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At first, when Xie Qingcheng heard that a specially developed serum created from Patient No. 3’s DNA could make it possible for him to conceive, he didn’t know what to feel about it. He found himself tangled in a conflicting state of mind.
After all, he was a man, how could he possibly get pregnant?
And yet, beneath the shock and disbelief, there was an undeniable truth buried deep within his heart…
There was a thirteen-year age gap between him and He Yu. During the two years they had spent apart, Xie Qingcheng had witnessed how that little devil had slowly fallen apart from the pain of losing him; how, in his absence, He Yu had drowned in loneliness until he resembled nothing more than a living corpse.
That was why, after carefully considering this matter and preparing himself mentally over what this would mean, Xie Qingcheng decided to accept the researchers’ offer. Because when his time came and he eventually left this world, he wanted to leave something behind for He Yu—a reason to hold on, and a bridge connecting him to this world.
Once he gave his consent, the process began. Every day, Xie Qingcheng took two doses of the medication specially designed for him, one in the morning and one at night. He also visited the hospital from time to time so that the researchers could monitor the changes in his condition.
Everything progressed far more smoothly than expected. Xie Qingcheng with his unique bodily constitution appeared to accept the serum with remarkable compatibility. And combined with the fervent love making sessions transmitting between the couple almost every night, it did not take long for Xie Qingcheng to actually conceive.
For several minutes by now, Xie Qingcheng had been silently staring at the test report in his hands. A faint layer of mist clouded his peach blossom eyes as his gaze lingered over the same words again and again:
Pregnancy: Positive
He had prepared himself for this moment countless times, and having encountered many things in his life—especially after all the things he had witnessed on the Mandela Island—he thought that nothing could surprise him anymore. Yet now, as the reality of the news stood before him, he could not help himself from feeling stunned by the absurdity of it.
So he was really pregnant…with He Yu’s child inside him.
An indescribable emotion rose deep within his chest. Instinctively, his hand drifted toward his still-flat stomach. Through the soft cotton fabric of his shirt, his fingers gently caressed over the new life that had begun to form from their flesh and blood.
This was their child.
Perhaps this was what they called maternal instincts…
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With a few light taps against the edge of the pan, Xie Qingcheng cracked the eggs into it. As they began to sizzle softly, he placed the golden-brown slices of toasted bread filling the room with its rich mouthwatering aroma, onto the plates.
A few minutes later, he turned off the stove and lifted the pan by its handle, sliding the perfectly cooked eggs over the toast. After sprinkling a little salt and seasoning on top, breakfast was finally ready.
He Yu was watching the man untie his apron when his gaze caught the faint damp spots over where Xie Qingcheng’s nipples lay beneath his white shirt. Instantly, he seemed to wake up from his fantasies about how the man would look if he had been wearing nothing underneath that apron at all.
Noticing the subtle shift in the younger man’s expression, Xie Qingcheng asked while setting the plates onto the table, “What is it? Is there something on my face?”
But instead of answering, He Yu suddenly pinned him against the wall. Before he had to lower his head due to their height difference to lick at the faintly darkened spot on the man’s white shirt.
“He Yu—!” Xie Qingcheng genuinely could not understand what had suddenly possessed this little devil this time.
The moment the taste spread across his tongue, He Yu’s suspicions were confirmed. His almond-shaped eyes flashed with a spark of crimson as he murmured, “Ge… are the fake symptoms from case three acting up again?”
“…”
Feeling the strange sensation on his chest, Xie Qingcheng turned his face away. He could not just tell him that this time it was not fake symptoms but that he was truly pregnant. The tests regarding the baby still were not complete, and he did not want to give He Yu hope only for it to be crushed later. Besides, he also wanted to make the news a surprise.
So instead of telling the truth, Xie Qingcheng calmly replied with a facade revealing nothing about what truly passed through his mind, “Yes. It’s just a side effect from the check-ups I’ve been having recently.”
With his face buried against the man’s chest, He Yu sucked lightly over the fabric where the hardened buds pressed against the cloth. His tongue circled the man’s tips, savoring the warm milk beginning to fill his mouth like savoring honey. “Mhm… then I should make sure that it doesn’t go to waste. After all, milk goes well with breakfast—“
But before he could finish, Xie Qingcheng cupped his face and lightly pushed him aside. “Behave yourself. Your breakfast is getting cold, and I have morning classes today.”
Thus, forced to retract, He Yu licked away the final drops of white liquid lingering on his thin lips before reluctantly pulling away and returning to his seat at the table with a pout on his face.
