Mu Ye kissed gently, his fingers pinching his chin, coaxing him to open his mouth in the gap between their lips. As soon as he instinctively complied and opened his mouth, Mu Ye’s wet and soft tongue ambiguously licked its way in through the slightly parted lips, thoroughly parting his teeth. The man narrowed his eyes, indulging in observing his expression, slowly grinding their lips and tongues together, greedy and enjoying every kiss, as if not wanting to miss out on any benefits.
Behind the door was the corridor, and the sound of newly arrived guests dragging their suitcases could be clearly heard through the door.
“Where is our room?”
“Just ahead, I guess. The film emperor even helped me with my luggage earlier. He’s so cool, my legs went weak.”
“Why haven’t we seen Teacher Mu and the Weibo tycoon?”
“They seem to be on the second floor. I wonder if we’ll have a chance encounter. Hehe.”
…
The footsteps grew closer and closer, and Song Jianchu’s eyes reddened at the corners, nervously tensing his spine. He grabbed Mu Ye’s wrist, wanting to speak, but Mu Ye kissed him deeper, hooking their tongues together and making embarrassing smacking sounds.
The sound was so loud.
Could they be heard from outside?
Song Jianchu’s ears were burning, and he pushed harder on Mu Ye’s shoulder. Mu Ye’s body was pressed lightly against him, and although he could have easily pushed him away with a little force, he hesitated and didn’t exert that extra strength. The slight indulgence in half-pushing and half-accepting instead made Mu Ye more passionate.
Mu Ye was very unrestrained in this regard, always wanting to indulge in kissing and touching until satisfied.
In that state of complete immersion, he had no sense of shame, openly displaying his excitement and desire.
It was like a pet dog pouncing on its owner, expressing its affection without reservation and seeking love, which could easily arouse the other person’s emotions.
It allowed the other person to relax and let go of their defenses, enjoying the pleasure of intimate games.
“You’re in Room 203,” Pei Shinian’s voice sounded in the corridor. “Yes, over there.”
“Thank you, Teacher Pei.”
Song Jianchu regained a bit of clarity in his hazy consciousness.
Room 203?
Where were they?… It couldn’t be Room 203, could it?
It was time to stop. They would be discovered… He still hadn’t finished saying what he wanted to say…
Two minutes had already passed, but Mu Ye had no intention of pulling away. He held Song Jianchu’s face and lightly sucked on his lips, not wanting to let go.
Suddenly, Song Jianchu didn’t want to think about all those “what ifs” anymore.
Song Jianchu closed his eyes, feeling Mu Ye’s sincerity and dedication, and let go of his own boring and rigid rationality. He listened to his own thumping heartbeat, tilted his chin up instinctively, and cautiously and earnestly brushed against Mu Ye’s soft lips.
The sound of a card swiping beeped.
Song Jianchu’s heart jumped, and he hugged Mu Ye’s neck tightly.
He was prepared to be discovered.
His brain was filled with blood, adrenaline pumping. He was probably going crazy, actually looking forward to that moment of being caught.
What would happen if they were discovered?
Being criticized for being kept by his idol… then he would escape with Mu Ye. After all, he had a lot of money, and they could go anywhere and live a good life.
While thinking about which country would be more suitable to escape to, Mu Ye soothingly rubbed his neck and kissed him more gently, bringing his attention back to the present, where they were near the Pacific.
The door of the next room was opened and then closed.
Mu Ye licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, his satisfied gaze gradually receding.
Song Jianchu’s hand, which had been clasping Mu Ye’s shoulder and neck, trembled, and he stared dazedly at Mu Ye. Then, he suddenly realized that this was their dormitory, and he hadn’t even noticed it before.
It turned out he was just unnecessarily nervous.
They silently locked eyes for a few seconds, and Mu Ye lightly bit his lower lip, speaking with a slightly hoarse and warm voice, “I want to.”
Having completely forgotten what he had said earlier, Song Jianchu blinked in confusion, “Huh?”
