The gaze of the boy is too scorching, as if there are stars burning in his eyes.
Mu Ye felt his face being scorched by that heat, and he hadn’t blushed in many years.
“Teacher Mu,” Song Jianchu looked into his eyes, speaking slowly and firmly, “No matter how long this relationship can last, I want to be with you.”
“I don’t want to miss you.”
“I’m done talking,” Song Jianchu paused, “Now it’s your turn to speak.”
After speaking, Song Jianchu waited for a few seconds but didn’t receive a response from Mu Ye.
Seemingly a bit embarrassed, his gaze slowly shifted away, and his face turned back.
Mu Ye didn’t even want to blink, staring straight at the person in front of him. Seizing the opportunity before that face could escape, he leaned forward and lightly pecked his tempting lips.
Because of the excitement, the pecks didn’t stop.
Song Jianchu stopped turning his head, blushing, allowing Mu Ye to kiss him over and over again.
As if rewarding him greatly, Mu Ye cupped his face, passionately and tenderly kissing every part of his face, not even missing his eyelashes. The soft warmth of his lips left his face completely flushed.
The cold snow fell on his forehead, melting against the lips that covered it. Mu Ye pressed his thumb against the corner of his mouth, then tilted his head back to his lips, silently kissing him with passion and devotion.
Mu Ye’s kisses were enchanting and captivating, and Song Jianchu even forgot that they were outside, where someone could interrupt them at any moment.
When their lips parted, Mu Ye gently touched his nose and smiled, the post-kiss breath exuding sensuality.
The white heat between their lips dispersed.
With his eyes closed, Muye touched foreheads with him, making sure, “Chu Chu, you agreed.”
“…Mmm.”
His heart was beating too fast, and Song Jianchu’s mind went blank, his expression a bit dazed. It felt as if this person had forcefully blocked the entire world, and he could only hear his voice.
Mu Ye slowly rubbed his cheek with his thumb, saying calmly, “Once you’ve agreed, you can’t go back.”
Song Jianchu replied in a composed manner, “I won’t.”
As if something had ignited, Mu Ye’s passion couldn’t be contained.
Mu Ye held his hand and led him out of the bar, pressing him against the car door and kissing him until he was out of breath, then helped him fasten his seatbelt and drove him home.
After entering the house, the two continued kissing from the doorway to the living room.
Mu Ye unzipped his jacket and pinched his waist through the sweater. Song Jianchu was pushed back, his calf touching the soft touch, and he was pushed onto the sofa by Mu Ye.
Mu Ye followed, half-leaning over him, nibbling on his lower lip, teasing his lips for a few moments, then straightened up and looked down at his appearance, kneeling on the sofa and casually throwing his jacket onto the carpet. He then unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.
Song Jianchu’s cheeks reddened, his heart racing. He lay on the spacious sofa, panting.
Mu Ye opened his shirt again, leaning over and using his hands to tease his lower lip and corner of his mouth, his tongue entangling with the gasping opening of his lips, the kiss almost becoming wild.
Wearing a sweater, Song Jianchu felt hot. He pushed Mu Ye lightly, half-sitting up, took off the sweater and threw it aside, and then lay back down, pulling Mu Ye’s head down.
“So assertive,” Mu Ye rubbed his lips against Song Jianchu’s earlobe, tousling his hair, and whispered in his ear, “Does my boyfriend want me?”
Song Jianchu embraced Mu Ye’s back, tilted his head to adjust his breathing. He wanted to stay clear-headed but not too clear-headed. With closed eyes, he asked, “Is it not allowed?”
Mu Ye narrowed his eyes slowly, gripping his hand, and said, “Come here quickly.”
…
…
The air inside the blanket kept heating up, and Song Jianchu sweated profusely. In the narrow space, only their entangled breaths remained.
Mu Ye’s sweat dripped from his temples onto the back of Song Jianchu’s neck. He tightened his grip on his hand, continuously whispering words that made him blush and feel ashamed.
His boyfriend was too teasing, and Song Jianchu couldn’t help but furrow his brows and turn around, saying, “Teacher Mu, it’s okay to slow down.”
The light from the desk lamp faintly penetrated the blanket, outlining the contours of the man’s face, which appeared even deeper in the warm darkness. His eyes were filled with ripples of affection.
Mu Ye gently kissed his forehead and said, “No need to rush. From now on, you are mine.”
Mu Ye leaned down and hugged him, affectionately kissing his nape, and sighed in contentment, “I can’t bear to part with today’s Chu Chu.”
…
Late at night, Mint was snoozing by the bedroom door, and after several hours, the door finally opened.
Mu Ye came out with damp hair, wearing a bathrobe, and gently closed the door behind him.
