Chapter 93 (1/2)

“What are you going to call me? Yan?” Shi Yan pouted before He Nuo could reply, “No, that doesn’t sound nice. Yan, yan, it sounds like you’re cooking1. I don’t want that.”

He Nuo found it amusing, why is he making such a big fuss over a form of address? Haven’t they always called each other by their names anyway? “I’ll just call you the same way others do bei.” He knew that his gang all called him San Ge.

“No way.”

Shi Yan refused resolutely. His rejection made He Nuo feel upset; people who called him San Ge were those who have been friends with him since childhood, so the bonds of friendship they had formed were unordinary. When He Nuo thought of the difference between them, he fell silent.

His sweetheart’s body stiffened up slightly, so Shi Yan knew that he was overthinking. This lover of his has always been very broad-minded, gentle and indifferent; yet he was now much more delicate and sensitive. But Shi Yan felt glad that he was like this — if he didn’t care, then why would he be sensitive? Shi Yan didn’t like how he could never touch his heart no matter what he did in the past. Shi Yan had never been able to see He Nuo’s bright and indulgent laughter; no matter what happens or when it happens, He Nuo’s laughter has always been reserved, so Shi Yan couldn’t find the passageway to that could lead He Nuo’s laughter to his heart. Thus, He Nuo had never been able to reveal a smile on his face that truly came from the bottom of his heart.

“San Ge, Yan Ge, those are the names they call me. You’re different from them, so the name you call me will belong only to you.”

He Nuo turned around to lean back into his arms. Even though he was still silent, he felt satisfied because of that remark.

“You can just call me Gege.” He Nuo has a lot of older brothers, but he always formally called them “Big brother, Second brother’. Shi Yan only has one older sister, and they had quite a wide age gap, so he had always called her Jiejie2 when he was a kid. Now that he was no longer a teenager and had entered his period of youth, of course he would disdain such coquettish behaviour. But calling his sister Jiejie always sounded more intimate than calling her Jie — especially when he has a request, just one ‘Jiejie’ and it would be granted.

“Try it, call me Gege.” Shi Yan urged.

He Nuo’s voice disappeared in his throat — it was stuck there and couldn’t come out no matter what. It was only after Shi Yan took out his trump card and kissed him until he lost his soul while leading him with the “Gege, Gege”s he uttered at his ear before He Nuo shouted it out. A crisp electric current shot up his spine and into his Baihui acupoint; Shi Yan’s whole body felt comfortable after He Nuo called him that.

“Nuonuo, Nuonuo, you’re really killing me.”

In order not to be discovered by his family, Shi Yan and He Nuo got up early in the morning. Shi Yan wanted to go out for breakfast by himself so that He Nuo could sleep in a little more, then he would waste some time until 8 or 9am before coming back openly to find He Nuo and return to his college in the afternoon. He Nuo insisted that he couldn’t fall asleep after he woke up and wanted to go out with Shi Yan. After they had breakfast, they saw that it was still early so Shi Yan said that he wanted to go to the station to check what time the coach would arrive in the afternoon.