The sweet aroma of lychee largely dispelled the resistance in Yan Xun’s heart. At this moment, the originally neat dark blue pajamas were being unbuttoned one by one by someone.
Chu Tingyun kissed his way from Yan Xun’s neck to the deep indentation of his collarbone. This time, due to the injury, the man’s movements were very gentle, leaving only faint, petal-like red marks. But the overly gentle touch only provoked a stronger desire. Yan Xun’s breathing grew heavier, and even the soft moans became hot and humid. He finally began to respond slowly to the other person.
Before getting under the covers, Chu Tingyun had taken off his robe and come to hold Yan Xun without even wearing shorts. So at this moment, Yan Xun didn’t need to pull off any obstructive clothing; he could touch everything of that person just by placing his hands. Yan Xun caressed the man’s bare back, and at that moment, the latter had eagerly pressed his chest against Yan Xun’s face. In such matters, Chu Tingyun, with his foreign blood and overseas experiences, was evidently much more uninhibited than Yan Xun. He was extremely enthusiastic, enjoying, and clearly and decisively knew how to bring himself pleasure.
Most of the time, he was the guide for Yan Xun.
“Xunxun…”
The man was kneeling and lying on top of Yan Xun, hugging his head with all his strength, almost as if he was trying to pull the latter into his embrace. Rough, ambiguous, and damp sounds intertwined, making it incredibly exhilarating. At this moment, Yan Xun withdrew his wet fingers and reached towards the drawer at the head of the bed, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Chu Tingyun. In the darkness, Yan Xun heard the man’s low laughter.
“Blindfolded, can you tell the front from the back?”
When Yan Xun used this for the first time, he had no idea there was a front and back, and when Chu Tingyun discovered this, it was as if he had uncovered a great secret.
Yan Xun and Jiang Jingshu had never been to bed.
This discovery greatly pleased Chu Tingyun.
“…”
At this moment, Yan Xun did not speak but answered with his actions. He wore the blindfold, bit open the packaging, and could distinguish the front from the back with a touch.
“Our Xunxun is really amazing.”
The other person rewarded him with a kiss on his lips.
Yan Xun touched the injured corner of his mouth and tasted a bit of slightly sweet blood. But then, Chu Tingyun took the item from his hand and threw it on the floor.
“But not tonight.”
Saying this, he straightened up, straddling Yan Xun, and then slowly, slowly sat down. At this moment, Chu Tingyun trembled uncontrollably, as if trying hard to suppress any sound. This difficult process did not last long because their bodies were already very familiar with each other. The most secret and tender skin rubbed against each other, and the sound of water was enough to make one’s whole body tingle. Men are always creatures of desire, and even Yan Xun couldn’t avoid sinking into it at this moment. He cooperated with Chu Tingyun’s movements but gradually became impatient, seeming to resent the slow pace of the other and began to take the initiative.
Every time this happened, he felt extremely ashamed and disgraceful about his normal physiological and psychological reactions. Thus, he deceived himself into hoping for a quick end. So every time, Chu Tingyun was the one to initiate the teasing, but the one who ended up hoisting the other down and making him hoarse was the one being teased.
In reality, this could not be considered a perfect and warm wedding night in the traditional sense; it was more like two awkward souls forced to bond together for warmth.
When it ended, Yan Xun finally removed the blindfold. Only then did he realize that Chu Tingyun’s entire face was wet with tears, which had also dampened his forehead and neck.
“I’m sorry…”
Yan Xun thought he was in pain.
But the next second, Chu Tingyun, with tears in his eyes, laughed.
“Carry me to wash up, little husband.”
He reached out his hands to hook Yan Xun’s neck, his voice husky as if he was acting coquettishly.
“You’ve made me so dirty…”
This sentence made Yan Xun’s breath catch sharply, as if his entire body’s blood had boiled for a moment, but his face remained unchanged. Then, he picked up Chu Tingyun horizontally and walked into the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with appropriately warm water. After placing Chu Tingyun in it, Yan Xun intended to wash himself off next to it. But at that moment, Chu Tingyun hooked his leg with his foot.
“Come back.”
He said in a half-commanding tone,
“Clean yourself up first.”
“…”
In any case, everything was done and it was already three in the morning.
Chu Tingyun, exhausted to the point of utter fatigue, finally obediently fell asleep, but Yan Xun could not. He quietly left the bedroom and wandered on the balcony.
Before agreeing to marry Chu Tingyun, Yan Xun had called his mother.