After breakfast, Xie Qingcheng had changed out of his stained shirt and was now standing by the door, putting on his shoes. Just as he was about to leave, his movements were halted by the younger man seeing him off.
“Are you really going to leave without giving your husband a goodbye kiss?”
As the younger man pulled him close and wrapped his arms around his narrow waist as if he would die from being apart for even a second, Xie Qingcheng met those almond-shaped eyes framed by long, delicate lashes, looking at him as though he were the very center of the world.
In the end, Xie Qingcheng leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his thin lips.
“He Yu.”
“Mhm?” He Yu purred like a docile puppy that had gotten its fill.
“Next month, let’s take some break from work and go on a vacation together. What do you say?”
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Golden sunlight filtered through floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking a magnificent sea view, illuminating the couple’s luxurious, spacious five star hotel room with a warm, radiant glow, where a king-sized bed stood at the center as the room’s main attraction.
They had arrived late the night before, and in their exhaustion had collapsed straight into bed the moment they checked in—completely forgetting to draw the curtains. And now, Xie Qingcheng was paying the price for it.
Even though his artificial eyes were top-tier in their quality, they still had some issues, such as being sensitive to constant bright light. Thus, as the golden rays spilled across his face, casting a sacred glow, it didn’t take long for them to wake him up.
After lifting his eyelids open and regaining his consciousness, he carefully pushed aside the young man clinging to him like a koala and was about to head to the bathroom to start the day with a warm bath when his movements were stopped by a low, drowsy voice behind him.
“Don’t go…” He Yu whined, his fingers encircling the man’s wrist as he tried to pull him back. His voice carried the stubbornness of a child on the first day of school, unwilling to part from a parent.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to take a shower,” Xie Qingcheng replied without giving it much thought.
“What time is it?” He Yu asked, idly brushing his fingers over the elegant black lines wrapped around the man’s slender wrist that casted as a stark contrast against his ivory skin.
“Seven-thirty,” Xie Qingcheng answered.
“Ge… can’t we stay in bed a little longer? It’s my birthday today, won’t you indulge me a bit?” the pampered young master He murmured, as if the reason he was acting this way wasn’t because Xie Qingcheng was already spoiling him more than enough.
He Yu really was like a house cat—no matter how well you fed him, the moment he saw attention, he shamelessly pawed for more, acting as though he had been starving for months.
Yet when He Yu pulled him back towards the bed, Xie Qingcheng only let out a quiet breath and didn’t resist. Perhaps this old man’s heart had truly softened after all the time he had spent with this little devil of his.
Satisfied, He Yu wrapped his arms around the man and buried his face against his neck. Pressing a soft kiss to the small cinnabar mole on his nape, he inhaled the intoxicating scent of disinfectant mixed with tobacco that clung to Xie Qingcheng’s skin till his lungs were full of the man’s scent.
Then He Yu tilted his head slightly and suggestively traced the shell of his ear with his tongue. His hot breath brushing against the curve of the man’s ear as he spoke, “Ge, do you know what I was dreaming about before you woke me up?” A hint of a mischievous grin spreading across his lips as he continued, “You were laying beneath me with your legs spread open and begging me to fuck you…”
“You—” Xie Qingcheng tried to speak, but his words were cut off as He Yu pressed his growing hardness against him. It was true that the more you spoil a child, the more shameless he becomes! “Ge, you interrupted my dream, so now you should take responsibility for it… indulge me a little, okay?”
It truly didn’t take long for this cute, puppy-faced young man to reveal his true nature. But by now it was already too late, Xie Qingcheng had already been manipulated by He Yu’s beautiful, innocent face and earlier adorable behavior, falling right into his trap like a moth spiraling toward flame.
A pair of clothes lay scattered across the hotel room tangled in abandoned urgency. He Yu stared down at this mature, unyielding man now laying pinned beneath him with his hands bound above his head by a strip of fabric—the piece of Xie Qingcheng's own pijama, now serving a far more obscene purpose.
Gripping the man's thighs with enough force to leave reddish finger marks like scarlet petals blooming amidst the snow that would turn into bruises the next morning, He Yu spread Xie Qingcheng's legs and positioned them over his shoulders.
