Chapter 33 Black Waves

Fu Yanle stood in front of the door for half a minute, thinking that as long as Yu Jingchen didn't mind, he could stay in the master bedroom for the night. After thinking it over, Fu Yanle immediately raised his hands, looked down, and realized that he hadn't taken his phone with him when he left the bedroom.

"..." Fu Yanle let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn around and knock on the door, he heard footsteps coming from the first floor. He stopped and walked to the top of the stairs, where he met Yu Jingchen's gaze.

Yu Jingchen's gaze shifted downwards and landed on Fu Yanle.

Fu Yanle didn't notice anything amiss and naturally raised his hand, waving it downwards.

"..."

Yu Jingchen looked away somewhat slowly, then stopped in front of Fu Yanle after going upstairs. "What are you doing here?"

"I'll wait for you." Fu Yanle pointed towards the second bedroom. "It's too late, so I'll let An Shigou stay in my room. I can..."

He paused, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to say it.

Although it's not a big deal for two grown men to live in the same house, he and Yu Jingchen are legally married.

Although it was a marriage of convenience without any obligations between the couple, they kissed!

Although kissing is a spontaneous act of passion and a natural human reaction, their relationship becomes impure afterward!

In this situation, if he says he wants to sleep in Yu Jingchen's bed, will Yu Jingchen misunderstand that he is coveting his body and soul and taking the opportunity to seduce him?

After all, people like Yu Jingchen, who are deep thinkers, tend to overthink things.

Yu Jingchen asked, "What can I do?"

“Yes—” Fu Yanle said, “Can I sleep with him?”

Yu Jingchen's eyelids twitched, and he asked in a cold tone, "What do you think?"

"I don't think this is a good idea." Fu Yanle glanced at Yu Jingchen's ashen face, and, taking advantage of the eerie atmosphere, revealed his true intentions, "Then shall I come and bother you for the night?"

“…Okay.” Yu Jingchen’s gaze swept over Fu Yanle’s swaying eyelashes as he stepped inside.

Fu Yanle picked at his ear and quickly followed.

Yu Jingchen pushed open the door and turned to look at Fu Yanle. For some reason, Fu Yanle's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The master bedroom light switched on, and Fu Yanle, standing by the wall, tensed at the sound of the bedroom door closing. After a few seconds, with Yu Jingchen still standing there, Fu Yanle couldn't hold back any longer and turned around, saying, "Chen—"

When his shoulder was grasped and a warm palm touched him, Fu Yanle realized that he hadn't changed out of his sundress at all. When he was pressed against the wall, the hand on his shoulder cushioned his fall, preventing him from getting hurt.

This was Yu Jingchen's gift to Fu Yanle, a gesture of protection and consideration amidst the oppressive atmosphere.

Yu Jingchen's height of 1.92 meters gave him a huge advantage, and Fu Yanle had to tilt his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Yu Jingchen's eyes.

Fu Yanle's upturned nose brushed against Yu Jingchen's chin. At that moment, Yu Jingchen lowered his head, and Fu Yanle was caught off guard, their noses touching. The rich aroma of wine spread between them, trembling with their breath.

Fu Yanle's breathing quickened slightly, and he whispered, "Brother Chen, how much did you drink?"

“Two bottles.” Yu Jingchen raised his other hand and slid it up Fu Yanle’s thigh. He touched it firmly, so he could feel Fu Yanle’s increasingly tense body.

"What?" Fu Yanle tensed up uncomfortably. "Drunk and acting crazy?"

Yu Jingchen grabbed Fu Yanle's waist and explained, "I'm not drunk."

Fu Yanle's head was pressed against the wall, "Then what are you doing—"

“I’ve taken it off,” Yu Jingchen said.

Fu Yanle's pupils contracted. "What did you say?"

“This.” Yu Jingchen’s hand slid up, and the silk fabric slid up, allowing him to feel Fu Yanle’s skin through the slippery material.

