Chapter 39 Unsatisfied vs. Lover "You want me to be on my wedding night..."
Amidst the cheers and clapping of the viewers in the live stream, Wen Yinhe carried Lu Huaijin back to the villa. The live stream was filled with showers of flowers, as if it were an electronic wedding procession for the two of them.
[Ahhhhh, is our wedding night almost here?! My family, I'm so excited!!! Screaming!!! (Even though I can't see it, sob sob)]
[Waaaaah, this episode is so incredibly sweet! I thought the previous episodes were sweet enough, but it just keeps getting sweeter with each one! If this keeps up, I'm going to get diabetes!!!]
[Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I'm throwing flowers like crazy! I'm a merciless flower-scattering machine!!! I'm going to shower their wedding bed with rose petals!!!]
[Hehehe, Mr. Lu is so cute when he's drunk! Will we see him showering the movie star with kisses and hugs? (Facepalm)]
However, the viewers in the live chat were really overthinking things, because Wen Yinhe never intended to stay outside.
Wen Yinhe gently lifted Lu Huaijin onto the sofa and laid him down. Then he went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, carefully placed a thick towel on the cold, hard edge of the bathtub, and then quickly took clean clothes and put them in.
When she returned for the last time, she carried Lu Huaijin into the bathroom, where the faint sound of water could soon be heard.
The smiles on the viewers' faces gradually faded with each of Wen Yinhe's comings and goings. But when Wen Yinhe carried Lu Huaijin inside and didn't come out for a full ten minutes, the viewers' hearts finally died.
【Wait, this time they won't even let us try a tiny bit of minced meat?! No way! Please, for the sake of all the days we've known each other, give us a little! I'm not picky! I'm super easy to feed! I'll eat anything!!!】
[You're taking a shower as soon as you get back? Aren't you planning to take advantage of Mr. Lu's drunkenness and do something to him? Seriously, what a husband! I'm sure Mr. Lu really enjoys you being all lovey-dovey with him! Really!!!]
[I strongly suggest you drink and then engage in wild, unrestrained sexual activity, losing all sense of reason and decency! Please, even though I can't see this, please make sure you eat properly! This was my friend's last words before he died! QAQ]
In the bathroom.
Wen Yinhe took off Lu Huaijin's clothes and carefully placed him into the warm water.
Lu Huaijin's head tilted weakly toward the edge of the bathtub, but what he touched was not a cold, hard object, but a soft, comfortable, thick towel.
The bathroom was now filled with warm steam.
Wen Yinhe's tall figure was somewhat blurred in the steam. His broad shoulders bent down as he knelt on one knee on the edge of the bathtub, leaning forward. The cuffs of his black short-sleeved shirt were soaked with water vapor, clinging even more tightly to Wen Yinhe's strong and powerful arm muscles, making him look exceptionally sexy.
He held a soaking wet towel in one hand, and gently lifted Lu Huaijin's chin with his other broad palm, patiently wiping Lu Huaijin's burning cheeks and tightly closed eyelids with extremely gentle movements.
Her fingertips occasionally brushed against Lu Huaijin's jawline, the cool touch dispelling the slight heat from the man's alcohol intake.
Lu Huaijin let out a comfortable sigh from deep in his throat, like a lazy animal humming. His face became even redder after being wiped, and his eyelashes drooped stickily from the moisture. Wen Yinhe then gently wiped them away with his warm fingertips with a smile.
Bath salts were added to the bathtub; they smelled of roses.
Lu Huaijin opened his eyes amidst the misty steam and saw Wen Yinhe's tall figure outlined by the white light. A few strands of damp black hair fell across his forehead, obscuring a small patch of his fair skin, making his lowered eyes, which were gazing at him, appear even more profound and revealing a focused beauty.
Wen Yinhe met the man's hazy gaze and couldn't help but lean in to kiss Lu Huaijin's damp eyelashes: "Awake? How are you feeling? Does your stomach hurt? Is anything bothering you?"
His shirt was already soaked with water, the black fabric clinging to his firm, full chest. The collar was slightly open, revealing a patch of skin that was flushed red from the heat, with a deep cleavage below. Every breath he took seemed to be deliberately seducing.
Lu Huaijin watched as a drop of sweat rolled down Wen Yinhe's sharply defined jawline and into his flushed chest, disappearing deep into his collar.
