Chapter 70. Feng Xingyun carefully wiped him clean...
Feng Xingyun carefully wiped the water droplets off his hands, suppressing the urge to push his luck.
He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, as if he knew the way well. He looked up and saw that the man in the mirror had a gentle smile on his lips, looking incredibly happy. Feng Xingyun touched the corner of his mouth, which was turned up so high that he couldn't suppress it. Thinking of Liu Duanhe waiting for him on the sofa, his heart softened completely.
At that moment, he felt like the happiest person in the world and didn't want to be mean to anyone anymore. After all, who could have such a good boyfriend as Liu Duanhe?
Liu Duanhe was woken up early by Guan Du, and he was hungry, so he started eating.
The bright green rose grapes are as sweet as honey, with a natural rose fragrance that is very pleasant. He has a high threshold for sweetness, and even a hint of sourness is very noticeable in his mouth. Therefore, Liu Duanhe only likes purely sweet fruits.
Feng Xingyun ate the first one and couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. To be honest, it was so sweet that he felt like he needed to inject insulin; his blood sugar spiked immediately.
It's not that he doesn't like sweets, it's just that his teeth can't handle them. He had just had his teeth filled recently, and eating something so sweet now is making his teeth hurt. Feng Xingyun felt like his head was about to explode.
He silently picked up the cup he had just put down on the table and started pouring water, trying to wash away the pain.
Liu Duanhe stared at him with amusement, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "Don't you like it?"
His handsome, flawless face clearly showed a mischievous glint in his eyes. Despite his fiery temper, Feng Xingyun said helplessly, "I can't eat anything too spicy lately. Things that are too cold, too hot, or too sweet are all bad for me."
Liu Duanhe asked in surprise, "Why?"
Her beautiful phoenix eyes curiously scanned him, her pupils sparkling like glass beads in the sunlight streaming through the French windows.
Feng Xingyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his eyes to explain in a gentle voice, "I just had my tooth filled a few days ago."
Liu Duanhe chuckled and touched the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. His snow-white fingertips were as cool as fresh snow, with water droplets from the green grapes, but there was still a little warmth left on his fingertips.
"How pitiful."
Feng Xingyun's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, his heart pounding with restlessness. He forced out a low, hoarse voice from his chest, "Yes, I've been feeling really unwell these past few days."
His eyes were fixed intently on Liu Duanhe, like a hungry wolf grinding its teeth and sucking blood.
Liu Duanhe chuckled and withdrew his hand. "Are you trying to be cute with me?"
Feng Xingyun's arrogant eyes lit up for a moment, his ear tips turned slightly red, and he said with burning eyes, "If that's what you're saying, then if I answer yes, will it comfort me?"
Liu Duanhe leaned lazily against the sofa, his lips naturally red without any makeup, his shoulder-length ebony hair, and his flawless, jade-white features. He beckoned with his finger, as if a god were commanding his followers with nonchalant certainty, "Then come over and get it yourself."
Before the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun leaped over the city's horizon, and the towering buildings reflected dazzling light, dappling his body with light and shadow. Only the beam of light on his face, because it came from the sunlight, made Liu Duanhe's eyes blurry and dreamlike in the dazzling halo and the ethereal Tyndall effect.
Feng Xingyun couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he could imagine how gentle, affectionate, and even a little bit provocative Liu Duanhe's gaze was at that moment.
It felt as if a fire was burning in his chest and mind, and the sound of Liu Duanhe placing the cup on the table was the spark that ignited it.
Liu Duanhe's excessively long legs were casually slightly apart, his slender neck and prominent Adam's apple showing as he looked straight ahead. Even though his sitting posture was slightly inferior, his demeanor was one of superiority.
Feng Xingyun suddenly stood up, kneeling between Liu Duanhe's legs. His rapid breathing was as if he were extremely thirsty, filled with a predatory desire. His heavy heartbeat was almost ringing in Liu Duanhe's ears, like another heart of his own.
Liu Duanhe was pressed heavily against the back of the sofa. His neck was originally suspended in the air because of his height, but a hot hand touched him. Feng Xingyun felt his trembling. His rebellious heart softened completely. The calluses on his palms massaged the back of Liu Duanhe's neck with rough warmth. He murmured, "Can we kiss?"
As Feng Xingyun got closer, he could see Liu Duanhe's expression clearly. His beautifully shaped eyes shimmered with an emotional light, soft and moist, and his long eyelashes trailed out at the corners of his eyes, adding a touch of touching affection, which spread across his cheeks like ink.
Although surprised by Feng Xingyun's sudden and unpredictable action, Liu Duanhe refused to back down. He ran his fingertips across Feng Xingyun's cheek as he said rudely, "Stop talking nonsense."
