Qi Huai felt he couldn’t quite figure out Yoon Nam-hyuk anymore. He didn’t know what he was in such a hurry for, wanting to take him to see the wedding planning company people right after they got off the plane.

The driver and car were pre-booked, clearly a long-premeditated plan, which left Qi Huai not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Aren’t you tired?” How about at least resting for a day to get over the jet lag first? It’s not like he could run away.

“Are you tired?” Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes were suspicious.

Qi Huai was silent. He couldn’t help but ask, “…Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?”

Me, tired? I’m afraid you’re tired.

Yoon Nam-hyuk immediately turned to look at the scenery, his tone calm and steady. “What misunderstanding? No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Qi Huai: …

There definitely is.

The vehicle drove smoothly. The driver was a Korean-American, fluent in both English and Korean, and even knew a little Chinese. He was very chatty and kept talking to Qi Huai.

Qi Huai answered politely, occasionally asking about good restaurants or places suitable for a walk. Yoon Nam-hyuk, on the side, stared out the window without a word.

President Yoon thought to himself, Misunderstanding? Of course there’s no misunderstanding. What I’ve seen with my own eyes is the truth. Where would a misunderstanding come from?

This was a long story.

Yoon Nam-hyuk had been thinking about it for a long time.

First, his wound had clearly healed. He had also consulted a doctor. As long as it was in moderation, it was okay to do it. But for some reason, this guy Qi Huai, no matter how he invited him, just wouldn’t do it with him!

Second, his se-x addiction could flare up at any time. Although it wasn’t as frequent or severe after meeting Qi Huai, when he wanted it, it was still hard to bear. He always couldn’t help but want to do something with him.

Although every time Qi Huai found out, he would help him resolve it, it always stopped at kissing and touching. As soon as he came once, he refused to go any further. Yoon Nam-hyuk really didn’t understand why.

It wasn’t that he was unsatisfied. In fact, he was very tired every time. But as a lover, he also hoped to see Qi Huai’s satisfied expression, but the other simply wouldn’t give him the chance.

He had actually mentioned it. If he minded his wound, he could help him with his mouth or by scissoring. But Qi Huai was really stubborn and just wouldn’t agree!

Why? He clearly wants it too, right? You can feel whether he wants it or not. Isn’t it obvious? Why refuse?

Is he some kind of conservative? Can’t do it without being married? My wound is clearly healed. Using that as an excuse every time is too much!

One time, he really couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to prepare in advance, so he tried it behind Qi Huai’s back, hoping to get it ready and then force that guy to do it… Shibal, it failed.

So hard…

Those messy products were not good at all.

Of course, it could also be that Qi Huai had raised his tolerance ceiling. The little tricks that used to give him a little bit of pleasure in the past were completely useless now. He only felt empty, and it wouldn’t get soft. It just hurt. It was completely different from when Qi Huai touched him.

Hmph…

Anyway.

Marriage, we must get married!

“Hmph!”

President Yoon, who was staring out the car window, snorted out of nowhere. You just wait, he thought. Let’s see what excuse you have this time!

Qi Huai was completely confused. What was he huffing about?

His temper is getting bigger and bigger. If this continues, even passing dogs will be implicated… He’s clearly enjoying it every time, but he still looks unsatisfied. Sigh, if anyone should be huffing, it should be me.

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The people at the planning company were very enthusiastic and professional. After thorough communication, they created a small garden wedding for them, with the location being the backyard of Ms. Hyun’s house.

The wedding was low-key and simple, with a light color scheme. There were cream-colored tables, chairs, and balloons. The tablecloths were embroidered with cuddling swans, and the lawn was covered with lisianthus petals.

They sent out fewer than ten invitations, inviting familiar friends who had been with them through thick and thin, like Assistant Yoo and Dr. Choi, as well as some of the core management from GATE and Woosan.

Because the number of guests was small, two teams of chefs could handle the wedding banquet, one responsible for the main meal and the other for cakes and desserts.

The menu was decided by both of them. After several days of tasting, the appetizers they settled on included foie gras, caviar, oysters, and crab meat. The main courses were lobster, grilled fish, and roasted chicken. All ingredients were flown in on the wedding day, delicious and fresh.

