Song Jianchu got out of bed and opened the door, but didn’t see anyone at first glance.
Following the faint light from the mobile phone screen, Song Jianchu lowered his gaze and saw a person sitting by the door, leaning against the wall.
The corridor was lit all night, and the man sat on the floor, one leg bent, supporting his lowered head with one hand, fingers running through his hairline, frowning as he tried to decipher a nonexistent secret code in the chat box.
Upon hearing the door open, the man turned his face, and the dim glow of the phone in his eyes momentarily brightened.
Song Jianchu immediately helped him up. “Why are you sitting here—”
Before he could pull the person up, Mu Ye hugged his leg, his low voice sounding aggrieved. “Why are you ignoring me?”
Song Jianchu: “…”
Song Jianchu didn’t expect the drunkard to have such a clear mind, actually noticing it.
He calmly explained to the drunkard, “I fell asleep and didn’t see you. It’s cold on the floor, so get up quickly.”
Mu Ye self-consciously reflected, “I’m sorry, I won’t do this so late in the future.”
Song Jianchu glanced down the corridor, afraid that someone might suddenly appear. “Go inside first.”
Mu Ye, obedient after getting drunk, quietly entered the guest room.
As soon as the door closed, Song Jianchu was tightly embraced from behind. Mu Ye practically threw himself onto him, and he almost couldn’t withstand the pressure, pushing against the door for support.
“Chu Chu.” Mu Ye switched to cat mode again, burying his head in the crook of Song Jianchu’s neck, deeply inhaling and nuzzling against his neck. “You smell so good.”
Song Jianchu used Mu Ye’s shower gel. He felt ticklish from being nuzzled and lightly pushed the head on his shoulder, speaking in a soft voice, “Stop messing around and go to bed.”
Mu Ye clung to him affectionately, his slightly hoarse voice sounding lazy. “I haven’t taken a bath yet.”
“You can do it tomorrow.”
“No.” Mu Ye rested his chin on Song Jianchu’s shoulder, a weary and worried look on his face. “I won’t be handsome if I don’t take a bath. If I’m not handsome, Chu Chu won’t like me.”
Is this person really drunk or not?
Song Jianchu patiently comforted the drunkard lying on his back. He calmly said, “That’s not true. It’s too late, let’s just go to sleep.”
Mu Ye smiled happily. “You’re not disgusted even if I don’t take a bath?”
Song Jianchu treated it as if he were coaxing a child, responding to whatever Mu Ye said, just wanting to get him to bed as soon as possible.
“I’m not disgusted.”
“And you’ll still hug me?”
“I’ll hug you.”
“And you’ll still kiss me?”
“I’ll kiss you.”
Mu Ye satisfiedly buried his face on Song Jianchu’s shoulder and finally insisted, “I want to brush my teeth.”
Song Jianchu took the human-shaped oil bottle to the bathroom, handing him a new toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it.
Mu Ye lowered his head and took the toothbrush in his mouth.
Accompanying Mu Ye in brushing his teeth, Song Jianchu endured his drowsiness and squinted his eyes, saying, “Alright, go to sleep now.”
Mu Ye still didn’t move, his gaze fixed on him, with a hint of implication in his eyes focused on his lips, containing a subtle and expectant desire.
In deciphering the secret code between lovers, Song Jianchu had long been proficient.
One second of analysis.
His lover was saying: Come on, kiss me.
Song Jianchu naturally leaned in and lightly touched Mu Ye’s still rosy lips, his ears turning slightly red.
No matter how many times they kissed, whenever he thought of who this person was, Song Jianchu’s heartbeat would quicken.
It would only grow more intense, making it harder to remain composed.
After a brief two-second kiss, Song Jianchu pulled back. Suddenly, Mu Ye encircled his waist, lowered his head, and captured his lips again. With his hot palm pressed against his back, he embraced him fully.
Song Jianchu had no sleepiness in an instant.
He tried several times to push the person away, but was continuously captivated by the enticing lips and couldn’t end it with a perfunctory response.
In a drowsy state, Song Jianchu was led to the bed by Mu Ye. Mu Ye supported himself on Song Jianchu’s face and kissed him while leisurely unbuttoning his pajamas.
The pajamas were light in texture, and as each button was undone, they naturally fell to the sides.
Mu Ye’s gaze slowly swept over the open pajamas, and he slowly lifted his eyelashes. “Chu Chu, you’re so fair.”
Song Jianchu’s face and ears were burning hot as he stared blankly at the person above him.
He couldn’t discern anymore whether this person was sober or not.
It seemed to be the same.
Whenever this person wanted, he could seduce others like a bewitching demon.
The warm-colored desk lamp illuminated the man’s superior facial contours, and the gentle, seductive curve at the corner of his mouth.
Because of his supporting posture, the man’s shoulder and arm lines looked powerful, exuding an invisible sense of a mature man’s dominance.
But it didn’t oppress; instead, it made one feel safe. The heart would race, palms would sweat, purely because it was impossible to ignore the sensuality in front of them, falling into a hormonal trap that even the same gender couldn’t escape.
Song Jianchu’s heart was pounding, and his lips twitched. “Mu Ye…”
“It’s alright.” Mu Ye lightly laughed and soothingly pinched the back of his neck, lowering his head once again.
Song Jianchu closed his eyes for a moment, maintaining his last trace of sobriety and composure, reaching out to turn off the light.
After returning from visiting relatives, Mu Ye was taken away by Gu Jiaming to participate in a promotional event for a brand endorsement.
Song Jianchu went to the hospital to apply for a bone marrow matching test.
