Don’t blame him!
Don’t blame him! Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“Immediately, in the next moment, Jiang Yi felt Yang Yunran embrace him, resting her face on his shoulder.

It wasn’t a deep hug, just lasting about four or five seconds. Jiang Yi clenched the empty mineral water bottle in his hand, his expression momentarily stunned.

“My body doesn’t smell good right now. I’ll take a shower later and then hug you.” Jiang Yi said that

because he couldn’t do more intimate things, his desire for holding hands and hugging was vividly expressed in Yang Yunran.

Jiang Yi found himself somewhat addicted to this…

Nearby classmates looked over at them, probably not expecting Evan to hug someone on the court. Yang Yunran stood in front of him, very close to him, looking up, “How long are you going to play?”

Jiang Yi glanced at his watch and said, “Usually until half past five, then I’m going to Paul’s house for dinner. Do you want to come?”

“Who is Paul? Is he a close friend of yours?”

“Not really.” Jiang Yi didn’t have very close friends, but his relationships with them weren’t bad, and he was somewhat detached from the crowd.

Yang Yunran agreed, and Jiang Yi played another round before going to shower. Introducing Yang Yunran to his classmates, saying he was his ‘boyfriend’.

Ken was the first to help Yang Yunran upstairs to call Jiang Yi that German guy.

Ken deliberately said to Jiang Yi, “Evan, isn’t this your younger brother?”

“He used to be my younger brother.” Jiang Yi explained, “But not in the blood relationship, Roy is my teacher’s nephew.”

When Jiang Yi was beside Yang Yunran, he didn’t notice, and a group of people went to the locker room. Yang Yunran couldn’t stand the strong smell of the boys!!

Yang Yunran didn’t plan to follow him, so Jiang Yi rushed to shower and rushed out.

So Jiang Yi only rinsed off for three minutes and came out. His short black hair was dripping wet, and he wiped it with a towel, looking very messy.

Jiang Yi’s skin was slightly red from exercise, wearing a loose and clean short-sleeved shirt, tall and with long legs. He walked up to Yang Yunran, “Now you can hug me.”

He wasn’t very proactive, but Yang Yunran always took the bait, unable to resist temptation, like a koala beside the ball machine outside the locker room, burying his face in Jiang Yi’s neck, smelling the clean but still faintly sweaty scent, and pulling him closer.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes, addicted but not saying anything, his palm wrapped around Yang Yunran’s waist, feeling Yang Yunran’s body temperature through the fabric of their clothes.

As other classmates came out, the two ended their hug. Jiang Yi carried his sports bag with one hand, and Yang Yunran hooked his finger with the other, heading towards the car.

As the sky darkened, Jiang Yi took him to a friend’s house for a gathering. Just like last time

“The atmosphere at the student party that Paul invited Yang Yunran to was completely different, with only about twelve or thirteen people attending. Bright lights illuminated homemade desserts like toast, sausage bacon, jam, and red wine, all prepared by Paul’s wife.

Although Paul was Jiang Yi’s classmate, he was already in his thirties and had bought a small house in Boston after getting married, where he lived with his four young children.

In the center of the living room were arranged a long sofa, single sofas, floor cushions, and dining chairs, just enough to accommodate everyone. Yang Yunran quickly ate a sandwich and squeezed onto a single sofa with Jiang Yi, sitting on the soft part while Jiang Yi half-sat on the armrest.

Because of their posture, Yang Yunran was in the upper position, holding Jiang Yi’s palm with one hand. He listened to his classmates telling jokes and discussing research topics that Yang Yunran couldn’t understand at all, such as “the social inequality issues possibly caused by non-biological transplants also need to be considered,” and “how these guidelines should balance the advancement of scientific research and ethical boundaries.”

This was already beyond Yang Yunran’s comprehension; a group of top scientists in life sciences were discussing their professional matters. Yang Yunran tried earnestly to understand while absentmindedly playing with Jiang Yi’s hand, caressing his palm along the contours of his clearly defined fingers, showing complete tenderness.

Jiang Yi never opposed him when Yang Yunran hooked their fingers or held hands, but he had objections to his teasing playfulness with his hands. So Jiang Yi stopped him, leaning down and lowering his voice, “Can you stop scratching?”

Yang Yunran tilted his head back and whispered near his ear, “Is your dinner party always like this?”