Feng Xingyun was almost infatuated, completely captivated by him. His thin lips eagerly sought Liu Duanhe's lips, his cold and unruly eyes closed, revealing a pure and innocent expression.
The first kiss landed on Liu Duanhe's cheek, causing his heart to skip a beat as he was startled and flustered by the wet touch.
Feng Xingyun's second kiss landed tenderly on the tip of his nose.
Liu Duanhe almost suspected that Feng Xingyun was doing it on purpose, but when he opened his eyes, he clearly saw that Feng Xingyun was still devoutly keeping his eyes closed.
Liu Duanhe couldn't help but clench the hand that was resting on his chest, its jagged bones clearly defined.
The third kiss landed on the corner of his mouth, and his warm breath almost roared through his heart.
Liu Duanhe's breathing quickened, and his eyes darted nervously beneath his thin eyelids.
When the fourth kiss landed squarely on his lips, Liu Duanhe's reaction was actually a sigh of relief. The warm lips lingered on his soft lips, like two fish sharing a life together, or two small animals licking each other.
Liu Duanhe gradually lost track of what he was thinking, feeling as if the high defenses he had built up were collapsing in large sections, much like the recent housing prices.
Feng Xingyun was in no hurry to pry open his lips and teeth. He enjoyed Liu Duanhe's tacit closeness, and this kind of intimacy that was almost devoid of desire must be his favorite.
His guess was absolutely right. As they spent more and more time together, Feng Xingyun did indeed come to understand Liu Duanhe better and better.
Liu Duanhe's other hand, his fingertips plunging into his black hair, his nature never allowing things to slip out of his control.
In the irresistible yet intoxicating intimacy, Liu Duanhe slowly lowered his guard, and Feng Xingyun tentatively explored his lips and teeth.
Liu Duanhe was already immersed in the warm comfort when suddenly his lips and teeth were pried open, and he felt the unfamiliar wet and slippery probe.
Fortunately, Feng Xingyun's actions were not hasty or driven by desire, so Liu Duanhe's radar did not go off, and he allowed himself to lazily enjoy himself.
The faint sound of water echoed in the quiet, bright space, tender and ambiguous enough to make one's ears turn red.
After a long while, Liu Duanhe was almost out of breath before she pushed him away. Her bright eyes were veiled with a hazy mist, and the brilliance in them was like a star breaking through the fog, her eyelids brimming with deep affection.
He pushed Feng Xingyun's hand away without using much force, but Feng Xingyun finally learned from Liu Duanhe's wisdom and knew when to stop. For the sake of next time, he could certainly be more patient.
Feng Xingyun restrained himself and casually withdrew his hand from his shirt, but the lingering delicate touch in his palm still made him reveal a look of reminiscence.
Liu Duanhe pushed him to the other side of the sofa. His thin red eyelids closed lazily, and his moist red lips were noticeably swollen.
After a long pause, he said, "It does seem like one of my teeth is different from the others."
Feng Xingyun was surprised that Liu Duanhe's first words after their kiss were this, and his cold expression remained silent for a moment.
Liu Duanhe glanced at his expression from the side and laughed, amused by him. "Well, actually, I should say it was a good experience."
Feng Xingyun hesitated and said, "Then should I try again?"
Liu Duanhe smiled and blinked. "Hmm...you're really pushing your luck too fast."
He also turned his head to face Liu Duanhe, saying, "After all, someone has to take the initiative."
Liu Duanhe was somehow touched.
So he replied, "It depends on your performance."
Feng Xingyun sensed the softening in his words and silently moved another piece, so that their noses were almost touching.
He pressed further, "And how did I perform?"
Feng Xingyun felt that when pursuing someone, one should not be concerned about saving face. It's good enough if you can win her over. What's the point of relentlessly pursuing her?
Liu Duanhe's eyelashes fluttered, and his deep, dark eyes, now slightly lighter in close proximity, shone with a golden brilliance. "The answer is above."
Feng Xingyun reacted quickly; recalling Liu Duanhe's words, his eyes immediately lit up.
Liu Duanhe smiled again, got up and went to the bedroom, leaving behind the words, "I have to go out and get busy. Your uncle will probably call and make you go to work soon."
After he truly took Feng Xingyun seriously, he stopped being polite to him and bluntly urged him to go to work.
To be honest, Feng Xingyun didn't want to leave Liu Duanhe and go to the company at all right now.
When Liu Duanhe changed her clothes and went out, she saw Feng Xingyun standing motionless in front of the sofa. His sharp features were filled with an inappropriate sorrow, his thin lips were pursed, and even his neat and energetic buzz cut looked listless.
