What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: You’re So Naughty, Cun Cun

Qi Yan held down Song Cun’s mischievous hand. His jawline tensed and his throat bobbed as his voice grew husky.

“Cun Cun, you can’t…”

It wasn’t a belt that was poking him. If Song Cun kept touching, something was going to happen.

Song Cun’s hand was held down. He looked up at Qi Yan, his eyes teary and bewildered, but his expression was very wronged. Qi Yan had always given him whatever he wanted, spoiling him endlessly, and now he was saying “no.”

Song Cun stared at Qi Yan with a wronged expression. “Why not?”

Feeling like Song Cun was about to cry, Qi Yan quickly coaxed him. “I was wrong, there is no ‘can’t’… Let’s just go home first, okay?”

“Then it’s okay once we get home?” Song Cun’s eyes were innocent and naive.

Even though he knew Song Cun’s behavior was because he was drunk, Qi Yan’s heart was stirred. He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. “Yes, once we’re home, you can do whatever you want…”

Qi Yan still spoils me, Song Cun thought woozily.

He curved his lips into a smile and wrapped his arms around Qi Yan’s neck. “Then let’s go home quickly.”

Seeing his smile, Qi Yan couldn’t help but kiss his lips, but it was a fleeting peck, and he quickly pulled away.

He asked, “Can Cun Cun still walk?”

Song Cun tilted his head and rested it on Qi Yan’s shoulder. “Qi Yan, I feel dizzy…”

It meant he wanted to be carried.

Qi Yan laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “Is Cun Cun being clingy?”

Song Cun didn’t answer. He just burrowed into Qi Yan’s shoulder, feeling his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his lips as if to say something, but ultimately just fell asleep.

All this time, just from their “kissing practice,” Qi Yan didn’t know how many cold showers he’d taken in the middle of the night. And this person in his arms always teased him and then fell asleep.

Qi Yan held Song Cun, his fingertips gently pinching the soft skin on the back of his neck. He whispered close to Song Cun’s ear.

“You’re so naughty, Cun Cun.”

…

The next day, Song Cun woke up in the villa room with a throbbing head. A hangover was truly awful. Song Cun rubbed his temples, feeling like the smell of alcohol hadn’t fully dissipated.

“Cun Cun, you’re awake?” Qi Yan came in with a cup of warm water.

“…Mm.” Song Cun’s voice was slightly hoarse.

“Feeling sick? Drink some water first.” Qi Yan sat on the edge of the bed.

Song Cun nodded. He was about to sit up, but Qi Yan told him to lie down and put a straw in the glass for him. Song Cun drank through the straw, and the transparent cup was quickly empty.

“Want more?” Qi Yan asked.

Song Cun shook his head. His throat felt much better after the warm water.

Qi Yan put the cup down, but didn’t leave. His long, slender fingers were placed on Song Cun’s temples to massage them.

“Is this pressure okay?”

Song Cun’s eyes were closed, but instead of answering, he said, “Qi Yan, you’re so good.” He was so good that Song Cun would likely feel jealous if he was so good to anyone else.

Qi Yan’s massaging fingertips paused for a moment, then continued. “I told you I’d make sure you were happy and joyful.”

Hearing this, Song Cun vaguely remembered the first day he and Qi Yan returned to the villa. He had thrown a big tantrum, saying he wasn’t willing to accept his affection. At that time, Qi Yan had guiltily apologized, saying he just wanted him to be happy here. Qi Yan had said it, and he had done it.

He had truly been trying to make him happy and joyful, even though their relationship had undergone a subtle change. For example, they started sleeping in the same room, kissing, and hugging. Although these intimate actions were done under the name of “practice,” both of them knew there was a mix of genuine feeling and uncontrollable impulse. They just had an unspoken agreement not to acknowledge it out loud.

Qi Yan understood his sensitivity. He gave him an absolute sense of security. He only expressed his own affection and never asked about Song Cun’s feelings for him.

Song Cun opened his eyes, just in time to meet Qi Yan’s gaze. Qi Yan’s expression was as gentle as it was when they first met.

“What’s wrong? Still not feeling well?” Qi Yan’s handsome brows furrowed slightly. “Should I call a family doctor?”

Song Cun shook his head and reached out to pull back the blanket. “I want to rest my head on your lap for the massage. Is that okay?” In reality, he just wanted to hug Qi Yan again, but he was too embarrassed to say it. He had just woken up, so his voice was a bit nasally, sounding clingy, which hit Qi Yan’s bullseye.

Of course it was okay. He would give him his life if he asked for it.

Qi Yan got on the bed and placed Song Cun’s head on his lap, then continued the massage. The familiar faint scent of cedar filled Song Cun’s senses. He comfortably burrowed his head in, unintentionally rubbing against Qi Yan. The rubbing made Qi Yan stiffen for a moment, and his massaging hands paused.

The culprit, however, looked up, asking innocently, “What’s wrong? Are your hands tired?”

“No.” Qi Yan swallowed hard and continued massaging.

“Oh.” Song Cun felt at ease and closed his eyes, continuing to enjoy Qi Yan’s massage. The pressure was perfect. It was so comfortable that Song Cun took an inch and asked for a foot, burrowing into Qi Yan’s arms even more.

In one particular moment, Qi Yan’s hand suddenly shook. At the same time, Song Cun’s eyes snapped open. He blushed and stiffly moved away.

He had felt Qi Yan’s strange reaction…