Since Yoon Nam-hyuk didn’t like too much cream, two holes were specially dug in the middle of the wedding cake to place cupcakes.

The cupcakes were in the shape of bouquets, topped with colorful fruits and drizzled with maple syrup and frosting, looking like beautiful fireworks. Yoon Nam-hyuk was very satisfied.

On the morning of the day.

Qi Huai woke up before six. Yoon Nam-hyuk seemed to have not slept all night. The moment Qi Huai opened his eyes, he turned his head over.

“Awake?” Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes were sparkling.

“Mmm.” Qi Huai smiled and turned on his side, facing him.

They looked at each other for a long time, then both burst out laughing. It seemed unreal that they were getting married in just a few hours.

“This feels so strange.” He touched Qi Huai’s nose bridge and lips. “Everything feels fake. I don’t know why, it’s like there’s always a voice telling me that all of this is not real, and that it will disappear in an instant.”

“That voice is lying to you.” Qi Huai took his hand and kissed it.

“How do you know?” Yoon Nam-hyuk raised an eyebrow.

Qi Huai didn’t answer, just smiled and carried him to the shower. The two of them showered until things got heated, a full several tens of minutes. When they came out, Yoon Nam-hyuk was leaning against the sink, putting on his shirt, sucking in his breath as he buttoned it.

Qi Huai licked his lips. “I know. I’ll be gentle tonight.”

Just using my mouth.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s fingertips paused on the buttons. The next second, he pretended to be nonchalant and said, “Didn’t we just do it once? Are we doing it again tonight?”

Forced calmness, but your red neck has already betrayed you.

“We did it once?” Qi Huai’s gaze swept over the side of his neck. He reached out and hooked his chin, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb. “Where did we do it? Didn’t I just touch you a few times?”

Mmm, and took a few bites.

Yoon Nam-hyuk instantly understood what he meant. But having understood this clear hint, he became embarrassed, and started to stammer, “Oh… um… I thought… it’s the wedding today, so we might be a little tired.”

“Heh…” Qi Huai chuckled lightly, his thumb slipping into Yoon Nam-hyuk’s mouth to tease his tongue. “President Yoon, what are you pretending for? You look at me every day with those unsatisfied eyes. You’re already craving it so much. You think I can’t tell?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk held his breath in his chest. “You… you… hey! Stop talking nonsense! Go change your clothes!”

After throwing a tantrum, he turned and walked away. Qi Huai stood there and laughed for a long time, then patiently changed into the same white suit as Yoon Nam-hyuk.

Tie, shirt stays… they’ll be useful later.

Our Nam-hyuk must look so slutty wearing just a shirt and shirt stays, right? The upper body neat and tidy, the lower body empty. This outfit is really suitable for leaning over a desk, or kneeling on a leather sofa…

Qi Huai closed his eyes and sighed, then chugged a glass of cold water.

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At 10 in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Pop! Petals filled the sky.

Musical notes danced in everyone’s hearts.

The sixty-five-year-old Dr. Choi was honored to be the officiant. He stood beside the two grooms in matching white suits, a gratified smile on his face. “To the two grooms, you may now exchange rings.”

They each took out a palm-sized box. Inside were the wedding rings Qi Huai had bought, and two necklaces that Yoon Nam-hyuk had made from his own wedding rings.

Qi Huai looked down, watching Yoon Nam-hyuk put the necklace on him, and suddenly said, “I love you.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes instantly turned red. He cupped Qi Huai’s face and kissed him. “I love you too.”

A simple ceremony, a simple declaration of love. They hoped their future life could also be this simple, without any twists and turns. A peaceful life was a kind of happiness. The biggest problem should be morning traffic jams and forgetting to add salt to dinner.

Assistant Yoo, standing in the front row, clapped until his palms were raw. He sniffled and said to Gavin next to him, “So happy. Lovers finally get married.”

He was the most complete witness to this love story, so he couldn’t help but feel a bit like a proud father.

Gavin also nodded in emotion. “It’s so great that they can get married. After Qi Huai’s life stabilizes, he should have more time to develop new products, right? I heard that Koreans have very short sleeping hours. Is that true?”

