What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Can It Still Be a Pure ‘Friendship of the Lips’?

“Something you have is poking me.”

The memory of him straddling Qi Yan’s legs last night suddenly exploded in Song Cun’s mind!

Oh, my God!

What was I even saying?!

I even tried to unbuckle Qi Yan’s belt…

He had a low tolerance for alcohol and would occasionally have drinking blackouts. But why didn’t he have a complete blackout? Why did he have to remember just this moment?

Ahhhhhhh!

Someone please beam me up from Mother Earth!

Song Cun closed his eyes and moved away, silently turning his face to the side… With his round head turned away from Qi Yan, all that was visible was his unnaturally red neck and one flushed ear.

The room was eerily silent. Qi Yan didn’t make a sound or continue the massage. Song Cun didn’t dare to speak, holding his breath and playing dead. He didn’t know how long the silence lasted, but it felt like a few centuries.

Only when his stunned brain started to slowly work again did Song Cun open his mouth, pretending nothing had happened.

“Th-that… last night… how did you know I was at the bar?”

He remembered not telling Qi Yan where he was going. He had thought he would just listen to Lin Wan complain and come back soon, especially since they were planning the temporary mark last night. He didn’t expect to get drunk, too. His mind couldn’t remember what happened later, only that Lin Wan seemed to be talking to someone and was then taken away, and then he was sitting on Qi Yan…

“Your friend’s brother seems to be a friend of mine. He was the one who told me to come.” Qi Yan’s voice came from the side.

Song Cun was currently unable to think. He just felt like Qi Yan was saying some kind of tongue twister about “your friend and my friend,” which made him even dizzier. So he didn’t think too much about why Qi Yan’s friend would know him, or why he would inform Qi Yan to come pick him up.

“Oh…” Song Cun subconsciously replied.

It was quiet again.

“Are you hungry?”

This time, Qi Yan found a new topic.

“I’ll go get you a bowl of porridge. Your stomach will feel better after a hangover.”

“Mm…” Song Cun mumbled, but his body didn’t move. Then he felt a pair of hands gently lift his stiff head and place it on a pillow. Song Cun didn’t open his eyes. He felt a corner of the mattress gently rebound, and a blanket was put back on him. Then came the sound of slippers shuffling.

Qi Yan got off the bed and walked to the door, but suddenly, he heard Song Cun call out to him.

“Qi Yan…”

Qi Yan turned around and saw Song Cun hiding under the blanket, with only half of his head peeking out. Song Cun looked at Qi Yan for a moment, then quickly lowered his eyes, saying, “I’ll just come down to drink it myself after I wash up.”

Qi Yan’s voice was still very gentle. “Okay, just be careful not to burn yourself.”

Qi Yan didn’t go downstairs. Half a minute later, Song Cun heard the sound of a shower running in the next bathroom.

Song Cun’s ears were burning. He pulled the blanket over his entire head. The sound of his rapid heartbeat hammered in his eardrums.

Just from an unintentional touch, he would react like that…?

He remembered how, during their “kissing practice” every night, Qi Yan would hold him very tightly but seemed to deliberately keep a distance with his lower body. Sometimes, when he was half-asleep, he would hear the sound of the shower and think he was dreaming.

His cheeks grew even hotter. Song Cun put the back of his hand on his face to try to cool it down. All sorts of random thoughts flashed through his mind.

Song Cun bit his lip.

He and Qi Yan, could they still have a pure “friendship of the lips” in the future?