Lining himself up and lightly arching the man's hips with a pillows' assistance, He Yu slid his cock between the plump, tight, round cheeks of the man's ass, grinding slowly, letting him feel the heat of his own throbbing length. "Ge, look at you... you're so hard, leaking all over your own stomach. Do you want me to fuck you this badly, hm?" The head of his cock brushing against the man’s ball from behind. A layer of arousal seemed to form around his voice as he spoke. "I'll give you exactly what you want if you just say it. Tell me that you want me to feed you my cock.
Xie Qingcheng grit his teeth, his jaw tight, refusing to make a sound. Yet despite his resistance, as He Yu stroked himself between his legs, staining his inner thighs with pre-cum and slick arousal, Xie Qingcheng could feel his rear constricting and spasming out of his control with each torturous pass. That rigid length sensually brushed against his pulsing, flower-shaped entrance, teasing the rim with each deliberate slide, yet completely ignored his body's silent pleas for penetration.
Xie Qingcheng felt a hollowness growing inside with each passing second, his hole stimulated by the man's deliberate, maddening teasing. His inner walls pulsed around nothing, grasping at emptiness, fluttering with need. He felt empty… an aching emptiness that only another man could fill… Yet He Yu denied him this hidden need, keeping his cock trapped against Xie Qingcheng's thighs, remaining to fuck the space between his legs.
His body acted beyond his control, trained so thoroughly by He Yu. With his ability to adapt to external stimuli, his hole produced lubricant in copious amounts as a biological response to the seeking, grinding pressure, his own body betraying his pride. Those viscous fluids, bottled up inside him, began to leak from his swollen entrance in obscene trails, making the slide easier, slicker, creating lewd, wet sounds of skin grinding against skin that filled the room like the rhythm of waves.
He Yu's hand itched with the urge to give a smack to that slutty ass for seducing him so completely. He raised his palm and brought it down with a sharp slap, leaving behind a reddening handprint on the pale curve of smooth flesh. "You're so wet for me," he marveled, his voice rough with desire and lust. "Even slicker than a woman... If only your mouth was as honest as the one down here..." He dragged his thumb over Xie Qingcheng's rim, feeling it flutter against his touch. "Just tell me what you wish, Ge, and your husband will grant it for you.”
Minutes passed in this exquisite torture—He Yu grinding, teasing, whispering obscenities—before he couldn't take it anymore. He had wanted to break Xie Qingcheng's pride, to hear him beg, but he wasn't a patient man by nature, and the heat and tightness waiting for him was too tempting to resist. He was about to give up and simply thrust himself in when he heard a sound—a nearly inaudible whisper, broken and desperate—from the older man.
Xie Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes had grown unfocused, wrapped in a transculent layer with arousal, his mind grown hazy against this unbearable teasing. Even though he refused to admit it, the pregnancy had made his body terribly sensitive, his nerves raw and hyper-aware and heightened his libido. It made him utter things he normally wouldn't, "He Yu... just fuck me already..."
He Yu froze, his entire body going rigid for a heartbeat. He hadn't expected this—hadn't expected the man to shatter so beautifully, to give him exactly what he wanted. Those few broken words were the ultimate aphrodisiac, far more effective than any drug in this word.
Xie Qingcheng had set the vicious dragon free from its restraints, and now with nothing holding him back, He Yu gripped the man's hips and pushed himself all the way in with one brutal thrust, sheathing himself to the root in wet, scorching heat.
"Ahhh—!"
Xie Qingcheng had no time to defend himself against the onslaught as He Yu slammed into his prostate without warning, nailing that sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating accuracy. A loud, broken scream left Xie Qingcheng's mouth as his insides were stretched to their limit to accommodate the young man's enormous cock, his body arching straight on the bed.
It was truly a good thing that the hotel had excellent soundproofing, or the guests in the next room would surely have come banging on their door, cursing them for waking them so early in the morning.
He Yu couldn't resist throwing his head back, his throat working as he let out a low, husky gasp of pure ecstasy. His dick was wrapped tightly in Xie Qingcheng's soft, wet warmth, gripped by velvet heat that seemed to suck him deeper. For some reason He Yu couldn't explain, the man's insides were unusually warm and tight, almost feverish, pulsing around him with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. It felt like he was atop heaven with desire. It was so stimulating, so intensely pleasurable that his vision sparked white at the edges. "Ge... ah, Ge, it feels so good... your body's sucking me so tight, pulling me in..."
