Chapter 195 Day 27 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 195: Day 27 in the Fake Young Master Novel

Yan Hui pulled his tongue back, instinctively licked the corner of his mouth, then gave it a soft bite with his teeth, as if savoring the fleeting sensation and taste. His eyes darkened, and he chuckled, his voice low and husky, full of magnetism: "Baby, you know what you just did was so sweet..."

He might have been talking about the sauce, or maybe the person.

An Yi turned off the faucet, grabbed a paper towel and leisurely dried his hands.

Hearing this, he glanced up at Yan Hui indifferently, then flicked his wrist. A few drops of cold water that hadn't been wiped off flew onto Yan Hui's face and neck, a few landing on his pricey silk shirt, leaving dark water marks that spread out.

Yan Hui flinched at the sudden cold, then laughed softly, his chest rumbling with playful indulgence.

He looked down at the little dish of red wine sauce still in his hand, and said with exaggerated regret: "Looks like I'll have to make a new batch."

He raised the dish, shaking it as if displaying a treasure, his gaze teasingly fixed on An Yi: "If it wouldn't go bad and start stinking, I'd totally frame it—this thing's a lucky charm!"

An Yi: "..."

An Yi chose to ignore his constant stream of cheesy lines.

Yan Hui winked at him—an extra-electric one.

Comments section:

"Yosh~~"

"Lick lick, hehe, lick his hand~~"

"@Author, more of this kind of plot, please!! Love it!"

"Red is destruction, orange is anger, purple is mystery, blue is indifference, white is nothingness, black is gloom, green is your rival's husband, yellow is 'love to see!'"

"That day, the bright red sauce accidentally spilled on An Yi's collar! His snow-white skin was stained with blood-red sauce! Yan Hui immediately showed a wolfish expression! He let out an 'aroo' and pounced, licking and licking! An Yi's face turned as red as an apple, steam rising from his head! Choo choo~ A little train went by~~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Sorry teacher, what you wrote gives me no desire to read. (Meh.jpg)"

"A fairy tale? Interesting, huh."

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Yan Hui, you did well this time, worth praising! (Thumbs up)"

"?? Is the commenter above some kind of manager?"

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An Yi: "..."

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Dinner was finally served, dish after dish.

The food was exquisitely plated, with a perfect blend of color, aroma, and taste, clearly made with great effort.

At the center of the table sat a small, delicate birthday cake. Its pure white cream base was adorned with simple yet mysterious star patterns, with "stars" scattered across it, sprinkled with edible silver powder.

The design was identical to the starry sky on the ring that An Yi had once rejected.

The cake had number candles inserted, their warm yellow flames gently flickering in the air, reflecting in An Yi's calm eyes.

"Did you... make this yourself?" An Yi looked at the clearly handmade cake, his tone carrying a hint of confirmation.

"Of course!" Yan Hui's tone held a touch of pride as he walked over to him, lowering his voice to a whisper right by his ear: "I failed seven or eight times, this one turned out best. Happy birthday, baby."

An Yi looked at the flickering flames, symbols of new beginnings and wishes, then at the meticulously painted "starry sky" on the cake—his own—and fell silent for a few seconds.

His long lashes cast a quiet shadow under his eyes. He leaned forward slightly and gently blew out the candles.

A thin wisp of smoke rose, carrying the faint scent of wax.

"Did you make a wish?" Yan Hui asked.

An Yi straightened up, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his lips: "Wishes don't come true if you say 'em aloud."

The two sat down at the table.

Yan Hui untied his apron, his gaze fixed on An Yi as he picked up his chopsticks and took the first bite of the dishes he'd personally cooked.

"How is it?"

He asked with a grin: "Did I mess up? Am I qualified to bring you meals from now on?"

An Yi chewed slowly, then looked at Yan Hui and gave a pretty high compliment: "Delicious."

After dinner, Yan Hui led An Yi through the living room to the spacious lakeside terrace outside the villa.

Night had fully fallen. The deep blue sky was like the finest velvet, studded with sparkling stars like diamond chips.

Without the interference of city light pollution, the stars were exceptionally clear and brilliant.

Their light quietly reflected on the still surface of the lake below, where water and sky met, making it look like there were two vast, symmetrical skies—one in the heavens, one in the water—breathtakingly beautiful.

The evening breeze, carrying the coolness of the lake, gently brushed past, completely dispelling the last traces of summer's heat and stickiness, leaving only freshness and tranquility.

"Close your eyes." Yan Hui stood behind An Yi, his hands resting gently on his shoulders. His voice, in the quiet night, was unusually deep and magnetic, almost hypnotic.

An Yi tilted his head slightly and glanced back at him, his eyes even clearer and brighter under the starlight, holding a hint of inquiry.

Yan Hui leaned in, almost tucking his chin into An Yi's shoulder, and whispered in a coaxing, breathy voice: "Please~ There's really a surprise, I swear I'm not lying."

An Yi looked at his face right in front of him, and complied, slowly closing his eyes.

His long, thick lashes, like two small fans, cast a soft shadow on his fair eyelids.

Yan Hui watched him with his eyes closed, his heart felt like something had gently bumped into it, melted into a puddle.

He took a deep breath and tried to move as quietly as possible.

A moment later, An Yi heard faint sounds of metal friction and adjustments, followed by Yan Hui approaching again, his warm breath brushing against his ear: "Alright, you can open your eyes now."

An Yi slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a professional-looking telescope that had been set up, its lens pointing straight at the deep night sky.

A hint of genuine surprise flickered in An Yi's eyes. He turned his head to look at Yan Hui in confusion, silently asking what this meant.

Yan Hui walked over to the telescope and gestured for An Yi to come closer: "Take a look. I'll show you."

An Yi stepped forward, bent slightly, and brought his eye to the eyepiece.

In his field of vision was an enlarged, even more brilliant and dense starry sky.

Yan Hui carefully adjusted the angle beside him and whispered instructions, "Look over there, pay attention to that moving point of light..."

An Yi focused his gaze, and as the countless stars faded into the background, all that remained was a tiny point of light that seemed to be moving slowly. Lonely and stubborn, it drifted along its own trajectory through the boundless cosmos.

"This is..." An Yi raised his head and looked at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui stood beside him, gazing up at the starry sky together with him, his voice clear and gentle on the night breeze: "This is an asteroid recently discovered by astronomers. Its orbit is a bit unusual, and it hasn't been officially named yet."

He paused, then turned his gaze from the stars to meet An Yi's eyes: "I bought it."

He picked up a velvet-covered certificate box sitting on a small table nearby, opened it, revealing a certificate stamped with an official institution's seal.

He handed it to An Yi.

"I named it after you."

Yan Hui said: "'An Yi Star'—from now on, that's its name in the universe. This is your birthday gift."