What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Cun Cun, Do You Want to Continue…?

After his shower, Song Cun realized he had forgotten to bring his pajamas in. He put on his bathrobe, and when he walked out, he saw a set of cartoon pajamas neatly folded on a hanger. Song Cun paused for a moment and then put them on. It wasn’t the first time he’d worn cartoon pajamas in front of Qi Yan, anyway.

When he left the bathroom, he didn’t see Qi Yan, so he put on his slippers and went to the study. Sure enough, through the crack of the ajar door, he saw Qi Yan sitting at his desk. His gaze was unfocused, and his expression was serious. He rarely saw Qi Yan look like this. In front of him, Qi Yan was always so gentle.

Song Cun thought he might be dealing with a complex project issue, so he decided not to disturb him. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he couldn’t help but sneeze.

“Achoo—”

Qi Yan was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound at the door. He called out to Song Cun before he could leave. “Cun Cun.”

As he spoke, he was already on his feet, walking to the door. Qi Yan opened the study door and embraced Song Cun from behind before he could slip away. Song Cun’s back stiffened. He hadn’t expected Qi Yan to suddenly hug him.

“Wha… what’s wrong?”

Qi Yan didn’t say anything. After holding him for a few seconds, he finally spoke. “Why are you out here in your pajamas?”

His warm breath tickled Song Cun’s neck. He swallowed, smelling the faint scent of cedar. “I was thirsty. I wanted to get some water.”

He was suddenly lifted into the air. Qi Yan carried him into the master bedroom, laid him on the bed, and tucked him in. “Don’t catch a cold. I’ll get you water.”

A moment later, Qi Yan came back with a glass of water. He handed it to Song Cun. “It’s warm. The temperature is just right.” Song Cun, propped up, took the glass and quickly drank most of it. He really was thirsty.

“Want more?” Qi Yan naturally took the glass from him. Song Cun shook his head. “I’m sleepy. I want to go to bed.” His emotions had been on a roller coaster tonight, so he was feeling drowsy.

“Okay.” Qi Yan re-tucked the blanket around him and turned off the main lights, leaving only the floor lamp on. Song Cun lay on the bed, eyes closed, thinking he would fall asleep quickly. It wasn’t until Qi Yan had showered and gotten into bed that Song Cun became more awake.

Seeing his eyelashes trembling and his eyes half-open, Qi Yan turned on his side and asked softly near his ear, “Can’t sleep?”

Song Cun nodded.

He closed his eyes, and what came to his mind was a flickering red cigarette ember, then a pitch-black basement, then the humiliation of his hand being pressed down and stepped on… It had been a long time since this happened. Song Cun had spent a long time trying to forget those bad memories and traumas. He thought he had mostly forgotten. But every time he saw Song Huai’s disgusting face, they came back, again and again. Even though he was no longer weak after he became an adult, and no longer let Song Huai bully him, and was even able to fight back, some traumas, once they’re left, are irreversible.

“Want to be held?” Qi Yan watched Song Cun’s expression and asked gently.

Song Cun nodded, and before Qi Yan could move closer, he actively moved toward him. Qi Yan re-tucked the blanket behind Song Cun to keep out the cold. Song Cun buried his head in Qi Yan’s warm, solid chest. That sense of security gradually took over. Their warm breaths mingled between them, their body heat separated by only one layer of pajamas. The cedar and strawberry pheromones they unconsciously emitted silently mingled, as if it had become an instinct.

Even though they hadn’t done anything, both of their breaths were a little ragged. In the silence, Song Cun was the first to speak, his muffled voice seeming to come from Qi Yan’s chest.

“Should we kiss tonight?”

He wasn’t asking for “kissing practice,” but for “kissing.” After Song Cun spoke, Qi Yan was silent. Song Cun moved his head away from Qi Yan’s chest, a little embarrassed and annoyed, and tried to turn his back to him.

“If you don’t want to, forget it.”

Qi Yan held Song Cun still, one hand rubbing his slightly hot earlobe. His voice was hoarse as he said, “I want to. I really want to.” The floor lamp was dim, but the deep desire in Qi Yan’s eyes was clearly reflected in Song Cun’s. Song Cun’s lips parted slightly, and before he could react, Qi Yan kissed him.

Tonight, Qi Yan’s kiss was still gentle, but it carried a much more intense feeling than before, a feeling Song Cun couldn’t quite describe. Song Cun was almost breathless from the kiss. During a moment of panting, Song Cun suddenly flipped over, pinning Qi Yan down. Qi Yan let him, curving his lips as he held the back of Song Cun’s head, tilting up to continue their kiss. Their breaths were ragged, and their body temperatures rose quickly. Their bodies were pressed together perfectly, and they could both feel the other’s arousal and desire.

Even at a moment like this, Qi Yan still restrained himself and asked for Song Cun’s consent. His voice was very sexy and hoarse.

“Cun Cun, do you want to continue…?”

Song Cun didn’t answer with words. He kissed Qi Yan’s clearly moving Adam’s apple, his restless hands moving all over Qi Yan’s body as his response. Qi Yan’s eyes became even darker. He flipped Song Cun over and pinned him beneath him. His long, slender fingers unhurriedly undid the buttons of Song Cun’s pajamas, and his hand slipped inside the open shirt…