Chapter 45 This is called kissing

The saline solution flowed down from Meng Weishen's ears and into the collar of his neck, making it wet. Meng Weishen shuddered and quickly withdrew his lips.

Jiang Ranxu was kindly helping him deal with the inflammation, so how could he harass the doctor casually?

Meng Weishen was extremely panicked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, I shouldn't have kissed you so suddenly..."

Jiang Ranxu had no intention of blaming him, and even smiled at him. He hoped that he would stop smiling, his eyes glued to his pale lips, and the tide surged through his body.

Jiang Ranxu smiled and said, "Really? Did you kiss me just now? Can this be considered a kiss?"

Meng Weishen blurted out: "I, anyway, I really want to kiss you."

"You want it?"

"I want it."

"Okay. Hold me, hold me tight."

Meng Weishen had completely lost the ability to think. Just like in a dental clinic, he followed the doctor's instructions, opened his arms, and hugged the other person's waist.

Jiang Ranxu took advantage of the situation and put his arm around the back of his neck, pressing them even closer. The peak of her lips, which he coveted, was now pressed against his upper lip. Meng Weishen's entire body softened, his defenses gone. The other person easily pried open his lips and teeth. A soft, living thing wrapped around the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Ranxu took it in at the right time and told him: "This is called kissing, do you understand?"

"Oh My God……"

There was a buzzing sound on the top of Meng Weishen's head. He suspected that Jiang Ranxu was a soul-eating demon who had just taken his soul from his mouth.

He had never had such a crazy thought before. He wished he could grow tentacles all over his body and entangle with the other person tightly until his flesh and blood merged. He was obviously afraid of physical contact with others before. Even at his graduation ceremony, Meng Lirong put her arm around his shoulder to take a photo. He looked particularly uneasy in the photo.

He pounced on her again and kissed her. Unfortunately, he lacked experience and didn't know how to kiss properly. Like a cub entering its oral stage, her lips and teeth became its mother's arms, which he repeatedly gnawed at. For the first time, he thought, having a crooked canine tooth wouldn't be a bad idea; it would be very convenient for biting.

He heard Jiang Ranxu's soft laughter, and felt so ashamed that he wanted to hide in his shell. But his lips seemed to be sewn between the other's lips and teeth, and he couldn't let go.

Jiang Ranxu stroked his back: "Go take a shower."

Even though Meng Weishen lacked experience, he had a vague idea of ​​what cleansing meant.

But when Jiang Ranxu walked into the bathroom with him, he still panicked.

What should he do next? Meng Weishen twisted the hem of his T-shirt, feeling he couldn't take it off, and he couldn't keep it off.

Jiang Ranxu turned on the shower head and adjusted the water temperature. Seeing that he was still stunned, he took his wrist and placed it on his chest, "Help me unbutton my clothes."

Meng Weishen did as he was told.

As soon as he unbuttoned his shirt, Jiang Ranxu helped him take it off. The half-heated water kept splashing on his shoulder blades, and his heart pounded.

The body of a grown man, exposed without reservation, lay before Meng Weishen. Under the blindingly bright downlight, every line of the body was illuminated with remarkable clarity. He could see the texture of the flesh covering the pale blue veins, how it evenly converged upon the bones. Meng Weishen had long been overwhelmed by the sensation; he couldn't find a single flaw in the body.

Jiang Ranxu took down the shower head and said, "Your ears cannot touch the water. Let me wash them for you."

Meng Weishen let the other person shower his back. But when Jiang Ranxu smeared a ball of slippery shower gel on his chest, his teeth began to itch again.

"Then what? What should I do next?" Meng Weishen had no idea. He just hugged Jiang Ranxu tightly and kept grinding his teeth on the other's cheeks and neck.

Jiang Ranxu didn't answer. He cupped his face, forcing him to pause. "Meng Weishen, are you ready? I mean, will you regret your decision today?"

"I don't know. Do I really have to think about the future?"

He didn't want to think about anything right now. Leaders, companies, promotions, marriage, divorce, parents, nothing. He only wanted to think about Jiang Ranxu.

Meng Weishen said in confusion: "Anyway, I really want to hug you and kiss you, and I also want... right now."

"It's not good to be too honest. Can't you just tell me that you will never regret it?"

Jiang Ranxu seemed a little displeased. Meng Weishen was eager to appease him: "Okay, I will never regret it."

The last syllable of his words was stuck in his throat, his breath caught in his lungs. Amid the patter of running water, Jiang Ranxu quietly held him.

The other person whispered in his ear: "Relax, I will make you feel very comfortable."

Meng Weishen lost track of time. He only remembered a surge of electricity rising from his tailbone and straight into his head. He was completely fascinated and couldn't help but release it.

Jiang Ranxu rinsed the back of his hands under the shower and said lazily, "Have you learned it? Now help me."

He tried to do it himself, but it turned out to be more difficult than he had imagined. He felt like he was driving an unfamiliar car and didn't know which gear to shift into.

He thought about it rashly, and Jiang Ranxu felt a little hurt. He scolded him, "Your skills are too poor. People like you absolutely cannot go out and mess with anyone, no matter if they are men or women. Do you understand?"

"But, before we got married... I'm sorry, did it hurt you at that time?" Meng Weishen was so ashamed that his voice was almost drowned by the water.

Jiang Ranxu was laughing again.