The damp, raunchy noises of wet flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, mingling with the creaking of the mattress springs, the sharp slapping of skin against skin, and hoarse, desperate breathing. Xie Qingcheng was devastatingly beautiful in his abandon—his voice carrying the deep resonance of a mature, masculine man, now mingled with the hoarseness of pleasure as he moaned beneath him. A reddish hue sprayed across his snow-white skin like watercolor bleeding across rice paper, starting at his chest and blooming upward to his throat, his ears, his cheeks.
He Yu couldn't resist leaning down and capturing those rosy, parted lips. He trapped them in an animalistic embrace, sucking and biting as if he wanted to swallow Xie Qingcheng whole, devouring him completely. He sucked those lips with desperate hunger, his tongue invading, claiming territory, as the man's moans were trapped and dissolved in his mouth with the feverish, messy kiss.
He truly was like a drug addict finally getting his fix—he couldn't get enough. He kept kissing him, moving to suck bruises into his neck, then capturing his earlobe between his teeth as he whispered while his hand caressing Xie Qingcheng’s stomach. "Ge, can you feel me? I'm all the way here... I'm so deep inside you, I'll surely get you pregnant this time…”
As Xie Qingcheng was fucked until his gaze completely unfocused and his mind blurred into a white haze, He Yu plastered himself against him, hugging him from behind, keeping him pinned to the bed as he rammed into him violently like a wild animal in rut, each thrust seeking to go deeper, to claim more. Xie Qingcheng truly didn't notice the words seeping out of his own mouth in his momentary daze, his hips beginning to rock rhythmically along with He Yu's fervent thrusts, meeting him halfway, seeking that devastating friction. "Ahh... you little brat... ngh... you already fucking have...!"
"What did you just say?"
Only when Xie Qingcheng heard the young man's confused hint of tone, the slight pause in his rhythm, did he seem to regain a sense of clarity and realized what he had just admitted. Thus, he quickly said to cover up, his voice rough and breathless, "I said, is this all you've got? Don't you know how to do it properly? Fuck me harder—"
And in the next second, Xie Qingcheng truly paid the price for his words.
The bouncy mattress shook with violent movement, the headboard slamming against the wall at a rapid pace. Xie Qingcheng's toes curled, his back arching in a perfect bow as a mind-numbing sensation crashed over him. Overwhelming pleasure surged up in waves as He Yu firmly trapped him against the soft mattress, his weight pressing Xie Qingcheng into the sheets until he could barely breathe. Xie Qingcheng almost lost consciousness from how deeply he was getting penetrated by the young man, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside him with devastating precision, nailing his prostate until he saw stars.
"You slut," He Yu growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous register, his eyes dark with challenge and lust. "If that's what you want, then I'll make sure to fuck you to death..."
He Yu pushed himself so deep inside that it felt as if he wanted to reach the very core of this man, to truly merge their bodies and sew their souls together inseparably.
"Ahh... ngh... haa... ah...!"
He Yu's cock went so far that it stimulated even the deepest, most secret spots inside him, places Xie Qingcheng didn't know could feel pleasure. After ten minutes of relentless, brutal fucking, the pleasure was so intense that Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore. His cock spasmed untouched, and cum sprayed over their abdomens as Xie Qingcheng came with a silent scream, the muscles of his inner walls pulsing and tightening around He Yu's invading length in rhythmic waves of orgasm.
But it didn't stop He Yu from continuing to fuck him. If anything, the tightening of Xie Qingcheng's orgasm only drove him wilder. He kept hammering himself inside those sensitive channels that were now sucking him even more fiercely, grasping at him like a velvet vise, his motions growing more rapid, more desperate, more animalistic with each second until he also came inside the man with a roar. His cock pulsed violently as its seed released in thick, hot spurts inside the man's passage, painting his insides white with his fluids, claiming him completely.
"Ge... you're so full with my cum," He Yu panted between breaths, his voice hoarse and raspy, his chest heaving. He stayed buried deep, trapping his cum inside the man, letting Xie Qingcheng feel every pulse, every twitch. "Can you feel it? You're dripping with my seeds... Are you satisfied now…?"
But Xie Qingcheng was too worn out to reply to He Yu's usual nonsensical sex-phrases, his body limp and trembling in the aftermath. He just laid there trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin, when he felt the organ still buried deep inside him beginning to harden once again and press against his oversensitive walls once more.
"!!!"
This little beast was fucking inhuman!
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Xie Qingcheng stepped out of the bathroom wearing a loosely tied robe that did little to hide the love bites trailing down from his neck to all the way down his chest. He was still drying his hair when two arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him gently back toward the bed.
