What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Cun-cun’s body is beautiful, every part of it is beautiful…

Song Cun was straddling Qi Yan, his head buried in the hollow of Qi Yan’s neck.

He didn’t lift his head. The hand resting on Qi Yan’s abs tightened silently, as if it were a flirtatious gesture between lovers.

But Qi Yan knew that Song Cun wasn’t doing that now.

Even during estrus, when his pheromones were surging, a sensitive nerve remained in Song Cun’s dazed subconscious.

Qi Yan gently patted Song Cun’s shoulder, turned his face, and lowered his head to kiss his earlobe.

“It’s okay if Cun-cun isn’t willing…”

Song Cun rubbed his face against the hollow of Qi Yan’s neck before lifting his head. His misty eyes were flushed with desire.

It was an emotion of wanting but also being afraid.

How could Qi Yan not know what Song Cun was thinking?

What separated them was Song Cun’s insecurity.

But this insecurity was a wall that Song Cun had built himself.

If he was willing to take this one step, he would find that his worries and insecurities didn’t exist at all.

But Qi Yan didn’t want to force Song Cun to walk through this wall. Doing so might make the trust and affection Song Cun had finally developed for him disappear, and the steps he had just taken would be retreated.

All he could do was wait outside the wall.

He would wait outside with open arms, guiding Song Cun to walk through the non-existent wall himself.

Qi Yan kissed Song Cun with restraint, not too deeply.

His hoarse voice was low and soothing as he gently guided Song Cun.

“What do you want to do, Cun-cun?”

The bathroom was filled with steam. Song Cun’s flushed face was hot, and so was his neck. His gland was constantly burning.

What did he want to do?

Song Cun blinked his wet eyelashes blankly. He clung to Qi Yan’s naked upper body with dependence, tilting his head back to kiss Qi Yan.

Qi Yan gently received his kiss, allowing Song Cun’s hands to wander over his body.

But just kissing and touching each other’s bodies was no longer enough to satisfy Song Cun.

Especially after the temporary marking by Qi Yan, his desire for Qi Yan was no longer satisfied with just these things.

“What do you want me to do, Cun-cun…”

Qi Yan’s fingers pinched Song Cun’s hot earlobe. His low voice, full of temptation, continued to guide Song Cun.

“Tell me, okay?”

He kissed the corner of Song Cun’s lips, patiently waiting for his response.

Song Cun raised his eyes. His moist eyes met Qi Yan’s gaze.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

The perfect and familiar face in front of him was filled with endless tenderness.

In Song Cun’s dazed mind, he vaguely remembered some scenes and moments.

No matter when, when Qi Yan was with him, his eyes were always gentle and doting, and he was always patient and good-natured, coaxing him.

He would ask him why he was unhappy, feel his pain when he was bullied, and silently avenge him.

He held his heart out to Song Cun, yet he still felt guilty, asking if he was doing a good enough job.

On many nights of embraces and kisses, he could clearly feel Qi Yan’s desire, but each time, Qi Yan would force himself to restrain it.

He was always so careful, meticulous, and patient in protecting his sensitive emotions.

Just like now.

The look in Qi Yan’s eyes wasn’t just desire for him, but also deep affection.

A tear suddenly escaped from the corner of Song Cun’s reddish eye.

It was an emotion that surpassed desire—the determination to give himself over completely.

Before, he hadn’t wanted to expose his scars to Qi Yan, but at this moment, he only wanted to hold him honestly.

No longer separated by clothes, no longer separated by the wall in his heart. He just wanted to feel Qi Yan’s caresses and body temperature without any obstruction.

“What’s wrong, Cun-cun…”

Qi Yan saw Song Cun’s tear and lowered his head to kiss him. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry—”

Song Cun kissed Qi Yan back, blocking the apology on his lips.

He fumbled to find the hand that was wrapped around his waist, and placed it on the button of his pajamas, just below his collarbone.

He said in a very, very low voice, “Help me take it off…”

…

Next to the bathtub, wet clothes were scattered on the floor.

Both of their clothes were completely removed. They kissed and caressed each other’s beautiful bodies in the tub.

Qi Yan embraced Song Cun from behind, kissing his body inch by inch, without intentionally avoiding his back.

When he kissed the scar there, Qi Yan could clearly feel Song Cun tremble.

“It’s ugly… don’t…” Song Cun whimpered softly.

“It’s not.”

Qi Yan kissed the scar, pulling Song Cun’s waist a little tighter.

“Cun-cun’s body is beautiful, every part of it is beautiful…”

Qi Yan’s face was pressed against Song Cun’s back, as he kissed the slightly uneven skin with sincerity and tenderness.

The scars that Song Cun was so self-conscious about, he would kiss and smooth them over and over again.

Day after day, year after year.

Until Song Cun forgot the pain of the past, and only remembered his gentleness and affection…