This is what I bought with you

The fact that a key was left in your pocket is not in itself surprising, it could have been put in your pocket after you opened the door.

But their house is a smart fingerprint lock, they don't need a key, and even if they did, the key should be in the pants pocket of the clothes they wear, not in the pocket of their pajamas.

Not to mention the fact that Ye Yao carries the key on his person.

This key has been with Ye Yao longer than he has been in contact with him.

Lu Xun grimaced, tossed the key to Ye Yao's side of the nightstand, and after a few minutes took the key back and stuffed it into Ye Yao's shirt pocket.

Given Ye Yao's character, this key probably corresponds to a lock that holds valuable company information, after all Ye Yao is such an honorable man.

Ye Yao can't find out that he's sneaking around with these things, or Ye Yao might get mad at him.

Sleeping on Ye Yao's pillow and holding Ye Yao's clothes, Lu Xun was in a state of anxiety.

He and Ye Yao have been friends for so many years that they've become involved in every aspect of each other's lives, and for Ye Yao, who is in his mid-thirties, that friendship may have turned into family.

The face of the more years of acquaintance the more familiar people, the more difficult to produce adoration. Because they know each other's roots and bases, there is no freshness, and there is no excitement of blushing heartbeat.

What can he do to turn his friendship with Ye Yao into love?

Holding Ye Yao's clothes in his arms, Lu Xun irritably rolled over to the side where he usually slept.

He hadn't been involved for over a decade, and he'd even become a secret collector of boring books like that.

The thought of that book Lu Xun was so upset that he got up from his bed and went out of his bedroom and went straight to his study, took the book out of the bookcase, went down to the hall, and handed the book to the housekeeping staff who were cleaning the house.

"Throw it away, as soon as possible." Lu Xun said in a cold voice.

"Okay Lu Dong, I'll hand in the garbage later and take it out for disposal." The housekeeper asks, "Do you have anything else to throw away?"

Lu Xun frowned.

When one cockroach is found in your home, there could be a thousand cockroaches in hidden corners.

In the same way that a book is hidden in the corner of his bookcase, it is just as likely that other hidden corners are hiding filthy, filthy things.

Letting the housekeeping crew get rid of the trash first, Lu Xun began rummaging through other hidden corners while Ye Yao was away.

Since Ye Yao doesn't go through his stuff without authorization, the suspicious item must be hidden in a space that belongs to him, not a shared space.

There are not many places in this house that belong to him alone and are not shared with Ye Yao.

Lu Xun came to the checkroom.

He owns a lot of private customized clothes because he has to attend all kinds of high-end occasions, and Ye Yao has just as many.

A tiny closet certainly won't hold all those clothes, so they have a big checkroom.

A part of the checkroom is cluttered with his and Ye Yao's clothes, which are fused together and have to be distinguished when it comes time to wear them.

In the other section, there was a separate section for Ye Yao's formal clothes on one end, and a separate section for his formal clothes on the other end, lest they actually wear the wrong clothes on important occasions.

This was his personal space, and he didn't believe Ye Yao would go through his side of the closet anyway.

Lu slowly pulled open the door of the corner closet, unnoticed by the previous him, and saw an assortment of neatly hung suit jackets and shirts, all looking untouched.

Lu Xun shifted his gaze downward to the neatly folded and arranged pants.

Without hesitation, he reached out and lifted the pile of finely fabricated pants.

The appearance of neatness and normalcy was destroyed, revealing the truth that lay beneath - amongst the pile of proper suit pants were several pairs of intimate apparel that didn't even look like they were his size!

Lu Xun's fists clenched in this instant, anger like burning his internal organs, he closed the closet fiercely with a bang.

Can't have it, all the clothes in here along with this closet, it's too dirty and disgusting.

Exactly what thoughts were based on to do such a thing he couldn't understand and never would.

A strong feeling of revulsion and nausea welled up, and Lu Xun took a deep breath and left the corner, coming to Ye Yao's closet.

He opened the door to Ye Yao's closet and peeked in to breathe in the scent of Ye Yao's clothes.

The strong feeling of nausea in his heart was gradually suppressed in such an aromatic package, Lu Xun tried to calm down.

He'd have to look elsewhere to see if there was the same disgusting stuff in other corners, and if there was, he'd have to clean up all of that crap and leave no one behind.

Taking Ye Yao's clothes and sucking on them a few times, Lu Xun returns from the checkroom to the bedroom.

The bedroom is the one he sleeps in with Ye Yao, and his personal space is equally scarce.

Lu Xun eyed the half of the bed that belonged to him.

He lifted the sheets and found no suspicious items. The mattress and pillows were lifted and again everything was normal.

Lu Xun quickly turned his attention to the nightstand.

It's 100% suspicious here, and the last time, he noticed this drawer was locked.

What reason would he have to lock the drawer where he lives with Ye Yao, with a clear conscience?

Lu Xun pulled the drawer again, and unsurprisingly did not pull it open. All the furniture and furnishings in their house are the best used, this nightstand also did not half cut corners, the wood is thick and hard, not ordinary can be opened by virtue of violence.