"I lied to you. Nothing happened between us. How capable do you think you are? What else do you want to happen?" Jiang Ranxu said with a bit of contempt. "So, do you regret it now?"

Meng Weishen mobilized his remaining thinking ability: "No, I said I won't regret it. Go on."

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After several rounds of learning and observation, as well as Jiang Ranxu's hands-on guidance, Meng Weishen gradually found the key points and successfully helped the other party to figure it out.

This was even more tiring than playing ball with the boss. Meng Weishen returned to his bedroom and almost sank into the mattress.

Jiang Ranxu followed him into the room, closed the door, lifted his quilt, and quietly pressed against his back.

Out of politeness, he subconsciously moved to the other side of the bed, freeing up half of the bed for the other person so that the other person could sleep more comfortably.

In his chaotic state, he could feel a chilling wind behind him, as if a pair of resentful eyes were staring at him. However, his eyelids felt heavy, and he didn't care to think too much, and quickly fell asleep.

No, he sank into a monster's lair.

It was dark and silent, the only sound he could hear was his own short breaths. The damp mist in the air made Meng Weishen breathless. He tried to find some fresh air, but when he lowered his head, he found a thick snake tail wrapped around his chest. The color and shape of its scales resembled those of the black mambas seen at pet shows, but this one was much larger.

Just as he was about to struggle, the monster quickly tightened its snake tail around him and stretched out its bluish-white human upper body towards him.

It turns out that it has Jiang Ranxu's face.

That face was still calm and gentle: "You won't regret it, right?"

Meng Weishen finally saw the outlines of his surroundings clearly. He was actually sleeping in a dense mass of black-shelled eggs.

At the critical moment, Qin Shi Huang shouted above his head: "Woo woof woof ah ah wa wa!"

Meng Weishen suddenly woke up.

Of course, there was no snake or its eggs in the bedroom, nor was there a beagle to help. There was only a stuffed animal called Doctor Yaya that had landed on his face. The stuffed animal was so heavy it nearly suffocated him.

Luckily, Jiang Ranxu had his back to him and didn't seem to be awake. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to face him. "I was so happy last night that I had a filthy dream about your face" sounded like something only a high school boy could do.

The phone screen showed 6:40 in the morning, almost time to walk the dog. Meng Weishen lifted the covers and was shocked to realize that he had forgotten to wear pajamas last night and had been naked all night. He tiptoed to the closet to get a new shirt before moving to wash up.

He was halfway through brushing his teeth when Jiang Ranxu's face suddenly appeared in the mirror. He was casually wearing only his black silk pajamas, with none of the buttons fastened.

After last night's intimate contact, their relationship seemed to have undergone some kind of qualitative change. Jiang Ranxu naturally hugged him from behind, pressing his lips to his uninflamed ear.

There was a slippery feeling behind him, and Meng Weishen said with a mouth full of foam: "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

The other party hummed, his face a little unhappy: "Why do you get up so early every day?"

Meng Weishen hurriedly explained: "I just went to walk the dog, nothing else."

"Go ahead, and be back in an hour and a half. I'm too lazy to cook today, so remember to buy breakfast. The tofu pudding place at the west gate of the community is the best."

Walking the dog also comes with time limits and task requirements. Meng Weishen was particularly stubborn. He grabbed the dog leash, changed into sneakers, and ran away.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door on the first floor, Qin Shi Huang started to curse at him loudly, even fouler than in his dream, obviously blaming him for not coming to play with him last night.

Meng Wei, deeply ashamed, opened several packages of duck meat snacks as an apology. Qin Shi Huang gnawed and cursed, his voice becoming quieter as he chewed, until he devoured the entire package, grunted, nudged the back of his hand with his nose, and took it as forgiveness.

Meng Weishen hurried to take the dog to the west gate.

He'd only been there a month, but he'd already pretty much figured out the neighborhood. He'd also made a few new friends: the Labrador tethered to the convenience store, the long-haired terrier kept by the old lady downstairs, and the Springer Spaniel next door, whom he disliked and whose buttocks he'd inevitably sniffed whenever he saw one.

At the time, he'd proposed cohabitation simply to deceive his mother. Now, it seemed Meng Lirong was convinced by his fabricated sexual orientation, so logically, there was no need for him to stay at her house any longer. But both he and Qin Shihuang had adapted well to their new life. The thought of moving again after the marriage agreement expired, and the scarcity of landlords willing to accept a dog, had even irritated Meng Weishen.

What should he do? How could he convince Jiang Ranxu to accept the rent and allow him and Qin Shi Huang to continue being tenants?

Meng Weishen successfully found the delicious breakfast shop Jiang Ranxu mentioned, packed two bowls of tofu pudding, a serving of pot stickers, and a bowl of soy milk, and headed home.

Jiang Ranxu finally buttoned his shirt, sat opposite him, and slowly ate the tofu pudding he had packed.

Meng Weishen suddenly recalled that movies often use scenes of characters eating breakfast together to imply that they had slept together the night before.

He finally had the chance to ask a question that had been bothering him for a long time: "Jiang Ranxu, why are you so nice to me?"

The other person's plastic spoon stopped in mid-air. "What's the question?"

"I just don't understand. You don't want to collect my rent, and you're preventing me from going to your hospital for orthodontic treatment. The 10,000 yuan a month isn't necessary for you. What exactly do you need me to do? Just tell me directly. As long as I can do it, I'll do my best."