Assistant Yoo paused his clapping for a second, then continued to clap, pretending his English was not good. You dare to ask, but I don’t dare to answer, he thought. What if you keep pulling Actor Qi to research new products, and President Yoon gets angry and docks my bonus? Don’t even think about getting any information from me.

The ceremony ended, and the wedding banquet began.

From noon to dusk, everyone chatted and drank a lot of wine. During this time, Go Eun-hee called Dr. Choi. When she learned that Qi Huai and Yoon Nam-hyuk were getting married, she said many words of blessing and also many words of thanks.

Yoon Nam-hyuk, looking drunk, took the phone. “Ms. Go, live well with your family. We must all be kind people from now on. Life will get better and better.”

He rambled on for a long time. Qi Huai held his shoulder and coaxed him, “I know, I know. You’ve already hung up the phone. Quickly give it back to Dr. Choi.”

“Did I?” Yoon Nam-hyuk frowned and looked at the black screen of his phone. “Ah… the phone is broken. Dr. Choi, I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”

Dr. Choi took the phone after several attempts and held it tightly. He pressed his presbyopic eyes to the screen and said drunkenly, “Oh… out of battery? A new one is good. Thank you, President. I want the latest model.”

“Okay.” Yoon Nam-hyuk nodded with half-open eyes, then leaned back against Qi Huai’s shoulder, his hands clasped together in a pleading manner. “Qi Huai, I want another bottle.”

Qi Huai’s mouth twitched.

You’ve only had one bottle all afternoon, he thought. You’ve already sobered up several times. What are you drinking?

“Time to sleep,” Qi Huai bit his earlobe.

Yoon Nam-hyuk hissed. “…It hurts.”

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The bustling day finally came to an end.

The drivers who had been waiting outside for a long time and the only two sober people, Assistant Yoo, were responsible for sending this group of drunkards to the hotel.

All was quiet.

Only the two of them were left in the huge house.

Qi Huai half-dragged, half-carried the flushed Yoon Nam-hyuk. “Tired? If you’re tired, go to sleep first.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk stared at him without speaking, his lips pressed tightly together. Just as Qi Huai was about to ask him “what’s wrong,” he suddenly said disappointedly, “Liar.”

Hmm?

Qi Huai was surprised. “Me?”

“Who else?” Yoon Nam-hyuk squinted, using his drunken courage to push him against the wall, thinking he was pinning him, but in reality, he was top-heavy and could only stand steady by leaning completely on Qi Huai. He was very dissatisfied and raised his voice, “Weren’t we going to do it? Liar!”

Qi Huai was helpless. “You’re so drunk…”

“I knew it! King of excuses!” The drunkard reeked of alcohol and pounded on his chest. “What injury, what rest, what drunk… all… all excuses! You just don’t want to do it with me!”

Qi Huai was wronged. “I didn’t… mmmph.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk suddenly kissed him. They were entangled against the wall, kissing until they were dizzy. After a long time, they finally broke apart, gasping for air.

Before Qi Huai could speak, Yoon Nam-hyuk snatched his tie, pressed him onto the nearest leather sofa, and continued to kiss him, stripping off his suit jacket as he did so.

Qi Huai leaned against the sofa and let him kiss him, his eyes slightly closed, his brow furrowed, full of forbearance.

He had originally thought he would just let the drunkard kiss his fill and that would be it. It would be better to do that thing when he was sober. He never expected the other to become more and more excessive, even starting to speak wildly. “Qi Huai… mmmph… you’re not a bottom, are you? Are you too embarrassed to say it?”

He’s tall and assertive, but he’s actually a bottom. Because of my own physical problems, Qi Huai must think he’s a bottom too, which is why he hasn’t done it with me. He hasn’t figured out how to express the position issue. Is that it?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s index finger slid down from his Adam’s apple, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. “If you are, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I can try too—ah!”

Qi Huai scooped him up with both hands. The already limp Yoon Nam-hyuk spread his legs and knelt on either side of him, his whole body draping over him like he had no bones.

Qi Huai almost laughed in anger. He pulled out Yoon Nam-hyuk’s belt and threw it on the floor, sincerely praising him, “Very ambitious, President Yoon.”