Jiang Yi replied, “Is it not fun?”

Yang Yunran said, “It’s quite fun, why aren’t you speaking? They’re all talking.”

Jiang Yi shook his head; he didn’t like speaking up or being the center of attention in a group. Unless it was an unavoidable situation like an academic conference.

Yang Yunran naturally assumed he wasn’t capable of speaking up, without considering it might be because of Jiang Yi’s personality.

Concerned that Yang Yunran might find it boring, Jiang Yi added, “There will be dancing and singing later, it’s about to start.”

Thirty minutes later, the conversation reached its climax, seemingly erupting into a small debate on research ethics. Jiang Yi spoke twice, and Yang Yunran noticed everyone stopped to listen to him. Jiang Yi spoke calmly, articulating his views, “…we need to establish a comprehensive ethical framework to guide research directions and applications.”

Then applause broke out around them.

Because of the many professional terms in their conversation, a series

He glanced at Jiang Yi through the crowd. The violin lay quietly on his shoulder, establishing a subtle connection between the player, bow, and strings.

Then someone started singing “Sweet Caroline.” Lively guitar and piano accompaniment followed suit, the lights dimmed, and in the now empty center of the living room, everyone danced with their wine glasses raised.

Yang Yunran quickly joined in, his eyes focused and intense, as if he could see the notes dancing in the air.

His fingers flowed over the fingerboard, from high to low notes, weaving a joyful melody like flowing water.

The slight curvature of his fingertips demonstrated his sensitive perception of the notes, as if each one was meticulously carved by his fingers.

Yang Yunran calmly navigated through the crowd to reach Jiang Yi’s side. When Jiang Yi looked over, Yang quickly moved away, his gaze lingering on him before retracting.

Jiang Yi had no musical talent and couldn’t sing. At times like these, he was no different from a mute person. Everyone else was singing and dancing, but he remained silent with closed lips, finding it uninteresting. In the past, he had nothing to do at gatherings, but today was different; he could watch his boyfriend.

Every joint of Yang Yunran’s fingers was flexible as he played, his entire posture resembling a piece of art.

It seemed in the darkened, high-ceilinged living room, only a spotlight was on Yang Yunran.

After two or three songs, everyone applauded and exclaimed, “Bravo!”

Yang Yunran set down the violin and politely bowed in thanks.

He returned to Jiang Yi’s side.

The music played on as Yang Yunran took Jiang Yi’s hand. “Come here.”

Jiang Yi replied, “I don’t know how.”

Yang Yunran raised an eyebrow. “You’re so good at sports, and you’re telling me you can’t dance? It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Haven’t you noticed they’re not that great either, but they’re all into it?”

Jiang Yi was forced into the dance floor with him. “I have to remind you, there are at least four people here who understand Chinese.”

Yang Yunran paused. “…”

He lowered his voice noticeably. “I wasn’t saying anything bad. Don’t scare me… You stepped on my foot, Evan…”

Jiang Yi apologized and turned his head away. “I told you, I can’t dance.”

“Then are you going to the dance party in your department?” Yang Yunran hugged his shoulders. “Just don’t step on me.”

Jiang Yi lowered his gaze, reluctantly swaying back and forth with him. “I said I wouldn’t go. Are you going with Jesse?”

“What are you thinking, bro? Why would I go to a dance party with Jesse?”

Jiang Yi asked, “Didn’t you

“Are you jealous of him?”

Yang Yunran saw Jiang Yi almost bumping into someone and swiftly pulled him into a spin, moving them both towards a corner. “I never promised him anything.”

Jiang Yi’s expression looked deeply serious, but his dark eyes sparkled. “Really? On the night of our date, I remember you mentioned being invited to our department’s dance party…”

“Come on, I didn’t even bring up your date with Emily, did I? What I meant was, Jesse mentioned there’s a party in your department. I wanted to go, and I wanted you to invite me as your dance partner,” Yang Yunran stared into Jiang Yi’s deep, dark eyes, “I’ve never promised Jesse anything. It’s just that I seem expendable in your eyes, which made me a bit annoyed. I thought it might make you mad, but you didn’t.”

So that’s how it was, but actually, it wasn’t as he said. Jiang Yi wasn’t not mad, he just didn’t realize it.

Jiang Yi looked at him steadily for ten seconds.

