For new lovers who have just held hands, they’d probably do things like talking with lowered heads, blushing, and smiling when saying sweet words.
Married couples who have just tied the knot may be more suitable to accompany their sweet words with kisses, snuggling, and ear whispers.
The scattered documents on the ground were left untouched, and the nameless fingers that held onto each other were adorned with identical rings. When their ten fingers interlocked, they complemented each other perfectly.
After a deep kiss, it is necessary to switch to shallow pecks and amidst the low breaths, Shen Fangyu kissed Jiang Xu’s eyes, eyebrows, nose tip, and fingers.
His lips were soft and warm, with endless tenderness.
He kissed all the way from the ring on the ring finger to the fingertips and it felt like a small feather floating in the heart. Jiang Xu bit his lip and looked up, Shen Fangyu let go of his hand and kissed him again. “You can bite me, don’t bite yourself.”
Jiang Xu nodded lightly, then bit Shen Fangyu’s lips, and the latter laughed lowly, rubbing his chin.
The tide rose and fell, and the jade tree bloomed.
It started raining outside the window at some point, the dim street lights were stained with rain and the rustling rain was mixed into the warm room through a layer of glass.
Shen Fangyu looked at Jiang Xu’s misty eyes and suddenly said, “Do you remember when you said that if I really helped you get leave, you would grant my request?”
“Uh?” Jiang Xu’s voice was a little hoarse, “What request?”
“Just keep liking me.” Shen Fangyu whispered in his ear.
Jiang Xu lifted the corners of his mouth.
In love, he probably wasn’t the only one who became childish and love-struck.
He hugged Shen Fangyu’s neck and pulled him closer, kissing his lips. “That is an eternal objective truth, there’s no need to ask.”
Shen Fangyu raised his eyebrows and was about to question whether Jiang Xu was trying to trick him when the latter lowered his eyelashes, turned his face aside and said, “Let’s talk about something else.”
“What else?” Shen Fangyu teased, “I’m not easy to fool.”
The bedroom light was slightly bright, and when Jiang Xu looked at Shen Fangyu from his reclined angle, he could also see his slightly protruding belly.
He put his hands down, revealing the small mole under his eyes that was trembling slightly and took a deep breath. He then sat up, came to Shen Fangyu’s ear and whispered something in a breathy voice.
The voice was very small, and the speed was very fast.
After speaking, he quickly lay back and covered his face with the quilt.
It was raining heavily and the sound of rain was a bit noisy, but even with such a loud downpour, it could not cover up Shen Fangyu’s heartbeat.
He heard It.
Shen Fangyu gulped heavily, suspecting that the honey water mixed with hangover medicine might not have been thorough enough, and the alcohol had still clouded his mind.
He repeated Jiang Xu’s words in his mind countless times, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating, but even his speech became stuttered: “Wh-what…do you mean?”
Jiang Xu reached out a hand from under the covers and hit Shen Fangyu.
It was done with an imposing manner, and a hint of arrogance.
But all Shen Fangyu could see was the tiny black mole on his hand, and the fingertips that had been lightly dusted with his kisses.
Sometimes, making an invitation or saying a sudden bold statement was because of a momentary rush of hormones.
Perhaps it was because of the fairly good experience in the dreams that Jiang Xu had a slight idea of trying.
Or maybe it was because of the three day vacation in M country that allowed Jiang Xu to temporarily escape the fast-paced work rhythm.
When the mind is relaxed, it is easy to think about some things.
Or maybe he intentionally or unintentionally saw Shen Fangyu endure too many times, and seeing the person he liked endure so hard made him sympathetic.
In short, countless mixed emotions that Jiang Xu himself couldn’t even list made him bring up this matter on this rainy night.
“But you…” Shen Fangyu felt like his brain was not very clear, “you are pregnant.”
Jiang Xu pulled the blanket down and said seriously, “When you give medical advice to a patient, you wouldn’t say something like that.”