Mint stood up, claws hooked onto the hem of the bathrobe, feeling neglected for the entire night, filled with complaints.
“Meow—”
“Shh.” Its owner looked lazy and lazily stroked its head. “Don’t meow.”
Mint softly meowed, “Meow…”
Mu Ye went to the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water, suppressing the lingering heat. He sat on the sofa with his phone and created a new group chat for four people.
[MY: Bai, Pei Shinian, Lu Shen]
[Bai: .]
[Lu Shen: …]
[Pei Shinian: ?]
[Bai: What time is it? What’s wrong with you???]
[Pei Shinian: Brother, are you feeling emo again? [Wiping sweat emoji]]
[MY: I confessed to Chu Chu [Shy emoji]]
[Bai: Accepted, congratulations.]
[Pei Shinian: Congratulations!!!]
[Lu Shen: Congratulations.]
[MY: Thank you [Shy emoji]]
[MY: [WeChat red envelope]]
People claimed their red envelopes.
[Pei Shinian: Thanks, brother! I’ll take the luck, and the next one to find a partner will be me! [Fist bump emoji]]
[Bai: Is there anything else? If not, I’m going to sleep.]
[MY: Wait, I have something to ask you.]
[Bai: ?]
[MY: I remember you and Old Lu got married after dating for two years, right?]
[Bai: Why? Thinking of getting married already just after starting to date?]
[Pei Shinian: Come on, bro [Panic emoji] You’re too eager. How old is Jianchu?]
[MY: What if I’m too late in preparing, and he proposes to me first? [Shy emoji]]
[Pei Shinian: Huh? Did Jianchu really say that?]
[Bai: Don’t believe him. [Wiping sweat emoji]]
[MY: He even said he’s the person in the world who loves me the most. [Shy emoji]]
[Pei Shinian: Brother, I know you want to show off, but at least stay in character. You’re making Jianchu completely OOC. [Awkward emoji]]
[Bai: Have you been drinking again?]
[MY: He also said he can’t be without me no matter what. [Shy emoji]]
[Lu Shen left the group chat]
[MY: : So I have to solidify our relationship quickly to give him a sense of security.]
[Bai left the group chat]
[MY: Sigh, I’m so lucky to have such an affectionate boyfriend.]
[Pei Shinian left the group chat]
Mu Ye still had more to say, but he didn’t get the chance to finish.
He opened Gu Jiaming’s chat window and sent a voice message: “Jiaming, are you asleep?”
[Gu Jiaming: Type. The child is sleeping. What’s the matter in the middle of the night?]
[MY: Today, I confessed to Chu Chu [Shy emoji]]
[Gu Jiaming: Did he pursue you?]
[MY: He said he likes me so much and wants to be with me no matter what [Shy emoji]]
[Gu Jiaming: This kid is really brave. Congratulations on your future together!]
[MY: Thank you [Shy emoji]]
[Gu Jiaming: But I didn’t expect you to date a younger guy.]
[MY: I didn’t expect it either.]
[Gu Jiaming: Well, life is full of surprises.]
[MY: Yeah, he’s so young and he’s with me. I have to take responsibility for him.】
Gu Jiaming’s scalp tingled, and his eyelids twitched.
[Gu Jiaming: … What kind of responsibility do you have in mind?]
[MY: I want to propose to him at the concert. What do you think?]
[Gu Jiaming: ?]
Gu Jiaming sat up on the bed, took a deep breath, and his fingers trembled.
[Gu Jiaming: Say that again? What are you going to do at the concert??]
[MY: It’s just an idea, still need to plan it [Smiling emoji]]
[MY: Sleep well, goodnight Jiaming.]
[Gu Jiaming: Wait a minute!!]
[Gu Jiaming: Mu Ye! Explain yourself clearly! What are you going to do at our concert?!]
Ignoring Gu Jiaming’s voice call, Mu Ye turned off his phone and returned to the bedroom, sitting by the bed.
The intimacy they had just shared wasn’t enough for him; instead, it made him even more eager and restless.
He resisted for a moment, but in the end, he couldn’t hold back.
Mu Ye, like an unsatisfied cat, tugged on his boyfriend’s sleeve lightly and softly called out, “Chu Chu.”
Song Jianchu was in deep sleep and didn’t wake up.
Mu Ye sat by the bed, eagerly watching for a while, sighed regretfully, and gently rubbed Song Jianchu’s hair.
Gazing at the tranquil expression on the sleeping boy’s face for a few seconds, a mischievous smile flickered in Mu Ye’s eyes.
He leaned closer, pressing against his little lover’s ear and whispered, “Baby, you can’t escape now.”