“Take it off.” Yu Jingchen’s tone was slightly somber.

“…I’ll take it off, then it’ll be gone.” Fu Yanle’s hand moved up Yu Jingchen’s suit jacket, finally wrapping around the back of Yu Jingchen’s neck. He nuzzled Yu Jingchen’s nose, his tone sweet as if he were pleading, “Brother Chen, give me a nightgown, I’ll go to the bathroom to change.”

Yu Jingchen was a little hot and said, "Take it off right here."

This statement was far too audacious; it indicated that Yu Jingchen's patience had reached its limit. Without restraint, Yu Jingchen's intentions were crystal clear.

Fu Yanle pressed his fingers on the back of Yu Jingchen's neck and said, "It's too bright here."

He obediently revealed his weakness, saying, "I'm a little embarrassed."

Yu Jingchen released his grip, took a step back, and said, "Go to the bed. I'll just leave one wall lamp on."

Fu Yanle sighed and took a step. Yu Jingchen was far too stingy, even taking only one step back, which meant that Fu Yanle had to brush past Yu Jingchen when leaving the oppressive circle.

There was a carpet behind them. Fu Yanle took off his slippers and moved backward at a snail's pace, watching Yu Jingchen take off his coat, his tie and the two buttons at the collar falling to the ground.

Mingming had politely reminded him last time he came. But now…

Before Fu Yanle could even mutter a complaint to himself, his eyes widened as he was startled by Yu Jingchen's sudden stride, causing his legs to tremble and him to fall backward.

Just as his buttocks were about to hit the ground, Fu Yanle was caught by Yu Jingchen, who grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up.

The light and shadows flashed blurry in the bright light, and before Fu Yanle could react, he was pressed down onto the unfamiliar bed. Then the lights went out, with only the two wall lamps on the bed wall still casting a faint glow.

Yu Jingchen whispered in his ear, "Take it off."

"..." Fu Yanle bit her lip, "How about you help me take it off?"

Yu Jingchen said coldly, "Take it off yourself. You have three seconds."

How can such passionate breathing support you uttering such indifferent lines!

Before Fu Yanle could even process what was happening, her hands, under duress, grabbed the skirt by her legs and pulled it up. The cool fabric brushed against her calves, and Fu Yanle gritted her teeth, "How can I take it off when you're pressing down on me?"

“Three seconds have passed.” Yu Jingchen said, then reached out and covered Fu Yanle’s hand, taking the initiative to grab the fabric on both sides.

With a loud thud, the cloth ripped apart. Yu Jingchen looked down at Fu Yanle's terrified eyes, picked up the piece of cloth, and arrogantly threw it off the bed.

“…Huh?” Fu Yanle stammered.

Yu Jingchen reached out and lifted the other half of the tattered cloth, his gaze fixed on Fu Yanle's face.

Fu Yanle seemed to sense something and immediately tried to get up—

Yu Jingchen kissed him.

This time it wasn't a fleeting touch, but a substantial disturbance. Fu Yanle reached out and grabbed Yu Jingchen's shoulder, ruffling his shirt, determined to leave marks on Yu Jingchen's shoulder and back through the fabric.

Yu Jingchen took this as a provocation, so he kissed her even deeper.

Without the tenderness and caution of a first kiss, Yu Jingchen almost rudely crushed Fu Yanle's lips. He concealed his intentions and desires in his words, leaving Fu Yanle bewildered and forced to open his lips in response, only to be assaulted and whipped, and to sob out of the blue.

The black bedroom door was like a floodgate in the sea. Fu Yanle had already drowned in the deep ocean, the waves surging in, almost suffocating him. The waves were towering, and Fu Yanle desperately climbed onto Yu Jingchen, the master of the bedroom, the only piece of driftwood he could rely on.

But driftwood is more gloomy than the deep sea. Yu Jingchen stood by and watched, taking advantage of the chaos, determined to make their first kiss deep and intense.

Fu Yanle vowed that this would be an unforgettable intimacy for him.