Holding the man in his arms, his back pressed against his chest, He Yu took the hairdryer from his hand without a word. His fingers threaded slowly through those soft, jet-black strands as he carefully dried them himself.
Once he was certain every strand was dry, He Yu set the dryer aside. Xie Qingcheng’s hair had become slightly messy from all the touching, fluffy in a way that softened his usual cold and composed appearance. He Yu couldn’t resist burying his face in the dark hair and pressing a lingering kiss there. “Xie-ge, are you hungry?” He Yu asked softly. “I ordered room service while you were in the shower.”
He reached toward the tray beside them, where steam still curled faintly from the porcelain plates. Picking up a dumpling with his chopsticks, he dipped it into the dark vinegar sauce before holding it up to Xie Qingcheng’s lips.
Looking at the food shoved against his face, Xie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow with this absurdly domestic scene. “He Yu, my hands aren’t broken. I can feed myself.”
But He Yu only kept whining and persisting further. “Ge, it’s my birthday today. Can’t you depend on me a little and let me take care of you, please?”
So, this little devil really did plan to use the same tricks every single time when he wanted something… and somehow, they still worked.
“…Fine. Do whatever you want.” Xie Qingcheng let out a quiet breath, thinking that, after all, it was He Yu’s birthday. Letting him have his way for one day wouldn’t hurt much. And so, without further protest, he lowered his head and accepted the bite.
The thin dumpling wrapper burst delicately between his teeth, releasing a wave of rich, savory broth that spread warmth across his tongue. The filling mingled with the sharp tang of black vinegar, the contrast making the flavor even richer and more satisfying.
He Yu watched him quietly the entire time, completely unhurried—as though simply watching Xie Qingcheng eat was enough to keep his attention forever.
“Do you like it?”
After swallowing, Xie Qingcheng gave a small nod. “Mm. It just needs a little more vinegar.”
Even though Xie Qingcheng couldn’t quite understand why, despite it being He Yu’s birthday, he had somehow ended up being the one pampered and fed by young master He instead, he still chose to indulge him. He allowed He Yu to feed him one dumpling after another, and afterward even spoon-fed him warm congee.
“Ge, are you full? You can have some of mine too if you want.” He Yu said as he placed the emptied porcelain bowl aside.
Though Xie Qingcheng didn’t answer, He Yu knew him far too well. The faint, unconscious anticipation hidden in the man’s expression already told him enough.
Since He Yu preferred American-style breakfasts, he had ordered himself a stack of pancakes topped with strawberries and mixed berries. He cut off a piece from the side with the least syrup, added a few fresh berries on top, and brought it toward Xie Qingcheng’s mouth.
Xie Qingcheng said nothing. Yet still, he parted his lips obediently and took a bite from the fork.
Watching this scene unfold, a satisfied, proud smile of a husband spread slowly across He Yu’s face.
Xie Qingcheng truly was like a leopard—normally powerful, unyielding, impossible to approach. He carried himself with the same sharp, oppressive aura at all times: proud, guarded, untouchable. And yet, around the people he truly loved and trusted, once those defenses loosened… he became no different from a large cat relaxing beneath a warm hand.
Xie Qingcheng leaned back faintly against him as he chewed, and He Yu’s hand slipped beneath the edge of his robe, gently stroking over his stomach. The moment his palm brushed there, He Yu felt Xie Qingcheng’s body tense instinctively for a split second before relaxing once more into his embrace.
“Ge… has your appetite gotten bigger lately?” He Yu teased lazily. “Your stomach feels softer. Did you gain weight?”
Xie Qingcheng shot him a cold glance.
He Yu immediately laughed and pressed kisses against the pale skin of Xie Qingcheng’s bare shoulder where it peeked out from the loosened edge of his robe. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Don’t look at me like that—I was joking.” He nuzzled closer, voice dropping into a grin. At that moment he truly resembled a playful little puppy. “Besides, even if you do, I would have still loved you as my chubby wife.”
“…”
“But still…” He Yu murmured against his skin, hands wandering beneath the robe. “You ate all my food, and I’m still hungry.” His fingers lightly pinched the man’s pinkish nipples, letting the white liquid drop to his finger tips as he whispered against Xie Qingcheng’s ear, “So you should take responsibility for that, Ge.”
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After leaving the room, having spent almost half the day tossing in bed, it was already late into the afternoon. Thus, without saying much, Xie Qingcheng brought He Yu to the restaurant on the hotel’s terrace, where, beyond the railings, the ocean spread out endlessly beneath the sky, its dark blue waters glimmering softly as the waves rolled against the shore below.
