Chapter 56: Don’t Attack the Person in the Bed!

A few months later, Song Yaoyao smoothly took the exam and entered university.

He was brought back to the Song Family, but he still spent most of his time living in Xie Ningwan’s villa, only occasionally returning to the Song Family to have meals with his parents and brother.

Madam Song and the others also learned of the true relationship between Song Yaoyao and Xie Ningwan. After their initial surprise, they spoiled him rotten. After all, they couldn’t pamper him enough as it was, so they didn’t interfere with his emotions. Moreover, they had seen with their own eyes how much Xie Ningwan doted on Song Yaoyao.

The two’s relationship had passed muster with their parents and was now open and aboveboard.

Everything had gotten on track, opening a new fairy tale chapter outside the “original book” plot.

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On the living room sofa, Song Yaoyao leaned against a soft pillow, holding the Little Bear Doll in his arms as he watched SpongeBob SquarePants playing on the TV with great interest.

SpongeBob was making delicious hamburgers, flipping the bun and patty with a spatula. The aroma seemed to pierce through the screen and waft into the living room.

Song Yaoyao rolled over on the sofa, watching intently, and licked his lips.

The sound of a car pulling up suddenly came from outside the door. Song Yaoyao sat up and glanced out the window, leaving the Little Bear Doll and a pile of scattered pillows behind as he slid off the sofa and ran to the entryway.

A low-key luxury matte black sedan stopped in front of the villa. After the driver got out, he opened the door for the man in the back seat.

“President Xie, please.”

A pair of long, powerful legs wrapped in custom-tailored trousers stepped out from the car. Upward, there was a narrow waist and broad shoulders and back.

The man’s features were deep and profound, his five facial features as if carved, with an aura of cold indifference all around him. Yet, on his distinct-knuckled fingers, he steadily held a beautiful and exquisite cake box.

The driver closed the car door behind him and quickly stepped forward to open the villa door for him, but Song Yaoyao had already opened it ahead of time.

The moment the door opened, a light breeze brushed by, and the cold indifference around the man instantly melted away. Song Yaoyao pounced from the entryway into the man’s arms and said crisply, “You’re back!”

Xie Ningwan held the cake in one hand and steadily caught Song Yaoyao with the other, pulling him into his embrace. He leaned down and affectionately kissed his forehead. “I’m back.”

Song Yaoyao’s legs hung around his waist, his arms around his neck. He was just about to say something when his peripheral vision caught sight of the cake in his hand.

“Did you buy cake for me?”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled as he dangled his legs while hanging off Xie Ningwan’s waist.

“Mm.” Xie Ningwan leaned down and kissed him again.

Song Yaoyao immediately stopped caring about anything else. His attention was completely drawn away. He nimbly slid down from Xie Ningwan’s body and reached for the cake.

But Xie Ningwan lifted the cake higher and looked at him with a hooked lip.

Song Yaoyao tiptoed and reached up several times but couldn’t grab it. Seeing Xie Ningwan’s expression, he threw his arms around his neck, pulled him down, and planted a loud kiss on him.

Song Yaoyao successfully claimed the cake.

He held the cake box overhead with both hands and circled around Xie Ningwan excitedly before heading back to the living room.

Xie Ningwan stood in place, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over his arm. His brows and eyes softened as he watched Song Yaoyao happily sit on the rug by the coffee table and unpack the cake box.

SpongeBob on the TV was still serving delicious crab burgers to customers. Matching the animation on screen, Song Yaoyao took a satisfied bite of cake, his eyes and mouth corners both curved in delight.

Xie Ningwan’s habit when he got home was to go to the bathroom and take a shower first. As he passed by Song Yaoyao, he dropped to one knee, leaned down, pinched his chin with his fingers, lifted it up, and planted a kiss.

Song Yaoyao’s lips and teeth still held the sweet fragrance of cream, which Xie Ningwan swept away entirely.

“……!”

Song Yaoyao supported himself with one hand on the rug and strained his neck upward. He was kissed until he could barely breathe, his neck ached, and only after struggling did the other man release him.

His lips were rosy and glossy, his eye corners reddened. Xie Ningwan straightened up slightly, then bent down again to suckle on them.

“Go upstairs and take your shower already. I want to watch the cartoon.” Song Yaoyao looked up and fussed.

This rogue little ghost who turned hostile instantly. A slight curve appeared at Xie Ningwan’s lips as he nipped at his mouth before standing up.

After taking just two steps away, he seemed to remember something and turned back again.

Song Yaoyao held a small cake spoon, pursed his lips, and looked at him warily. “What?”

Xie Ningwan chuckled lowly. “Nothing. I just remembered that there was a little ghost who used to sneak peeks every time I showered before.”

Called out, Song Yaoyao covered his ears and pretended not to hear.

Xie Ningwan chuckled lightly and headed upstairs.

After Xie Ningwan left, Song Yaoyao finished watching an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants and ate up the small cake. He tentatively glanced upstairs.

“……” Song Yaoyao stood up, took the Little Bear Doll’s round arm, and quietly went upstairs.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, the sound of shower water came from the bathroom. Song Yaoyao sneaked his head out and clung to the bathroom door, peering inside.

The shower room’s glass door was half-closed, mist swirling around, making it hard to see the tall figure inside clearly. Song Yaoyao walked up to the glass door, blinked, and looked closely.

