What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Can I help you undress, Cun-cun

In the bathroom, steam filled the air.

Water was gushing into the bathtub.

Qi Yan carried Song Cun into the bathroom and set him down on the edge of the tub.

“Are you sure you want to shower together?”

Qi Yan crouched down, looking up at Song Cun as he spoke, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Song Cun sat on the edge of the tub, his long eyelashes lowered. His brown eyes met Qi Yan’s, but his gaze wasn’t very clear.

His gland was hot, and so was his body.

After waking up and realizing he might have entered his estrus period early, his first reaction was to look for Qi Yan in the room.

When he found Qi Yan wasn’t there, he went to find Qi Yan’s clothes, and he hadn’t even put on a suppressant patch.

After being stimulated by the unexpected guest, Bai Yu, his pheromones had fluctuated even more severely.

After Qi Yan explained the misunderstanding and Song Cun’s emotions were soothed, the effects of the pheromones began to gradually take hold.

The omega instinctively wanted to cling to his alpha, desperately wanting his pheromones.

The bathtub was still filling with water and was about to overflow.

Song Cun didn’t clearly hear what Qi Yan was saying. He just kept staring at Qi Yan’s moving lips.

His mind was only focused on wanting Qi Yan’s pheromones, wanting more intimate physical contact with him.

But Qi Yan was crouching, a little too far away from him.

Qi Yan saw that Song Cun wasn’t answering. His face, the tips of his ears, and his neck were flushed red. He knew the symptoms of the estrus period were taking over.

He was just about to stand up, hug him, and release some pheromones to comfort him.

Suddenly, Qi Yan’s collar tightened, pulled by a pair of hands.

Song Cun’s action was sudden, and he pulled so hard that his whole body tilted uncontrollably toward the bathtub.

Qi Yan reacted quickly, grabbing Song Cun by the waist. As they both fell into the tub, he instinctively used his hand to protect the back of Song Cun’s head.

Plop!

A large splash of water erupted from the tub.

Fortunately, the tub was very spacious, and there was enough water for a strong buoyancy.

Even though Song Cun fell backward into the tub, with Qi Yan’s hand protecting him, he didn’t hit anything.

Qi Yan immediately pulled Song Cun up, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

With his other hand, he wiped the water from Song Cun’s mouth and nose with his thumb, allowing him to breathe smoothly.

“Did you swallow any water?”

As he spoke, he used his thumb to push Song Cun’s wet bangs aside, allowing him to open his eyes.

Song Cun slowly opened his eyes. Fine droplets of water clung to his eyelashes, and his eyes were glistening.

Water dripped from his hair, and his fair cheeks were a feverish red.

His thin pajamas, soaked through, clung tightly to his slender body, transmitting a hot temperature to Qi Yan, who was holding him tightly.

Qi Yan’s clothes were also mostly wet. Splashes of water had landed on his face and in his hair.

They were now dripping, one by one, down his jawline, Adam’s apple, and collarbone, disappearing into his soaked collar.

Their bodies were tightly embraced in the not-too-big, not-too-small tub.

Song Cun clung to Qi Yan’s shoulders, shaking his head in response to his question.

The next second, he leaned in, offering his lips.

Qi Yan cupped the back of his head. Before Song Cun could kiss him, he took the initiative and captured Song Cun’s lips with his own.

The moment their lips touched, it was impossible to say who was more passionate or who was more desperate.

Their kisses had begun in the name of “practice” and had continued out of “habit.”

Now, it was purely out of “want.”

He wanted to feel the other’s warmth, wanted to absorb the other’s pheromones, wanted the other’s touch.

He wanted to be completely open, and he wanted more of the other person…

Breathing in the bathroom grew more and more rapid. The two pheromones intertwined with an ambiguous intimacy, and the air was filled with a sweet, enchanting scent.

While kissing Qi Yan, Song Cun eagerly tried to pull at Qi Yan’s clothes.

The buttons on the wet shirt were difficult to unfasten. Song Cun’s hands fumbled over Qi Yan’s chest, but he couldn’t even undo a single button.

Qi Yan held Song Cun’s hands down. His lips were still pressed against Song Cun’s as he said in a hoarse voice, “Let me…”

Qi Yan unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, then pulled Song Cun closer into his arms.

One of his large hands was hot and scalding, gently stroking Song Cun’s back.

He still remembered that night when they were about to take the next step. Song Cun had reflexively pushed his hand away, the panic in his eyes like a wounded little beast.

At the time, he didn’t know why. Later, he learned about everything Song Cun had gone through and understood why he was so suddenly sensitive.

He respected Song Cun and was willing to give him more time.

If Song Cun wasn’t willing, he wouldn’t force him to expose his wounds in front of him.

Even with his desires running high, he still put Song Cun’s wishes first.

Song Cun’s hands fumbled over Qi Yan’s abs. His head was resting on Qi Yan’s shoulder, and he was breathing softly.

Qi Yan suppressed his own breathing, maintaining his last bit of composure, and asked in a low, hoarse voice near Song Cun’s ear:

“Can I help you undress, Cun-cun?”