In short, one Yin Liuguang was worth ten troublesome children.
Just thinking about the past left Yan Mo mentally exhausted.
He couldn’t reason with someone who relied on shameless persistence, so he stood up helplessly and decided to get some fresh air.
“I’m going to the restroom.”
Unexpectedly, Yin Liuguang immediately looked at him with suspicion, like a beautiful-eyed cat.
“Ooooooh~”
He narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not planning to run away, are you?”
Yan Mo: “…”
Laughing helplessly, he said, “The plane has already taken off. How exactly am I supposed to run away? I really need to use the restroom.”
“Then I’m going too!”
Yin Liuguang jumped up instantly.
Sitting on the aisle side, he stepped out first and raised an eyebrow at Yan Mo.
“Come on. What, do you want me to hold your hand? Though I wouldn’t mind. Little girls are the ones who hold hands to go to the bathroom. Ugh, Yan Mo, you’re so cheesy~”
Yan Mo: “…”
One day I’m going to punch this guy in the face.
His temples throbbed with irritation as he followed Yin Liuguang to the restroom.
Seeing that Yin Liuguang showed no intention of going in first, Yan Mo opened the door.
The moment he did, Yin Liuguang slipped inside like a fish and locked the door behind them.
Click.
“What are you doing—let go!”
“I want to check something.”
“Yin Liuguang! Do you know what you’re doing?!”
Caught off guard by the shove, Yan Mo nearly stumbled backward.
Before he could even turn around, the much taller young man wrapped his arms around him from behind.
Yan Mo struggled in shock and anger.
“There’s nothing between us anymore. What you’re doing—what you’re doing—”
“Tch. Didn’t I say the breakup is canceled?”
Yin Liuguang dismissed the objection casually.
Then his playful tone suddenly vanished.
His expression sharpened.
Burying his nose near Yan Mo’s neck, he spoke softly.
“I smell smoke.”
“Yan Mo.”
There was a dangerous edge to his voice.
“But if I remember correctly… you’ve never smoked.”
Yan Mo froze.
He really didn’t smoke.
The one who smoked was Bian Xun.
A flash of memory crossed his mind—the cigarette pack, the farewell hug.
He had never expected Yin Liuguang’s nose to be so sensitive.
“So I have to check carefully.”
He laughed.
“To see if my cake has already been tasted by someone else. Even if the cake got uglier, I’d still be angry if someone touched it.”
“Mmm… so who was that man smoking around you?”
His tone remained playful, but there was an undercurrent of restrained emotion ready to explode.
“Can’t tell me?”
“I thought we were the closest.”
Yan Mo’s fingers trembled.
Yin Liuguang was angry.
He knew this tone all too well.
The smiling surface concealed sharp malice.
Yan Mo could already imagine the expression hidden behind that beautiful, beloved face.
He absolutely could not let Yin Liuguang learn about the others.
“N-No one…”
The answer earned a low laugh.
“Liaaaar~~”
Silence followed.
Yan Mo bit down hard.
Fear crawled through him.
Yin Liuguang continued speaking near his ear.
“So clean up here.”
“Should I check everywhere else too?”
“That’s enough! Don’t go too far!”
“This is already too far?”
He laughed lightly.
The fear only deepened.
“Back then, we’ve done things even more excessive than this, remember?”
“Stop talking…”
Embarrassment and anger flooded Yan Mo’s face.
His stomach churned.
“Remember when you told me as a kid that babies were planted in their mothers’ stomachs?”
“Then I said we should try it too, didn’t I?”
“Stop talking!”
Yan Mo shut his eyes tightly.
The old childish memories only made him more mortified.
Yin Liuguang, however, wasn’t bothered in the slightest.
He continued teasing him.
No matter how much Yan Mo struggled, he couldn’t push him away.
Age and maturity didn’t matter.
Physically, Yin Liuguang was simply stronger.
The younger man had always been a genius.
Academics, sports, everything came naturally to him.
Even his physique was superior.
Despite his youthful face, he stood nearly 190 centimeters tall and possessed a solid build beneath his clothes.
“Ge~”
The younger man deliberately dragged out the affectionate title from behind.
“Why didn’t we ever go all the way back then?”
“What a pity~”
Yan Mo’s eyelashes trembled.
“Shut up…”
Unlike his innocent appearance, Yin Liuguang had always been intensely curious about romance and intimacy.
Even though he didn’t truly love Yan Mo, his eighteen-year-old self had been overflowing with hormones and curiosity.
Back then, he would constantly tease and provoke him.
Yin Liuguang still remembered pulling Yan Mo into empty dressing rooms.
He’d make the older young man wear soft sweaters and black-rimmed glasses, then joke about how much he resembled a student.
Those memories flashed briefly through his mind.
The reactions he got from Yan Mo had always fascinated him.
The embarrassment.
The helplessness.
The way Yan Mo, who had looked after him since childhood, could never completely view him as an equal adult man.
That mixture of awkwardness and shyness always appeared whenever he was teased.
It was…
Yin Liuguang narrowed his eyes.
Then suddenly—
Bang!
Yan Mo slammed his head backward without thinking.
“Ugh—”
The arms restraining him instantly loosened.
Yin Liuguang staggered back, covering his nose.
A moment later he looked at the blood on his fingers.
Then he lifted his eyes toward the terrified figure before him.
With a small curl of his lips, he casually wiped away the blood.
“Angry?”
Yin Liuguang squinted one eye.
“Even if you’re angry, you shouldn’t injure a celebrity’s face.”
“Ge, you’re so cruel.”
“Enough…”
The flush faded from Yan Mo’s face.
Pale and shaken, he tightened his lips and straightened his clothes.
Fear still lingered in his damp eyes.