He swallowed hard, his throat parched, his brain, already fogged up by the hot water, grew increasingly muddled, his eyes almost glazed over, and he licked his lips hoarsely, saying, "It's too hot, I can't stand it..."
Wen Yinhe didn't immediately understand his deeper meaning. With an apology, she rubbed Lu Huaijin's burning face with the back of her still relatively cool hand and hurried to finish washing up: "Sorry, then I'll help you finish washing up quickly and take you out. Just hang in there a little longer, it'll be done soon."
"Aren't you hot wearing so much?" Lu Huaijin's breath was indescribably hot, and his throat was dry and tight.
He extended a long, slender finger, slowly sliding it along Wen Yinhe's Adam's apple to his collarbone, then deeply penetrating the sexy cleavage below his collar, affectionately scratching it with his hard nail: "You don't suit wearing clothes. Take them off and come in to help me cool down."
Wen Yinhe was stunned for a moment, his chest muscles suddenly tensed up, and even twitched due to the stimulation. Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, and his voice became dry and hoarse: "It might get even hotter after I go in."
Lu Huaijin's narrow eyes were bloodshot, his gaze sweeping over him almost blatantly, his voice drawn out: "Then lift me out of the water, lift me into the air, and I won't be hot anymore..."
Any fully functional adult man would find it impossible to remain unmoved by such seduction from the woman he loves.
However, Wen Yinhe stubbornly held back, gently placing Lu Huaijin's flailing hands back into the water, kissing his hair, and coaxing him gently, "You're drunk and not feeling well. Why don't you rest early today, okay?"
Lu Huaijin's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and he gritted his teeth as he asked viciously, "You want me to live like a widow on my wedding night???"
"No..." Wen Yinhe couldn't help but chuckle.
He had thought that his boss, Mr. Lu, had regained consciousness, but now it seemed that only one aspect of him had awakened.
"Come in," Lu Huaijin said, his strong arm gripping Wen Yinhe's collar tightly, almost pulling his upper body into the water. The man's tone was clearly commanding, but to Wen Yinhe's ears, it sounded like he was pleading. "I said, I want you."
Wen Yinhe smiled helplessly, took off his clothes, carefully entered the bathtub, and gently held Lu Huaijin in front of him.
The bath soap produced a rich lather, making it easy to create delicate bubbles. Wen Yinhe carefully applied these bubbles to Lu Huaijin's shoulders, neck, chest, and arms.
One hand gently massaged Lu Huaijin's veins and muscles, the broad palm bearing thin calluses, the force controlled just right.
His other hand was buried deep underwater, hidden by foam floating on the surface.
When his limbs were stiff and paralyzed, Lu Huaijin would soak him in a warm bath and tirelessly massage him.
In recent years, however, the division of labor between the two in the bathroom has unknowingly reversed.
Lu Huaijin no longer needs to ruin his health for social engagements, but occasionally, when he's in a good mood, he'll have a couple of drinks.
At this point, Wen Yinhe could only "work hard without complaint" to wipe him, wash him, and carry him around.
Lu Huaijin knew that Wen Yinhe had a knot in his heart and was obsessed with taking care of him, so he was happy to create opportunities for Wen Yinhe to enjoy the feeling of taking care of him.
Ripples spread across the water.
Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's burning neck from behind, turned on the bathtub's water exchange system, took the showerhead to rinse their bodies, lowered the water temperature, and gently asked the person in front of him, "Are you feeling better now? Are you more comfortable?"
Lu Huaijin still can't understand how anyone in the world can combine two completely different qualities, innocence and allure, so perfectly.
She's usually incredibly shy, but when it comes to doing this kind of thing, she's so adept at it.
Even though she was already on the verge of her limit, she always managed to be patient and restrained for his health, being incredibly gentle.
Lu Huaijin suddenly turned around in the water, water droplets rolling down his strong and smooth body lines, wetting Wen Yinhe's knees.
Wen Yinhe quickly grabbed Lu Huaijin's swaying waist.
The next second, his shoulder was suddenly pressed down by the man, while his chin was forcefully pinched by Lu Huaijin.
Lu Huaijin's domineering and straightforward kiss came suddenly, giving Wen Yinhe no time to prepare or buffer: "Is that all? You think you can fob me off like this?"
