A knock at the door cut through the lingering images of that room full of amorous charm in Tang Mo’s mind, simultaneously shattering the intimate and hazy atmosphere between the two.
Su Chengning looked away with a hint of regret.
Forget it, I’ll let you off the hook for now.
He tried to pull away the hand circled around his waist, but encountered a slight obstacle.
That hand clung to his body like a chronic ailment; it couldn’t be budged with just a little effort. The other hand, encased within Tang Mo’s palm, received the same treatment tight and sticky, as if they had been bonded together by some unknown external force.
Inseparable.
Su Chengning was forced to look up once more at the big boy in front of him. Within Tang Mo’s dark, deep pupils, a faint trace of grievance surfaced, seemingly a silent accusation: I haven’t answered yet, do you really intend to leave my embrace?
He arched an eyebrow at Tang Mo, responding with his eyes: Then say it.
Tang Mo pursed his lips and looked down at him.
With a gulp, Su Chengning clearly heard the sound of him swallowing saliva, and a shallow smile instantly colored his eyes.
Tang Mo bit his lower lip in frustration.
The knock sounded again. Su Chengning instinctively looked back, only to realize the strength at his waist had tightened by several degrees.
It gave him the illusion that if he dared to leave, that force would lock him firmly in place.
Su Chengning gave him a half-amused look and relaxed his body again, allowing Tang Mo to continue holding him.
“Someone is outside,” his voice was soft and waxy, so pleasant it made one’s heart sway.
“Someone?” Tang Mo seemed dazzled by his shallow smile, murmuring back, “What person?”
“Someone is knocking on the door,” Su Chengning said somewhat helplessly. “Let go of your hand.”
“Oh.”
Only then was Tang Mo forced to release his grip, letting Su Chengning leave his embrace.
Tang Mo watched him walk toward the door without a hint of lingering attachment, feeling disappointed. His wide-open bathrobe felt as if a cold wind had scraped past; his chest felt empty and chilled.
He pulled his lapels together, his handsome face covered in grievance, yet he was unwilling to pull the person back by force.
Sigh!
He despised his own cowardice in his heart.
I didn’t answer Chengning-ge’s question well just now; will he be disappointed in me?
When Su Chengning walked back, he saw Tang Mo squatting by the sofa, seemingly rummaging through something.
He walked over and saw a small black duffel bag on the floor. The color of the bag was similar to the sofa, which was why he hadn’t noticed it when he first came back.
Seeing how seriously Tang Mo was searching, he asked, “What are you doing?”
Without looking up, Tang Mo replied, “Looking for clothes.”
He had come in a hurry and only packed a few things at random. After searching through them, he realized he had forgotten to bring a change of underwear.
This was incredibly embarrassing.
When he went into the bathroom to shower earlier, he only took the bathrobe. Underneath it was empty.
Truly “vacuum-sealed.”
To the point where, when the two were pressed against each other just now, Tang Mo was feeling a surge of passion while simultaneously worrying that Su Chengning would discover his “little secret.”
It was so stimulating that he almost “stood up in respect.”
A certain little thing was restless.
He felt that his willpower had received an excellent workout just now.
Except Brother, you might really be exposed this time.
“I see that you.”
“I need to go out for a bit.”
The two spoke at the same time and both froze for a moment.
Su Chengning said, “I see the things you brought aren’t quite complete; you don’t seem to have any underwear.”
When those last two words came out, he clearly saw Tang Mo’s ears turn red.
The bashful look was so pure it made him feel the boy was cute and interesting.
He felt that since his rebirth, he had developed a new habit he liked seeing Tang Mo shy.
This vivid and lively Tang Mo was what Su Chengning liked to see, unlike the tragic and pitiful version from his past life.
Having his little secret pierced through with a single word, Tang Mo’s face was flushed, clearly very embarrassed.
“I’ll go buy some now.”
Su Chengning raised an eyebrow. “Going to buy them in a bathrobe?”
“I can change back into my original clothes.”
“That would be so uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable is better than not wearing any.
Seeing him frown, Su Chengning knew this person loathed wearing old clothes.
“Take these and change.”
He handed over a bag; it was the clothes he had just had someone deliver.
The man who had been wearing a miserable face immediately swapped it for a look of pleasant surprise.
“Thank you, Chengning-ge.” Tang Mo gave Su Chengning a heavy, happy hug, then rushed toward the bathroom with the clothes, not forgetting to add: “Ge, you’re the best.”
Su Chengning smiled helplessly.
This guy really had the vibe of a simple and pure big boy.
One moment he was blushing with shame for being caught without underwear, and the next he could recklessly hug him in wild joy.
When he called him “Ge,” those deep black pupils shone startlingly bright, like the intimacy a well-behaved younger brother would show toward an admired older brother.
Su Chengning pressed his hand against his heart to feel the slight sweetness; it was a feeling called joy.