Mu Ye lowered his gaze and gently looked at him, smiling tenderly and honestly as he softly said, “I want to date Chu Chu and be Chu Chu’s boyfriend.”
After a pause, Mu Ye remembered something and chuckled, saying, “I want to enter the honeymoon phase with Chu Chu.”
“…”
Song Jianchu’s eyes flickered intensely with a hint of moisture. He stared blankly at Mu Ye for two seconds, deliberately avoiding eye contact, then dumbfoundedly looked back into Mu Ye’s eyes, filled with tenderness.
His heart was pounding so strongly that Song Jianchu felt a heaviness in his chest. He took a deep breath.
“Is that okay?”
Mu Ye tentatively asked, his gaze shaking slightly.
With his rationality completely returning, Song Jianchu let go and leaned back against the door, lowering his head slightly.
“Teacher Mu…”
Mu Ye sensed his hesitation and said gently, “If you’re not ready yet, you can take your time to consider. No need to rush for an answer.”
Mu Ye’s attitude was too calm, and Song Jianchu honestly whispered, “I do need time to consider.”
Although he guessed that someone as naive as Little Fanboy wouldn’t immediately agree, he might need time to think.
Hearing that, Mu Ye couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, his expectations falling through, a slight heaviness in his heart.
As the older brother by many years, he needed to act like an adult at times like this.
“It’s okay, we still have plenty of time,” Mu Ye pretended to be indifferent and smiled, “Is two months enough for you to consider?”
Song Jianchu wanted to say just that.
He fell silent and lowered his head slightly.
Pinching his fingers, he calmly spoke, “Until I make up my mind, let’s end our agreement here.”
Mu Ye paused for a moment, furrowing his brow. “Why?”
Because if Mu Ye liked him, these kisses and embraces couldn’t be measured by money.
It would be disrespectful to Mu Ye’s feelings, and he couldn’t do that.
Song Jianchu raised his hand to rub his forehead and looked at Mu Ye’s legs, weakly moving his lips. “I…”
“I disagree,” Mu Ye said in a deep voice.
Song Jianchu looked up.
Mu Ye leaned closer, pressing him against the door, his gaze becoming intense. “I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t care.”
Song Jianchu widened his eyes.
Mu Ye reached out and covered the warmth on Song Jianchu’s cheek, gently stroking the reddened corners of his eyes with his thumb, his tone becoming gentle. “No matter what decision you make in the end, I’m willing to accompany you. I won’t take your money, I’ll return the card to you, and my services will be free.”
Song Jianchu didn’t know what to say and stammered, “Mu… Teacher Mu.”
“Whether it’s a sponsorship or whatever, you’re not allowed to distance yourself from me suddenly,” Mu Ye said, then smiled. “I feel bad about it, so just consider it as an early experience of being in a relationship with me.”
“But…”
Mu Ye forcefully covered his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment, and he became unreasonable. “No ‘buts,’ I don’t want to hear it.”
“…”
The heaviness in his heart dissipated.
With his mouth covered, Song Jianchu smiled with his eyes.
Mu Ye also smiled, loosening the pressure on his mouth and lowering his head to peck his nose. “That’s settled then. Take your time to consider, and our agreement will continue.”
Song Jianchu sighed helplessly, “Mm.”
Pei Shinian had been leaning against the wall outside, waiting for a long time. They had already finished a game, but his brother hadn’t released the leader yet, so he had to help guard the door and prevent guests from entering the wrong room and disturbing his brother’s good time.
The door lock clicked, and Song Jianchu walked out calmly, telling him, “The blanket is in the cabinet. Let the guests decide if they want to change it.”
Pei Shinian noticed the slight swelling on his leader’s lips and finally understood. He smiled meaningfully and said, “Alright, I got it.”
Song Jianchu calmly went downstairs.
Pei Shinian quickly entered the room, closed the door, and whispered, “Brother, I know you’ve been holding it in for twenty-five years, but next time, be a little gentler with your kisses. Jianchu’s lips can’t handle it; it’s like eating spicy food.”
