Chapter 50
Jiang Chaochao felt so cowardly he wanted to curse himself.
While showering, he was so frustrated he almost punched the wall, but since that was too dramatic, he stopped himself.
As he showered…
Jiang Chaochao sighed.
As he showered…
Jiang Chaochao thought, This is to protect Xiang Ye, it was broad daylight, and the curtains weren’t drawn.
As he showered…
Jiang Chaochao sighed again, What am I even making excuses for?
When Jiang Chaochao came out of the bathroom, he found that the curtains were already drawn, and Xiang Ye was lying properly in bed, quietly. The whole room was filled with the atmosphere of sleep.
Jiang Chaochao took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The energy he had mustered before leaving the bathroom instantly deflated.
What else could he do? He might as well sleep too.
Just like at home, Xiang Ye slept on the left side of the bed, and Jiang Chaochao on the right.
Afraid of disturbing Xiang Ye, Jiang Chaochao carefully got into bed, carefully moved, carefully lay down.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Chaochao’s head touched the pillow, Xiang Ye, who was lying on his side facing him, opened his eyes.
Not the kind of blurry eyes one has after waking up mid-sleep, but a clear and alert gaze.
“You’re not asleep?” Jiang Chaochao said.
Xiang Ye: “Can’t sleep.”
Jiang Chaochao: “Weren’t you very sleepy?”
Xiang Ye: “Why do you think I can’t sleep?”
This sentence immediately shifted the atmosphere to something less innocent.
“Should, I,” Jiang Chaochao smiled faintly, “Know?”
Xiang Ye: “You shouldn’t not know.”
Xiang Ye was very capable. Jiang Chaochao instantly entered that familiar state, his heart suddenly racing, his body softening.
He didn’t respond, he also didn’t know how alluring he looked at this moment, staring at Xiang Ye with wide, bright eyes.
“Jiang Chaochao,” Xiang Ye said.
His full name was a danger signal; Jiang Chaochao already had a conditioned reflex.
Jiang Chaochao: “Mm-hmm.”
Xiang Ye suddenly leaned closer, but stopped just inches away from Jiang Chaochao.
Jiang Chaochao almost couldn’t breathe, he blinked.
Xiang Ye also blinked, then moved even closer, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Jiang Chaochao’s.
It wasn’t a new thing, but Jiang Chaochao suddenly recalled the image of Xiang Ye’s nose nuzzling something else yesterday.
The image was impactful, the blood rushing in Jiang Chaochao’s ears so loudly he could almost hear it.
Xiang Ye’s nuzzling made Jiang Chaochao’s nose itch. His nose itched, and his heart itched. Unable to wait any longer, Jiang Chaochao tilted his head up slightly, wanting to kiss Xiang Ye.
But Xiang Ye dodged.
Jiang Chaochao opened his eyes slightly and stared at Xiang Ye.
Xiang Ye smiled mischievously, took the initiative to lean in, and lightly pecked Jiang Chaochao’s lips, a conciliatory gesture.
Jiang Chaochao leaned in again, but Xiang Ye dodged again.
He had just been appeased…
Jiang Chaochao turned his head, about to move away, when Xiang Ye hugged him.
This person didn’t say anything, he propped himself up with his elbow on the bed beside Jiang Chaochao’s shoulder, cupped his face, and kissed him.
Jiang Chaochao realized that Xiang Ye really liked cupping his face.
While kissing him, he would occasionally play with his ears, play with his chin.
Very comfortable.
Jiang Chaochao was once again disarmed by Xiang Ye, becoming docile and compliant.
The deep kiss ended, and Jiang Chaochao opened his eyes blearily.
The hotel pillows were very soft, white. Jiang Chaochao lay flat, his head sinking into the pillow. He had a lot of soft hair, spread out across the pillow.
Coupled with his current gaze and moist lips, perhaps one word could accurately describe him.
Appetizing.
“Baby.”
Xiang Ye caught Jiang Chaochao’s hand, which was reaching for his neck, and kissed the back of his hand, then his palm.
Jiang Chaochao: “Mm-hmm.”
Xiang Ye placed Jiang Chaochao’s hand on his face, “I really like you.”
Xiang Ye’s gaze was so affectionate that Jiang Chaochao was momentarily distracted, losing his pure love facade.
Why “momentarily”? Because in the next second, Xiang Ye put Jiang Chaochao’s finger in his mouth.
Jiang Chaochao’s mind went blank.
What pure love?
Xiang Ye’s affection wasn’t just expressed with his mouth, he started kissing Jiang Chaochao.
Even though Jiang Chaochao had told himself to try not to make any noise, he still couldn’t help but let out a few moans.
Then he realized that Xiang Ye seemed to like it.
It showed in Xiang Ye’s slight intensification after hearing the sounds.
Jiang Chaochao stopped pretending. Restraint didn’t do him any good anyway.
The hotel blanket was also very soft, and Xiang Ye burrowed under it.
Gradually, Jiang Chaochao lost all focus, his hands grabbing blindly.
After a while, Xiang Ye emerged from under the blanket and shared a long kiss with Jiang Chaochao.
At the end of the kiss, Jiang Chaochao felt Xiang Ye’s fingers.
Jiang Chaochao, although mentally prepared, still nervously grabbed Xiang Ye’s arm.
“Relax,” Xiang Ye said.
Jiang Chaochao tried to relax, and murmured, “Can you…?”
Xiang Ye was amused by Jiang Chaochao, “I… I can’t hear that.”
Jiang Chaochao whispered, “That’s not what I meant.”
Xiang Ye kissed Jiang Chaochao, “I know,” he said again, “I’m learning.”
Jiang Chaochao: “Mm-hmm.”
Xiang Ye: “Tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”
Jiang Chaochao: “Mm-hmm.”
Jiang Chaochao held Xiang Ye tightly, his tense fingertips betraying his nervousness. Although his eyes were fixed on Xiang Ye, his entire attention was under the blanket.
Until…
Jiang Chaochao frowned slightly.
Xiang Ye: “I love you, baby.”
Jiang Chaochao instantly hugged Xiang Ye’s head.
This…
Ah…
Jiang Chaochao held his breath, unable to make a sound for several seconds.
Xiang Ye lowered his head and kissed him, also holding his hand.
After slowly exhaling, Jiang Chaochao seemed to have recovered a bit.
And it also seemed like, something was different.
He hugged Xiang Ye’s neck again, slightly loosening his hold.
The air became hot again.
Also a bit humid.
The blanket couldn’t contain them and had unknowingly been kicked to the side, falling off the bed.
Xiang Ye was very gentle, and Jiang Chaochao quickly adapted.
And he decided that Xiang Ye was an excellent student.
The excellent student even took the lead. Jiang Chaochao buried his face in the pillow, his eyes not opening once.
His ears muffled by the pillow, he could hear his own soft moans.
Sometimes he thought about controlling himself, but he never had the chance.
After a long, hazy period, Xiang Ye suddenly leaned down and hugged Jiang Chaochao.
…
Jiang Chaochao’s throat was almost dry.
And he was completely spent.
