What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: I just had a fever, I can’t

Song Cun buried his face in Qi Yan’s chest, his tears and snot soaking a large area of Qi Yan’s shirt. Qi Yan still held him tightly.

He didn’t know how long passed.

Song Cun’s cries gradually turned into sobs.

Knowing that he had released most of his emotions, Qi Yan began to gently pat Song Cun’s back, helping him calm down.

Song Cun rested his chin on Qi Yan’s shoulder. After he had somewhat calmed down, he said with a little stutter:

“I’m not… mad at you…”

“Not at all…”

He didn’t really know what else to say, so he just kept repeating that he wasn’t angry.

Qi Yan kissed his earlobe. “Mm, I know.”

His voice was a little hoarse. Song Cun lifted his head and saw that Qi Yan’s eyes were red.

Song Cun stared at Qi Yan for a few seconds.

Before, he was always comforted by Qi Yan and accepted it without feeling guilty.

At this moment, he wanted to comfort Qi Yan.

But how should he comfort him?

Song Cun thought for a few seconds.

He moved his lips closer and kissed Qi Yan’s reddened temple, then called out softly and awkwardly near his ear:

“Hubby…”

Qi Yan’s heart trembled, and then it felt like his entire being was melting.

It wasn’t the first time he had heard Song Cun say those two words.

Just last night, when Song Cun was in a feverish haze, he had mumbled it under his guidance.

But this time, it was a conscious Song Cun, a Song Cun who had voluntarily called him ‘hubby.’

Qi Yan’s eyes shifted. The faint redness at the corners of his eyes hadn’t faded yet, and now an even deeper, ink-like intensity had been added.

Had he successfully comforted him?

Song Cun felt uncertain, but he strongly sensed that Qi Yan wanted him to say it again.

But he couldn’t.

After saying it just once, Song Cun’s earlobes were already burning hot.

He hastily looked away, quickly changing the subject.

“I… I’m hungry…”

Qi Yan seemed to be in a daze for a moment and didn’t force Song Cun to say it again.

In fact, that one time from Song Cun was already a great surprise.

After a few seconds, a sound rumbled from his throat:

“Mm.”

The slight bob of his Adam’s apple caught Song Cun’s eye.

Song Cun had openly nibbled on everything from Qi Yan’s collarbone up, including his Adam’s apple.

But after just calling him ‘hubby,’ a strange shyness welled up in his heart.

He suddenly felt too embarrassed to let Qi Yan carry him downstairs.

Before Qi Yan could lift him up again, Song Cun pulled himself out of his embrace.

“I… I can go down by myself.”

Just as he got up, a warm hand wrapped around his waist.

Song Cun froze, hearing Qi Yan’s slightly husky and magnetic voice from behind him:

“We’ll go down in a bit.”

As he spoke, Qi Yan led Song Cun toward the bathroom.

Images inappropriate for children flashed through his mind. Song Cun’s voice tensed, and he blurted out instinctively:

“Wait…”

“I just had a fever, I can’t—”

As he spoke, Qi Yan had already guided him into the bathroom.

But Qi Yan didn’t lead him farther in. He stopped in front of the sink.

Qi Yan didn’t immediately understand what Song Cun meant by ‘can’t.’ His eyes held a look of confusion. “Can’t what?”

Looking at his own face in the mirror—with its puffy, tear-streaked eyes—and then at Qi Yan’s action of reaching for a towel, Song Cun understood. Qi Yan had only brought him in to wash his face.

He had been overthinking it…

Thinking about it again, how could a gentle and gentlemanly person like Qi Yan ask him to do something like that right after he had been sick?

Before, when he had initiated the temporary marking, Qi Yan had been afraid of not controlling his pheromones properly and had been reluctant to touch him. So how could he…

Song Cun was momentarily speechless and extremely embarrassed.

Looking at Song Cun’s expression, Qi Yan suddenly understood what he was thinking, but he didn’t tease him about it.

After wetting a towel with warm water and wringing it out, he naturally began to wipe Song Cun’s face, gently and meticulously, as if he were taking care of a small child.

Qi Yan wiped his face with complete focus, but Song Cun was still feeling awkward after calling him ‘hubby’ just now.

He didn’t know where to look. Especially at such a close distance while he was getting his face wiped, he didn’t dare to make eye contact with Qi Yan.

He could only keep his eyes half-closed, looking down.

When he saw the large, wet stains on Qi Yan’s chest and shoulder, he suddenly realized that he had been so focused on crying that he hadn’t noticed he had soaked Qi Yan’s clothes.

Song Cun touched the hand that was wiping his face and looked up at Qi Yan, a little embarrassed.

“I can do it myself.”

“Why don’t you go change first? You’re all wet.”

“It’s fine.”

Qi Yan’s movements didn’t stop as he continued to wipe Song Cun’s face.

…

Song Cun had been asleep all day and hadn’t eaten much. Afraid he would get hungry, Qi Yan didn’t shower, but instead went straight to the walk-in closet to find a clean shirt to change into.

Song Cun had already walked to the top of the stairs when he suddenly remembered he had left his phone in the bedroom. He turned back.

The master bedroom was connected to the walk-in closet. As Song Cun entered the bedroom, Qi Yan had just taken off his shirt.

His body, from years of consistent exercise, had perfect, fluid muscle lines and well-defined abs.

Song Cun had accidentally seen Qi Yan’s bare upper body before.

And he had often, intentionally or not, felt Qi Yan’s good physique through his clothes during their kisses.

But at this moment, Song Cun swallowed instinctively when he suddenly saw Qi Yan’s upper body.

Qi Yan had just picked up a clean shirt and looked up to see Song Cun entering the bedroom.

Their gazes met instantly.

Assuming Song Cun was waiting for him to go downstairs together, he smiled and quickly put on the shirt.

“I’ll be ready in a second.”

Song Cun’s mind was moving slowly. He replied with a delayed “Oh.”

He was thinking to himself: You don’t have to put it on so fast.

Qi Yan quickly buttoned his shirt. The two of them walked to the staircase together, and Song Cun realized for the second time that he had forgotten his phone again.

So he went back one more time.

After they went downstairs, 2099 had already set the dinner table.

To get the image of Qi Yan changing clothes out of his mind, Song Cun ate dinner while scrolling through his messages to distract himself.

After replying to a few work emails, he felt like the impure thoughts in his mind had been mostly cleansed.

Until he saw the message Lin Wan had sent him last night—

Lin Wan: “Song Xiaocun, what does it feel like to kiss your partner?”

What does it feel like?

Song Cun instinctively lifted his eyes to look at Qi Yan, who was calmly eating across from him.

As if he sensed it, Qi Yan stopped using his chopsticks and looked directly at Song Cun.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you have an appetite?”

Song Cun’s gaze unconsciously fell on Qi Yan’s moving lips. Realizing he had zoned out again, he quickly looked away.

He lowered his head and shoveled two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, saying, “No, I have a great appetite!”

Just when he had finally calmed down, his annoying friend Lin Wan had stirred things up again.

Song Cun angrily jabbed his rice twice with his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and typed quickly:

Song Cun: “If you’re so curious, go find a partner and kiss them yourself.”