23 Meng Qian wants to keep his distance

The next day, Wu Liang got dressed early and was already eating breakfast when Meng Qian left his room ready to go to college. He wore his new clothes, a gray turtleneck shirt, and pale jeans, he took the simplest one so as not to draw the attention of his classmates.

"Brother Meng, didn't you tell me how you want to go to university? Do you want the driver to take you there? Or do you want the driver to drop you off? Or do you want money for the taxi? Any other alternative transportation?"

Wu Liang asked solicitously, watching as Meng Qian silently sat at the table. Meng Qian's eyes were focused on the food, he was showing a more difficult side to young master Wu.

"Young Master Wu can decide," Meng Qian said indifferently. Here was the young college student drawing a line between their relationship.

"Then let's go in the car together," Wu Liang said, smiling happily as if he didn't notice anything different.

Meng Qian gripped his cutlery tightly, but he didn't look at young master Wu.

The two finished eating and brushed their teeth before going downstairs. Along with the two young men were two bodyguards, Rong Xun and Rong Deli, they are always the ones who are showing up with Wu Liang. The other two bodyguards are following in secret, so they rarely openly accompany young master Wu.

Even Meng Qian didn't know who the hidden bodyguards were. He only saw Uncle Ya, Aunt Lee, Rong Xun, Rong Deli, and Yun Fo who is the driver. The other people looked like they didn't even exist in the apartment.

"Rong Xun, you will take the lead with the other two. I want to talk to Brother Meng alone" Wu Liang asked after Meng Qian was already sitting in the back seat.

Rong Xun was somewhat reluctant but gave in to young master Wu's request. He felt it would be better not to leave the other alone, as there could be some accident against this young master's life.

"Then let's take young master Meng to the university first," Rong Xun said seriously, leaving Wu Liang with Meng Qian in the back seats.

Meng Qian's university was the destination closer to the apartment than young master Wu's school, so with the unusual and shorter path, the risk from an ambush would be less.

Meng Qian tensed the moment he realized he would be alone with Wu Liang, but he feigned calm and looked out the window. Only when a divider between the front and back seat lifted did he look at it, and his heart sped up.

"I wanted to give these two things sooner, but Brother Meng didn't look at me today... Did I do something wrong?" Wu Liang asked shyly. He didn't remember doing anything wrong with Meng Qian.

Meng Qian was silent and without looking at Wu Liang, he couldn't tell that what they did yesterday was wrong, not when Wu Liang asked in such a cute and innocent way.

"What did young master Wu want to give me?" Meng Qian said to deviate on the matter. He finally looked at Wu Liang, only to look away again.

Wu Liang was wearing his school uniform, a button-down shirt with an oil blue jacket with the school crest embroidered with gold thread and a red tie, the dress pants clung to the young man's strong legs outlining beautifully. The button-down shirt seemed to suffer a little from the young master's strong body.

There really was a clear difference between frail youth and young martial cultivators, whether it was aura, intelligence, or strength. Of course, Wu Liang's case was special, as he trained at a very young age and that's why his body was so much bigger than most of the same age.

Martial training for most would start at age 15, whereas for traditional families in martial arts or ancient arts it would start at age 10 years. Wu Liang's case even started late compared to others of the same status as him.

Meng Qian's face began to heat up as he found himself thinking about the other person's body, adding that to what happened before, he just wanted the trip to end soon, so he could escape and take refuge in the piano practice rooms.

"The wrist device I ordered from Uncle Ya" Wu Liang said looking strangely at the blushing Meng Qian. He pulled a thin silver bracelet with a diagram out of his jacket pocket.

"Oh, thank you," Meng Qian said, looking at the bracelet, but he didn't take it.

"Let me put it on your wrist," Wu Liang said after waiting a bit, but it looked like the protagonist was a little "cold" too.

"No need, I put it myself," Meng Qian said hastily. He took the bracelet from Wu Liang's hand, feeling a little shocked when he accidentally touched Wu Liang's hand.

Meng Qian put on the bracelet, putting the information about him and the fingerprint. Now the bracelet can only be worn by him.

"Brother Meng, I ordered an ointment for Aunt Lee. I think you should use it. I saw you asked Aunt Lee for bandages... Was it because of yesterday?" Wu Liang asked looking at Meng Qian's face which turned slightly pale but red ears.

Meng Qian didn't speak, he tried to ignore it and took a deep breath. He didn't know what had changed in him, but something changed last night. Before when it was just sexual desire he didn't care after all it's something that if satisfied everything would be fine, he thought so.

However, yesterday he was having erratic thoughts that he belonged in that warm embrace and that everything was fine with that.

In short, the protagonist is in a panic.

Wu Liang sighed and didn't broach the subject further, he put the ointment in Meng Qian's bag. He pulled back a little so as not to make the protagonist nervous anymore. The glass that separated them from others continued.

After a while Meng Qian calmed down and thought he was an idiot for thinking too much, he glanced sideways at Wu Liang who looked very calm looking out the window.

"We have arrived"

Rong Xun's voice rang over the intercom inside the car, breaking the silence between the two young men. The flying car stopped and parked.

"Meng Qian" Wu Liang suddenly called. Meng Qian stopped with his hand on the car handle.

Meng Qian's body was hugged from behind by Wu Liang, which made Meng Qian froze for a moment.

"Meng Qian, did I do something wrong?" Wu Liang asked in Meng Qian's ear. His breath warms and his lips touching the sensitive ear, Meng Qian's heart sped up, and his ears turned red.

Wu Liang's scent was around him too along with his body heat, it made Meng Qian waver in his decision.

What if he gave in?

If he gave in just a little, would it be bad?

Meng Qian turned in Wu Liang's embrace and the two stared at each other for a while, their blue eyes showing a look of confusion and hurt.