Still couldn’t see clearly. Song Yaoyao pouted and glanced up at the top of the glass door. Back when he was a little ghost, he could float up and perch there to watch, but not anymore.

Song Yaoyao sighed regretfully and placed one hand on the glass door.

A slender palm print appeared on the bathroom’s glass door, shrouded in steam.

“Song Yaoyao.” Xie Ningwan suddenly spoke in a low voice from the shower.

Song Yaoyao startled, his round eyes widening. Seeing he’d been caught, he withdrew his hand and turned to run.

But it was already too late. The glass door behind him opened from inside, and a strong, muscular arm reached out to haul him in.

“Mm…!” Song Yaoyao was pressed against the glass door, met with a torrent of kisses.

The Little Bear Doll dropped outside the door. The shower water continued running in the bathroom, masking the interspersed kissing sounds, soft and lingering.

The tips of Song Yaoyao’s long lashes caught the mist and grew damp, appearing even denser, like butterfly wings soaked in rain, unable to break free from the downpour trapping them.

Xie Ningwan pinned him between the door and his body, one hand pressing his lower back, the other cradling his nape. The kiss delved deep and intricate, like wildfire spreading across the plains, hot breaths entwining between their lips and teeth.

“Wu wu…” Song Yaoyao’s eye corners blurred between tears and mist, his clothes nearly soaked through.

Unable to endure it, he instinctively reached out to grab Xie Ningwan’s clothes, but his fingers met the firm, bare chest of the man before him. Scorched by the searing temperature at his fingertips, he shrank back.

But Xie Ningwan gave him no chance. He seized his hand and pressed it firmly against himself, deepening the kiss between their lips even further.

Some water droplets splashing onto Xie Ningwan’s broad shoulders and back fell onto Song Yaoyao. He could hardly catch his breath, tightly held in Xie Ningwan’s arms, his fingers forced onto Xie Ningwan’s chest and abdomen, futilely clutching.

The little ghost who sneaked peeks at people showering had finally received his punishment.

Song Yaoyao panted and turned his head for air, wanting to escape, but Xie Ningwan cupped his face and turned it back. A scorching, intense kiss fell once more.

His soft lips were suckled until they were bright red and dripping, his mouth numb. Song Yaoyao swallowed a whine with difficulty and scratched at Xie Ningwan’s bare shoulder and back a few times.

Only until Song Yaoyao’s brain lacked oxygen and his body uncontrollably slid downward did Xie Ningwan release his lips. He held him in his arms, stroked his back to help him catch his breath, and pecked kisses on his nape.

Song Yaoyao lay slumped on his shoulder. Once his senses returned, he opened his mouth and bit Xie Ningwan’s shoulder.

“Baby.” Xie Ningwan turned his head to kiss his flushed cheek, his large palm covering his back and patting gently to soothe.

Song Yaoyao’s clothes were soaked through. Xie Ningwan removed them, then treated him like a real baby, meticulously and gently washing him, rinsing off the foam, wrapping him in a soft, dry large bath towel, and carrying him back to the bedroom.

Xie Ningwan supported Song Yaoyao with one arm and opened the door with the other.

Song Yaoyao sat in his arm, guessing what was coming next. He clung tightly to his neck like an ostrich, burying his face in his shoulder.

Xie Ningwan leaned slightly and kissed Song Yaoyao’s fair neck before placing him on the bed.

Song Yaoyao was entirely wrapped in the bath towel, only his fluffy soft hair and a face even brighter and more vivid after being steamed by the water vapor peeking out.

Xie Ningwan leaned over, his fingers gently cupping his cheek, kissing his face, then from cheek to brow, forehead, nose tip, lingering on his lips for a moment before continuing downward—

The bath towel fell open, his gaze touching the fair, delicate skin before him. Xie Ningwan could hardly hold back, planting fine, dense kisses on the delicate neck, the pink-tinged chest, the flat abdomen…

Song Yaoyao’s fingers gripped the bath towel beneath him, then released. His long, straight lashes trembled nonstop as he nervously closed his eyes.

Xie Ningwan left a few kiss marks in the dip of his tense waist, then lifted his head to kiss his lips again and said softly, “Baby, don’t be afraid.”

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At first, Xie Ningwan’s movements were gentle and slow. Song Yaoyao lay amid the soft, comfortable pillows and blankets, turning his head, his lashes quivering lightly.

Warm kisses occasionally fell on his cheeks and ears, carrying comfort and cherishment, as if treating a treasure.

Song Yaoyao was gently held in his arms and kissed. By the time he realized it had turned intense, it was too late.

He sobbed and struggled, his eye corners reddened, unable to make coherent sounds from his mouth. He could only whine intermittently, his rosy lips nearly chafed raw and parting, but before he could voice a protest, he was kissed again, even more fiercely.

“Mm…! Wu wu…”

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After one round ended, Song Yaoyao sobbed as Xie Ningwan gently pulled him back into his arms to soothe him.

His eyes were red-rimmed, lashes damp, face streaked with tears. After being fed a cup of warm water, his rapid breathing slowly steadied.

After resting a bit, Xie Ningwan gripped his waist and leaned down for another kiss, looking like he intended to continue.

Song Yaoyao mustered a bit of strength with difficulty, burrowed his head under the covers, and tried to bury himself deeper into the bedding to escape from under his palm. “Don’t attack the person in the bed!”

“That doesn’t count anymore now.” Xie Ningwan yanked open his covers.