Chapter 74 Part 2

Zhong Nian felt it sounded off and pursed his lips without responding.

[How could the relationship not be good? They’ve already slept together and kissed. (death smile)]

[Yu, stop pretending to be nonchalant. Your teeth are probably grinding to dust.]

[He’s jealous now? On what grounds? Hilarious.]

At that moment, Ruan Zhuqing suddenly slapped her thigh and stood up anxiously: “Oh no, time’s up. I can’t stay away too long. I need to head back.”

Shuang Ye also reminded Jin Yi that it was time to go make lunch.

Zhong Nian checked the time: 11:30.

His Husband would be getting off work and coming home soon.

Thus, the “meeting” ended.

Zhong Nian opened the door for his guests and saw them off to the elevator, playing the perfect host.

But while the others headed to the elevator, Yu Jingshan dawdled, changing his shoes slowly in Zhong Nian’s apartment.

Zhong Nian stood at the door urging him: “They’re all leaving.”

Yu Jingshan acknowledged it but took his time. He leaned close to Zhong Nian’s ear and whispered, “If your Husband bullies you, just tell me. I’ll take care of him.”

Zhong Nian: “?”

Yu Jingshan made a throat-slitting gesture, his fox-like eyes full of mischief.

“…No need.” Zhong Nian didn’t take Yu Jingshan’s words too seriously.

This guy was never serious.

…

After seeing everyone off, Zhong Nian immediately tidied up the apartment.

He had a gut feeling that Mo Heng wouldn’t like strangers having been there, so he wanted to erase all traces before he returned and restore everything to its original state.

While he was washing the last cup, he heard the door open. He steadied himself, calmly finished rinsing the cup, and pretended to pour himself a glass of water.

“Baby—”

As soon as Mo Heng opened the door, he called out, holding a fresh bouquet in one hand and takeout lunch from outside in the other.

Unlike yesterday, Zhong Nian didn’t rush to greet him at the door this time.

Mo Heng set down the items, changed his shoes, and followed the sounds to the Kitchen. He was delighted to see his beautiful Little Wife.

He walked over, pulled him into his arms, and asked clingily, “Why didn’t Baby come welcome Husband home?”

The embrace inadvertently brushed against Zhong Nian’s chest. The tips beneath his clothes were still swollen and sensitive to any touch.

Zhong Nian had almost forgotten about it, but this contact made him draw a sharp breath. He hunched his shoulders inward, pushed at Mo Heng with his hand, and said irritably, “I’m drinking water. Don’t touch me yet.”

His tone was poor, laced with resentment.

Unexpectedly, Mo Heng noticed the stacked filtered cups and teapot by the sink. He grabbed Zhong Nian’s still-damp hand and asked, “Did we have guests over?”

Zhong Nian’s push paused. He quietly observed Mo Heng’s expression and probed indirectly: “What’s wrong? Do you hate having guests at home?”

Mo Heng just smiled without answering directly: “I’m just curious how Little Nian made so many friends here so quickly.”

His fingertip gently rubbed the back of Zhong Nian’s hand, his eyes smiling but inscrutable.

For some reason, Zhong Nian felt flustered under his gaze. He averted his eyes, his breathing steadying a bit: “I didn’t make any friends. No one came over. I was just bored at home and made a bunch of drinks by myself.”

Before Mo Heng could speak again, he preempted with a complaint: “It’s because you won’t let me go out. I actually want to meet more people.”

When his Little Wife was unhappy, Mo Heng’s tone softened immediately. He cooed gently: “Husband isn’t stopping Little Nian from making friends. It’s because there are too many bad people outside.”

“There aren’t that many bad people. I’m not an idiot; I can tell them apart myself.” Zhong Nian couldn’t understand the Man’s overprotectiveness and restrictions.

“Baby doesn’t know how likable you are.” Mo Heng sighed. “Anyone who sees you will definitely want to take you home and hide you away.”

“Aren’t you doing exactly that?” Zhong Nian’s pretty eyes slanted toward Mo Heng. “So you’re a bad person.”

He didn’t dare scold loudly; his voice was soft, like coquetry.

This look made Mo Heng chuckle: “I’m Husband. How can it be the same?”

He leaned down to kiss Zhong Nian’s cheek again, but Zhong Nian turned away, so the kiss landed on his temple. Mo Heng nuzzled affectionately, inhaling his scent.

“If bad people took Little Nian away, you’d suffer.”

Mo Heng’s tone was gentle, like sweet nothings between lovers. “The bad people would lick Little Nian’s mouth like a dog, eat Little Nian’s tongue, stuff filthy things right into Little Nian’s belly—no matter how much Little Nian cries or begs, they won’t show mercy.”

Each word, along with his hot breath, reached Zhong Nian’s ears. Zhong Nian widened his eyes in disbelief, wondering if he’d misheard.

“Only Husband can do these things.” Mo Heng continued without any normal person’s shame. “Little Nian can only give them to Husband alone, got it?”

The abnormal words and gaze sent a shiver through Zhong Nian, flushing his face with embarrassment. He was speechless.

“…”

How could this person say such shameless things out loud?

It clearly sounded like Mo Heng wanted to do these bad things to him himself.

Zhong Nian didn’t want to continue this weird topic. Without responding, he used his arm to block the chest pressing closer: “Alright, let’s eat lunch.”

“Wait a bit.” Mo Heng pulled back his escaping waist, his other hand pinching Zhong Nian’s nape from behind—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to prevent escape.

“Baby hasn’t given Husband his welcome kiss yet.”

“You just kissed me.” Zhong Nian’s eye corners flushed red, his expression embarrassed and displeased. He pursed his lips, making his cheeks puff slightly, the dimples like honey traps that could drown someone.

“That was me taking the initiative.” Mo Heng’s fingers lightly caressed his waist through the fabric, enough to make one tremble. “Baby didn’t run out to greet Husband today, so you owe an extra one.”

Zhong Nian didn’t know if this was a rule all couples followed.

Welcome kisses, farewell kisses—Mo Heng kissed him four or five times a day around work. If it was like this every day, his mouth would go numb.

He didn’t want to, but his Husband was extremely persistent and wouldn’t stop until he got his way.

At first, Zhong Nian resisted, but after last night’s explorations, the Man had mapped out most of his body’s weak points.

Just a few fingers stroking and kneading his nape made goosebumps rise, his waist go soft, and a sharp ache at his tailbone.

“O-Okay… stop touching me.” Zhong Nian couldn’t stand the torturous sensation. He grabbed Mo Heng’s shirt, bit his red lip. “I’ll kiss you.”

A glint of amusement flashed in Mo Heng’s eyes. He hummed in acknowledgment.

Deliberately, Mo Heng didn’t lower his head or bend down, making it difficult for his much shorter Little Wife.

Zhong Nian tiptoed to reach, but just as their lips nearly met, Mo Heng lifted his chin and dodged, watching Zhong Nian’s shy frustration with leisure.

The first miss Zhong Nian thought was an accident, but after his toes ached from tiptoeing several times back and forth, he realized it was intentional.

He got angry, his eyes reddening: “I’m not kissing anymore!”

Seeing he’d truly annoyed him, Mo Heng suppressed his upturned lips and cooed quickly: “Husband’s bad. As punishment, Husband won’t eat—just Baby’s saliva.”

Zhong Nian: “…?”

Before he could react, his mouth was pried open.