Baby

Low, labored breathing came from the bedroom, an incongruous sound in the deserted apartment.

The two, who belong to each other completely, body and soul, inside and out, are deeply immersed in their love and cannot extricate themselves.

The words, each one thought-provoking, made the listener blush and their heart race, but this only proved the most sincere and genuine love they had for each other.

The two talked for a very long time, as if they wanted to make up for everything they had missed over the past three years all at once.

When it was over, Song Zicheng was completely exhausted, lying weakly and tired in Lu Zhiyan's arms, breathing softly. His empty and lifeless eyes blinked very slowly, and his breaths were like kitten paws, tickling Lu Zhiyan's heart.

Looking at Song Zicheng, whose cheeks were flushed and who looked incredibly cute nestled in his arms, Lu Zhiyan couldn't help but tighten his arms around him, pressing their bodies close together. Slowly, he felt the even breathing of the person in his arms, and when he looked down, he saw that Song Zicheng had closed his eyes and was sleeping peacefully.

Lu Zhiyan stared intently at Song Zicheng with eyes full of tenderness and affection. Suddenly, he tilted his head slightly and gently placed a kiss on Song Zicheng's forehead.

Lu Zhiyan had so many questions he wanted to ask, such as why he suddenly came, what happened, or what rumors he had heard, but he couldn't say them when they came to his lips. None of them mattered anymore.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly felt it: Song Zicheng really wanted to start over with him; Song Zicheng really said "I love you"; he had finally waited for the day when Song Zicheng would open his heart and fully accept him.

When Lu Zhiyan was drugged at the KTV, he relied on his willpower and remaining rationality to walk out of the private room. He wanted to find a reliable and trustworthy person to ask for help, but for some reason, the moment he saw Song Zicheng after walking around the corner that day, he inexplicably trusted him and staggered to his side with the last bit of strength.

For a long time afterward, she still found it unbelievable whenever she thought about it. Later, she realized that Lu Zhiyan had fallen in love with Song Zicheng the moment she saw him.

The young and arrogant Lu Zhiyan used some misguided methods to keep Song Zicheng by his side. He knew that Song Zicheng's words and actions were out of fear of him and to avoid trouble, but he still consciously succumbed to Song Zicheng's insincerity. Later, he wanted to win him back, mobilizing people to search for a bone marrow match without stopping. When he noticed that Song Zicheng was in a bad mood, he traveled from Beijing to Anhui overnight to deliver New Year's gifts, just to make him happy. He took Song Zicheng to see his mother and his favorite Paris, strolling together on the streets of Paris, singing freely in the rain, and climbing the Alps together. Even when Song Zicheng drugged him and stole documents that were extremely important to him, he was only a little angry and did not blame him.

He loved Song Zicheng from the first moment he saw him, and fell in love more and more deeply in the process of getting to know each other.

Three years ago, he didn't want Song Zicheng to know that he had used all his shares to give Song Zian the opportunity to have surgery. He didn't need Song Zicheng's gratitude, and he knew the hurdle in Song Zicheng's heart, so he didn't force him. He was willing to give Song Zicheng time, and he was willing to wait until Song Zicheng stopped blaming himself and until Song Zicheng crossed the chasm and willingly accepted him.

Fortunately, he waited for it. The day wasn't too early, nor too late; the timing was just right.

The two of them had a truly colorful time these past two days, obsessed with lovemaking, making love passionately and intensely. Every corner of Lu Zhiyan's several-hundred-square-meter apartment bore their marks: the living room, kitchen, bathroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows... they were everywhere, leaving no stone unturned. Every brick, every piece of furniture and decoration in the apartment witnessed their intensity and revelry.

"I don't want you to leave." Lu Zhiyan, who had just been tender with Song Zicheng, lay on the bed and hugged Song Zicheng's waist, speaking softly and coquettishly.

After buttoning up the last button, Song Zicheng smiled indulgently. He reached out and touched Lu Zhiyan's hair, saying with great reluctance, "Be good, I have to go back to class tomorrow. Actually, I don't want to leave either."

"Okay, I'll drive you to the high-speed rail station."

What should have been a 20-minute journey was stretched into a 40-minute drive by Lu Zhiyan. Luckily, Song Zicheng left early, otherwise he would have missed the high-speed train.

Just as Song Zicheng was about to open the car door and get out, Lu Zhiyan hugged him from behind, his lips lingering near Song Zicheng's soft ear, occasionally opening his mouth to suckle and gently rub that soft flesh.

There were many cars coming and going in the garage. In front of everyone, Song Zicheng couldn't remain calm and composed. He tried to break free, but Lu Zhiyan held him even tighter: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while. I'm going to Switzerland on a business trip tomorrow, and I won't see you for the next two weeks."

Half a month? That's a long time, Song Zicheng thought.

So he gave up struggling and waited until Lu Zhiyan had hugged him enough before slowly letting go. When their eyes met, Lu Zhiyan was holding an exquisite and elegant box. He opened the box, and a pair of earrings caught Song Zicheng's attention.