Yang Yunran said, “You stepped on my foot again, the third time!”

“Sorry…” Jiang Yi said, “I’ll learn properly.”

Yang Yunran stared at him. “What do you mean, learn properly to dance? Are you inviting me to the party?”

Jiang Yi nodded, lowering his head so his chin touched Yang Yunran’s forehead, smelling the faint scent of wine on his body. He said, “Yeah, I’m inviting you. Are you willing?”

“Of course… Ow,” Yang Yunran took a step back, “That’s the fourth time! I want to take off my shoes and dance on your feet, but that’s rude!”

After the dance, Paul and his family warmly invited Roy to come again, with Paul saying, “It’s the first time Evan’s brought a boyfriend, and your violin playing was simply fantastic!”

On the way back, Yang Yunran said to Jiang Yi, “Do you know why they have so many musical instruments at their house? Because one kid learns one, four kids learn four different ones, and Paul is self-teaching guitar.”

Jiang Yi asked, “I don’t know. How do you know?”

Yang Yunran replied, “I chatted with their kids!” Yang Yunran prefers children to adults.

Jiang Yi, his hands firm on the black steering wheel, asked, “Do you like children?”

Yang Yunran replied, “I’m all right with them. It depends on the kind of kid. I like well-behaved ones, and I don’t like those who make a lot of noise on the high-speed train.”

Jiang Yi asked, “Do you plan to have children?”

Yang Yunran replied, “No, how can I have them? Would you give birth or me?”

Jiang Yi didn’t originally mean this, but hearing him talk about male childbirth, he instinctively responded, “There’s a project for an artificial womb in our lab.”

Yang Yunran

Yang Yunran looked shocked.

Jiang Yi said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you’d give birth, or that I would. It’s just that there’s a project, it doesn’t require someone’s body to be involved in its development and progress. What I meant by asking was whether you like children, whether you would consider adoption in the future, or… marriage?”

“Marriage with a woman? Then wouldn’t I be a sham husband!”

Yang Yunran’s face was red from drinking, and he stared ahead, displeased. “Are you really so lacking in confidence in yourself? Do you think you and I will definitely split up, that I’ll be with someone else?

“Not what I meant.” Jiang Yi was driving.

This love affair was too fast for him, too sweet, and the constant feeling of being in love with each other was overwhelming him. Jiang Yi considered practical factors and searched Yang Yunran’s family on the internet.

He comes from a large family and is an only child, certainly under pressure from his family.

Jiang Yi said, “Do your parents know you’re gay?”

“They know some of it. But from communication, Yang Yunran found that the original owner was not pure 0, and had promised his father before 25 years old, would converge, and would marry and have children.

But what does this have to do with him? He is not Yang Liming’s own son.

So Yang Yunran said, “I make my own decisions on this matter, no one can control me. I want to be with you until the end of time, that’s until the end of time.

Provided there are no obstacles, Jiang Yi won’t betray him, and he’ll be able to cure his physical ailments smoothly…

About “until the end of time”, four words gave Jiang Yi a dream, Jiang Yi in his mind thought, to do the topic of non-biological transplants, to cure Yang Yunran’s eyes.

The topic of artificial uterus can also be followed up, like Paul’s family with four children, too noisy, two is good, a boy and a girl…

Jiang Yi drove to his home downstairs.

He and Yang Yunran had only been together for ten days, thinking about this seemed too fast.

Yang Yunran, who was unhappy because of Jiang Yi’s words, didn’t think to invite him in: “Thank you for taking me home, good night, I’m going home.”

“Have you walked the dog yet?” Jiang Yi followed him out.

Yang Yunran: “A classmate helped me walk it.”

Jiang Yi followed him into the elevator, and Yang Yunran said: “Why are you following me?”

Jiang Yi said, “To take you home.”

After arriving home, Yang Yunran looked up again and asked, “Aren’t you going home? It’s late.”

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Jiang Yi bent down and rubbed the dog, not looking up, only revealing his black hair top in front of him, lowly saying, “You said you’d teach me to dance, this time I’ll be careful not to step on you.”

Yang Yunran sat on a low stool ready to change shoes: “But you just stepped on me five times.”

“Sorry, does it still hurt?” Jiang Yi squatted down, and untied his sneakers, his big hand holding his ankle, gently helping him take off his shoes.

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