Liu Duanhe stepped forward with a laugh, pointing to the red spots and teeth marks on his neck. "Look what you've done to me! How am I supposed to face anyone now? I didn't even see it when I was changing clothes and looking in the mirror. Hurry up and run! Are you waiting for me to come out and settle the score with you?"
Under the sunlight, Feng Xingyun could clearly see the messy state of Liu Duanhe's fair and slender neck, but the first emotion that rose was not his mood, but a surge of anger rising from his lower abdomen.
Simply put, he f***ed it.
Because her neck was not to be seen, Liu Duanhe unusually did not wear a tie, but instead held a silk scarf in her hand and slowly tied it up.
He sensed something was wrong out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked down, he saw something he shouldn't have seen, so he immediately took a step back.
Her cheeks flushed red, and she laughed in exasperation. What was originally just a casual remark, a little bit of embarrassment, had now turned into shame and annoyance.
No one had ever been so rude to him before; Feng Xingyun was the first.
Feng Xingyun can't leave now; Liu Duanhe doesn't want him to lose face.
His own desires have always been weak. He only had a few instances of self-pleasure during the restless adolescence. Even the morning routine that most men have was left unattended and would soon be over.
So Liu Duanhe said decisively, "I'll give you ten minutes to calm your body down quickly."
Feng Xingyun was naturally embarrassed to use Liu Duanhe's bathroom at this moment, even though he had stayed here several times and used the guest room bathroom before, but things were different now.
However, he still couldn't resist saying, "Ten minutes is impossible."
Liu Duanhe frowned in confusion and said, "Ten minutes isn't enough for you to calm down?"
Feng Xingyun looked at Liu Duanhe sincerely, "Neither of the two kinds of calmness is enough, and it's even more difficult now that you're in front of me."
A few seconds later, Liu Duanhe understood what he meant. He chuckled coldly, "I think the stimulation wasn't enough. A kick would have been enough."
Feng Xingyun actually imagined it for a moment, following his words. He had never seen or heard Liu Duanhe fight. This refined and gentle young nobleman should always be a model of a gentleman who uses words but not fists, which is completely different from someone like him who is skilled in both literature and martial arts. "You kicking me once is indeed possible."
Liu Duanhe had heard of and witnessed the ways some people in the circle played. Some of them enjoyed being masochistic and dominated, while others were indiscriminate in their sexuality and engaged in all sorts of activities. The expressions on their faces as they indulged in desire were all exceptionally ugly. Part of his mysophobia stemmed from this. He couldn't help but take a step back. "What special fetish do you have?"
Seeing Liu Duanhe's reaction, Feng Xingyun was taken aback. "What kind of unusual fetish?"
Seeing that Feng Xingyun was genuinely confused and not pretending, Liu Duanhe was surprised that Feng Xingyun really didn't know. He paused for a moment, realizing that he had been overthinking things.
Liu Duanhe immediately replied, "It's nothing, I was just talking nonsense."
He glanced at his watch and said, "Alright, in that case, I'll be going now. You can leave on your own when you're done."
He didn't want to talk about this embarrassing topic anymore. After adjusting the ribbon to cover the marks in front of the mirror in the dressing room, he immediately went downstairs.
As soon as Liu Duanhe left, Feng Xingyun's excitement cooled down in no time. He felt no interest in the matter and left Liu Duanhe's house almost immediately after him.
Secretary Wei has also temporarily taken on the role of his driver these past few days. Although there was the accident involving Feng Xingyun, fortunately, Liu Duanhe had already factored in the accident when he sent a message to Secretary Wei.
Therefore, he arrived at a reasonable time. After noticing Liu Duanhe's figure, Secretary Wei, who was sitting in the driver's seat, immediately got out of the car and opened the door.
My gaze followed him as he walked in and landed on his moist, slightly swollen lips, a red that was noticeably different from his usual vibrant red.
He immediately and precisely took a disposable mask from the car, handed it to Liu Duanhe, pointed to his lips, and said with an inscrutable expression, "Boss, shouldn't you cover it up?"
Liu Duanhe then remembered that he had remembered to take a mask before leaving the bedroom, but he had completely forgotten about it. It was quite surprising given his memory.
He rarely showed a look of regret, "Well, thank goodness you reminded me."
It was just a simple mistake, but it was the first time Secretary Wei had ever seen Liu Duanhe make such an unnecessary error.
"Dating is truly terrifying," Secretary Wei thought to himself. Even a smiling tiger like his boss, who is meticulous in everything, couldn't escape it. He felt that he should never try it again. He had saved enough money to support himself for the rest of his life, not to mention the obvious promotion he was being given. His future was bright.
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