“You’ve seen these earrings before,” Lu Zhiyan said.

Song Zicheng had certainly seen them before. He had only glanced at them briefly when he was taking documents out of the safe. Now, observing them so closely, those agate earrings were truly eye-catching.

“This is a gift my mother left for her future daughter-in-law, and now it belongs to you.”

Lu Zhiyan said these words very gently, then took out the earring and carefully put it on Song Zicheng's ear. He looked at it with a smile, his gaze full of infatuation: "So beautiful, baby."

Actually, Song Zicheng was already ashamed when Lu Zhiyan said that the earring was a gift from his mother to his future daughter-in-law. Now, Lu Zhiyan was looking at him with such a passionate and intense gaze, which made him even more embarrassed, his ears turned red and his cheeks flushed. He punched Lu Zhiyan's chest shyly, as if flirting, and said, "Who's your baby?"

Sure enough, after hearing this, Song Zicheng was forced to accept another long and lingering kiss. Before they parted, Lu Zhiyan bit his lips as punishment, and said in a hoarse, passionate voice, "You are not only my baby but also my wife."

The two exchanged a few blushing glances, then couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. Song Zicheng laughed until his stomach hurt. He stopped laughing, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Let's go."

"Okay, bye-bye, remember to miss me." Lu Zhiyan said to him.

Since the two reconciled, Lu Zhiyan, who is far away in Switzerland, has video-chatted with Song Zicheng every day without fail, even though there is a six-hour time difference. Song Zicheng is a senior high school teacher. After finishing his evening self-study session and getting home to shower, it is already past ten o'clock. He still has to prepare lessons and study. Sometimes he is really exhausted. After a day of teaching, he doesn't want to talk anymore, but he doesn't want to disappoint Lu Zhiyan, so he pretends to be in high spirits.

But his clumsy acting was instantly exposed. For most of the one or two hours of video chatting, Lu Zhiyan was talking non-stop. Song Zicheng was sometimes surprised. Lu Zhiyan looked aloof and ascetic, so how could he have so much to say? Sometimes both of them were busy and didn't speak to each other. They just kept the video chat open, quiet and peaceful. There was no awkwardness or unnaturalness, but it made people feel at ease.

"It's been half a month, why haven't you come back yet?" Song Zicheng asked, leaning against the headboard, looking at the face in the video that was so close yet untouchable.

Lu Zhiyan, who had been staring at a piece of paper on the table, gradually shifted his gaze to the screen. His handsome face showed signs of fatigue and exhaustion. He smiled gently and asked, "What's wrong? Missed me?"

"Yes, I miss you." Song Zicheng expressed his longing for Lu Zhiyan very frankly.

These four simple words immediately pleased Lu Zhiyan. He raised his eyebrows, curled his lips into a slight smile, and a glint of light flashed in his deep eyes. He spoke in a deep voice, his voice blatantly filled with desire and without any restraint: "I miss you too, baby."

“There are still some things to take care of here, it will probably take another week or so. By the way, is there any gift you would like?” Lu Zhiyan asked.

"No," Song Zicheng answered quickly. He didn't have anything he particularly liked or wanted.

Nevertheless, whether it was before or now, Lu Zhiyan would always prepare a gift for Song Zicheng after returning from a business trip, and this time was no exception.

Lu Zhiyan returned on a weekend. He hadn't told Song Zicheng beforehand, so when Song Zicheng heard someone knocking and opened the door to see Lu Zhiyan, his surprise and joy were obvious. He hugged Lu Zhiyan tightly and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't be surprised."

After Song Zian fell asleep, the two closed the door and drew the window, beginning to express their longing for each other. Their two heated bodies huddled together tightly in the cold winter, the howling north wind outside the window masking their uncontrollable gasps and moans.

In a semi-conscious state, Song Zicheng vaguely felt something poking his hand. He weakly and slowly raised his aching arm. In the dim light, he saw a ring of something shiny on his ring finger. As his finger got closer, he could see it more clearly.

It's a ring.

At this moment, Lu Zhiyan stopped his movements on Song Zicheng. He put his left hand in front of Song Zicheng's palm and intertwined his fingers tightly. The two rings were also pressed together with their movements, dazzlingly bright.

"Do you like it?" Lu Zhiyan asked.

Song Zicheng nodded absentmindedly: "I like it."

"I designed this ring for a long time. I said before that I still had some things to take care of, but actually I was preparing this gift. It has the initials of my name on it. Yours is LZS and mine is SZC."

"Thank you, I really like this gift."

Song Zicheng tilted his head back and kissed Lu Zhiyan's lips, this time shedding tears of happiness.

Lu Zhiyan, who vowed more than a decade ago that he would never pick up a pen to design anything again, has now met Song Zicheng, who made him break his vow.

He had started designing the ring as early as October when he returned from France. Although he hadn't met Song Zicheng yet, and he didn't know when he could reconcile with Song Zicheng, the only thing he was sure of was that Song Zicheng belonged to him, and sooner or later he would put the ring he had painstakingly designed on Song Zicheng's finger.

This is their token of love; this is a testament to their love.