After Marrying Professor Song 42

Chapter 42

Song Muqing, his own desire still burning, went to make dinner.

Lu Xuefeng followed him to the kitchen, slightly embarrassed.

He leaned closer, asking, “What are we having?” Song Muqing had asked him earlier, but he was too hungry to think, telling him to make whatever he wanted.

“Fried rice, okay?”

Song Muqing, seeing leftover rice in the refrigerator, decided on a quick and easy meal.

Lu Xuefeng’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”

Song Muqing found some Chinese sausage his grandmother had given them, sliced it, rehydrated some dried mushrooms, and chopped some onions.

The process was simple, not requiring any assistance.

Lu Xuefeng watched him, having learned a few things from observing him in the kitchen lately.

Each step seemed easy, yet Song Muqing always managed to make delicious food.

And he was always tidy, his movements efficient, seemingly enjoying the process. He was a good cook and a clean freak, a perfect combination.

He sautéed the onions, then added the sausage and mushrooms, stirring until fragrant, the aroma filling the kitchen. It already looked delicious. He added the rice. Day-old rice was perfect for fried rice.

After stirring it evenly, he added some chopped scallions and served it on two plates.

Just enough for two.

Fried rice could be a bit dry, so he also made egg drop soup with seaweed.

He brought the food to the table.

Lu Xuefeng was already sitting there, waiting.

Song Muqing asked how it tasted.

Lu Xuefeng gave him a thumbs-up, praising his cooking enthusiastically.

They were both hungry and quickly finished everything.

Lu Xuefeng patted his full stomach, looking at the empty plates, feeling satisfied.

They sat for a while, chatting idly.

Song Muqing gathered the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.

Lu Xuefeng, in a good mood, walked over and hugged him from behind.

Song Muqing smiled to himself, not saying anything, continuing with his task.

Lu Xuefeng’s hand started wandering, exploring the firm muscles of his waist.

Song Muqing rinsed the last plate, then stopped his hand.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he raised an eyebrow.

Lu Xuefeng chuckled, his hand stilling.

He noticed Song Muqing’s hand was warm, despite having just been in cold water.

He leaned closer, tilting his head slightly. “Song Muqing, where did you get these muscles? Have you been secretly working out?”

Song Muqing chuckled, amused. “I’ve always had them.”

Lu Xuefeng gave him a skeptical look. He had noticed his physique during their first intimate encounter, and it was still well-maintained.

“Besides,” Song Muqing turned to him, his tone suggestive, “haven’t we been exercising?”

He emphasized the word “exercising.”

Lu Xuefeng’s face warmed slightly. “What kind of exercise?”

Song Muqing looked at him, replying seriously, “Core workouts. Every day.”

“…” Lu Xuefeng was momentarily speechless, meeting his gaze. He pushed him playfully, laughing. “Don’t exaggerate.”

Song Muqing smiled, pulling him into a hug.

He whispered against his ear, “You wouldn’t let me.”

Lu Xuefeng’s ears felt warm.

Song Muqing bent down slightly and lifted him into his arms. His embrace was strong and secure.

Lu Xuefeng relaxed, his arms around his neck.

He felt Song Muqing walking towards the bedroom.

He was still full from dinner.

“Let’s watch a movie,” he suggested.

“Hmm?”

Being carried, his line of sight was higher, and he looked down at Song Muqing. “I’m still full.”

So, Song Muqing changed direction, carrying him to the living room. He turned off the overhead light and turned on the projector.

They browsed their movie selection, finally choosing one they both hadn’t seen.

Lu Xuefeng sat on the sofa with a cushion in his lap.

After half an hour, he patted the space beside him, inviting Song Muqing to join him. Song Muqing sat down, and Lu Xuefeng immediately lay down, resting his head on his lap.

They watched the movie like this for another twenty minutes.

Lu Xuefeng, looking at the handsome male lead, commented, “He doesn’t look as good in a suit as you do.”

Song Muqing looked down at him in the dim light. “Really?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” Song Muqing caressed his cheek. “Then which outfit in my closet do you like best?”

Lu Xuefeng thought they all looked good on him, but after a moment, he said, “The dark gray double-breasted suit.” The color was sophisticated, the slightly loose fit flattering, making him look elegant and refined.

Song Muqing remembered the suit; he had only worn it once.

He hadn’t realized Lu Xuefeng had such a strong impression of it.

Lu Xuefeng continued watching the movie, but Song Muqing’s mind was elsewhere, recalling Lu Xuefeng’s teasing words about liking him in a suit. The memory made his heart race.

After a while, he said, “Wait for me,” and went to the bedroom. Lu Xuefeng sat up, watching him leave, then returned his attention to the movie.

Soon, Song Muqing emerged, seemingly having changed clothes. As he approached, the light from the screen illuminated his figure.

Lu Xuefeng smiled, slightly surprised. “Why did you suddenly change clothes?”

Song Muqing was wearing the suit he had mentioned. His tie was neatly knotted, his glasses on. The flickering light from the screen played across his handsome features.

“Didn’t you say you liked it?” He sat beside him, leaning closer, gazing into Lu Xuefeng’s eyes.

Lu Xuefeng’s heart pounded, but he met his gaze.

Then he reached out, tugging on his tie, pulling him closer, their faces inches apart. The air between them thickened with desire. The movie continued playing, the dialogue and music fading into the background.

Lu Xuefeng blinked slowly, his voice husky. “Professor Song, are you trying to seduce me?”

Song Muqing didn’t deny it. “To the point of wanting to rip your clothes off?” He repeated Lu Xuefeng’s words, taking his hand, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, the sound incredibly alluring. “I’ll let you,” he said.