t abandon me, right? If I completely recover my memory, do I have to move out and we’ll just be long-distance within the same city?”

Ming Yan was confused: “Why would you need to move out?”

Lu Yu pouted: “You said you couldn’t be with Lu Dayu for a long time. If we don’t break up, does that mean we’ll have to live separately?”

Ming Yan understood, smiled, and poked Lu Yu’s forehead, saying, “Aren’t I always trying to keep you from becoming Lu Dayu?”

“This is beyond human control. Should I fall again?” Lu Yu, with his head poked, suggested.

Ming Yan finally understood what he was troubled about, considered for a moment, and said, “Maybe I didn’t express it clearly. The Lu Dayu I mentioned is a state of being. I knew from the start that you had amnesia; Que De concluded that for me after the first examination. I just hope to avoid you becoming despondent and self-abandoning because of various lies.”

Lu Yu’s eyes suddenly lit up, shining brightly like stars.

So it was like this. Yan-ge didn’t just like the young Lu Xiaoyu.

Since that day in the small study when Ming Yan revealed part of the truth from the past, he had been trying to protect him, allowing him to accept the past gently. Yan-ge had never stopped him from remembering the past; he had just used the opportunity of amnesia to help him avoid anything that might cause a mental breakdown, allowing him to grow into a healthy Lu Dayu.

That was all.

Lu Yu excitedly hugged Ming Yan’s waist, pulling him into his embrace.

Ming Yan, who was standing, suddenly lost his balance and was forced into a difficult “duck sitting” position on Lu Yu’s lap. But in this position, with the man’s narrow pelvis, he couldn’t sit down completely and could only half-kneel, letting Lu Yu embrace him and rub against his lower abdomen.

Lu Yu pressed his face against the smooth bathrobe, feeling the thin abdominal muscles, and said in a hoarse voice: “But I don’t want to recover my memory; I just want to stay at eighteen. If I lost you in ten years, why should I live through those ten years?”

Ming Yan looked down, stroked his head, and pushed up the damp bangs from his forehead, seriously saying, “You haven’t lost me; actually, I’m the one who lost you.”

In these ten years, he had never stopped loving Lu Yu, but back then, he had the pride of a young master and wouldn’t ask a single question.

“We understand how to love each other better; it’s me,” Ming Yan sighed. He had a normal family, parents who loved each other, and a prosperous life, while Lu Yu didn’t understand these things, “I didn’t teach you well; instead, I blamed you. I didn’t ask more when you were in your breakdown. I’m sorry, my baby.”

They both understood too late, wasting so many years that should have been beautiful.

Lu Yu, upon hearing this, began to cry again, his previously swollen eyes now shedding tears.

Ming Yan picked up the towel, smiling as he wiped his face, playfully scaring him like a child: “Cry more, and tomorrow you’ll turn into a walnut.”

Lu Yu gazed at him foolishly and said, “Say that term again.”

Ming Yan put down the towel, held his cool face, and said: “Baby,” then leaned in and kissed his lips.

As their soft lips touched, it was like tearing open a protective layer of crystal mud, merging together, inseparable.

The two kissed and rolled into a tangle on the sofa. They uncovered the window paper they had been too afraid to pierce, discovering that on the other side of the window there was no deception, no harm, only a sincere heart.

No longer hesitant, Lu Yu hugged Ming Yan tightly, wishing he could press him into his flesh and blood.

The mermaid ball and the President ball, who hadn’t dared to make a sound all night, hid behind the backrest, playing a ball game in place with the sofa’s rocking.

By late at night, Lu Yu tucked the dried-off Ming Yan into the quilt.

“You’re not wearing pajamas…” Ming Yan, feeling the wrong touch, protested in a soft voice.

Lu Yu leaned closer, showing no intention of putting on pajamas, and confidently said, “You’ve drained the water above me and below me; I’ve turned into dried fish and need mutual care to recover.” After speaking, he began to lick Ming Yan’s face.

Mutual care, of course, required naked skin-to-skin contact and applying each other’s saliva.

Ming Yan was too sleepy to open his eyes and pushed his head: “Are you a dog? Stop messing around; I need to sleep.”

Lu Yu grumbled, taking a bite of Ming Yan’s chin: “Just now you called me little baby; now you’re calling me a dog.”

“When did I… sigh? Forget it.” Ming Yan, helpless, turned around, voluntarily snuggling into Lu Yu’s arms, patting his back softly and cooing with a heavy nasal tone, “Baby, be good; Gege needs to sleep; don’t be naughty.”

Lu Yu’s mouth immediately stretched to his ears, feeling a tingling sensation spreading from his ears, back, and chest throughout his body, making his toes feel like they were blooming. He truly stayed still, like hugging a sleeping kitten, even lifting the quilt carefully.

Holding a position like a wooden puppet, he waited until Ming Yan was completely asleep before slightly shifting his numb arm.

Lu Yu held the soft body in his arms, excited and unable to sleep. He reminisced about all the sweet words Yan-ge had said tonight, repeatedly memorizing important sentences, trying to etch them into his memory.

He waved over Lu Dongdong, who was peeking through the door gap, and Lu Yu typed one-handed on the virtual keyboard, posting a social media update.

[Han Di Ba Yu: I don’t want to be so obedient either, but he called me baby, hehe.]

And modified the sending device suffix—this update comes from “one-handed operation Dongdong’s smart brain.”

Night owl netizen A, who was still awake: I understand the dog abuse process, but why is it a one-handed operation?

Netizen B, who sympathized with the above: Because the other hand is hugging the wife.

Just finished typing, buddy Garlic Again: Dryland old thief, posting this kind of thing in the middle of the night, reporting you!

Han Di Ba Yu replied @GarlicAgain: I’m so scared, hugging my wife tightly.

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Author’s note:

Garlic Again angrily wrote a 100,000-word thesis titled “On the Reason Why Dryland Fish Has No Friends in the Web Literature World.”