Once they were seated at the table reserved for them, Xie Qingcheng simply told He Yu to order whatever he wanted.
Even if the food couldn’t quite compare to Xie Qingcheng’s own cooking, it was still an extravagant feast. Dish after dish was set before them, rich and delicate, accompanied by the salty sea breeze drifting through the open terrace.
Afterward, Xie Qingcheng even had the staff bring out a chocolate birthday cake for He Yu. The soft candlelight flickered between them, making their faces glow with a soft amber hue.
“Make a wish,” he said calmly.
He Yu looked at the candles for a long moment, the reflection of the flames wavering in his eyes. Then he lowered his head slightly, silently made his wish, and blew them out.
I wish to celebrate every birthday like this… with my Ge by myself for an eternity.
And now, He Yu was sitting alone at the table, waiting for his partner, who had left nearly ten minutes ago saying he needed to use the restroom. He was just about to get up and go look for him when his phone lit up with a message.
Xie Qingcheng: come down to the pier.
He Yu raised a brow—but he still did as he was told.
When he reached the pier, he found a path lined with candles and rose petals. The soft sound of waves blended with a faint, distant melody drifting through the air. At the end of the pier stood a familiar silhouette waiting for him.
Under the golden glow of the setting sun, his figure highlighted by the moonlight, Xie Qingcheng looked almost unreal—like something fallen from heaven. He Yu felt his heartbeat quicken so fervently that it seemed it might escape from his chest.
“May I have this dance?” the man on the end of the pair asked. Inedeed, ever since getting together with this younger man, Xie Qingcheng had found himself doing something he had never done before.
As they danced alone on the pier in the middle of the sea, He Yu still looked dazed, as if he were caught in a dream. His movements slowed as he studied the sharp line of Xie Qingcheng’s jaw, his straight nose, and his strikingly handsome face. “Ge… did you plan all of this?”
“Mhm. With a little help from Xie Xue.”
At that moment, He Yu tightened his hold around Xie Qingcheng’s narrow waist and lowered his head slightly. “Xie-ge… I really love you so much.”
But then just as he leaned in to kiss him, something unexpected happened.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly turned his head away.
He Yu froze, caught completely off guard. It was then he noticed it—the way Xie Qingcheng’s complexion had gone pale.
“Xie-ge? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Without answering, Xie Qingcheng stepped back and crouched near the edge of the pier. A moment later, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and vomited violently over the side.
He Yu didn’t understand what had suddenly happened, but he didn’t have much else to do besides crouch down next to him and stay by Xie Qingcheng’s side.
A few minutes later, when Xie Qingcheng finally stopped vomiting, He Yu handed him a tissue. His almond-shaped eyes were filled with undisguised worry. “Ge… are you okay?”
Xie Qingcheng accepted the tissue and wiped his mouth. “Mm… thank you.”
He Yu, not convinced, wrapped his arms around his waist. “Why did this happen all of a sudden? Was it something we ate?”
“No… it’s not the food,” Xie Qingcheng replied weakly, a clear hint of exhaustion visible in his tone.
“Then what is it? Ge, please tell me… you promised you wouldn’t hide things from me ever again.”
Xie Qingcheng had spent a long time planning this surprise… but seeing the anxious, red-eyed boy in front of him, looking like he might break at any moment, he decided to not hide it any longer.
“I’m pregnant.”
“…?”
“…!!!”
A blue error screen popped out before his vision, He Yu’s mind completely short-circuited. He thought, he must have heard wrong. His brain was clearly playing tricks on him again—there was no way that he heard that correctly.
“Ge… what did you just say? Are you really…”
But contrary to his expectations, Xie Qingcheng nodded. He took He Yu’s hand and placed it over his stomach. Then, calmly and almost clinically, he explained how it had happened. At that moment, as he spoke, his peach blossom eyes seemed to soften into a gentle gaze.
The man who had always taken such pride in his masculine image had, in fact, agreed to carry a child for him…
His Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu’s eyes widened in amazement. An overwhelming, unnamed emotion flooded through him, leaving him completely speechless. Mere worlds failed to explain what he felt at the moment.
Instead, he stepped forward and kissed him.
Fireworks exploded across the sky, painting the sky in brilliant cascades of color. Beneath the shimmering light, the two man kissed, wrapped in an embrace woven from pure and sincere love, as time itself seemed to pause for their hearts alone.