Bipolar Overbearing CEO (12)
Noticing that Song Chubai was waking up, Lu Chenhan’s body stiffened slightly.
He looked at him, only to find that Song Chubai’s eyes were out of focus, and his face held a somewhat dazed expression as he looked back.
He looked entirely like someone who had just woken up and was still half asleep.
Lu Chenhan pressed his lips together, lowered his voice, and called out, “Song Chubai?”
Song Chubai blinked, revealing a silly smile. “Big Tiger Tiger, you mustn’t be naughty.”
Big Tiger Tiger was precisely the name of his beloved cat. It was originally just named “Big Tiger,” but he felt that wasn’t cute enough, so he had always called it “Big Tiger Tiger.”
As he spoke, Song Chubai’s hand gave a little poke. Feeling a soft texture, his silly smile gained a hint of slyness.
“I touched Big Tiger Tiger’s little balls. Hehehe.”
As if completely satisfied, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
Having been teased yet again, Lu Chenhan’s face darkened, his chest heaving up and down as his emotions fluctuated violently.
A trace of bashfulness hidden beneath his anger left a thin layer of red on Lu Chenhan’s earlobes. After taking a few deep breaths to barely calm himself down, he glared fiercely at Song Chubai.
He was going to remember this grievance of being teased!
If he didn’t tease him back, his last name wouldn’t be Lu.
With a gloomy expression, Lu Chenhan’s mind had already brainstormed several different methods.
Yet for some reason, the more he imagined those scenarios, the hotter his heart felt, to the point where even his body temperature seemed to rise a bit.
He stared intently at Song Chubai’s peacefully sleeping face, his gaze faintly tinged with a streak of desire.
As the night grew deeper, Lu Chenhan slowly loosened his grip on Song Chubai’s hand.
Following that, he openly and unabashedly lay down right beside Song Chubai. A large hand rested on his slender waist, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the soft flesh of the waist. Feeling that softness, Lu Chenhan narrowed his eyes, the desire deepening.
Wrapping around Song Chubai from behind, he pulled him into his embrace. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of his heart, and his body relaxed in a rare moment of peace.
Drowsiness inexplicably welled up, his eyelids growing heavier.
Holding Song Chubai just like that, Lu Chenhan drifted off to sleep.
Having a dreamless night and sleeping a full seven hours, he woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy.
Lu Chenhan, who hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time, stared intently at Song Chubai the moment he woke up, as if wanting to carve his image deep into the core of his eyes.
Song Chubai had already been somewhat awake, and being held and stared at like this made his consciousness clear up even faster.
His eyelashes trembled as he slowly opened his eyes, only to find Lu Chenhan staring straight at him with pitch-black pupils.
Song Chubai: ??
Why was Lu Chenhan here?
And why was he holding him in such an ambiguous posture?
Subconsciously, Song Chubai tried to push Lu Chenhan away, only to be held even tighter.
“Why so fickle? Wanting to push me away the moment you wake up? Hmm?”
Lu Chenhan’s voice was deep, still carrying the hoarseness unique to just waking up in the morning, oozing with sexiness.
Song Chubai looked at him with some bewilderment. “What?”
He remembered sleeping by himself last night. Putting aside how Lu Chenhan even got in here, there was no way he could be considered fickle, right?
He clearly loved his cat dearly; he wasn’t fickle at all. Song Chubai mentally argued back, though he didn’t dare say it out loud.
Heaven knows what kind of weird things Lu Chenhan would say next.
“Last night.” Lu Chenhan straightened his expression, his gaze dropping a bit lower. “You touched me here.”
Song Chubai: ??
Following Lu Chenhan’s gaze downward, he felt as though he understood something, yet also understood nothing at all.
Seeing him look down, Lu Chenhan assumed he understood, and spoke up again, “You even praised me, saying I was extremely fierce and mighty.”
Since he called him Big Tiger Tiger, how could he not be fierce and mighty?
What was a tiger? It was the representative of majesty and ferocity. Although “Big Tiger Tiger” sounded a bit childish, it couldn’t change the fact that he was formidable.
Lu Chenhan earnestly applied the praise to himself. “You praised me for being as fierce and mighty as a giant tiger.”
Song Chubai: ??
What on earth was a giant tiger supposed to be?
He did dream of his cat last night, and in a rare occurrence, he had even managed to touch his cat’s little balls.
Wait.
Song Chubai’s eyes widened abruptly.
He didn’t actually do that in real life too, did he?
“Remembered?” Lu Chenhan curled his lips into a smile, his large arm pulling Song Chubai in even tighter. Lowering his head slightly until he was practically resting against Song Chubai’s ear, he murmured in a low voice, “Were you satisfied?”
Song Chubai’s face flushed red in an instant.
An unfamiliar, domineering aura enveloped his body, seeming to infiltrate every pore as it sought to surround and possess his entire being.
Song Chubai faintly felt his legs going weak. Fortunately, he was lying down on the bed right now, otherwise he probably would have exposed his weak legs.
Lightly biting his lower lip, he turned his head away and whispered, “I don’t remember.”
He didn’t even know how Lu Chenhan had gotten into his room, let alone that he had committed such an absurd act.
Those pink, tender lips glistening with a watery sheen caught Lu Chenhan’s eye, deepening the dark color of his pupils.
A low “hmm” escaped from the back of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as an incredible thought popped into his mind.
Song Chubai had an exceptionally well-shaped pair of lips; they were perfectly suited for kissing.
This thought was absurd and unimaginable, yet it left a trace in his mind, planting a tiny seed that would one day grow into a towering tree.
When that time came, desire would become uncontrollable.
For now, however, Lu Chenhan was still able to keep a good grip on his thoughts and suppress certain strange urges of possession.
Seeing that it was getting late, Lu Chenhan stopped teasing Song Chubai. He loosened his grip on his waist, sat up, and casually adjusted his collar, revealing his sturdy, well-defined collarbone.
This little tactical move went completely unnoticed by Song Chubai. Seeing him sit up, Song Chubai sat up as well, taking the opportunity to pull his pajamas tighter.
The pajamas he was currently wearing belonged to Lu Chenhan and naturally ran a bit large; if he didn’t pull them tight, a large expanse of his chest would have been exposed.
Noticing his movement, the corners of Lu Chenhan’s mouth twitched upward into a smile, though he didn’t say a word as he got up and walked out.
The door clicked shut from the outside, and Song Chubai quietly let out a breath of relief.
He couldn’t help but call out to the system in his mind.
{Qi Qi, how did Lu Chenhan get in last night?}
Qi Qi remained silent for a full second before replying, “He walked in through the front door, fair and square.”
Never having expected this answer, Song Chubai was left speechless.
{Looks like I’ll have to lock my door from now on when I sleep.}
Qi Qi didn’t reply, lapsing back into silence.
Song Chubai was used to Qi Qi’s silence by now; this was probably just the nature of a system, right?
Lost in his wandering thoughts, he quickly got up to change his clothes.
Just as he took off his pajamas, the door was unexpectedly pushed open from the outside.