Chapter 52: The Little Ghost Keeps Getting Kissed

Song Yaoyao didn’t have time to dodge before Xie Ningwan kissed him.

“Baby.”

As far back as Song Yaoyao could remember, no one had ever called him that. He was momentarily stunned, and Xie Ningwan had already firmly caught him in the palm of his hand.

Xie Ningwan pinched his chin, first planting a few light kisses, then using his fingers to squeeze his cheeks, making him open his mouth as he delved deeper.

“Wu…” Song Yaoyao reacted and turned his head to dodge, but Xie Ningwan’s fingers held him in place. He couldn’t escape and could only lie back and endure it.

The memory instantly flashed back to that previous kiss—equally deep, equally suffocating.

Song Yaoyao had just been rolling around on the bed chasing and being chased by Xie Ningwan, and his breathing hadn’t evened out yet. Now it grew even more disordered.

Xie Ningwan slightly released him to let him catch his breath. Song Yaoyao’s chest heaved, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes flushing red.

He seized the chance to roll away and prepare to flee, but Xie Ningwan supported the back of his neck and made him tilt his head back for another round of kisses.

This round from Xie Ningwan was gentler. He softly suckled his lips, stroked the stray hairs by his ear. Song Yaoyao was completely pinned beneath him, his body blocked by arms on both sides, his legs pressed down. He could only futilely grip the bedsheets beneath him with his fingers.

Their warm breaths intertwined. Fresh from a bath, their bodies clad in matching thin pajamas also intertwined, exchanging each other’s body heat.

The two used shower gel from the same brand. Previously, the shower gel in Xie Ningwan’s bathroom had a faint, cool woody scent, but after Song Yaoyao invaded and took it over, it was replaced with a sweet cake fragrance.

Now, after his bath, Song Yaoyao was covered in that sweetness, like a little cake. Xie Ningwan kissed his lips until they were rosy, then kissed down to his neck, pulling him into his embrace.

Song Yaoyao could finally breathe. He took a few breaths and pushed at him with his hand, but Xie Ningwan caught his wrist and kissed his fingertips.

“Enough…!” Song Yaoyao yanked his hand back, grabbed the pile of blankets nearby that formed a small mountain, and tried to cover himself with it as he burrowed inside.

“Are you going to take responsibility?” Xie Ningwan lifted his head slightly, pulled back the blanket, and created a few centimeters of distance between them while propping himself up above with one hand. He “interrogated.”

“…Responsible, responsible, responsible!” Song Yaoyao chattered noisily.

Xie Ningwan’s lips curved slightly. He kissed down again, affectionately brushing Song Yaoyao’s lips before calling out once more: “Baby.”

When Xie Ningwan had no way to deal with him, he most often called him by his full name “Song Yaoyao.” Sometimes he called him “Little Ghost,” teasingly called him “Little Assistant” at the company. After Song Huaichuan appeared, he called him “Yaoyao,” so he also used the two characters “Yaoyao.” Now it had become “Baby.”

Song Yaoyao had never experienced intimate relationships before, but he couldn’t deny that when Xie Ningwan called him this way, he felt like he really was Xie Ningwan’s baby, a cherished and beloved object.

Wearing his Little Bear Pajamas, Song Yaoyao nestled by the pile of blankets and lifted his long, straight lashes, blinking. Xie Ningwan leaned down to look at him, his eyes softening as he kissed his forehead. Satisfied with the answer, he finally let him off for the time being and tucked the blanket around him properly.

The Little Bear Doll still lay forgotten on the floor by the bed. Xie Ningwan got out of bed to pick it up, dusted it off, and placed it back beside Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao took the Little Bear Doll and hugged it to his chest. He nestled in the blankets in a daze for a while. As the heat in his head gradually cooled, he remembered what he had just agreed to.

Xie Ningwan was really his boyfriend now.

Song Yaoyao turned sideways and looked at Xie Ningwan.

Tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, handsome features, a high nose bridge, and a sharp, defined jawline…

Not bad at all. Song Yaoyao nodded in satisfaction.

“What are you looking at?”

Xie Ningwan turned off the overhead light in the bedroom, leaving only the warm yellow bedside lamp, then got into bed, pulled back the covers, and looked over at him with a smile.

Song Yaoyao buried himself in the blankets, trying to hide it but making it more obvious: “Nothing.”

Xie Ningwan’s expression softened. He dug out a bit of the warm, soft mochi ball from under the covers and pulled it into his arms, then tucked in the corners of the blanket.

Their sleeping position became Song Yaoyao hugging the Little Bear Doll while Xie Ningwan hugged Song Yaoyao, who was like a Little Bear Doll come to life.

Song Yaoyao had always slept like this before, sprawled on Xie Ningwan while hugging the Little Bear Doll. It felt natural. He shifted a bit to find a more comfortable position.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes and lifted his lashes to look at Xie Ningwan.

“What’s wrong?” Xie Ningwan looked down and kissed his slender lashes.

Song Yaoyao grabbed the collar of Xie Ningwan’s matching pajamas, scooted upward to face him, and carefully asked: “The case about your dad and mom that you mentioned today…”

Xie Ningwan bumped his small, perky nose tip with his own and said lightly: “It’s already taken care of.”

“Were all the bad guys caught?” Song Yaoyao cupped his face, pulled back a bit, and watched his expression as he asked seriously.

“Yeah, they’ve all been caught.” Xie Ningwan placed his palm on the back of Song Yaoyao’s head and pulled him back in.

Song Yaoyao was pressed into the hollow of his neck. His lashes brushed Xie Ningwan’s skin when he blinked, and he thought quietly.