As he kissed her fiercely, he persistently and intermittently provoked Wen Yinhe with words during the brief, rapid pauses in his breathing:
"Where have all the food I've fed you over the years gone? Just tell me, I'll buy some on Taobao when I wake up tomorrow—"
Wen Yinhe silenced Lu Huaijin with his words.
As expected, they couldn't satisfy their hunger.
Wen Yinhe had no choice but to accept his fate.
"Wait a moment, I'll get a few more towels." Wen Yinhe breathed heavily as he parted Lu Huaijin's lips, but his tone remained as gentle and polite as ever.
As he spoke, Wen Yinhe stretched out his arm, pulled down the remaining towels from the shelf, and laid them flat at the bottom of the bathtub. Then he gently turned Lu Huaijin over so that his back was to him.
Lu Huaijin didn't blush when he kissed Wen Yinhe in front of the whole country, nor did he blush when he shouted that he wanted it, but now, because of Wen Yinhe's thoughtful gesture, his face turned bright red.
He knelt on the soft, delicate towel, feeling his entire back and neck turn bright red, almost too ashamed to lift his head.
Damn it, why didn't they just wear knee pads?!
Just as Wen Yinhe had never gotten used to Lu Huaijin's passionate and straightforward words and actions over the years, Lu Huaijin had never gotten used to Wen Yinhe's gentleness, which was even more shameful than direct sexual relations.
The gentleness that is appropriate and respectful in daily life, when placed in this special situation, feels out of place and tinged with a kind of awkwardness.
Wen Yinhe was naturally reluctant to let Lu Huaijin suffer any injury. Normally, even leaving a mark on Lu Huaijin required Lu Huaijin to provoke him repeatedly before he could force out a few.
Usually, the next morning, Wen Yinhe would guiltily stroke the red marks and even some blue grip marks on Lu Huaijin's body.
Once, when Lu Huaijin forced him to leave a mark on his neck, Wen Yinhe couldn't help but say, "A hickey is also known in medicine as mechanical purpura, which is caused by the rupture and bleeding of subcutaneous capillaries."
"Huh?" At that moment, Lu Huaijin was in a trance and didn't understand what Wen Yinhe was muttering.
After hesitating for a long time, Wen Yinhe gently kissed Lu Huaijin's neck, his face flushed, and murmured, "If you're not careful, someone could die..."
When Lu Huaijin first heard such remarks, he was so stunned that he almost lost his composure on the spot.
At that moment, he truly realized the stubbornness and rigidity inherent in this man.
He was a complete opposite of himself.
That's great.
He was absolutely adorable.
...
The bathroom was sweltering, and the sound of water echoed clearly in the enclosed space. The scalding water created ripples that made the already hot air even more unbearable.
Wen Yinhe's arm muscles bulged, and he powerfully swept across Lu Huaijin's chest, pulling the man tightly into his arms.
Another large hand forcefully and warmly covered the back of Lu Huaijin's hand that was gripping the edge of the bathtub.
Their fingers were clasped tightly together, and the veins on the back of their hands bulged.
Sweat trickled down Wen Yinhe's strong, muscular arms and into the bathwater, then splashed out with the water.
The sound of rushing water lasted for a long time.
After a moment of silence, Wen Yinhe changed the bathwater, soaked a towel in warm water, and wiped Lu Huaijin's cheeks and neck. Then he wrapped him warmly in a large, soft bath towel, held him steadily in his arms, and carefully applied lotion and body cream to him.
Lu Huaijin had exhausted all his strength and leaned lazily against Wen Yinhe's chest. The weariness after drinking surged up like a tide, making him too lazy to even open his eyelids. His flushed cheeks instinctively pressed against Wen Yinhe's soft neck, which exuded fragrance and familiar scent.
A steady, powerful pulse came from there, striking his ear with each beat, giving Lu Huaijin an indescribable sense of peace.
Although it was only once, Wen Yinhe always prioritized quality over quantity, and once was already more than enough.
Moreover, this time Lu Huaijin was drunk and behaved himself, so he didn't have time to cause trouble, which fulfilled Wen Yinhe's wish for tender affection.
At this moment, Lu Huaijin felt no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt as if he were riding a swaying boat, slightly tipsy.