Lu Xun frowned deeply, he needed a key to this locked drawer.

Where could the key be hidden? Honestly, in all the time he's been here, he hasn't seen a key anywhere, and the last time he saw one was in Ye Yao's pocket--

Lu Xun stomped his eyes wide slightly, his thoughts pausing here for a moment as he jerked to his feet and quickly reached for Ye Yao's pajamas, pulling out the tiny key in his pocket.

If this key was really used to open his drawer, then why was it in Ye Yao's clothes?

Doubts surged in his mind, Lu Xun kept his hand on it and inserted the key into the keyhole.

It was tight, halfway decent, and unusually smooth.

...... He's about to see locked up secrets.

What will he see?

Group photos, cards sent to each other with that person, jewelry that that person wears close to their heart?

With this key on Ye Yao's person, is it possible that there is a mysterious gift there that Ye Yao wanted to give him, but just locked the drawer first when he saw that he was too injured to give a gift?

With a mixture of good and bad thoughts, Lu Xun slowly pulled open the drawer.

The second he saw what was inside, Lu Xun's face turned blue.

Intense nausea gripped him, more so than when he'd seen the scene in the closet earlier.

Why would such a thing be placed at the foot of the bed? Is it possible that when Ye Yao is not at home, the thirty year old calls that lover to his home and makes love in this bed that belongs to him and Ye Yao?

No wonder Ye Yao was so cold when he woke up and saw him for the first time. Ye Yao had already found out, so how could he still show him a good face?

It was years of friendship that made Ye Yao choose to be patient and tolerant, giving him a second chance, not even mentioning the incident to him in any way, and praising him at every turn to defend his image.

Lu Xun couldn't stand it any longer and pounded his fist on the solid wood hard headboard.

The pain in his hand did nothing to offset the anger in his heart, but instead made it worse.

The exclusive space that belonged to him and Ye Yao was just destroyed.

Now that it's like this, how can he pursue Ye Yao, who deserves the best, but he's not the best anymore?

Breathing heavy and gasping for air, these were things he could only accept to use with Ye Yao, but that was impossible.

Ye Yao, that kind of person, the pure white, flawless flower of the High Ridge, had nothing to do with such things, much less the use of so many tools that he couldn't even recognize what they were.

Not to mention the fact that Ye Yao is a straight guy, how could he possibly use something like this with him?

On what grounds?

*

Although Lu Xun's health checkup was fine, but considering that Lu Xun's brain is still not fully recovered, Ye Yao hurried back home after resolving his work issues as quickly as possible, putting off all kinds of invitations to dinner parties.

He had made the trip fairly quickly, and nothing should go wrong in this short time.

Ye Yao parks the car and enters the house.

The house was quiet, Lu Xun did not wait in the hall for his return. Ye Yao thought about it and went straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Maybe he's resting, after all, he's quite tired after a set of tests, and it's not unusual for him to have slept until now.

Ye Yao lightens his footsteps not to disturb Lu Xun's sleep, he walks to the front of the bedroom and sees that the bedroom door is half-covered.

Ye Yao half-sidled his head and looked in through the open crack - meeting eyes with Lu Xun, who had just walked up to the doorway with an expressionless face and grim eyes.

It was so sudden that Ye Yao was startled out of his wits and took a step back.

The door to the room was opened from the inside and Lu Xun grabbed him by the shoulders to steady him. Lu Xun's face was still extremely unattractive, but he still made an effort to ease up on him.

"Scared you?" Lu Xun's voice was deep.

"No." Ye Yao's line of sight shifted downward and saw Lu Xun carrying an opaque black bag in his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder, "What are you carrying?"

Lu Xun gave a laugh.

"I was going to take them to the door and wait for you, and throw them straight into the trash after I finished with you about this." Lu Xun said, "I didn't expect you to come back so early."

These words sounded strange everywhere, and Ye Yao's heart alarms were beating frantically, but on the surface, she still said to Lu Xun as usual, "What's going in the trash, isn't our bedroom always clean? There's no such a big bag of garbage."

Lu Xun looked at Ye Yao, he wanted to reach out and touch Ye Yao's cheek, but retracted halfway.

He didn't say anything more in the end, hanging his head and opening the bag in his hand at Ye Yao.

There's all sorts of dazzling stuff in there, and Ye Yao glances inside and feels like he's going to faint.

How did Lu Xun find out about this? Where did Lu Xun get the key?

Amnesia back to the age of eighteen, and actually comprehended the preference of smelling his clothes without a teacher?

"Disgusting? I feel disgusted too." Lu Xun said softly, "I don't want to speak for the old me, or help that me hide things, so I'll tell you all of these things."

Lu Xun closes the bag back up, "I'll take it to the dump and then we'll discuss what happens next."

Ye Yao has a splitting headache.

Throw it? Where to? He saw his and Lu Xun's wedding rings inside!

Ye Yao snatched the bag out of Lu Xun's hand, but now that Lu Xun had realized that he had bent it, Ye Yao took a deep breath and said the truth as softly as he could.

"There's no need to throw it away, everything in here, I bought with you."