What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: I want to shower with Qi Yan…

Qi Yan, who kissed the air, was left hanging.

Song Cun, however, avoided Qi Yan’s lips. Like a small beast, he sniffed with the tip of his nose, smelling all over Qi Yan’s face, going back and forth several times.

Realizing that Song Cun was smelling him, checking if Bai Yu’s kiss was just a trick of the camera and that he hadn’t actually touched him.

Qi Yan felt helpless and amused at the same time. He wanted to reach out and mess up Song Cun’s hair, then pull him into his arms and kiss him thoroughly.

How could his Cun-cun be so adorable?

But until he proved his ‘innocence,’ Song Cun definitely wouldn’t let him kiss him.

In this regard, Qi Yan always respected Song Cun.

However, Song Cun’s ‘inspection’ was so serious. The warm, breathy half-kisses and sweet pheromones sprayed on his face were unbearably ticklish.

After carefully smelling both sides of Qi Yan’s cheeks, Song Cun, the meticulously ‘inspecting’ little beast, paused the tip of his nose briefly on Qi Yan’s jaw.

He then moved downwards, following Qi Yan’s defined jawline, and sniffed all the way to his throat.

Qi Yan was confused. The angle of Bai Yu’s ‘fake kiss’ was on the side of his cheek. It shouldn’t have touched anything below the jawline.

He subtly shifted his gaze downward. Because of his height, his angle allowed him to see Song Cun’s wet eyelashes fluttering as he stared at his Adam’s apple.

Just as Qi Yan was about to ask what was wrong, Song Cun suddenly nudged his Adam’s apple with the tip of his nose. The warm breath directly hit his prominent Adam’s apple.

Qi Yan’s throat moved slightly, and his jawline was very tense.

He didn’t know what Song Cun was thinking right now.

But he knew that he might not be able to control himself for much longer with Song Cun being like this.

Like a small animal, Song Cun carefully smelled Qi Yan all over. He only looked up after confirming that the omega with the peach blossom eyes hadn’t actually kissed Qi Yan.

Qi Yan, who had been sniffed all over by Song Cun, was finally cleared of his ‘wrongdoing.’

He knew that the current Song Cun would no longer refuse his touch. He finally couldn’t resist reaching out to mess up Song Cun’s slightly messy hair and asked softly:

“Cun-cun isn’t mad anymore, right?”

Song Cun blinked his eyelashes, which still had tear marks, and was about to nod obediently.

Suddenly, he remembered that the omega with the peach blossom eyes had been holding Qi Yan’s arm. That wasn’t a trick of the eye!

Song Cun immediately pouted, his cheeks puffed up with anger.

Qi Yan sensitively caught his change in expression and gently coaxed him, asking:

“Is something else wrong?”

Song Cun didn’t say anything. He handed over the clothes he had been clutching tightly in his arms.

Qi Yan didn’t understand what Song Cun wanted, but he took the clothes anyway.

With his hands free, Song Cun grabbed the arm that Bai Yu had just held and rubbed Qi Yan’s sleeve forcefully with his other hand, as if trying to rub off some kind of dirt.

After a few rubs, he said in a muffled, slightly nasal voice, “He… he touched here…”

Qi Yan hadn’t expected Song Cun’s possessiveness to be so strong during his estrus period.

But this kind of possessiveness was something Qi Yan had always yearned for.

He knew that Song Cun was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, but sometimes he wanted to find traces of Song Cun’s affection for him in little details.

The corner of Qi Yan’s lips curved into an arc. He lowered his head and kissed Song Cun’s lips.

This time, Song Cun didn’t avoid him.

He obediently let Qi Yan kiss him.

But his hand was still stubbornly rubbing back and forth on Qi Yan’s arm.

Qi Yan happened to be wanting to take a cold shower.

He held Song Cun’s wrist, seeking his consent. “I’m going to take a shower and change my clothes, okay?”

Song Cun finally nodded and added a suggestion, “Throw the clothes away.”

Qi Yan naturally went along with him. “Yes, I’ll throw them away. I’ll never wear this shirt again.”

He carried Song Cun to the sofa in the bedroom and softly instructed him:

“Wait for me here. I’ll be quick.”

He set Song Cun down, picked up the clothes Song Cun had been holding, draped them over Song Cun, and tucked them around him.

Although the temporary marking had made Song Cun’s estrus symptoms less agitated than before, he still needed some alpha pheromones to calm down.

The clothes were something Song Cun had found in his closet and had his pheromones on them, which could temporarily soothe Song Cun.

However, just as Qi Yan finished draping the clothes over him, Song Cun threw them onto the sofa.

Qi Yan’s motion of standing up paused.

He wondered if he hadn’t completely comforted him, and now Song Cun didn’t even want the clothes with his pheromones on them.

Qi Yan lowered his head, just about to try and coax Song Cun again, when Song Cun suddenly stretched out both hands and hooked them around his neck.

Now that Qi Yan was back, he didn’t want to hold clothes to smell his pheromones anymore.

He just wanted to be with Qi Yan.

His fluffy head rested against the hollow of Qi Yan’s neck, nuzzling him with dependence.

“I want to go in too.”

“I want to shower with Qi Yan…”