What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: I said to stay focused, Cun-cun

Song Cun had a little to drink at the bar tonight. After being carried back to the bedroom by Qi Yan, he went straight to the bathroom to wash up, planning to go to bed early.

Usually, at this time, Qi Yan would still be in the study, handling some work before returning to the master bedroom.

Tonight, after Song Cun came out of the bathroom, he saw that Qi Yan had already washed up in the guest room next door, changed into his pajamas, and was sitting and leaning against the headboard.

Seeing Song Cun emerge from the bathroom, Qi Yan took the initiative to lift the quilt beside him.

Song Cun, who had caught a cold breeze in the backyard earlier with the help of the alcohol, still felt a little chilly after his shower and immediately burrowed into the quilt.

The quilt was warm because of Qi Yan.

Song Cun instinctively hugged Qi Yan.

Even though the temporary marking “task” was already completed, sleeping and kissing seemed to have become a routine.

They tacitly carried this routine through to the end. Sometimes they just focused on kissing, and sometimes they would chat while kissing.

“Are you unhappy today?” Qi Yan cupped Song Cun’s face, kissed the corner of his lips, and asked softly.

Song Cun hooked his arms around Qi Yan’s neck, kissed him back for a few seconds, and then said, “No, it’s nothing worth paying attention to.”

He didn’t want to think about Song Shichang and Song Huai at a time like this.

“You’re not focused tonight,” Song Cun said, tilting his head and biting Qi Yan’s lip.

“My fault.” Qi Yan’s firm arm wrapped around Song Cun’s back, pulling him back into his embrace for a kiss.

The slightly parted lips were quickly pushed open. Qi Yan’s control over his pheromones was becoming more and more skilled.

The scent of cedarwood and strawberries intertwined in his mouth, as if a rich, mellow wine had been poured in. Soon, Song Cun was kissed into a daze.

Song Cun tightened his grip on Qi Yan’s collar, then released it weakly.

He couldn’t say Qi Yan wasn’t focused next time.

When Qi Yan was focused, even just a kiss was enough to make him unable to resist.

The phone on the bedside table seemed to vibrate.

Song Cun wanted to use checking his phone as an excuse to catch his breath.

As soon as he stretched his hand out, it was caught by a large hand, gripping his wrist, and pressing it into the soft quilt.

Qi Yan pressed against his lips, his low, husky voice carrying a rare dominance.

“I said we were going to be focused, Cun-cun.”

Song Cun opened his mouth to say something, but Qi Yan lowered his head and sealed his lips, swallowing the words he had yet to speak.

A thought flashed through Song Cun’s oxygen-deprived mind: Qi Yan actually had such a dark, cunning side…

He felt that Qi Yan seemed a little different tonight, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was.

However, his mind couldn’t go any further. He felt particularly sleepy tonight, without even the strength to cling to Qi Yan’s neck, and he eventually fell asleep.

Under the dim yellow floor lamp, Qi Yan’s dark, deep eyes quietly watched the sleeping Song Cun, silently holding the person in his arms even tighter.

…

In the middle of the night, Qi Yan suddenly woke up.

He felt the person in his arms was frowning, seemingly very uncomfortable, and his body temperature was too hot.

Qi Yan reached out and felt Song Cun’s forehead, then got up to find a thermometer in the medicine cabinet.

He took Song Cun’s temperature; he was indeed running a fever.

He gave him medicine, water, wiped his face to cool him down…

After a careful period of care, the frown on Song Cun’s face relaxed a little, but he seemed to be having a dream.

He unconsciously gripped Qi Yan’s hand, his lips slightly parted as he seemed to be saying something.

Qi Yan lowered his head and tilted his ear to listen.

He heard Song Cun mumbling, “Mom… don’t leave…”

Qi Yan’s eyes shifted, and the scene before him gradually overlapped with a day many years ago—

He was 17 years old at the time.

“Brother, can you go visit someone for me? I heard he’s hospitalized with a fever, and he’s staying in the ward downstairs.”

In the VIP ward, Qi Ning’s clear eyes lit up when he saw his brother, Qi Yan, walk in.

A few days ago, Qi Ning was taken to the hospital for observation due to an irregular heartbeat.

Qi Ning was three years younger than Qi Yan and had a congenital heart condition since he was a child. Qi Yan was very caring and doting towards his younger brother.

Qi Yan sat down by the bed, reached out to ruffle his brother’s fluffy hair, and said in a gentle tone, “Visit who? Your friend?”

Qi Ning shook his head. “Not a friend.”

“Then a classmate?” Qi Yan asked.

Qi Ning shook his head again. “Not a classmate. He doesn’t even know me.”

Qi Yan scooped up a small spoonful of strawberry cake and held it to Qi Ning’s mouth. Qi Ning lowered his head and bit into it. The soft cake was wrapped around sweet and sour strawberries.

Qi Ning swallowed the cake in his mouth with satisfaction before continuing.

“A while ago during a break, I wasn’t feeling very well, but none of my classmates were in the classroom at the time. A boy happened to pass by our class. When he saw I looked unwell, he carried me to the infirmary on his back.”

“After he put me down in the infirmary, he left. I didn’t even have time to thank him.”

“Later, I heard that boy was also in our grade. His name is Song Cun. I’ve always wanted to thank him in person, but…”

Qi Yan’s interest was piqued. He cooperated by asking, “But what?”

Qi Ning looked at his gentle-faced brother, remembered the seemingly cold and distant boy, rested his chin on his hand, and sighed.

“I don’t think I’m brave enough to talk to him… He seems so aloof. I heard he doesn’t even talk much to his own classmates.”

Qi Ning had a pure heart, but he was also genuinely timid.

Qi Yan couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, you want me to help you thank him?”

Qi Ning’s eyes brightened. “Can you, brother?”

Before Qi Yan could say anything, Qi Ning quickly rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a photo.

“This is a photo I happened to take of him when I saw him in the music room a few days ago. I thought it was very nice, so I wrote my thank you note on the back. I wanted to give it to him together with the photo.”

Before Qi Yan had time to look at the lines of text written on the back of the photo, Qi Ning flipped it over.

“Look, brother, isn’t he good-looking?”

As Qi Ning said this, he felt his cheeks flush. Besides his brother, he had never seen anyone so good-looking.

Before Qi Yan could look at the photo, the doctors and nurses came to make their rounds.

Qi Ning urged him, “Brother, can you go now? I’m afraid he might be discharged soon.”

“Okay.”

Qi Yan nodded and smiled at him, putting the photo into his pocket.

After asking for Song Cun’s specific ward number at the nurse’s station, Qi Yan went straight to the room.

The ward was not a private room, but it happened that only Song Cun was staying there.

The ward was very quiet, with no one else watching over him.

On the bed, a slender figure was wrapped in a white blanket, his back to the door, showing only a round head of hair.