Chapter 43
Lu Xuefeng’s heart skipped a beat. Song Muqing, looking like that, saying such things… it was a deliberate seduction.
He didn’t hesitate, pushing him against the back of the sofa and straddling him.
Song Muqing raised an eyebrow, his arms around Lu Xuefeng’s waist. They looked at each other, the light from the screen illuminating Lu Xuefeng’s soft hair. His expression was unreadable.
Lu Xuefeng’s gaze lingered on his chest, then he looked up, his voice low. “Professor Song, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
Song Muqing knew he couldn’t resist him.
He tightened his hold on Lu Xuefeng’s waist, pulling him closer.
He didn’t answer, asking instead, “Do you like it?”
Lu Xuefeng chuckled, his answer straightforward. “I do.” He liked it very much.
His hands were still on Song Muqing’s chest. His hair was perfectly styled, his eyes intense behind his glasses. Lu Xuefeng loosened his tie, then unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, revealing a hint of his collarbone.
Song Muqing’s body tensed.
Lu Xuefeng’s fingers traced the skin of his collarbone, his touch cool against his warm skin.
Song Muqing’s breath hitched. Lu Xuefeng’s gaze never left his eyes. They both seemed restrained, but their eyes held a burning intensity.
Song Muqing’s breathing deepened. Seeing Lu Xuefeng pause, he asked softly, “Is that all?”
Lu Xuefeng smiled, his lips close to his ear. “It’s more exciting with clothes on. We’ll take them off later.”
Song Muqing kissed him, his hand guiding Lu Xuefeng’s, unfastening his belt. The click echoed in the room. His kiss deepened, turning possessive, his teeth nipping at Lu Xuefeng’s lip.
His hot breath against Lu Xuefeng’s ear made him shiver. He gently sucked on his earlobe, holding him tightly, his voice husky and seductive. “Director Lu, be a good boy today and reward me.”
His voice was so low and sensual that it was impossible to refuse.
But when Lu Xuefeng tried, he found it difficult. He held onto Song Muqing’s shoulders, his breath coming in short gasps, his head tilted back slightly, exposing his long, elegant neck.
After a while, he buried his face in Song Muqing’s shoulder, trying to relax, his body trembling slightly as he moved against him. Lu Xuefeng’s “later” lasted for a long time, and it wasn’t just once. Song Muqing remained composed, his suit impeccable, while Lu Xuefeng was a mess. He even teased him, pressing him down, saying, “Weren’t you full? Why are you so weak… hmm?” Lu Xuefeng wanted to bite him. Later, he understood what Song Muqing meant by “strength.” Once he stopped holding back, Song Muqing’s touch became more forceful.
The movie ended, the background noise fading. The only sound in the living room was the sound of their bodies moving together. After they finished on the sofa, Song Muqing carried him to the bedroom.
Lu Xuefeng had to admit, making love with his clothes on was more intense. Song Muqing’s hair fell across his face, his glasses still on. Lu Xuefeng couldn’t help but cry out, his eyes reddened, a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure overwhelming him. He vaguely remembered taking off Song Muqing’s suit much later. Even just his shirt was enough to drive him wild. The pleasure was intense, his moans disjointed, his body trembling. But his dancer’s body was flexible, able to endure any position. They were perfectly in sync, lost in a wave of passion.
The next morning, when Lu Xuefeng woke up, Song Muqing was still beside him. He suddenly remembered it was the weekend, no wonder Song Muqing had been so unrestrained. They had fallen asleep in the guest bedroom; the master bedroom was a mess. Lu Xuefeng was sore all over. He leaned against Song Muqing, the memories of last night flooding back. Song Muqing hadn’t worn a condom… He had had to take care of it himself later. The sensation was still vivid. Lu Xuefeng’s face burned; he would never tease him again. But he had to admit, seeing Song Muqing during their intimacy, his glasses still on, had been incredibly sexy. Irresistible.
Song Muqing, feeling him stir, woke up, his arms tightening around him. “Morning, Xuefeng.”
“It’s not morning anymore,” Lu Xuefeng replied, his voice hoarse. Song Muqing chuckled, his chest vibrating against Lu Xuefeng’s back. He kissed his forehead, his hand gently massaging his waist. “I’m at your service today,” he said, his voice warm and sated. Song Muqing was always considerate, taking care of him after their intimacy. He had been especially thorough last night, applying ointment. They spent the day together, cleaning up, eating, simply enjoying each other’s company. It was blissful.