Xie Ningwan’s parents’ car accident case had been solved, Xie Ningwan had sent all the Xie Family members to prison, and taken sole control of the Xie Family… The original book’s storyline ended there.

What happened after that?

He lifted his head to look at Xie Ningwan again. The original book had no extras, and the System hadn’t told him what happened after the book’s plot ended.

“Baby?” Xie Ningwan noticed him looking up and rubbed his forehead with his jaw.

Song Yaoyao closed his eyes, stopped thinking about it, and obediently nestled against him to sleep.

“Good night, Baby.”

Before sleep, he felt Xie Ningwan lean down to kiss the corner of his forehead and heard his low, gentle voice.

…

The shift in their relationship didn’t seem any different to Song Yaoyao from usual.

The next morning when he woke up, he did so on the big bed in the master bedroom as always. He stretched lazily, rolled over, and sprawled out softly.

Water sounds came from the bathroom—Xie Ningwan was taking a shower.

A moment later, he came out dressed. Seeing Song Yaoyao stirring, he walked to the bed, leaned down, and cupped Song Yaoyao’s face with one hand for a kiss.

“Time to get up, Baby. I’ll go downstairs and make breakfast first.”

“Okay.” Song Yaoyao said softly.

He wore yellow Little Bear Pajamas, his whole body warm from sleep, his soft hair sticking up messily in all directions—adorably so.

Xie Ningwan couldn’t resist kissing his fluffy head once more before straightening up and heading downstairs.

Song Yaoyao got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up as usual, changed clothes in the walk-in closet, then went downstairs to eat the breakfast Xie Ningwan made.

After finishing breakfast together, Song Yaoyao clung to Xie Ningwan as usual to go to the company.

At the company, he pounced onto the sofa to play on the tablet and watch cartoons, or sat at Xie Ningwan’s desk to watch online classes and do homework.

Everything was the same as always.

Only one thing had changed—Xie Ningwan would kiss him from time to time.

In the morning when he woke up, on the way to the company when he dozed off in Xie Ningwan’s arms, in the office when he got tired from homework and rested sprawled on Xie Ningwan’s back… Xie Ningwan would pull him over for a kiss.

“Baby.” Xie Ningwan called from behind his desk.

“Hm?” Song Yaoyao was leaning on the sofa watching cartoons. Hearing him call, he walked over hugging his tablet and was pulled onto Xie Ningwan’s lap, kissed until he was breathless.

“Wuwu…!” Song Yaoyao fell into the trap. He flailed with hands and feet but was held by the waist and couldn’t move.

Xie Ningwan repeatedly ground against his lips, then wandered back to his cheeks, ears, and forehead, kissing until Song Yaoyao lost patience and bit the corner of his mouth before he let go.

“You’re going too far.” Song Yaoyao’s lips and the corners of his eyes were red as he accused.

When he had sneaked kisses or forcefully kissed Xie Ningwan before, they were always light and slow—nothing like Xie Ningwan now.

“Where was I going too far?” Xie Ningwan asked.

Song Yaoyao held his breath and ignored him. Because if he responded, Xie Ningwan would definitely say there was something even more excessive, and then bully him harder.

Xie Ningwan really was a bad guy.

Song Yaoyao secretly ground his teeth. If he’d known, before turning back into a human, he should have bullied Xie Ningwan more.

Not just stealing Xie Ningwan’s clothes, peeking at him shower, stealing kisses from Xie Ningwan, but also…

Song Yaoyao suddenly got embarrassed by the scene he imagined in his head, smoke practically rising from it.

“Baby?” Xie Ningwan thought he’d teased him too much and softened his tone, nuzzling his heated cheek.

Song Yaoyao shook his head vigorously to shake off the mosaic scene in his brain and pretended to be calm: “What?”

Xie Ningwan smiled, placed his hand on Song Yaoyao’s lower back, and bumped foreheads with him: “I won’t tease you anymore.”

He set Song Yaoyao down from his lap and let him go back to the sofa to play. Song Yaoyao walked back awkwardly, picked up the Little Bear Doll, and buried himself in the sofa.

“Baby.”

In the afternoon, Song Yaoyao was sitting in a chair eating the afternoon tea biscuits Assistant Lei had brought when Xie Ningwan called him again from across the desk.

“What?” After a whole day, Song Yaoyao had grown immune to the nickname and looked up warily.

Xie Ningwan propped his chin on one hand, smiling faintly at him: “Come here, let me hold you.”

Song Yaoyao finished the biscuits in a couple bites, decided not to take the bait or pay him any mind, and buried his head in his homework: “Don’t disturb my studying.”

“Okay.” Xie Ningwan chuckled lightly.

Song Yaoyao’s school registration had been handled by Assistant Lei before, but it had been put on hold for a while due to his background issues.

Now, after discussing with Song Huaichuan, Xie Ningwan decided to hire a senior private tutor to come teach Song Yaoyao specifically. A few months later, he would take exams to enter university directly.

He was still just a kid. Xie Ningwan sighed softly, his gaze softening on Song Yaoyao.

A little ghost.

Little Ghost Song Yaoyao was seriously watching online classes and doing homework. During breaks in his work, Xie Ningwan watched him intently, his mind at peace, his mood relaxed.

Song Yaoyao finished two classes and got tired. Forgetting his earlier lesson, he habitually slumped over, circled around the desk, and draped himself softly over Xie Ningwan’s back, hanging limply around his neck.

“Ah…!”

The little ghost fell into the trap again and was scooped into someone’s arms.