What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Can You Give Me a Little Response

Song Cun leaned in, his lips gently brushing against his own thumb. He didn’t pull away immediately. Tilting his head slightly, he looked up at Qi Yan, his voice a little husky:

“And then… like this…”

Ambiguity bloomed in the tight confines of the car.

Qi Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. At that moment, the corners of Song Cun’s eyes flushed red, and the small mole under his right eyelid looked even more vivid.

“Cun Cun…” Qi Yan covered the back of Song Cun’s hand, his voice hoarse.
“If you don’t dislike me… could you give me a little response?”

Qi Yan gently held Song Cun’s hand and slowly moved the thumb away from his lips.

He moved very slowly, giving Song Cun plenty of time to react. But Song Cun neither dodged nor pushed him away. He let Qi Yan remove the thumb resting between their lips—and then their lips met.

It was their first kiss while both were completely sober.

The kiss wasn’t deep, just lingering on the surface of their lips, but both were fully immersed in it.

Song Cun closed his eyes slightly, quietly savoring the tender touch of Qi Yan. Their breathing grew heavier. Qi Yan held the back of Song Cun’s head with one hand, and wrapped the other arm around his waist.

Song Cun instinctively wrapped his arms around Qi Yan’s neck…

…

They didn’t know how long they kissed before finally parting.

The very first thing Song Cun did upon entering the restaurant was rush to the restroom to splash his face with cold water—trying to calm down.

But when he saw his slightly swollen and red lips in the mirror, calming down became very difficult.

He had taken this acting job in part to clear his mind, but somehow, he ended up kissing Qi Yan just now.

While sober.

Unaffected by pheromones.

Completely unplanned, completely involuntary.

They kissed for a long time.

They were really into it.

And he had wrapped his arms around Qi Yan’s neck.

What the hell!!

Song Cun tried to cool down his burning face with the back of his hand.

Only when his face looked less red did he fix his slightly messy hair and step out of the restroom.

That’s when Song Cun realized—it was a very fancy Western restaurant. Under the soft white candlelight, Qi Yan was smiling warmly at him.

Roses, candlelight dinner, kissing… they had unlocked the full romantic couple date combo.

With an odd feeling in his chest, Song Cun walked over to the table and sat down across from Qi Yan.

A smiling waiter came by to take their order. Song Cun, plagued by indecision, just let Qi Yan order for him.

In that moment, he found himself thinking: when it came to meals, he and Qi Yan were surprisingly in sync. At home, Qi Yan always cooked his favorite dishes, and even the things he ordered outside suited his taste.

After the waiter left, Qi Yan looked at him and said:

“This is our first meal together outside the house. It’s a little last-minute, I hope you don’t mind.”

Snapping out of his thoughts, Song Cun looked up—and saw that Qi Yan’s lips were redder than usual.

His eyes had nowhere to land, so he dropped his gaze and pretended to look at his phone.

“I don’t mind.”

After finishing that awkward candlelight dinner,
On the way home, Song Cun shamelessly crawled into the backseat—letting Qi Yan play chauffeur.

He closed his eyes, pretending to nap. The car was quiet.

Qi Yan thought he was asleep. When they arrived at the villa, Qi Yan was just about to turn around and wake him—only to see Song Cun already getting up and opening the back door.

Qi Yan got out of the car, only to find Song Cun dashing away like a rabbit. A few rose petals had even fallen to the ground in his hurry.

…

“Welcome home～”

2099 buzzed around Song Cun, eyes practically sparkling with pink bubbles.

“Master has never given roses to anyone before. You’re the first, young master!”

“You’re too loud.”
Song Cun set the roses down on the kitchen island and poured himself a glass of water.

But 2099 was still lost in its love-drunk haze.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, did Master confess to you?! Did you two kiss?!”

Pfft—Song Cun choked on his water and coughed violently.

“Cough—cough—”

Right at that moment, Qi Yan came in through the door.

“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t even stop to change shoes—rushing over to pat Song Cun’s back.

Song Cun waved him off with one hand, face bright red, and dashed up the stairs. The next second, the bedroom door slammed shut.

Qi Yan stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at 2099.

“You provoked him again?”

2099 looked bashful.

“I just asked if they kissed. Didn’t think the young master was so shy, hehe.”

Qi Yan rubbed his brow helplessly. For the first time, he seriously considered sending 2099 back to its original owner.

Suddenly, the door upstairs swung open, followed by footsteps.

Song Cun walked to the top of the stairs and called down:

“Where are my bedsheets and blanket?”

Qi Yan looked toward 2099 in confusion.

2099 sheepishly scratched its head and smiled guiltily.

“It was sunny this morning, so I thought I’d help the young master air out the bedding… but I forgot to bring it in when it rained this afternoon… I was watching a K-drama and got distracted… hehe…”

2099 added with a coy gesture, twiddling its fingers together:

“So, the young master might have to sleep in Master’s bedroom tonight, ohoho~!”

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Author’s note:
2099: That K-drama better have been worth it!