They sat together on the beanbag chairs in the study, reading the same book, the afternoon sun warm and gentle. The weather was getting warmer, and Lu Xuefeng was wearing a thin shirt, the loose collar revealing faint marks. There were more elsewhere. He had initially thought he was taking advantage of Song Muqing, but now it seemed the other way around. Thinking of this, he smiled faintly. Song Muqing closed the book, leaning down and kissing his ear. “Hmm?” he whispered. “What are you smiling about? Tell me.”
Lu Xuefeng replied, “Song Muqing, you’re taking advantage of me.” Song Muqing chuckled, nuzzling his ear. “Yes, I am,” he agreed easily, disarming Lu Xuefeng, who told him he was annoying.
A week later, they received the edited photos. Dozens of beautiful shots, each carefully chosen by them. Xiao He was truly talented, capturing their emotions. Lu Xuefeng and Song Muqing were pleased. They picked up the photos, the framed prints, and the album, spending the weekend setting up a photo wall. It looked nice. They also placed framed photos on their nightstands and in the study. The previously bare walls were now filled with their love. Later, when Mu Ting came over with the family portrait, she saw the photos and smiled, repeating, “Wonderful, wonderful.” She loved them. She kept a copy of the unedited photos and shared a few on WeChat, receiving many compliments.
After decorating, Lu Xuefeng lay on the carpet. Song Muqing lay down beside him. They lay there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company.
Lu Xuefeng returned to work, starting a new dance drama project. Although he had plenty of time, creating a new piece wasn’t easy. He was demanding of himself. He spent more time at the theater’s rehearsal studio. Song Muqing told him not to pressure himself. Having a large fan base, meeting their expectations could be a burden. Lu Xuefeng understood, wanting only to create the best possible work. Progress was slow. Engrossed in his work, he often returned home late and exhausted. Initially, Song Muqing waited for him, but Lu Xuefeng told him not to; he had his own work. They didn’t spend much time together lately, but they slept together every night, sharing a tender kiss.
Summer arrived, the weather hot and humid. Song Muqing converted a room into a dance studio for Lu Xuefeng, so he no longer had to go to the theater. Lu Xuefeng didn’t need a specific location for his work, but it was more comfortable at home during the summer. His creative process had stalled, perhaps due to the heat, his mind restless, but he could handle it. Sometimes, he would sit by the mirror in the studio for hours.
One evening, Song Muqing came home with flowers and takeout. Lu Xuefeng, surprised, asked, “What’s the occasion?” “Just an ordinary day,” Song Muqing replied. He simply wanted to give him flowers. They arranged the flowers together.
After dinner, they sat on the balcony, enjoying the summer evening, the sunset vibrant. The air conditioner was on, and they sat there, enjoying the warm breeze and iced coffee. Song Muqing asked about his project. Lu Xuefeng was surprised he had noticed. Song Muqing said he could tell from his behavior; he had been sleeping restlessly.
Lu Xuefeng smiled. “You know me so well?” Song Muqing looked at him, tilting his head. “I’m your family. Shouldn’t I?” His words were natural. Lu Xuefeng liked that. “But I don’t think I know you that well yet.” Song Muqing smiled. “Haven’t we been getting to know each other since we got married? We still are.” He added, “We have plenty of time,” his gaze soft and affectionate. Lu Xuefeng nodded, smiling.
Song Muqing asked, “Can you resolve the issue?” “Yes,” Lu Xuefeng replied confidently. “But it will take time.” Song Muqing believed in him. Lu Xuefeng looked at the setting sun. “Perhaps it’s just the heat,” he joked. As the sun disappeared, the city bathed in orange light, Song Muqing kissed him on the balcony. The aroma of coffee lingered between them. Their skin felt warm and damp. Lu Xuefeng felt the sweat on Song Muqing’s back. He pulled away slightly. “It’s hot.” Song Muqing held him close. “It is hot,” he agreed, not letting go. He brushed Lu Xuefeng’s hair aside. “Let’s escape the heat, Xuefeng,” he said, his voice a soft invitation. “Give yourself some time.”