Mu Ye sat on the edge of the bed without much expression, lazily looking at his phone. “Get out.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Pei Shinian’s eyes lit up with realization. “Did you kiss too intensely and make him angry? With the burden Jianchu carries, it’s really hard for him to show his face when you’re like this.”
Mu Ye wearily said, “I don’t feel like chatting with my silly brother right now. Let me have some quiet time.”
“D*mn,” Pei Shinian chuckled. “I’m the silly one? You can’t even win over a fanboy. A half-cooked duck is served to your mouth, but you can’t even taste the heart. You have the nerve to call me silly?”
“You’re the duck,” Mu Ye glanced at him disdainfully. “Shut your crow mouth. Who said I can’t taste it?”
Pei Shinian snorted, “Then why are you here being emo?”
Mu Ye ignored him, emotionlessly swiping on his game.
“Brother,” Pei Shinian squatted beside Mu Ye’s legs, looking at the game interface on his phone, and said, “I think Jianchu must like you.”
Mu Ye naturally knew that, and he lazily replied, “If you think so.”
“Look,” Pei Shinian reasoned on his own. “He even kissed you. With his personality, he wouldn’t even touch someone he doesn’t like.”
Mu Ye’s fingers, which were lazily swiping the screen, paused for a moment. His drooping gaze flickered, and he asked naturally, “Then why is he hesitating?”
Pei Shinian stared at Mu Ye’s face for a moment, then earnestly said, “Brother, I think… Maybe it’s because you’re too intimidating with your looks.”
Mu Ye: “.”
“Really,” Pei Shinian said, “Do you know why almost half of the female artists in the industry have asked me privately about you, but hardly anyone dares to approach you actively?”
Mu Ye couldn’t be bothered to listen and turned up the volume of the game.
Pei Shinian said seriously, “It’s because you look too good, like a bewitching mirror. And you’ve been on the godly pedestal for too long. Those female artists in the industry who keep fish tanks all over the world feel that they’re not worthy of you. They only dare to treat you as a male god, especially your fans who have been admiring you for so many years.”
“Look at Kun Yu’an, she likes you so much, she wants to confess to you on the entire internet. But she still treats you with utmost respect, being extra cautious when talking to you. She’s satisfied just with taking a picture with you and didn’t even dare to ask for your WeChat during the program.”
Mu Ye’s gaze slightly paused as he fixed his eyes on the game interface.
Mu Ye rarely thought about these kinds of questions.
But with this thought, he realized that the little fanboy’s attitude towards him was indeed overly cautious.
They had already become so close, yet he still referred to him as “Teacher Mu.” When he wanted to kiss or hug him, he would politely ask for permission first.
Although this kind of little fanboy was very adorable, he actually hoped that when they were together, the fanboy could loosen up a bit more and use a more intimate term to address him, like…
Mu Ye’s gaze became distant for a moment, remembering that night when the boy softly called him.
He took a gentle breath and quickly suppressed his slightly excessive thoughts.
“Forget about others, let’s talk about myself,” Pei Shinian said, “Back then, when I greeted you and you took the initiative to invite me for a drink, I was pleasantly surprised. I even trembled when you poured me a drink.”
Mu Ye chuckled, “So what? Am I some kind of monster?”
“That’s right!” Pei Shinian raised an eyebrow, “Do you know how I felt at that time? I thought I was the chosen one!”
Mu Ye couldn’t laugh anymore, “…So I’m that terrifying, huh?”
Pei Shinian comforted him, “That was because we weren’t familiar back then. Once we got to know each other, I realized that you’re just an immature and self-obsessed big brother. The filter shattered when it came to me.”
Mu Ye: “.”
“So, Jianchu is already very brave,” Pei Shinian laughed, “After being your fanboy for so many years, he dares to appear on a show with you, take the initiative to approach you, and now he’s become so close to you. I admire him.”
Mu Ye chuckled softly, “Indeed.”
He pondered for a moment.
Mu Ye seemed to suddenly understand where the fluctuations in his heart came from when the fanboy stopped him on the rooftop.
A brave little child had appeared.
From head to toe, he liked everything about him.