Chapter 61: Revealing a Pure Rawness
The lips that had pressed down stopped just a hair’s breadth away.
Le Can’s body stiffened, his eyes darting left and right. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue kissing, but…
Two hands that didn’t belong to Le Can were cupping his cheeks, halting his downward momentum. The force wasn’t strong, yet it wasn’t easy to break free from either.
Warm body heat was continuously transmitted through the palms. Le Can’s eyelashes, dark and thick like raven feathers, trembled slightly. He raised a hand and placed it over the back of the large hand resting on his right cheek.
Hand over hand, then slightly staggered.
His lustrous, fair fingers wedged into the gaps between the long, powerful, wheat-colored fingers beneath them, squeezing in bit by bit until they slowly interlocked.
“You said you would make it up to me.”
His clear, moist voice rang out in the empty living room, carrying a hint of accusation.
The moment he finished speaking, Le Can felt the person beneath him tense up. He was hard as a rock—honestly, a bit uncomfortable to lie on.
The only upside was probably the warmth. On this slightly chilly night, Xi Yun was like a constant-temperature heat pack.
Le Can, whose hands and feet were icy for three out of the four seasons, was a little envious. For no particular reason, he thought:
[Xi Yun’s blanket must be very warm in the winter.]
He was different; no matter how much he bundled up, he felt like an ice cellar.
In those years of pure poverty, Le Can used an old-fashioned hot water bottle. That thing couldn’t even last until the second half of the night; he would wake up freezing in the early morning.
Later, when he had money, he bought a wonderful thing called an electric blanket. Although it consumed some electricity, it wasn’t as expensive as AC and was within an acceptable range. Aside from being overly dry and causing the occasional nosebleed, it had almost no downsides.
But those were external objects, and naturally, external objects weren’t as good as having a naturally robust physical constitution.
He didn’t know why, but Le Can felt… the person beneath him seemed to have become harder?
But because they were too close, even if he focused his eyes until he went cross-eyed, he couldn’t see Xi Yun’s expression clearly at this moment.
So, Le Can spoke up again to emphasize, “You promised.”
A helpless sigh sounded. “Yao Yao, I didn’t agree to k…”
Le Can moved his legs, which were sore from holding one position for too long, and quickly intercepted the second half of Xi Yun’s sentence. “No, you tacitly agreed.”
This time, the other person’s voice didn’t sound again. However, Le Can felt the hands cupping his cheeks loosen slightly.
He chuckled silently. Putting force into the left hand resting on Xi Yun’s shoulder, he propped himself up with one arm.
The distance between them instantly widened.
Xi Yun was stunned.
This time, the two hands lingering on the side of Le Can’s face completely let go due to their owner’s distraction. Only the fingertips hovered in mid-air, twitching slightly as if trying to hold something back.
Le Can, who was busy, didn’t see this scene, and Xi Yun remained unaware of it himself.
What was Le Can busy with?
He deftly lifted his leg, stepping over the “obstacle” beside him. The side-lying posture transformed into a basic riding position.
Back straight, the insides of his knees pressing inward, he clamped down on the sturdy waist and abdomen of the person beneath him.
In the instant the posture changed, the hand loosely holding Xi Yun’s hand suddenly exerted force, pushing that hand aside along with the other one.
The arc of Le Can’s smile widened.
Straddling Xi Yun, he leaned in and bit down on the other’s pale, thin lips.
The first bite was heavy, expressing dissatisfaction and carrying a hint of punishment.
Hearing a muffled grunt of pain but receiving no rejection, the moist, full red lips parted slightly.
Gentle kisses, tasting of reward, landed densely on the bitten spot…
First came light touches. After sensing the attitude of the person beneath his lips softening, Le Can pushed his luck, increasing the pressure as he ground his lips against the other’s.
He remembered that this seemed to be what Xi Yun did last time.
Then… a nimble tongue, like a flexible fish, drilled into the narrow opening ahead.
From the last kiss, the good student Le Can had learned a lesson: biting the lips and a deep kiss with intertwined tongues were two completely different experiences.
