What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Are you ready? Give it a try…

The head of the CP fan club, 2099, sneakily made its way into the living room.

While wiping the table, it secretly peeked at the two people on the sofa.

“Oh my god, they’re kissing again! They’re kissing again!”

2099 covered its eyes, so excited that the rag in its hand flew away.

Although it had recently caught the two of them smooching everywhere!

The kitchen, the balcony, the garden, the living room, the study…

Every time it happened, 2099 got excited!

Is the CP I ship finally getting somewhere?

All my painstaking efforts to create opportunities for them were not in vain!

Is it easy being a robot?!

However, Song Cun’s change was so abnormal. Was this really the aloof and distant tsundere who kept people at arm’s length?

After its initial excitement, 2099 suddenly suspected that it was infected with a virus. It immediately contacted Bai Yu, who was involved in its development and creation.

“2099: My dearest ex-owner, save me, save me!! I think I’m infected with a love-brain virus or something. For example, I keep seeing the owner and the little owner kissing. Is there any hope for me?”

“Bai Yu: My dear 2099, first, the term ‘ex’ isn’t used like that. Please add the word ‘owner’ after it. Second, there is no such thing as a love-brain virus. Third, I really want to see them kiss. Can you take a picture for me? Pervy Pervy Pervy.JPG”

“2099: My dearest ex-owner, to repay you for your remote diagnosis, I can provide one free photo of them kissing. Please do not share it!”

Snap—

The sudden camera flash interrupted the two people kissing.

Song Cun and Qi Yan simultaneously looked at 2099, which was hiding behind the dining table and peeking out.

2099, who had forgotten to turn off the flash, showed a polite yet awkward smile. “What a beautiful day, hahaha…”

It turned its head 180 degrees and pretended to be nonchalant as it left the living room.

“Bai Yu: I hate pixelation!”

“Bai Yu: When I get back to the country, I have to see it live!!”

…

Ever since 2099 had soaked the duvet for two days in a row, forcing Qi Yan to share a bed with him, Song Cun had come to terms with his habit of sleeping with his finger in his mouth.

Anyway, Qi Yan must have discovered it long ago.

And he wasn’t mocked or laughed at.

He also found that with Qi Yan sleeping next to him, his sleep seemed to have improved.

Oh, and most importantly—

He had to complete a temporary mark before joining the film crew, so he had to seize every available moment to “practice” kissing with Qi Yan.

In conclusion, Qi Yan logically moved into the master bedroom.

Every night before bed, “practicing” kissing was a mandatory assignment.

Qi Yan would always pay attention to Song Cun’s expression. When he noticed that his excessive pheromones were too much for Song Cun to handle, he would stop in time and continue after Song Cun had recovered.

Most of the time, Song Cun would fall asleep while they were kissing.

But because he was so career-driven, even in his sleep, he was thinking about accumulating “marking points.”

He no longer sucked his finger but would instead nuzzle Qi Yan’s lips.

Qi Yan would often be woken up by him nuzzling.

He would open his eyes to see Song Cun lying on top of him, his lips pressed against Qi Yan’s. He would move slightly, murmuring in his sleep, “Is it okay now… Have you had enough kisses…”

How can he be so adorable?

Qi Yan kissed him back. “Not enough. I can never have enough kisses.”

“…Still not enough…” Song Cun closed his eyes and frowned, his groggy mind seemingly struggling to think. Then, of his own accord, he pressed his lips against Qi Yan’s again and nuzzled him.

Qi Yan’s heart completely melted. He dotingly held Song Cun even tighter.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, having a blissful night’s sleep.

…

The day to join the crew was getting closer.

One afternoon, under the rose-covered trellis in the back garden, the reflection of the two of them kissing was mirrored in the pool.

“Are you ready…”

Song Cun leaned against the trellis, weakly clutching the front of Qi Yan’s shirt, panting softly in his arms.

“I think… you’re already… controlling it very well now…”

He was becoming more and more sensitive to Qi Yan’s pheromones, and it seemed he was also becoming more and more desirous of Qi Yan’s mark.

Of course, a sliver of rationality still remained; all he wanted was a temporary mark.

Qi Yan’s long and powerful arm supported Song Cun’s waist with one hand to prevent him from slipping down.

He gently wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingertip, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Cun Cun, I’m afraid you still can’t handle it…”

The biological instinct was overwhelming, but his love for Song Cun held him back.

Song Cun hooked his arms around Qi Yan’s neck and looked up at him. Those clear eyes were wet, and the tear mole was captivating.

“Give it a try…”