The suffocating feeling of being restrained gradually took hold of Fu Yanle's heart. He closed his eyes in panic, his breath coming in sticky pleas for mercy. His previously arrogant hands now rested limply on the back of Yu Jingchen's neck. He had become a drowning swan, his graceful neck arched back in silent agony.

Yu Jingchen stepped back, panting against Fu Yanle's nose, and asked sincerely, "Was my kiss good?"

"..." Fu Yanle's Adam's apple bobbed, and weak breaths escaped as he desperately sought fresh air. He couldn't answer Yu Jingchen immediately, or even close his mouth; saliva spilled from the corners of his lips, and his face burned.

"Looks pretty good." Yu Jingchen reached out and stroked Fu Yanle's face, which was as red as smoke and as white as rosy clouds. He smelled the disordered and hurried breathing of Fu Yanle up close and said in a deep voice, "I just wanted to tear your skirt."

Fu Yanle was finally able to speak, "You—have you kissed someone else before?"

She always pretends to be abstinent, serious, and soft-hearted, and even markets herself as someone who isn't good-looking, but her kissing skills are amazing!

Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow and said, "Why do you ask that?"

“You… seem quite skilled.” Fu Yanle took the opportunity to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re a natural talent, I don’t believe it.”

Yu Jingchen pinched his slightly puffed-up cheek and said, "To answer your first question, I have never kissed anyone other than you. Of course, during my infancy when I was powerless to resist, I may have been forced to kiss my mother."

“…There’s no need to be so rigorous.” Fu Yanle didn’t dare to meet Yu Jingchen’s gaze at all; it was too fierce.

It became increasingly gentle and profound, but then it lost control, becoming so intense and turbulent that it was astonishing.

"As for talent or not, I don't know. All I know is..." Yu Jingchen wiped away the moisture from Fu Yanle's eyes with his fingertips, his tone serious and earnest, "I just wanted to kiss you, a little deeper, so I did it on instinct, that's all."

Fu Yanle said sullenly, "When other people kiss, it's tender and affectionate, but when you kiss someone, it's like you're going to kill them!"

Yu Jingchen's mouth is like a devil that catches people!

“You look very energetic.” Adhering to the principle of being honest, Yu Jingchen ruthlessly exposed him. “And are you going to deny that you don’t reject my closeness, and even like it?”

Fu Yanle choked for a moment, then straightened his neck and said, "Yes, I really like it!"

As a man who is physiologically and psychologically normal and enjoys beautiful things, it is entirely understandable that he enjoys and likes Yu Jingchen's intimacy!

"Since we like each other, can we kiss more often in the future?" Yu Jingchen pressed down on Fu Yanle's restless shoulders and gently leaned against him. "I like being close to you, I like maintaining an intimate distance with you. Every second I spend with you tells me..."

He paused, then continued, "You're here."

Fu Yanle didn't quite understand and subconsciously said, "But you said before that we would have a marriage of convenience, and that there would be no obligations between husband and wife."

"This isn't an obligation. I wouldn't kiss someone out of obligation," Yu Jingchen said earnestly and sincerely. "Would you do that?"

"No." Fu Yanle shook his head.

Yu Jingchen lowered his eyes, concealing all his emotions in the shadows, but Fu Yanle glimpsed some unbelievable truths within them.

—Yu Jingchen is sad.

But why?

Fu Yanle pursed his lips, looking at Yu Jingchen's silent face with a sense of helplessness, thinking: Why be sad?

Fu Yanle felt like he'd fallen into a trap. The person who dug it seemed so high and mighty, yet their gaze was strangely unfathomable. This made him very uneasy, and he couldn't help but irritably punch the bed. "What are you doing?!"

I'm pursuing you.

Yu Jingchen mocked him, "Fu Yanle, you're so stupid."

Author's Note:

Ahhhhh, that feels so good!

Congratulations to Da Yu for unlocking today's achievement: [Deep Kiss*1]