“The application for testing has been submitted, and it will take about three to six months from matching to transplantation in the bone marrow registry.” Dr. Zhao said, “If we are fortunate enough to find a highly matched donor, we will also need to evaluate the donor’s donation conditions. Regardless of the outcome, we have to take a chance. During this time, relax and take care of your condition, be prepared for the transplantation surgery at any time.”
Song Jianchu nodded. “Okay.”
Dr. Zhao observed him and said, “I have always believed that the patient’s self-will is the most important when treating any illness. I’m glad that you seem motivated for treatment recently.”
After ending the serious and heavy topic, Dr. Zhao switched to a lighter conversation.
Dr. Zhao asked with a meaningful look, “Xiao Song, are you in a relationship?”
Song Jianchu raised his eyes in confusion. “Huh?”
Dr. Zhao pointed to his own neck and smiled as a reminder. “Love is beautiful, but moderation is also important.”
Song Jianchu was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing something, and his face instantly turned red. He quickly covered the skin on his neck with his hand, trying to hide the evidence.
Song Jianchu wasn’t a very meticulous guy, and most of the time he probably didn’t even look in the mirror before going out, not paying attention to some details himself.
Quickly leaving the consultation room, Song Jianchu put on his coat’s hood to cover up the inconspicuous mark.
Back in the car, Song Jianchu leaned to the side to check in the rearview mirror and saw a faint red mark under his ear.
Lately, his relationship with Mu Ye had become overly clingy.
Mu Ye would stick to him without a moment’s separation at home, and even when working, he would send him a message every half an hour, reporting what he was doing and asking what he was doing.
They had more and more conversations that lacked substance when they were together, and they couldn’t simply sleep together at night anymore.
Every night before sleeping, Mu Ye would kiss him for a long time… It felt just like being in a real relationship.
Song Jianchu didn’t know how other people’s relationships were, but through this period of time, he seemed to understand what being in love was like.
It was magical, filled with anticipation every day.
But being happy together didn’t mean they could indulge in everything; there were certain issues of principle that needed to be addressed.
Song Jianchu took out his phone, hesitating for a moment, feeling that educational work had to be done in a timely manner, or else they might miss the best opportunity for correction.
He took a picture of the mark under his ear and sent it to Mu Ye, his cheeks burning as he waited for a reply.
After about ten seconds, Mu Ye replied to the message.
[MY: Miss me?]
[MY: I’ll be done here soon. Wait for me at home. [Heart]]
Song Jianchu stared blankly at the reply, bewildered for a while.
It seemed that the other person misunderstood his meaning.
Song Jianchu typed seriously, giving a hint, hoping that his lover would realize his mistake.
[Song Jianchu: Hickey, it was seen.]
A video immediately popped up.
Song Jianchu answered the call, waiting for his lover to reflect on his own.
Mu Ye’s expression was displeased as he asked in a low voice, “Who saw it? Why was he staring at your ear?”
Song Jianchu: “?”
Was that the main point of the problem?
Song Jianchu sighed and could only say directly, “Next time…”
“Are you at the hospital?” Mu Ye suddenly frowned and asked.
Song Jianchu paused, slowly shifting his gaze, and suddenly realized, seeing the hospital advertisement in his own video frame.
He had forgotten that he was still in the hospital parking lot.
Quickly regaining his composure, Song Jianchu calmly said, “I have a slight cold, came to the hospital to get some medicine.”
“You have a cold?” Mu Ye paused, furrowing his eyebrows even tighter. “Why didn’t you say you were feeling uncomfortable? I’ll come to see you.”
“No need.” Song Jianchu hurriedly said, “I’m going home.”
“What did the doctor say?” Mu Ye asked with concern, “Just medication? No need for injections?”
Song Jianchu: “Hmm, it’s not too serious, you don’t have to worry.”
Mu Ye looked at him helplessly for a few seconds. “In the future, if you’re not feeling well, you have to say it, you know?”
Song Jianchu obediently nodded. “Okay.”
“Wait for me at home.” Mu Ye said in a gentle voice, “I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.”
After ending the video call, Song Jianchu’s palms were slightly sweaty.
After finishing the promotional event, Mu Ye, unusually, refused the media interviews and said to Gu Jiaming in the nanny car, “Take care of the patient. Don’t bother me for the next few days if there’s nothing important.”
Gu Jiaming had just heard their video conversation and laughed. “It’s just a little cold, and it made you so worried.”
“If it were your wife who was sick, wouldn’t you be worried?” Mu Ye said lightly.
“Then I wouldn’t be able to sleep for three days.” Gu Jiaming chuckled and said, “One is a sponsor, the other is a wife. Can they be the same?”
Mu Ye took out his phone. “But in your case, it’s really different from other sponsor.”
Gu Jiaming shook his head in amusement. “All this affectionate behavior of yours is more exaggerated than when my wife and I were in the honeymoon phase.”
Mu Ye sent a message to the sick little fan, asking what he wanted to eat, and chuckled upon hearing his response, “It’s indeed the honeymoon phase.”
Gu Jiaming turned his head slowly from the front seat. “?”
Mu Ye stared at the phone screen, waiting for a reply.
[Song Jianchu: Can you buy some strawberry milk? We’re out at home.]
[MY: Alright, anything else you want to eat?]
[Song Jianchu: Nothing else.]
[MY: Good, be a good boy and lie in bed, cover yourself with a blanket.]
[Song Jianchu: Okay.]
[MY: I’ll be home in ten minutes.]
[MY: [Hug]]
[MY: [Kiss]]
“What did you just say?” Gu Jiaming’s gaze was skeptical.
Mu Ye happily tugged at his lip, put away his phone, looked up, and said in a calm voice, “I said, we’re in the honeymoon phase.”