As Tang Mo took off his bathrobe, he suddenly remembered a conversation they had on WeChat.
Wash yourself clean, I’m going to check later.
Thinking of the parts Su Chengning had touched during their intimate interaction just now, there was still a subtle heat there.
That counts as being checked, right?
It counts!
He gave himself a firm conclusion.
Su Chengning had prepared several sets of clothes, from the inside out, everything was included.
There were the T-shirts he loved to wear daily, as well as the formal wear he usually disliked.
He picked a silver-grey long-sleeved T-shirt. He had almost never worn this color, but it suited him unexpectedly well, making his already handsome features even more dashing and charming.
When Su Chengning saw him come out in the new clothes, his eyes lit up slightly as he praised, “Very handsome, very charming.”
Tang Mo smiled sheepishly. “Chengning-ge is the one who looks good.”
The mutual praise instantly reminded them both of the amorous scene from before; Tang Mo turned his head away with a slight blush.
“I’m telling the truth,” he emphasized again, his tone sincere and earnest. “No matter when, Chengning-ge is the best-looking person I have ever seen.”
Worried that Su Chengning wouldn’t eat properly, Tang Mo specifically prepared a table of his favorite dishes.
From meat to vegetables, he almost made Su Chengning eat until his stomach was perfectly round.
Touching his somewhat overstuffed belly, Su Chengning remarked, “Your skills are even better than a hotel chef’s.”
He wasn’t usually one for gluttony, but he couldn’t help eating most of the dishes Tang Mo had made.
After eating and drinking his fill, he felt lazy all over.
He lay casually on the sofa, his expression languid. Hearing footsteps, he looked up slightly.
His eyes reflected Tang Mo’s tall and upright figure.
Looking up from this angle, what met his eyes were those long legs he greatly envied.
Su Chengning himself wasn’t short, standing at 180cm, with his legs alone accounting for two-thirds of his height. He had a thin waist and long legs, with a handsome face a typical “beauty’s physique.”
But compared to Tang Mo’s 188cm height, those legs were defiantly long, making his heart feel sour whenever he looked.
He clicked his tongue twice in his mind, but Tang Mo stopped in his tracks because of his gaze.
“You really don’t need to open another room?”
Su Chengning suppressed his envious thoughts, his tone soft and waxy.
He felt uncomfortable lying down, so he grabbed a throw pillow to prop up his neck. Then, finding it too high, he fumbled around to adjust it, never satisfied.
Looking at Su Chengning twisting and turning on the sofa, with the occasional glimpse of fair skin beneath his shirt, Tang Mo felt a bit of an itch in his heart.
He turned his head away slightly, but couldn’t help turning back to keep staring at Su Chengning.
“No need, I can just sleep here.”
“Then you can only sleep on the sofa.”
Failing to get the pillow right, Su Chengning simply flipped over onto his stomach, pressing against the pillow and tilting his head up to talk to Tang Mo.
This posture exposed his slender neck to Tang Mo’s line of sight without any cover, like a meticulously prepared delicacy waiting to be tasted.
After lying there for a while, Su Chengning felt uncomfortable and sat up directly from the sofa.
Tang Mo’s gaze shifted from his neck to his soft waist especially that patch of fair skin exposed when Su Chengning leaned over to fish out a slipper from under the sofa. Tang Mo’s eyes darkened for a moment.
It was getting late. Su Chengning covered his mouth and let out a yawn, a bit of moisture seeping from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing Tang Mo staring at him with a deep gaze, his somewhat dazed head didn’t react for a second.
“Oh, I just lay on the sofa, it’s a bit messy. Tidy it up yourself.”
His casual tone suggested this was a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Tang Mo followed his words to look at the messy sofa, and then looked at the large bed that was big enough for two adult men to roll around freely.
Su Chengning wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, only then noticing that the boy was eyeing his bed.
“What, you want to sleep in the bed?” he leaned in to ask, his voice full of teasing.
Tang Mo gave a silent answer.
How could a sofa compare to a bed, especially when there’s a beauty in the bed?
“Sharing a bed” the phrase was etched into his mind the moment he arrived.
Su Chengning placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered a low murmur: “You’re dreaming so beautifully…” (literally: You look so beautiful, [so don’t think so beautifully/don’t dream so big].)
Without waiting to see if Tang Mo understood, he left him with a sentence: “I’m going to shower.”
He walked away with a smile on his lips.
“What does he mean?” Tang Mo was puzzled. “Is he really going to let me sleep in the bed just like that?”
This is great.
Hehe.
Tang Mo sat on the bed happily for a moment; it was soft and quite comfortable.
He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Su Chengning to finish showering while scrolling through his phone.
As he scrolled, he suddenly realized the meaning behind Su Chengning’s words, and his handsome face immediately slumped.