Earl Hilal's mansion welcomed a distinguished guest that Earl Kerry valued very much. When the maid was cleaning the front hall, she saw the usually gloomy Earl leading a handsome and inhuman man into the front hall with a smile on his face.
"This is the front hall of the mansion. If you are tired, you can rest here. If you want to eat or drink anything, just ask the maid to do it."
Kerry took Qi Yan's hand and sat down on the sofa. He called the maid: "Go and make a pot of black tea."
The maid left in response, and looked at Qi Yan several times curiously before leaving. After all, this man was a handsome man, and he was treated like this by the earl, so he was inevitably a little curious.
After the maid left, Kerry smiled again and said coquettishly to Qi Yan: "Do you like it here? If you like it, you can always stay here and treat it as your own home!"
—Everything here is given to you, and I give it to you too.
Qi Yan looked around carefully and said thoughtfully: "It's too gorgeous."
"Don't you like this?" Kerry said quickly: "I don't like it either! It just so happens that I want to renovate this place!"
"Kerry, you have to follow your own heart." Qi Yan looked at him and said seriously: "Don't mind me, I can live anywhere."
"But I want to make you happy."
Kerry's words left Qi Yan speechless. Kerry was always thinking about him. Just as he was about to change the topic, a dignified and gentle female voice suddenly came from the stairs behind him.
"Ah, we have a visitor at home."
Nasha walked down from the second floor. Her delicate face was smeared with white powder, revealing rosy cheeks. Her lips were also smeared with lipstick, and the breath of a noble lady hit her face.
Qi Yan felt that Kerry's face darkened the moment he saw Nasha.
Nasha walked up to Qi Yan with the steps of an elegant lady, looking down at him like a master.
"I am Kerry's wife, Nasha Hilal." After saying that, she made a lady's bow: "We were not prepared for your sudden visit. It is really rude."
Qi Yan replied without changing his expression: "It's not a sudden visit. Kerry has known about it for a long time. You don't have to feel rude."
Originally, it was just because a distinguished guest was coming to the house, but she did not receive any notification from Kerry. Nasha, who was angry, came here just to piss off Kerry, but unexpectedly she was choked by Qi Yan. Only then did Nasha look at Qi Yan seriously, looking up and down carefully.
This man is very handsome, not like a human, but like an elf. However, he did not have pointed ears, but he had crystal blue eyes... He was not an elf, nor was he a vulgar race like goblins or dwarves.
Nasha calculated shrewdly in her heart, and made a gesture on her face: "It turns out that Kerry knew it a long time ago!"
"Yes." Qi Yan responded, turned to look at Kerry, and asked, "Your wife?"
Keri's complexion turned dark. He pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.
"I see. But didn't you tell her that you wanted to bring me here?"
Kriebe began: "It's not necessary."
Such straightforward disgust made Nasha's face turn pale. She glared at Kerry and gritted her teeth and said, "Kerry, the guest is still here!"
In Nasha's impression, Kerry still needs to show off to her externally...
However, what Kerry said next was almost a blow to her head.
"Ayan is not a guest." Kerry glanced at her coldly: "Compared to you, Ayan is closer to me."
"A man?!" Nasha's voice suddenly rose, especially sharp.
Kerry stood up unhappily and did not say anything to Nasha. Instead, he picked up Qi Yan and walked towards the second floor.
"Kerry!"
Nasha called his name from behind.
"Kerry! I want you to stop!"
Kerry didn't stop at all and seemed to let her continue to make trouble like this.
There were more and more maids and waiters hiding behind the curtains and corners, pointing and whispering at Nasha.
Nasha gasped in anger. She waited for the backs of Kerry and Qi Yan, unable to calm down for a long time.
Kerry took Qi Yan to the bedroom that he had cleaned quickly this morning. After entering the room, he locked the door, then turned around and hugged Qi Yan.
Burying his face into Qi Yan's neck, Kerry deeply smelled his unique scent.
"Kerry?" an unknown voice sounded.
Kerry hugged Qi Yan tightly, hot air spraying on his neck: "Let me hold him for a while."
—I want to hug you, I have been thinking about it for two years.
Qi Yan hugged him back and said nothing, but quietly waited for his mood to calm down.
People with a personality like Kerry don't need sympathy and neglect, but need companionship.
Quiet companionship is enough, and it is precisely because of this that Kerry becomes interested in Qi Yan.
"Ayan..."
For a long time, Kerry's sad and hollow tone echoed through the room.
"I love you so much."
—I love you so much that I can’t help myself. I really want to hold you like this for the rest of my life... You are in my arms, only in my arms.
“Kerry…”
"You said you love me too, tell me quickly, I'm waiting."
Kerry didn't know what he felt in his heart. He could only feel the bitterness running through his throat and gradually flowing into his blood.
-Say you love me quickly, otherwise... I don't know what I will do.
Qi Yan's eyes were dull, looking at the gorgeous silverware on the cupboard in the distance, and the hand covering Kerry's back slowly fell.
"Kerry, you have a wife."
A fact that sent Kerry into hell, from which he could not stand up.
Kerry's eyes became dim, and then as deep as obsidian, so dark that it was difficult to see the emotions in them.
"This is not what I thought, Ayan..." The pleading and panic just now disappeared, and Kerry's voice suddenly calmed down, and the emotion in it could not be heard clearly: "This is not the marriage I want, I love you, I Want you."
"Kerry, everything has a beginning and an end." Qi Yan advised softly: "Your wife, she may be more dependent on you than you think."
"It has nothing to do with me!" Kerry's voice suddenly became crazy. He grabbed Qi Yan's shoulders and stared at him with his black eyes: "Why are you talking to her like this?! She has nothing to do with you no matter what. Come on! Just look at me!"
His shoulders seemed to be clamped by an iron vise. Kerry exerted great force. Qi Yan felt pain and frowned slightly: "Kerry, you..."
"Ayan..." Suddenly, Kerry's attitude softened again. He looked at Qi Yan carefully and said in an apologetic voice with a hint of crying: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I must have hurt you... I'm sorry, don't be angry. I’m so angry…”
This change gave Qi Yan a bad premonition. He slowly pushed away Kerry's hand, took two steps back, and kept his distance.
"Kerry, you're too tired and need to rest."
"Ayan..."
If the puppy-like low voice made Qi Yan's heart tremble slightly, Kerry raised his head and Qi Yan was stunned.
That handsome and resolute face was covered with tears, one drop at a time, falling to the ground, as if hitting Qi Yan's heart.
-This man is crying.