The former had almost made him think kissing was boring. The latter… that feeling of his soul being tossed into the clouds, dazzling and addictive, had made Le Can dwell on it for quite some time.
But the only partner he could practice with not only ran away after kissing at night but also vanished as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning.
The physiological fire that had been stoked, combined with the psychological irritation growing bit by bit over time…
Le Can was going to demand it all back properly.
One had to know, although his temper seemed much better after his rebirth, inside he was a combination of two worlds’ worth of “seeking revenge for the smallest grievance.”
What he demanded back would only be more than what was owed!
The closed teeth were pried open by the intruding tongue.
Arriving in a not-quite-familiar environment, it first charged around nonsensically. Carrying a natural rawness and recklessness, it revealed a pure sort of inexperience.
After performing a solo act for a while, it felt unamusing. The soft tongue immediately wrapped enthusiastically and boldly around its unmoving companion.
It remembered the joy of playing with the other party before, completely forgetting that along with that joy came the inescapability of being ruthlessly seized…
Sometimes, possessing theoretical knowledge and actual combat experience were two completely different sensations.
Receiving no response, trying on his own without proper technique, and being unskilled at breathing made the limited oxygen thinner and thinner…
After a series of failures, Le Can’s thin eyelids trembled, and he squeezed a few dissatisfied hums from deep in his nasal cavity.
His hands, resting on Xi Yun’s shoulders, tightened.
The shirt, which had been meticulous when he returned in the evening, was crushed and pulled into wrinkles. The pulling force grew stronger, and two buttons above the collar suddenly popped off…
In the moment his consciousness drifted, Le Can heard a soft sigh.
As if suppressed for a long time before being allowed out, this sigh was deep and heavy. Something seemed to have broken free from its confinement and been released…
His sluggish, lucid consciousness was dragged into the depths of a bottomless vortex the very next second. Le Can couldn’t spare a single shred of mind to think about that fleeting sense of wrongness.
The thing that entangled him was powerful but not rude.
Even facing an uninvited “guest,” it took care of every aspect and every corner of the other party with extreme considerateness…
Uncontrollable tremors rose from the depths of his cells, and extreme pleasure exploded like brilliant fireworks in Le Can’s mind.
Blown away alongside it were his remaining reason and all his strength.
The lean young man instantly turned into a cooked noodle, hanging limply on the other person’s body. The fingers clutching the shirt twitched twice, then slowly loosened and slid down…
Suddenly, at a certain moment, a vibration came from beneath him.
Inevitably, Le Can was bumped twice.
His reason, which had run away from home for a long time, was dragged back a little with difficulty. He struggled to lift his eyelids slightly.
At some point, his thick, dark eyelashes had become wet. The light spilling from the ceiling blurred into a halo before Le Can’s eyes.
His focus was gone; he couldn’t see anything clearly.
Le Can could only feel his prone body being helped up. His lips and tongue were released, gaining a long-lost sense of freedom and lack of restraint.
Reflexively, he gasped for large mouthfuls of air. His bright red, numb lips opened and closed as oxygen once again filled his squeezed lungs.
A light chuckle sounded in his ear, deep and magnetic.
Le Can’s lower back tingled, and he tilted backward uncontrollably, then… crashed into a large palm with a scalding center.
His lowered chin was met by another hand.
Le Can, whose head was hanging low, had his jaw gently caressed and slowly lifted.
Scorching thin lips delivered themselves this time. The cold, pleasant scent belonging to Xi Yun, which hadn’t been gone for long, filled Le Can’s nose once again.
His lips and tongue were swept away again, but this time the location changed.
The narrow space was squeezed full, and his remaining reason snapped and lost connection immediately. Le Can’s eyelids, unable to hold up, closed again, and a crystal-clear tear slid from the corner of his eye.
Dragging out a long, wet trail…
Secret, viscous, tiny sounds of water echoed for a long time in the quiet night.
When Le Can’s consciousness returned again, his fingertips were still trembling slightly. His breathing was erratic, his chest heaving uncontrollably, and his legs had absolutely no strength to stand.