He wanted to tell her, “Mom, I’m sorry. My business failed, I owe a lot of money, and I might not be able to support your life abroad as I did before.”
But before Yan Xun could say anything, his mother said that Xiao Chu had already called her.
She said Chu Tingyun was very nice, had changed their house to a bigger one, found a better hospital, and could help Lin Ran get in touch with schools and high-paying jobs abroad.
She chattered excitedly and happily, and finally reminded him especially:
“Xunxun, don’t worry. Mom is very open-minded. It’s okay that you like men. Just live well with Xiao Chu.”
“…Mm.”
Yan Xun closed his eyes and couldn’t say any more.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through the few contacts, finally stopping at Zhou Ze’s number.
But at that moment, Zhou Ze happened to call him.
He told Yan Xun that he had been robbed in Australia, lost his wallet, was penniless, and had been beaten up by a kangaroo.
Zhou Ze cried, “Yan Xun, I miss home so much, I miss you, I want to come back, woo waaa…”
From so far away, Yan Xun couldn’t do anything. In the end, he could only tell Zhou Ze:
“Go cry at the embassy. At least it will be safer.”
After Zhou Ze finished crying, he finally remembered to ask:
“Yan Xun, how are you?”
“…Mm.”
“What’s wrong? You don’t sound right. Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?”
Since they had grown up together, Zhou Ze could almost sense Yan Xun’s emotions from a single tone.
Yan Xun was silent for a moment and replied, “…We broke up.”
“Ah????”
Zhou Ze was extremely shocked.
“Broken up?!”
Not long ago, Zhou Ze had said he would come back to see Yan Xun, but now the other party was ditching his friend to be with his girlfriend? How did they break up so quickly?!
As a good buddy for over ten years, Zhou Ze knew exactly how great Yan Xun was.
Handsome, smart, good at studying and making money, can cook and play guitar, outwardly cold but actually very soft-hearted, gentle, considerate, and very family-oriented.
With a ten-level filter of a good buddy, Zhou Ze felt that Yan Xun would be more than enough to date a fairy.
“How did you break up? Did you have a fight? Oh, girls need to be pampered. Be more generous, let it go.”
“It’s not her fault.”
Yan Xun couldn’t tell Zhou Ze the truth and didn’t want to speak ill of his ex, so he finally said,
“It’s me… I’m with someone else.”
Yan Xun couldn’t even say he liked someone else; he just said he was with someone else.
Zhou Ze was shocked to the extreme: “Damn! You cheated?!!”
“…It’s not cheating, just a normal breakup.”
Zhou Ze took a minute to digest this, meaning his good buddy Yan Xun had changed his affections from the long-time crush, Jiang Jingshu, and got involved with someone else.
…Alright.
Although this behavior seemed a bit jerk-like, Zhou Ze still stood by his buddy.
“So, how’s your new girlfriend? Got any photos? Show me!”
Zhou Ze was very curious.
He remembered Jiang Jingshu was already quite good-looking. What kind of celestial being could make Yan Xun change his mind?
But the next second, he heard the other person say.
“It’s not a new girlfriend; he’s a man.”
At that moment, Yan Xun suddenly made a decision and told Zhou Ze,
“We… are getting married.”
And then—
Yan Xun really did marry Chu Tingyun.
At three in the morning on their wedding night, he had been wandering on the balcony for a long time before finally lighting a cigarette.
In the snowy mountain villa, Chu Tingyun always liked to kiss him when smoking, so Yan Xun had gradually gotten used to it from initially being unable to accept it.
The nicotine numbed his brain, as if for a moment he had really escaped from the mire of pain.
But it was only a fleeting illusion.
When he deeply inhaled the smoke, Yan Xun was still choked badly, even shedding tears from the irritation.
He didn’t understand what he was suffering from, nor did he know why he couldn’t sleep.
Yan Xun only remembered that he eventually extinguished the cigarette, ate a lot of lychee candy, and finally managed to doze off in the early morning light.
The deep fatigue blurred his consciousness and seemed to take away the previous discomfort.
Yan Xun finally felt a bit of relief.
At that moment, he suddenly thought
If only he could forget everything just like falling asleep.
However…
Three years later, after an accident had made Yan Xun forget everything, he began to wish
If only he could remember everything right away.
At this moment, lying on the 1.8-meter double bed, Yan Xun couldn’t sleep.
