What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: A Sleepless Night

“Wait wait wait—my bad, I remembered wrong! It’s the drawer next to that one!”

Song Cun called out, his face red as a tomato. The milk in his cup nearly spilled.

Qi Yan let out a soft laugh, folded the underwear neatly, and said, “It’s fine. Underwear needs to be packed too.”

He folded that pair, then pulled out another one from the drawer, folding it slowly and methodically, and then another…

Song Cun stared at those fair, long, slender hands with distinct joints, folding one pair of his boxers after another—and his face flushed so red it looked like it could bleed.

I’m packing my own luggage next time, no matter what!!

Just then, his agent messaged: they had arrived at the gate.

Qi Yan waited at the foyer and wrapped a scarf around Song Cun’s neck, reminding him that once he arrived in S City, he should wear an extra sweater, keep warm, avoid catching a cold, and try to eat hot meals…

Song Cun buried his chin into the scarf and mumbled through it,

“Got it, got it. Why do you sound like a nagging old lady?”

He grumbled on the surface, but warmth spread in his heart.

In over twenty years of living, it was the first time someone had stood at the door, seeing him off and reminding him to eat well and dress warmly.

Qi Yan stood at the entrance until Song Cun disappeared into the courtyard, then finally shut the door and quickly headed upstairs, watching as the car drove away.

…

By the time Song Cun arrived on set, it was already evening.

The crew arranged a nearby hotel for him so he could rest early before filming began the next morning.

But lying in the hotel’s king-sized bed, Song Cun couldn’t sleep.
Which was strange.

Over the years, because of work, he’d grown used to staying in hotels. He never had trouble falling asleep—not even when switching beds or cities.

Yet more than an hour later, his mind was still wide awake, and worse—it started replaying some rather indescribable scenes.

That chaotic night—he had touched Qi Yan’s cool fingertips, his fair and slender neck, the clean, sexy curve of his collarbones…
And this morning, that moment when they almost kissed.

Just thinking about it made his heart race all over again.

Song Cun buried himself under the blanket and rolled around in frustration.

Nope. No way.

What was he even thinking?!

He came here to avoid Qi Yan, so how did his mind keep drifting back to him again?

This has to be a side effect of heat, Song Cun told himself.

But deep down, he knew—Qi Yan hadn’t released any pheromones that day. He hadn’t induced anything using scent.

And Song Cun wasn’t currently in heat either.

Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, Song Cun picked up his phone. The screen was paused on his WeChat chat with Qi Yan.

The last message was from Qi Yan, wishing him good night.

It had been over two hours ago.

Scrolling up, there were several messages asking if he had arrived at the hotel, if he’d eaten, and other caring words.

Song Cun typed out two words: “Good night.”

His finger hovered over the send button for a long time—Then, one by one, he deleted the letters.

…

What Song Cun didn’t know was that the person on the other side of that chat was also sleepless tonight.

After finishing up in the study, it was already close to 11 PM. Qi Yan checked his phone—still no reply from Song Cun.

He’s probably already asleep.

He took a shower, and as he stepped out of the bathroom, he heard raindrops tapping against the window. His gaze fell on the rain-blurred glass.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then turned the doorknob and walked into the master bedroom.

Truth was, on several recent rainy nights, Qi Yan had quietly snuck into Song Cun’s room without him knowing.

The first time had also been a rainy night. Qi Yan had woken up to close his own window, then started wondering if Song Cun’s window had been left open too.

Not wanting to wake him, he didn’t knock. He pushed open the door and found Song Cun already asleep.

The room was softly lit by a warm floor lamp.

Qi Yan went to the window and gently closed the small crack it had been left open by. On the way out, he couldn’t help but stop by the bed to peek at the sleeping figure.

Song Cun was curled up on his side, fast asleep and quiet. His eyelids were thin and tightly closed, long lashes casting shadows. And in his mouth… was his pinky finger, which he was lightly sucking on every now and then.

Qi Yan had once thought that Song Cun only bit his finger when he was uncomfortable. He hadn’t known it was a sleep habit too.

He lifted his right hand and glanced down at his fingers. That strange, soft sensation still lingered faintly in his memory.

That night, he had been too concerned about Song Cun to think much of it. But afterward, the memory occasionally replayed in his mind—and he found himself… reliving it.

He sat down softly at the edge of the bed and watched Song Cun sleep for a long time.

Then a mischievous thought flashed through his head:

What if I let him bite my finger again?

Realizing he was even having that thought, Qi Yan startled himself.

God, what’s wrong with me? Am I some kind of pervert?!

Just as he was about to get up and leave, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky outside. Instinctively, Qi Yan cupped his hands over Song Cun’s ears.

A loud thunderclap followed.

Qi Yan felt nervous—what if Song Cun woke up and saw him sitting at his bedside in the middle of the night? Wouldn’t that scare him?

Fortunately, Song Cun didn’t stir.

Instead, he unconsciously rubbed his cheek against Qi Yan’s palm, like a docile kitten—and the sight nearly melted Qi Yan’s heart.

That’s when a greedy thought crept in.

Just lie down beside him for a little while… just a little while.

With his hands still gently cupping Song Cun’s ears, Qi Yan lay down face-to-face beside him.

The rain trickled steadily outside. Time passed in silence.

In that room, one person slept soundly, while the other’s heart beat like a drum.

Qi Yan kept pushing back his internal countdown:

Just five more minutes… okay, one more… just a bit longer…

Until finally, he told himself:

Enough. No more indulging.

He reluctantly tried to withdraw his hands from Song Cun’s face—only to have them caught.

His finger came away wet and sticky.

Song Cun was no longer sucking on his own pinky. His brows furrowed slightly as if displeased that Qi Yan was pulling away.

Qi Yan froze completely, afraid Song Cun would wake.

Then—Song Cun’s lips nudged against his finger.
And the next second—he bit down on Qi Yan’s index finger, still half-asleep.

Just like that, he settled again, and the tension in his brow disappeared.

Qi Yan didn’t dare move a muscle.

He held his breath, body as still as stone.

His pheromones began to quietly seep into the air—the crisp scent of cedarwood mingling with the sweet strawberry of Song Cun’s own.

The entire room filled with an intoxicating aroma.

And Song Cun? He slept even more soundly.

In his dream, he was eating a wonderfully flavored ice cream—his favorite kind.

It wasn’t until much later that night that Qi Yan quietly got up and returned to his own room. When Song Cun woke the next morning, he noticed nothing unusual.

In the days that followed, Qi Yan would quietly sneak into Song Cun’s bed each night after he had fallen asleep.

And just like a radar locking onto a familiar scent, Song Cun would instinctively snuggle into Qi Yan’s embrace—and then, in his dream, he’d once again be eating that favorite ice cream.

Right now, Qi Yan lay on Song Cun’s pillow, staring blankly at his right index finger.

So it turns out… he’d developed a habit too.

Those secretive nights, sneaking around like a thief—At first, it felt like he was the one soothing Song Cun to sleep.
But in reality… perhaps Song Cun was soothing him too.

Song Cun: So it was you, huh? Swapping out my pinky for your own finger. No wonder it felt off—I couldn’t sleep, hmph…

Qi Yan: Baby, please come home. I can’t sleep without you…