And just a fist’s distance away from him, Xi Yun seemed to have no abnormalities other than a messy shirt, darkened eyes, and deeply reddened lips.
But only Le Can knew how scalding the palm pressed against the center of his back was.
Equally scalding… was the place where he was sitting.
Hesitating for a moment, the young man, whose breathing hadn’t fully calmed, moved his fingertips. Then, borrowing the strength he had just accumulated for a short while, he reached toward the man’s lower abdomen.
Kissing was just compensation.
Xi Yun had indeed done as he said—sincerely and fully making amends.
It was just that he worked too hard. The craving in Le Can’s heart was satisfied, but he had lost the strength to call a halt midway and could only wait for Xi Yun to stop.
Being “fed” too much at once left him uncomfortably stuffed.
Le Can actually wanted to retreat a little.
Yes, he hadn’t forgotten his ambitious aspiration—the Bedding Plan.
But the atmosphere was perfect right now; there was no better time than the present. And as the saying went in his old world: Since we’re already here…
Le Can extended his hand, eager for action, attempting to send a “party up” request.
Just as his fingertips touched the hem of the shirt, the scene before his eyes suddenly tumbled and inverted. The words he prepared to say lost their best chance to be spoken.
A wave of dizziness hit his head. When he looked at Xi Yun’s broad lower back in front of him, Le Can’s eyes widened instantly.
He… was actually hoisted up onto Xi Yun’s shoulder!
The bumping beneath him continued, and a sense of weightlessness filled his senses.
Only when his line of sight gradually rose did Le Can realize that Xi Yun hadn’t just picked him up; he was carrying him upstairs!
“Xi Yun!”
Xi Yun’s movement up the stairs paused, then resumed. “Yao Yao, I’m here.”
Not expecting an answer, Le Can’s brain short-circuited for a moment. It wasn’t until they had traversed most of the stairs that he found his rhythm amidst the swaying.
Xi Yun’s reply was timely, but it didn’t answer the question.
Le Can raised his upper body, bending his flexible waist. He reached back and pulled at the man’s head. Pulling like he was pulling a radish—not actually using much force, but definitely ruining the hairstyle.
“Xi Yun, you know what I want!”
[We’ve already kissed, why can’t we do it?!]
Xi Yun, with his back to Le Can, pursed his lips in silence. “Yao Yao, it’s too late today.”
Le Can pulled at the hair even more vigorously. “Then let’s make it a blitzkrieg!”
[It’s just sleeping together once anyway. Just be a bit faster and it’ll be fine!]
The person carrying him suddenly stopped.
After a long time, a slightly hoarse voice sounded again: “No.”
A strange feeling flashed through Le Can’s heart. He stared at the back of Xi Yun’s head—which was messy but still remarkably round and nicely shaped—and slowly narrowed his eyes.
“In five hours, the photography team booked by Liang Yusheng will arrive.”
“Photography?” Le Can reflexively looked up at the wall clock in the living room.
It was a little past 1:00 AM. Five hours later meant…
“Whose photography starts at six in the morning?!”
The questioned Xi Yun wasn’t flustered at all, answering methodically, “Wedding photography.”
“Wed…”
The words Le Can wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
Wedding photography. Although Le Can hadn’t been married before, hadn’t he seen pigs run even if he hadn’t eaten pork?
Makeup, styling, choosing clothes, shooting indoor scenes, outdoor scenes… If the time was limited to one day, it really did need to start around six.
Since he had agreed to the cruise ship wedding, Le Can had no reason to refuse the wedding photos. In that case, for the sake of a good state tomorrow, sleeping early tonight—and sleeping a “vegetarian” sleep—was indeed necessary.
However… Le Can grabbed a tuft of hair on the back of Xi Yun’s head.
He lowered his voice dangerously. “Wedding photos? Who’s wearing the dress?”
Xi Yun, who had silently carried him to the room, reached out to place him on the edge of the bed, putting him down gently.
“No wedding dress.”
“It’s our wedding photos.”
Author’s Note: [Dog Head] Suits and wedding dresses are both good things. Making a note first to see if I can arrange one in the extras.
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