I felt lightheaded and dizzy, as if I were buried in soft clouds, and my whole body felt incredibly comfortable.
Normally, Lu Huaijin would definitely find it lacking in excitement.
But when applied to Lu Huaijin, who was drunk at this moment, it seemed just right.
Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's eyelashes, which were wet with what seemed to be tears, sweat, or just water, with tenderness.
Lu Huaijin wrapped his arms around Wen Yinhe's neck and kissed him hard on the lips, praising him without reservation: "Baby, you're so amazing, I love you to death!"
No one dislikes being praised by their lover. Wen Yinhe felt both shy and happy, with a hint of unspeakable pride.
He carefully applied body lotion all over Lu Huaijin's body, using the excess on himself, and then began to dress him in pajamas.
When the topic of crying came up, Wen Yinhe couldn't help but think of their first time together, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Huaijin, was your first time crying after you became an adult because of me?"
Lu Huaijin paused slightly, his brain slowly picking up on the ambiguity hidden in Wen Yinhe's words. He couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch Wen Yinhe's chin and chuckled, "Yeah, it's all because you're too amazing. Are you proud?"
Although Wen Yinhe himself brought up the topic, he blushed instantly after getting the answer he wanted.
Lu Huaijin smiled and hooked his arm around Wen Yinhe's neck, then kissed him.
A thick layer of water vapor covered the porcelain wall of the bathtub, vaguely reflecting two blurry figures embracing each other. Lu Huaijin saw Wen Yinhe in the reflection holding him, as if he were holding a precious treasure.
He parted his lips slightly, his breath warm and moist: "Actually, that wasn't the first time I cried."
Wen Yinhe paused for a moment, somewhat surprised: "When was that actually?"
“You saw me cry for the first time,” Lu Huaijin said, wrapping his arms around Wen Yinhe’s neck and burying his face in his neck, kissing him lightly. His wet eyelashes brushed quickly against Wen Yinhe’s skin, making Wen Yinhe’s heart clench with the man’s words. “Do you remember why I handcuffed you back then?”
“That is…” Wen Yinhe’s voice suddenly went hoarse, his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly.
Of course he knew the reason.
That was... one night he had an emotional breakdown and couldn't take it anymore, so he left the bedroom without permission.
He desperately needed to find something to hurt himself.
He went to the kitchen, the gym, and all the rooms of the villa.
Some were locked, and the doors couldn't be opened.
All the cabinets in the accessible rooms were locked, and there was nothing usable in the rooms at all.
Finally, he could only wander into the living room in a daze. After standing there in the dark for a while, he raised his hand and slapped himself.
But just as he was about to raise his hand to strike himself a second time...
"Yinhe, can't you sleep again? What are you doing in the living room?"
The sudden sound of a man's voice behind him startled Wen Yinhe, and his body froze, unable to move.
He felt like a child who stayed up all night, deliberately sneaked out to do something naughty, and got caught.
He didn't know if Mr. Lu had seen what he had done, nor could he imagine how Mr. Lu would view him.
In an instant, guilt, remorse, self-blame, fear, panic... all sorts of extreme negative emotions overwhelmed him.
He had even imagined the terrifying scene of Mr. Lu kicking him out, calling him a pervert and disgusting, and telling him to get lost.
However, just as Wen Yinhe was trapped in the dark vortex, Lu Huaijin simply stepped forward steadily and firmly grasped Wen Yinhe's hand with his palm.
"It's chilly in the living room, let's go back to the bedroom and continue sleeping, okay?"
The man's voice sounded so gentle and pleasant in the night, causing Wen Yinhe's tense heart to relax instantly.
Wen Yinhe was led back by Lu Huaijin, his body stiff.
Mr. Lu not only did not kick him out, but also let him sleep in Mr. Lu's own bed that very night.
He thought, "Mr. Lu probably didn't see it."
Although this hopeful thought was shattered the very next day by the handcuffs that Mr. Lu put on his wrists.
However, for many years afterward, Wen Yinhe could never forget the moment when he was led by the hand by Lu Huaijin, walking through the cold, silent night, passing a huge, open skylight—
The moonlight poured down from above, silently kissing the man's handsome and sharp face, smoothing his cold lips, as if veiling him with a pure white veil, revealing a soft and vulnerable side of the usually strong and proud man that had never been seen before.
