After Marrying Professor Song 25

Chapter 25

Lu Xuefeng quickly realized he wasn’t a very good kisser.

But Song Muqing was.

He seemed to have a natural talent for it.

As their lips met, Lu Xuefeng’s hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

The kiss was slow and tender.

When they parted, Lu Xuefeng’s breathing was unsteady, his heart pounding.

Song Muqing, still holding his face, gently caressed his cheek, then kissed his slightly damp eyelashes.

“I wanted to kiss you this afternoon,” Song Muqing confessed.

He had resisted the urge until Lu Xuefeng’s lips brushed against his finger while eating the strawberry.

He hadn’t wanted to hold back any longer.

It had been a while since their first kiss.

Lu Xuefeng didn’t dislike it.

He didn’t speak, and Song Muqing’s gaze shifted, his fingers gently tracing the outline of Lu Xuefeng’s ear.

His ears always turned red when they kissed.

It was endearing.

But Song Muqing didn’t comment; Lu Xuefeng was easily flustered, and he didn’t want to embarrass him further.

They returned to the bedroom, and Lu Xuefeng went to find some clothes for Song Muqing.

He rummaged through the closet and finally found an oversized long-sleeved shirt his grandmother had bought him. It had been the wrong size, too big, so he had only worn it a few times to sleep.

With the heater on, the apartment was warm, so there was no need for thick clothing. This shirt would be sufficient for sleeping.

Lu Xuefeng held it up, comparing it to Song Muqing’s frame, thinking it should fit.

He also found a pair of pajama pants.

“The pants might be a bit short,” Lu Xuefeng said.

“It’s fine,” Song Muqing took the clothes.

But he didn’t go to the bathroom immediately. They still had one more issue to address.

They looked at each other.

Song Muqing set the clothes down, tilting his head slightly, his eyes questioning.

After a moment, Lu Xuefeng finally understood.

“The… underwear,” Lu Xuefeng said hesitantly, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t have any disposable ones. You’ll have to wear mine, or we can go buy some now.”

They hadn’t thought of this when they went grocery shopping; they hadn’t planned to stay here.

Lu Xuefeng was worried Song Muqing might mind, but it was late, and going out was a hassle.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” Song Muqing said.

They were married; there was no need for such formalities.

The clothes he had left here were mostly ones he rarely wore. Lu Xuefeng was meticulous about hygiene, and his clothes were always clean.

He opened the underwear drawer and took out a black pair. “These seem to be new, unworn.”

“Okay.”

Song Muqing took them without comment and went to shower.

He seemed completely at ease, not finding it awkward, which made Lu Xuefeng feel less self-conscious.

They shared a bed, had kissed, and now sharing clothes for a night wasn’t a big deal.

But something about sharing underwear felt strangely intimate.

Lu Xuefeng thought they weren’t that close yet.

But they were both adults; there was no need to be shy. He quickly dismissed the thought.

Song Muqing emerged from the bathroom, his hair slightly damp, not wearing his glasses.

The shirt fit him well enough, but the pants were indeed a bit short, exposing his ankles.

“The pants are short,” Lu Xuefeng commented.

“They’re fine,” Song Muqing wasn’t picky.

It was warm inside, so it didn’t matter, but his ankles would get cold outside.

Lu Xuefeng looked at the short pant legs, thinking Song Muqing’s legs seemed quite long.

Given his height, it made sense.

Song Muqing put his clothes in the washing machine, except for the underwear, which he hand-washed and hung up to dry.

Lu Xuefeng also washed up. After their clothes were dry and their hair was dry, they went to bed.

In their apartment at Lanyuan, they usually had books on their nightstands, reading before bed.

There were no books here, so they just looked at their phones, chatting.

Z University’s winter break was approaching, and Song Muqing asked about Lu Xuefeng’s work schedule and his vacation plans.

“Next month, I have one more dance drama premiering, then I can finally rest.”

Song Muqing nodded. “That’s soon.”

Neither of them had the habit of staying on their phones before bed, so after replying to messages, they simply chatted.

“Anywhere you want to go during the break?” Song Muqing asked.

“During Chinese New Year?”

“Yes, around that time.”

Lu Xuefeng hadn’t made any plans yet. He considered this. “Not really. I want to spend time with family.”

Both his grandmother and his new family; Chinese New Year was about family reunions. Moreover, the weather was too cold to travel comfortably.

Song Muqing agreed. “Alright, we can discuss it when the weather gets warmer.”

“Okay.”

Song Muqing told him to go to sleep, saying he would make breakfast in the morning.

But the next day, they were woken by sounds from outside.

The bed was warm and cozy, and Lu Xuefeng, still sleepy, snuggled closer to Song Muqing.