With just that little skill of yours.

And you want to try me?

Yoon Nam-hyuk suddenly threw his head back, a high-pitched cry escaping him. “Didn’t we agree not to bite?”

Qi Huai buried his head and mumbled, “Who agreed with you?”

We didn’t sign a contract.

After a long time, just as Yoon Nam-hyuk felt his knees were getting weak and he couldn’t kneel anymore, Qi Huai suddenly lifted him up by his legs. “The wound on your back is healed, and the wound on your waist is healed too, right?”

With shirt stays, the shirt would always be neat. Yoon Nam-hyuk hummed and nodded, hugging his neck tightly. “Don’t bite… do it.”

“Alright, no biting. Let’s do it.” Qi Huai agreed, then pressed him against the wall, his arms slightly loose. The wall was cold. Yoon Nam-hyuk’s body slid down. The next second, he was so hot he trembled. His ambition instantly deflated. He was suddenly a little scared again.

“Are we… are we doing it now?”

Qi Huai sneered. “What, not in a hurry anymore?”

You were clamoring to eat. When you couldn’t eat, you threw a tantrum. Now I’m giving it to you, and you’re scared. What’s wrong with you?

Yoon Nam-hyuk looked down, his legs wrapped tightly around Qi Huai’s waist, his flushed tongue licking his lower lip. “Usually, don’t you… eat first?”

Who just goes straight into it?

“…”

Qi Huai let out a long sigh and kissed him. “Alright. I underestimated you. I see you’re not drunk at all.”

His train of thought is very clear.

They kissed for a long time, just kissing. Yoon Nam-hyuk was kissed until his tongue was sore and numb. When they finally broke apart, he couldn’t even pull his tongue back in, letting it hang out like a puppy.

Qi Huai’s eyes were dark, his Adam’s apple bobbed. He asked with a hoarse laugh, “Hyung… are you trying to seduce me?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk shook his head, his nose covered in sweat. His eyes were dazed, his head spinning. He was clearly tired from kissing.

Qi Huai bit his tongue and sucked on it, his lips curling slightly. “Why aren’t you talking? Tired?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk nodded, looking a bit pitiful. He pulled back his numb tongue and mumbled, “How about… we talk about it tomorrow…”

Kissing was already very comfortable. He wanted to sleep.

“No.” Qi Huai squinted. “You were the one who said to do it, and you were the one who said not to. I’m the one doing the work every time, working hard and diligently, and still getting complaints. It’s not fair, gege. The one doing the work has to get some satisfaction, right?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk pursed his lips. “I already said I’d help you with my mouth…”

But now his tongue was numb. He couldn’t eat.

Qi Huai smiled. “Help me with another place, gege.”

The next second, he suddenly let go. Yoon Nam-hyuk’s body plummeted. His scream was muffled by Qi Huai’s lips and tongue, followed by a series of whimpering moans.

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In the end.

After a busy day of wedding preparations, the worker finally got to eat. He ate fiercely and voraciously, wolfing it down.

The Atlantic cod, with its tender white flesh, firm and springy, was tossed back and forth in the frying pan, its juices splashing everywhere.

This top-quality fish meat, paired with one of the five great mother sauces of French cuisine, the French white sauce, was just right. The flavor was rich and full-bodied, bursting with succulent juiciness in the mouth. One could never tire of it.

The scalding little frying pan was carried by Qi Huai from the wall to the dining table, and then from the dining table to the kitchen.

When he was tired of eating, he would rest for a while. If the sauce was too rich, he would drink some water. The worker was naturally gifted with a huge appetite. Once he started eating, he couldn’t stop until he was full.

The floor became slick, from a few drops to a small puddle. It was sticky with everything. Sweat was only a small part of it. More of it was the juices that dripped during the meal.

“Hyung, look at you,” Qi Huai looked at the floor and sighed. “What a waste. Didn’t you say you’d eat it all up cleanly?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was like a sponge soaked with water. Every squeeze would make the floor a little more slippery. He felt like he was about to burst. He clutched his stomach and pleaded with him, “I want to go to the toilet.”

Qi Huai smiled wickedly. “Pee on the floor. I’ll clean it later.”