Wen Yinhe even saw that the man's fair cheeks, bathed in moonlight, faintly shimmered with a soft, watery glow.
That breathtakingly beautiful scene remains unforgettable for Wen Yinhe to this day.
He always thought it was the beautiful moonlight on an angel's face.
Little did he know that those were actually the tears of his lover.
...
Upon learning the truth after many years, Wen Yinhe was so astonished that he was almost speechless.
Lu Huaijin didn't know the specific source of the matter, but he saw that after Wen Yinhe finished listening to him, his eyes suddenly reddened slightly, and his eyes were filled with indescribable pity and sadness as he looked at him, looking pitiful as if he had been dealt a heavy blow.
"Feeling sorry for him?" Lu Huaijin touched his tight lips, not regretting telling Wen Yinhe all this.
Wen Yinhe is now capable of bearing everything from the past, and those missed opportunities and regrets can be made up for in the future.
He nestled warmly in Wen Yinhe's arms, his arms tightly wrapped around Wen Yinhe's broad shoulders, his voice low and calm: "Then hug me."
Wen Yinhe gently cupped Lu Huaijin's face and kissed his rosy cheek tenderly and lovingly.
It was as if he had traveled through time and space, and on behalf of his past self, kissed the face of the lover who shed tears for him for the first time that night.
...
That night, Wen Yinhe had a dream.
I dreamt that I went back to when I was seven years old, and I really became a puppy, rolling on the ground, wagging my tail frantically, trying my best to please everyone who passed by.
However, everyone disgustedly kicked him, threw stones at him, and called him filthy, saying he was a dead dog no one wanted and would die in the garbage dump outside sooner or later.
He tucked his tail between his legs, his ears drooping, and cried out in pain, terrified and saddened.
At that moment, a broad, warm hand suddenly landed on his stomach and gently stroked him.
He cautiously raised his eyes and saw the most handsome man in the world, bending down and smiling as he asked him:
Are you a puppy?
The man had jet-black hair, deep and captivating black eyes, a high and straight nose, and thin, sensual lips. Sunlight filtered through his long eyelashes, casting shadows on his eyelids, making his gaze appear exceptionally focused and profound. He was as dazzling and powerful as the sun.
In an instant, his heart pounded, his mind went blank, and the whole world spun around him.
He felt he had fallen in love with a man at first sight.
He must have fallen in love with him.
He so desperately wanted to go home with him, so he nuzzled the man's warm palm with his nose, and carefully and pleaded with his tongue to lick the man's soft, fragrant fingertips, his heart desperately begging—
Are you going to take me home?
Please, take me home.
Take me with you.
"Don't you have a home?" The man stroked his dirty body without any disgust, raising an eyebrow. "What a coincidence, neither do I, so I'm looking for someone to form a home with me."
He looked at the man with incredibly pleading eyes, hoping the man would choose him.
Unexpectedly, the man withdrew his hand from stroking his belly, and instead slowly squatted down in front of him, gently patting his head:
"What should I do? I don't keep pets."
He suddenly felt as if his world had collapsed. An immense despair surged from his feet to his brain, and his body trembled violently, almost causing him to lose the will to live.
However, the next second, the man gently lifted his dirty body with clean, soft hands and tenderly placed it against his warm chest, right in front of his heart.
The heartbeat was so strong and powerful, full of vitality, it was simply the most beautiful melody in the world, and he was instantly mesmerized.
The man's deep, magnetic voice, accompanied by a gentle kiss, landed on the tip of his nose: "But I can build a home that belongs to us together."
On his way home, he heard the man tell him, word by word, deeply and forcefully, as if to be etched into his soul:
"Remember, your name is Wen Yinhe, and you are my lover, Lu Huaijin."
...
The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist and poured onto the two tall men sleeping in each other's arms on the bed.
Wen Yinhe placed one arm under the blanket across Lu Huaijin's waist, while his other hand covered the back of Lu Huaijin's head, his fingers half-embracing Lu Huaijin's shoulders and back, as if guarding an extremely precious treasure.
No one saw that his eyes, hidden in the hair on the top of the man's head, were slightly moist, and a smile of extreme happiness graced his lips.
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