The Manic-Depressive Overbearing CEO (20)
Song Chubai was carefully placed onto the bed.
He looked at Lu Chenhan in confusion and called out, “President Lu.”
“Be a good boy.” Lu Chenhan kissed his earlobe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered as his warm breath brushed against him, “Call me Brother Lu.”
It was just a form of address, so Song Chubai didn’t hesitate, calling out in a crisp voice, “Brother Lu.”
This single call was enough to make Lu Chenhan go wild.
It wasn’t a madness of uncontrolled emotions, but a fierce wave of joy and a desperate desire for possession surging from the very depths of his heart.
He wanted to hold this person in his arms and be completely, utterly intertwined with him.
An embrace wasn’t enough, and neither were kisses.
Those intensely churning emotions required an even more intimate action to fully satisfy.
Therefore, following the deepest voice within his heart, Lu Chenhan kissed Song Chubai’s lips.
The lounge lights were dim, casting shadows over the two of them.
Their intertwined shadows seemed to be whispering something.
Song Chubai had a dream. In the dream, his cat master turned giant and began to knead biscuits on his stomach.
Those paws had a lot of strength, leaving his whole body sore and unable to move.
Amidst the soreness, he slowly opened his eyes, looking blankly at the ceiling.
What happened yesterday?
It seemed they kissed, and then it seemed things went this way and that way.
So this is how men are with each other. Thinking with a rather thick-skulled simplicity, Song Chubai’s dazed expression caused the corners of Lu Chenhan’s lips to curve upward in deep amusement.
With a large hand resting on Song Chubai’s waist, he spoke, “Does your waist hurt?”
Hearing Lu Chenhan’s voice, Song Chubai turned his head and answered honestly, “It hurts.”
“Mm.” Lu Chenhan acknowledged with a low sound, his large hand exerting slight pressure as he massaged his waist.
The pain caused Song Chubai’s small face to wrinkle up. He pressed his little hands against Lu Chenhan’s arm, wanting to stop him from continuing the massage, but his hands were intercepted and held in place.
“Be good, don’t move. It will feel better after a massage.”
Lu Chenhan’s tone could be considered gentle, but his hands applied even more force.
Song Chubai let out a cry of pain, yet he couldn’t stop Lu Chenhan.
After massaging like that for a short while, the soreness in his waist actually faded a little, and Song Chubai’s eyes brightened.
“Feeling better?” Lu Chenhan asked with a lingering smile at the corner of his lips.
Song Chubai nodded obediently, gave Lu Chenhan a quick glance, and whispered, “Thank you.”
He had even wanted to stop him just a moment ago.
Lu Chenhan unceremoniously accepted this expression of gratitude, and furthermore, collected a bit of interest.
His lips landed on Song Chubai’s once more, as if he had already become addicted to this sweet taste.
Three days later, inside the Baiyun Psychological Clinic, Ye Yun looked at the man before him and smiled, “This is actually the first time you’ve come to me on your own initiative.”
Under the dim lighting, the man’s features were revealed, handsome yet sharply aggressive.
“Mm, came to get some medicine from you,” Lu Chenhan said casually.
Ye Yun raised an eyebrow slightly, “I remember you saying before that you would never take medicine.”
Lu Chenhan crossed his hands, his thumbs rubbing against the webbing of his hands as he pressed down slightly.
“That was the past.”
His tone was light, “It’s different now.”
Ye Yun became a bit curious, “Can you tell me what happened?”
“You know, I’ve been doing research on manic depression, but unfortunately, very few patients are willing to cooperate.”
Once upon a time, Lu Chenhan was also a non-cooperating patient, though he wasn’t cooperating much more now.
“I found someone I want to protect.”
Thinking of the person still sleeping soundly at home, a smile naturally lifted the corners of Lu Chenhan’s lips.
That smile, falling into Ye Yun’s eyes, filled him with both shock and suspicion.
“Are you in a relationship?” he asked.
“In a relationship?” Lu Chenhan repeated, his brows furrowing slightly.
Mentioning this, it seemed he hadn’t even formally established a relationship with Song Chubai yet.
No, he had to go back and lock down the relationship first, lest this little fool get coaxed away by someone else.
Thinking of this, Lu Chenhan abruptly stood up and strode toward the door.
“You don’t want the medicine?” Ye Yun called out from behind.
Lu Chenhan threw back an answer, “I’ll come get it later.”
With those words, his figure disappeared out the door.
Hurrying back home, Lu Chenhan pushed open the bedroom door. Song Chubai was still fast asleep.
He had tossed him around far too much these past few days, and Song Chubai’s frail little frame simply couldn’t quite handle it.
Seeing that he was still asleep, Lu Chenhan lightened his footsteps as he walked toward the bed.
Reaching the bedside, he squatted down halfway, looking at Song Chubai’s sleeping face with a gentle expression and a tenderness hidden deep within his eyes that even he hadn’t noticed.
It was unbelievable, yet it also felt completely reasonable.
He had actually fallen in love with a boy. But with Chuchu being so cute, who wouldn’t like him?
Lu Chenhan lowered his head and, like the most devout knight, kissed the back of Song Chubai’s hand.
Feeling a wave of warmth, Song Chubai startled awake from his dream.
He blinked, looking at Lu Chenhan who was inexplicably sitting right beside him, and called out in a daze.
“Brother Lu?”
His voice still carried a bit of hoarseness, all caused by Lu Chenhan’s tossing about.
“Mm.” Lu Chenhan acknowledged, gently stroking Song Chubai’s cheek as he spoke, “Chuchu.”
His tone was so gentle that it gave Song Chubai goosebumps.
He couldn’t help shrinking back slightly, but was forcefully grabbed by the wrist.
Lifting his gaze to look at him, he sat up and asked, “What is it?”
Lu Chenhan raised his head to look at Song Chubai, the natural height difference making him appear to be in a position of vulnerability.
If it were in the past, someone as proud as Lu Chenhan would never have let such a thing happen.
But now, he kissed the back of his hand once more and asked with complete sincerity, “I like you, so will you be my boyfriend?”
He carried anticipation, yet also concealed a trace of possessiveness.
After a brief moment of daze, the tips of Song Chubai’s ears turned slightly red as he whispered a soft “Mm,” a sense of unprecedented satisfaction rising up within his heart.
It seemed that getting along with humans wasn’t bad either. Such a thought appeared in his mind for the very first time, unbelievable, yet truly existing.
“Chuchu,” Lu Chenhan called his name.
Song Chubai answered.
“Chuchu.”
He continued calling his name.
Song Chubai answered again.
“Chuchu.”
“Mm.”
“Chuchu.”
“I’m here.”
“Chuchu.”
“Chuchu.”
People who fall in love seem to turn childish, like Lu Chenhan, who could spend half a day just calling someone’s name without saying anything else, simply looking at him like that, holding his hand, fingers intertwined tightly with his.
Looking at Lu Chenhan like this, Song Chubai experienced a momentary trance.
It was as if a very, very long time ago, there was also someone who would call his name with overflowing joy.
Yet why couldn’t he remember who that person was?