During the stable mid-term pregnancy, the large secretion of hormones can lead to increased desires, so for healthy patients without abnormal conditions and special diseases, the obstetrician’s advice at this stage is: “appropriate, moderate, and maintain a happy mood.”
But what you say to a patient and what you say to your partner are two different things.
Jiang Xu’s unexpected sentence was probably more effective than a hundred boxes of sildenafil. Shen Fangyu felt like he was gasping for breath when he spoke, as if he was suffering from an incurable fever.
Shen Fangyu used his almost malfunctioning brain to reason, “Are you testing me, Jiang Xu?”
“My will may not be as firm as you think,” he confessed, “if you say such things, I may… I may really not be able to withstand such a test.”
Jiang Xu looked at him for a while, then directly reached out and undid the first button of his collar.
“Who said I was testing you?”
The slightly cool fingertips touched his skin, and Shen Fangyu, who has been struggling for a long time, was stunned, then the string in his brain suddenly broke.
Jiang Xu only managed to exclaim before Shen Fangyu kissed his lips.
His hands hung down by his side, firmly held by Shen Fangyu so he could only instinctively respond to the kiss, and couldn’t do anything else.
In a daze, Shen Fangyu whispered lightly in his ear, “Can you turn over?”
Jiang Xu replied absentmindedly. But as soon as he turned over, Shen Fangyu kissed his neck from behind.
The slender neck was exposed to the air, and Jiang Xu clutched the blanket, the sound of his suppressed breathing swallowed by the pillow.
Her face turned red, and he left only a trailing hint, “There is…. in the drawer…”
Shen Fangyu gulped and his voice was a little hoarse with heat as he whispered in Jiang Xu’s ear, “When did you buy it?”
Jiang Xu’s earlobes turned red, like a red pomegranate spreading on the snow, looking extremely bright.
Perhaps because he was concerned about the child, Shen Fangyu was very careful.
The gentle waves hit the rocks, always just missing the mark, like an itch that cannot be reached.
Jiang Xu pursed his lips and informed Shen Fangyu in a low voice, “Yu Sang had plans today…so I switched shifts with him. I’m…taking a day off tomorrow.”
But Shen Fangyu’s mind was already a mess, and he clearly didn’t understand the implications in Jiang Xu’s words.
Finally losing patience, Jiang Xu couldn’t help but say, “Can’t you… hurry up?”
“But I’m worried—”
Before Shen Fangyu could finish speaking, Jiang Xu turned around and sat up.
Now Shen Fangyu was completely out of rhythm, and even his breathing and heartbeat were all messed up.
The rain was heavy, and all he could see was Jiang Xu’s wet black hair, the reddened corners of his eyes, his tightly bitten lower lip, his tilted neck, and his white, protruding belly.
His gaze was fierce, just like when he saw him under that hibiscus tree when they were eighteen years old.
If he was still dressed, he would probably have rolled up his sleeves and punched him in the face in the next second.
But taking another look, Jiang Xu was more like the best hibiscus flower blooming on the treetop.
Red, beautiful, and brilliantly bright.
It is said that the hibiscus flower changes three times a day: snow-white in the morning, light pink in the afternoon, and bright red in the evening.
Shen Fangyu thought that this sentence seemed to be describing Jiang Xu.
As the ancients said, there are four great pleasures in life.
Encountering rain after a long drought.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
The night of the bridal chamber, and the moment of fame and glory.
And the man in front of him was his fellow countryman in the bustling city, his sexual awakening, and the top scholar who stood with him at the peak.
They blended their love into each other’s lives and also infused their lives into each other’s time.
When exhausted, Jiang Xu leaned on Shen Fangyu’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He then slowly leaned over and lay in his embrace.
His abdomen protruded, and Shen Fangyu’s abdomen sank.
The decrease in visual acuity led to an increase in olfactory sensitivity, and Jiang Xu always felt as if he could smell the fragrance on Shen Fangyu’s body again.
Light, elegant, with a lingering and affectionate sweetness, like a long lasting love that flows like a gentle stream.
