ABPBS CH35
Gu Qichi: “…”
“Aside from kissing, what else do you want to do?”
The hand resting on Bo Yu’s back stilled. Gu Qichi narrowed his eyes, his fine, long hair obscuring the dark, unreadable depth of his gaze. They were standing in a secluded corner of the airport, away from the bustling center; few pedestrians passed by, and no one bothered to see what the two were doing.
Except for Wen Xi, who kept a hawk-like watch on Gu Qichi, and Luo Qianqian, who was utterly immersed in her “ship.”
Bo Yu tilted his head down, leaning in without hesitation to bite Gu Qichi’s soft, fair earlobe.
He held the soft flesh in his mouth, nipping and licking it gently. The subtle shudder brought on by the flick of his tongue made Gu Qichi tremble. He tried to push Bo Yu away, but the man refused to loosen his grip, instead increasing the pressure.
His sharp canines sank in slightly, bringing a stinging prick of pain. Bo Yu’s arm tightened around Gu Qichi’s waist like an iron band, shackling him in place.
Only when the earlobe turned from pale to pink, and finally to a vivid, dripping crimson, did Bo Yu let go. He rested his chin shamelessly on Gu Qichi’s shoulder. His voice was muffled, low, and raspy, colored with unmistakable desire.
“I do want something else. Are you willing to give it to me?”
Gu Qichi: “…”
“There’s only an hour and a half left. Even if you wanted to do something else, there isn’t enough time.”
Knowing exactly what he was referring to, Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled; Gu Qichi could clearly hear the sound of him swallowing.
Bo Yu’s breath was hot. He half-closed his eyes, circling back to the original topic: “Then… is a kiss also not allowed?”
Gu Qichi was becoming flustered by the persistence. He tilted his neck back, the white, straight line of it creating a beautiful curve, and his eyes grew a bit misty. The tingling pain on his earlobe felt like ants crawling—not particularly sharp, but enough to cause a restless itch.
Both on his ear and in his heart.
“Bo Yu,” Gu Qichi called his name, his gaze a bit dazed. His fingers curled instinctively, bunching Bo Yu’s shirt into a wrinkled mess. “This is a public place. I don’t want to do it here.”
He seemed to think of something else and blocked another possibility before Bo Yu could speak: “And I don’t want to go to the restroom to kiss. It’s too dirty.”
Dongcheng Airport was a new facility with top-tier luxury, even in its restrooms. But Gu Qichi, with his germaphobia, couldn’t stand the thought of being cornered in a toilet for something so intimate.
Hearing this, Bo Yu loosened his hold on the waist. His long, narrow phoenix eyes lowered, casting a faint shadow over his face. His gaze was dark and cold, swirling with a thick, murky intensity.
The man wrapped his hand around Gu Qichi’s, enveloping it completely while kneading his fingertips as if playing with a piece of exquisite art.
Bo Yu let out a low, husky chuckle. “Dongcheng Airport was invested in and built by the Bo Group. They kept a private lounge specifically for me.”
“Want to go try it?”
Gu Qichi: “…”
The “beauty” was momentarily speechless. He could only marvel at how President Bo truly spared no effort when it came to getting what he wanted. He glanced back at Wen Xi and Luo Qianqian, his voice trailing off: “My manager and assistant are still waiting for me.”
Bo Yu didn’t care. With nearly two hours left until three o’clock, he only wanted to get to that lounge as fast as possible.
“Leave it to Bai Heng. He will handle everything. You only need to come with me.”
While Wen Xi waited impatiently and Luo Qianqian scribbled “sugar moments” in her phone notes (planning to write a fanfic the moment they hit Hengdian), they suddenly saw Bo Yu bite Gu Qichi’s earlobe. To their shock, Gu Qichi didn’t resist at all.
Wen Xi’s eyes burned red with rage. She nearly snapped the handle of her suitcase, the veins on her forehead throbbing. Just as she was about to rush forward and tear that “bastard” away, an earth-shattering scream erupted beside her.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Luo Qianqian let out an uncontrollable “marmot scream.”
My ship! Is it really okay to serve sugar so publicly?!
Sob, sob, sob… they are so good together! Who cares if he’s ‘nouveau riche’? That height, those looks, that noble aura—he’s the perfect match for Teacher Gu!
Luo Qianqian declared in her heart: even a nouveau riche can be a CEO. From today on, Bo Yu was the one and only “Overbearing President” in her heart.
Feeling Wen Xi’s furious gaze, Luo Qianqian quickly composed herself. She turned to Wen Xi, thought of the saddest things she could imagine to suppress her rising smile, and said with feigned heartbreak:
“How outrageous! How could that man take advantage of our Teacher Gu like that?!”
Internal monologue: Take more advantage! Feed me more sugar! Don’t worry Teacher Gu, I’ll block the view for you!
Wen Xi, oblivious to the girl’s inner thoughts, was about to go argue when she saw Bo Yu whisper something to Gu Qichi and lead him away. Before she could intercept, a man in a sleek suit stepped in front of her with a polite smile.
