Chapter 344 - 344 Kiss

344 Kiss

When Li Zhe heard Meng Yu say this about him, he immediately raised his head and looked at Meng Yu. “Nonsense, why would I invite women over? You’re the only one in my heart. From the first time I saw you, you’re the only one I want to f***.”

Looking at Meng Yu’s shocked eyes, Li Zhe then realized what he had said.

“Just… That…” Li Zhe stammered, trying to defend himself, but he couldn’t say anything that went against his will. After all, what he had said was the truth. He had always been thinking about Meng Yu, and only Meng Yu.

Meng Yu was shocked by Li Zhe’s explicit words. He was burning, as though he had been thrown into a furnace.

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Meng Yu really hadn’t expected that Li Zhe, who had always been inseparable from him, would actually have such thoughts about him.

“I’m not a pervert, I just can’t help myself when it comes to the person I like.” Li Zhe felt as though his face was on fire.

He was obviously a person who was almost 30 years old, but at this moment, he was like a teenager going through puberty, nervous and shy in front of the person he was confessing to.

However, if Li Zhe hadn’t been stopped by the phone call that autumn and had instead gone forward to call out to Meng Yu, perhaps this confession would have belonged to that autumn.

This love confession that was ten years late was still so passionate and sincere.

Meng Yu didn’t know what to say. At that moment, he just wanted to find a quiet place to hide and ignore Li Zhe, who was making him so embarrassed and red-faced.

Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu, who was avoiding eye contact. His gaze swept over Meng Yu’s eyelashes, which were trembling slightly for some unknown reason. He couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss them.

Meng Yu was so startled that he immediately closed his eyes. When Li Zhe kissed his eyes, he subconsciously shuddered.

Li Zhe was very satisfied that Meng Yu didn’t push him away, so he kissed him slowly, from Meng Yu’s trembling eyelashes, to his straight nose, and downwards, to his cute dimples. Finally, Li Zhe kissed the lips that he had longed for for ten years.

Having gotten what he wanted, Li Zhe lightly pecked Meng Yu’s lips and used his tongue to trace the shape of Meng Yu’s lips. Taking advantage of the fact that Meng Yu had yet to react, his flexible tongue tentatively drilled into the gap between his lips.

Meng Yu passively endured the attack of Li Zhe’s lips, but a few strange yet familiar images suddenly flashed through his mind. Those invading images provoked Meng Yu.

Meng Yu only felt as though someone was clutching his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. Then, it was as if someone had cut him with a sharp blade, and the intense pain was unbearable.

Seeing Meng Yu’s expression suddenly change and him crying out while holding his head, Li Zhe instantly panicked. He hastily hugged Meng Yu, who was on the verge of losing it. “Ah Yu, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me.”

Meng Yu was in so much pain that his entire body was trembling. His mouth was intermittently screaming, “No, let go of me. No, don’t touch me…”

Li Zhe’s pupils suddenly constricted. The scene of him finding Meng Yu ten years earlier instantly appeared before his eyes.

The fine bits of heartache slowly turned into intense pain. Li Zhe hugged Meng Yu tightly, who was clearly not himself. In his mind, he recalled the words Zheng Huai had said while hypnotizing Meng Yu.

“Hypnosis only allows the patient to suppress this matter in the depths of their memory and not think about it, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. So, you have to remember not to agitate the patient, especially when they’re going through similar things.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Ah Yu. I was wrong. Don’t scare me. I was really in the wrong.” Li Zhe felt that he deserved to die. He clearly knew about Meng Yu’s situation, but he still caused Meng Yu to recall those embarrassing past events for his own sake.

Li Zhe held Meng Yu tightly in his arms, his large palm on Meng Yu’s back tenderly comforting the agitated and uneasy Meng Yu.

Meng Yu didn’t know what was wrong with him. He saw himself being bullied by a disgusting person. He begged pitifully and cursed loudly, but he couldn’t escape that person’s wanton humiliation. Powerlessness and despair tightly entangled him, strangling him until he couldn’t breathe.

Just as he thought he was going to die, a gentle voice came from afar, “Ah Yu, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here…”

Meng Yu was immersed in this gentle voice, and those terrifying scenes slowly dissipated all of a sudden. He gradually lost himself in this gentle call.

Seeing Meng Yu slowly calm down, Li Zhe finally heaved a sigh of relief. His hand gently brushed away the hair on Meng Yu’s sweat-drenched forehead, and gently planted a kiss on his smooth forehead.