He was still thinking about meeting Jiang Yuheng in the mall today, and also thinking about why he had dated Jiang Jingshu in the past.
Yan Xun knew very well that he didn’t like Jingshu, and she didn’t like him either. Although she had a special affection for him during high school, it was more like kindness towards a younger brother.
But what Yan Xun cared about most at this moment was Chu Tingyun’s thoughts.
The other person said he hated the Jiang family, so why was he willing to marry Jiang Jingshu’s ex-boyfriend?
Buzz buzz.
At that moment, his phone WeChat vibrated.
Yan Xun opened it and, as expected, it was a message from Chu Tingyun.
Xueshan: Still not asleep?
These three words made Yan Xun check the time; it was almost one.
Usually, he would go to sleep at 10:30 or 11. He had thought about things for too long today and it was indeed quite late.
Yan Xun: Mm, can’t sleep.
Xueshan: Do you want to eat lychees?
Yan Xun: ?
He didn’t understand Chu Tingyun’s sudden and irrelevant question, but after thinking about it, he replied
Yan Xun: Does eating lychees help with insomnia?
Mainly because he remembered that eating too much of this might cause heat.
Xueshan: Well… scientifically, lychees don’t seem to have a therapeutic effect on insomnia.
This statement made Yan Xun struggle to follow Chu Tingyun’s train of thought. If lychees didn’t have a therapeutic effect on insomnia, why mention them suddenly?
As soon as this confusion appeared in his mind, Yan Xun received a new message from Chu Tingyun.
Xueshan: But I bought some for you. Do you want to eat them?
Yan Xun: ?
Yan Xun: !!!
He jumped out of bed, ran barefoot to the balcony, and yanked open the window to look down.
Sure enough, that familiar and flashy Lamborghini was parked at the entrance of the building downstairs.
But the familiar person was not there.
Yan Xun squinted and searched below, when he suddenly heard the password lock at the door open.
He immediately turned around and saw Chu Tingyun walking in with a large bouquet made of lychees.
In fact, this scene, purely from the visual perspective, looked very much like an idol drama.
After all, Chu Tingyun’s face was quite suitable for an idol drama.
Yan Xun even felt that if his high school female classmates had seen this, they would probably have screamed.
But he didn’t understand why Chu Tingyun would bring such a large bouquet of lychees in the middle of the night.
“Here.”
Yan Xun felt a weight in his arms, and suddenly his vision was filled with bright red lychees. For a moment, Yan Xun even felt like he had become Yang Guifei, surrounded by lychees.
“What is this…?”
“It’s for eating.”
“…”
Of course, Yan Xun knew it was for eating. What he wanted to ask was why Chu Tingyun had come all the way from the Jiang family to deliver lychees in the middle of the night.
At this moment, Chu Tingyun, who had a cleanliness obsession, immediately put the lychees into Yan Xun’s arms and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Yan Xun had questions, so he followed him closely and asked,
“Chu Tingyun, aren’t you supposed to be staying at the Jiang family’s house tonight?”
“Mm.”
Chu Tingyun squeezed some hand soap and washed his hands carefully, replying,
“So, I went to the Jiang family, stayed for a while, and then specifically waited until after midnight before coming back.”
Yan Xun: “…”
He tried to understand what Chu Tingyun meant.
In other words, the so-called “tonight” for him meant before midnight. After midnight is the next day, so Chu Tingyun had returned from the Jiang family.
Well, it makes sense logically.
But…
Yan Xun looked down at the bright red lychees in his arms.
“Then why did you suddenly buy me lychees?”
Chu Tingyun dried his hands and turned to him,
“You used to have trouble sleeping at night and liked to eat these.”
“?”
Trouble sleeping?
Yan Xun remembered that he had always slept well and had a healthy routine. And eating lychees to help sleep? What a strange new habit.
Yan Xun couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to stop thinking about it. People’s tastes and habits change; it’s normal.
So he placed the lychee bouquet on the table, washed his hands, and picked a few to taste.
Lychees are not in season in late October, so it was probably quite hard to get them. But they tasted quite good, very sweet.
Chu Tingyun leaned in and asked him, “How does it taste?”
Yan Xun replied, “Very sweet.”
Chu Tingyun then asked, “Are you sleepy?”
“?”
To not disappoint Chu Tingyun for his middle-of-the-night effort, Yan Xun hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
“…I guess I am a bit.”
Chu Tingyun nodded with reserved approval: “Then let’s go to sleep.”
Yan Xun: “?”