Song Muqing put his arm around him. “It’s still early. Probably Grandma.”

“…Yes.”

Lu Xuefeng knew his grandmother always woke up early.

Before her hospitalization, she always made breakfast for him.

Song Muqing was now mostly awake. It sounded like his grandmother was cooking. He told Lu Xuefeng to sleep a little longer and got out of bed.

After washing up, he saw his grandmother busy in the kitchen.

Seeing him, she asked, “Did I wake you?”

“No, I just happened to wake up.”

Song Muqing offered, “Let me do it, Grandma.”

He had planned to make breakfast this morning but hadn’t expected her to be up so early.

“No need, Xiao Song. I’m well-rested,” Deng Yuzhen replied, looking at him. “You young people should sleep more. Work must be tiring.”

“We’re resting well,” Song Muqing reassured her.

His grandmother turned off the heat, placing the freshly made omelets on a plate. “Try my omelets.”

She had made these countless times; it was one of Lu Xuefeng’s favorite breakfast dishes.

The golden-brown omelets, thin and soft, were stacked on the plate, topped with chopped ham and scallions, fragrant and appetizing.

Song Muqing leaned closer, inhaling the aroma. “They smell delicious.”

His grandmother smiled. “Have some more if you like them.”

Just then, Lu Xuefeng also woke up and came to the kitchen.

He heard their voices and saw his grandmother and Song Muqing chatting by the stove.

He didn’t interrupt them.

Song Muqing turned around, noticing him. “You’re awake?”

Lu Xuefeng replied, “I couldn’t sleep anymore.”

“Come, have some breakfast,” his grandmother called.

She had gone out to buy soy milk and youtiao, which were still warm.

During breakfast, she mentioned running into Aunt Chen downstairs.

They had chatted for a while, and Aunt Chen was happy to see her recover, asking about Lu Xuefeng and Song Muqing.

Lu Xuefeng smiled. “Aunt Chen is always so kind.”

“Yes, with her around, I have company.”

Aunt Chen and his grandmother were close, often visiting each other.

Lu Xuefeng nodded, eating his breakfast.

After breakfast, it was time for work.

Song Muqing went to retrieve his clothes, noticing they weren’t completely dry.

There was no dryer here, and clothes dried slowly in winter.

Fortunately, he hadn’t washed his overcoat, just his inner layers.

Lu Xuefeng, changing clothes in the bedroom, asked, “Would you like to wear my clothes again?”

Song Muqing shook his head. “No, I’ll go home after dropping you off at the theater.”

Song Muqing’s hair was slightly messy, not styled like usual, giving him a more casual look.

He put on his glasses and his overcoat.

He hadn’t changed his inner layers, simply putting the coat over them.

The dark overcoat was long enough to cover his clothes.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Lu Xuefeng dress in front of the mirror.

Lu Xuefeng put on a loose shirt over his inner layer, then paused, his hand on the buttons, his expression puzzled. “Go home?”

He was slender, and even bundled up in winter clothes, he didn’t look bulky.

He looked good.

Song Muqing stood up, retrieving Lu Xuefeng’s down jacket, handing it to him as he fastened the last button.

“I’ll go home and change.”

His words were cryptic, and Lu Xuefeng didn’t understand what he meant.

“Change what?”

“My underwear.”

Song Muqing replied, looking at him, then added, “…A bit tight.”

His tone was slow and deliberate, almost teasing.

Lu Xuefeng looked away, putting on his jacket.

He avoided looking at Song Muqing.

His ears felt warm.

Wearing his underwear and commenting on its tightness… It was clearly a suggestive remark.

Lu Xuefeng didn’t want to engage with this topic.

Song Muqing quietly observed him, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Like a watercolor painting, the color slowly spreading.

His heart skipped a beat.

Seeing his reaction, Song Muqing couldn’t help but chuckle softly, asking, “I meant the waistband is tight because you’re so thin. What were you thinking?”

What was he thinking?

It was clearly a rhetorical question.

Lu Xuefeng regained his composure, not falling for his trap.

He turned around, echoing Song Muqing’s previous response, turning the tables. “…What do you think I was thinking?”

He had been embarrassed just moments ago, but now he seemed calm and collected.

Only the faint blush on his ears remained.

Song Muqing observed his reaction, then calmly adjusted Lu Xuefeng’s collar.

His gaze lowered, his movements gentle and patient.

Lu Xuefeng didn’t resist.

Then, Song Muqing leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly.

A brief, tender kiss.

It made Lu Xuefeng’s heart flutter.

“You can think whatever you want,” Song Muqing said softly, his voice almost a whisper.