“Hello, Miss Wen. I am the Second Young Master’s assistant. He invites you to rest in the VIP lounge for a while.”
Wen Xi cocked an eyebrow. “Second Young Master? VIP lounge?”
Truly a nouveau riche. What era is this, still using such an old-fashioned title?
She complained internally, but her voice remained sharp: “What about Gu Qichi? I want to be with him.”
Bai Heng explained patiently, “The Second Young Master and Mr. Gu have important matters to discuss and may not have time for you momentarily. I can manage his luggage and deliver it to him later.”
Left with no choice, Wen Xi headed to the lounge to wait.
Few knew that Dongcheng Airport had almost become a failed, half-finished project due to a broken capital chain. It was Bo Yu who had pushed against the board’s wishes, pouring in massive funds to complete it. As the owner, a private suite had been reserved for him since day one.
It was a luxurious mini-apartment, though Bo Yu was usually too busy to use it. This was only his third time here.
The room smelled of freesia—fresh, elegant, and sweet.
Gu Qichi was pressed against the door. Bo Yu was urgent, like a restless beast. Before Gu Qichi could even take in the space, his breath was stolen.
The expected pain didn’t come; Bo Yu’s hand acted as a cushion between the back of his head and the door. His waist was pulled in close. His chin was forced up, and his mouth was filled with Bo Yu’s scalding breath. Bo Yu licked his lips, bit them slightly, and then forcefully pried his teeth apart to catch his tongue, sucking with the intensity of a storm.
In the quiet lounge, the afternoon sun cast golden shadows over Gu Qichi. The only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat, amplified until it felt like it would burst from his chest. Bo Yu’s heart was racing just as fast.
Gu Qichi’s lower back hit the metal door handle—it was cold and a bit painful. His legs went weak from the kiss. He was being sucked dry of oxygen, his mind spinning. As he started to slide down, Bo Yu caught him and swept him up into his arms.
He kicked open the bathroom door and sat Gu Qichi on the vanity counter.
“Only I have been here. It’s clean, don’t worry.”
The freesia scent grew stronger. Gu Qichi panted as Bo Yu placed his hands on his own shoulders. Sitting on the counter made him exactly the right height for kissing.
Bo Yu leaned in, pulling him closer, his voice thick with desire. He toyed with Gu Qichi’s glistening lips before leaning in to kiss him again. Gu Qichi’s fingers sank into the muscles of Bo Yu’s back.
The last thing he heard before his eyes fluttered shut was Bo Yu’s voice vibrating against his heart: “We have time. Let’s kiss a little longer.”
The kiss lasted a very long time. By the time he left the lounge, Gu Qichi’s legs were actually soft.
His eyelashes were damp with stray tears, and his earlobes were a burning crimson. Bo Yu reached out to wipe the tear tracks from his face, looking satisfied despite the small nicks on his own lips where Gu Qichi had bitten him.
“Wife, are you angry?”
It was the first time Gu Qichi had heard that title from him. The heat he’d just managed to suppress rushed back, his face turning as red as a cooked shrimp. He pushed Bo Yu feebly. “Bo Yu, don’t call me that. I’m a man.”
Bo Yu leaned down to kiss his earlobe again, a smile in his voice. “I know. But we’re married. You’re my legal partner, so you’re my wife.”
In the other lounge, Wen Xi was eating fruit while watching a pop idol dance on TV. On the other end of the sofa, Luo Qianqian was writing furiously—her fanfic had reached the part where the two were “exchanging moves” in bed.
As boarding time approached, Wen Xi grew worried. She had to meet a producer soon. “Where is he? It’s almost time to board!”
Bai Heng checked his watch, his smile steady. “With the Second Young Master there, you needn’t worry about Mr. Gu’s safety. He will appear when it’s time.”
Wen Xi eventually had to leave to catch her own meeting, leaving Luo Qianqian with strict instructions to watch over Gu Qichi.
Finally, Bo Yu led a dazed Gu Qichi toward the gate. The flight was crowded, and Gu Qichi felt deeply embarrassed for being late. Yet Bo Yu still tried to linger, wanting every extra second.
“Bo Yu!” Gu Qichi finally snapped. When he was angry, he wasn’t scary; his upturned eyes and flushed face made it look more like flirting. “If you keep holding me up, I’ll really miss the flight! Do you want the whole plane to wait for me?!”
Bo Yu finally let go, his tone muffled. “Tell me when you get to Hengdian.”
Gu Qichi hurried into the cabin. In first class, Luo Qianqian looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him. As he sat down, she glanced at him, her face reddening. She leaned in and whispered a cautious reminder:
“Teacher Gu… maybe you should wear a mask after we land?”
Gu Qichi, confused, pulled out his phone and opened the camera. He saw his lips—swollen from Bo Yu’s “gnawing,” with tiny nicks showing traces of red blood.
Gu Qichi: “…”
He knew it. Bo Yu must be part dog.