A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 87 & 88

Chapter 87 &88

The steam escaping from the glass door vanished as the bathroom lights turned off, but the surge of heat still lingered like an invisible blanket, wrapping them in a wave of warmth.

"No need to be... so tense." Yu Qingyan paused, amused by Yang An's flustered reaction, and lazily explained, "They didn't quite fit. The waist wouldn't stay up, so I just didn't wear them."

After a moment, he added, "Besides, your T-shirt is long enough—it reaches my thighs."

Yu Qingyan's refined face was still damp from the bath, his pale lips tinged with a soft pink hue. His slender neck gleamed under the warm light, glowing with delicate radiance.

His damp hair clung to his shoulders, half resting against his back, half draped over his chest. Water droplets hung from the tips, and a portion of the white T-shirt had turned slightly transparent, revealing a faint hint of a flush underneath. Perhaps due to his long-term suffering from illness, Yu Qingyan's body, unlike most Alphas, wasn't particularly muscular but rather more slender and delicate.

Although his proportions were elegant, his frame was slightly smaller, giving him a tall, slender appearance. As a result, wearing Yang An's T-shirt made the collar fall loose, exposing a large portion of his collarbone. The shirt's length covered half of his thighs, making the whole outfit look oversized and baggy.

Yang An stood frozen, unable to move. When Yu Qingyan wheeled himself closer, he instinctively took a step back.

Yu Qingyan's smile deepened, and with a flick of his hand, he tossed the black shorts back at the beta, playfully saying, "Why are you backing away? There's nowhere on me you haven't touched. Is this really something to be shy about?"

Yang An: "..." Damn! He didn't even know why, but his legs kept retreating on their own, almost as if bewitched.

"Ahem, no, I..." He coughed lightly, his back pressed against the cold wall. "I don't know either."

"Well, if it's not right, it's not right. I can find you another one—"

"No need to find another, this will do." Yu Qingyan said calmly. "This T-shirt is pretty long—it goes down to my thighs, just like shorts."

"Oh, right." Yang An awkwardly touched his nose. "It's just that this style is... uh... a bit special."

It's similar to what Earth calls "oversized"—a style that emphasizes looseness, casualness, and comfort.

Yu Qingyan nodded knowingly. "Seems like I'm really getting old, I don't understand these trends you young people are into."

Hearing that, Yang An felt a bit flustered. He hurried forward, scooping Yu Qingyan up in his arms, one hand supporting his back and the other resting on his thighs. He kissed Yu Qingyan's face, which had turned a misty pink from the heat, and whispered, "Who says that? Qingyan, you're not old at all."

Yu Qingyan's body stiffened slightly. Beta's actions were swift and smooth, leaving him no time to react. His sturdy arms firmly held his thighs, and the warmth of his palms pressed against his back. Even through the thin layer of fabric, an indescribable ticklish sensation spread, like a small current of electricity tingling through his nerves.

In reality, he was far less calm than he appeared, anxiously worrying if Yang An's gaze would linger around his legs, perhaps finding them displeasing or unattractive. But...

Yang An only blushed and carefully placed him on the bed, quickly drying his hair and gently covering him with the blanket, while murmuring, "Even though the temperature control is on, you still need to keep warm..."