Chapter 27: P. Exclusive Rain

When he was kissed by Ning Yixiao, Su Hui felt as if he had been struck by an electric current; his legs went weak.

There had never been such a happy moment in his life—no need for compromise or concession, able to possess what he desired the moment he thought of it. So, he responded clumsily, the pleasure numbing his senses and nerves. He didn’t even taste a hint of blood; there was only sweetness.

So, when Ning Yixiao parted away and then gently kissed his lips again, Su Hui thought happily, This is the second time.

The afterglow of the sunset burned against his ear, turning it a shade of red.

“Is this your answer?” He looked toward Ning Yixiao, his eyes moist.

Ning Yixiao did not evade him, nodding. “Yes.”

Kissing you means there are no more regrets.

Su Hui suddenly felt he didn’t need anything else—no sensational confessions or sweet nothings; there was no need to speak further. He only needed that one second.

He wanted to turn and head off the overpass, but just as he turned, he looked back at Ning Yixiao—like a novice unfamiliar with romantic relationships, yet unable to express himself directly.

“Shall we hold hands?”

Suddenly hearing Ning Yixiao’s voice, Su Hui looked back, surprised, meeting his eyes.

Ning Yixiao sometimes found Su Hui’s thoughts quite cute and unconventional; for instance, even though they had just kissed, to Su Hui, holding hands was still a very intimate matter.

He stretched out his hand, palm turned upward.

Su Hui didn’t hesitate, placing his hand onto it. He suddenly felt the sensation of possessing and being possessed—Ning Yixiao’s deep brows, his straight lips, his broad shoulders, the mole at the corner of his eye—they would all belong to him alone from now on.

His broad, dry hand completely enveloped his own, leading him away from the crowded overpass, filled with the safety of sweetness.

They submerged into the streets, lights turning on one by one, igniting the approaching night. It was as beautiful as a dream.

The neon lights of the city fell upon them, blurring class, origin, family, and wealth. They weren’t two vastly different people, just two souls purely drawing near to each other. Here, no one cared what they did, what mistakes they might commit, or if there would be a tomorrow.

Driven by a small bit of selfishness, Su Hui gave up searching for the previous restaurant and instead led Ning Yixiao to a Western restaurant near Central Park. He had looked it up online before; it had classical decor, displayed art pieces and a piano, and was full of ambiance—a perfect place for a date.

He thought, I suppose I should be considered Ning Yixiao’s boyfriend now; a date is quite normal, right?

But to his surprise, the restaurant was unexpectedly empty; there were no customers, and the chairs were placed atop the tables, looking as if they were about to close.

“Hello, are you closing so early?” Su Hui asked the waiter at the entrance.

The other party replied politely, “We close at nine o’clock at night; it’s the owner’s rule, so all employees can go home to be with their families.”

Su Hui always felt a surge of affection due to such subtle details. Before he could speak, Ning Yixiao, standing beside him, asked, “It’s eight-forty now—can we still dine here?”

He added politely, “My boyfriend likes this place very much; this is our first date.”

Su Hui hadn’t expected him to say such things; his ears burned, and he couldn’t even meet the waiter’s gaze, looking sideways instead, while his hand was held tightly by Ning Yixiao.

The waiter smiled. “Please wait a moment; let me ask the head chef. Have a seat first.”

Before long, the waiter returned to tell them that the chef could provide dishes, though the selection was limited—all relatively simple set meals.

“No problem.” Su Hui and Ning Yixiao chose a seat by the window, where they could see the vast expanse of tree shadows in Central Park and the tall Manhattan buildings in the night.

“The view from the top of that building must be beautiful.” He pointed to the building behind Ning Yixiao. “Below is the whole of Central Park.”

Ning Yixiao also turned around, looking at the place Su Hui pointed to, and nodded.

Su Hui propped his chin on his hand, sinking into his imagination. “It must be beautiful in autumn, and winter too—when it snows, it would be so lovely…”

Watching Su Hui, Ning Yixiao’s ambition to rise upward had, for the first time, concrete content. The Ning Yixiao of the past only wanted to cast off his existing life, to escape the filth and oppression, to get far away from poverty, and to gain a firm foothold in the upper class so he would never have to live his previous life again.

But he had never experienced the joys of the upper class; after making money, he only felt empty. He had merely been using his so-called upward ambition to fill his nihilism.

But after Su Hui appeared, he began to dream. He imagined he could become someone no longer troubled by money, able to buy everything Su Hui wanted when Su Hui’s payments were restricted; he imagined being able to take Su Hui to see the world’s most beautiful oceans; he imagined being able to buy the real estate he liked, accompanying him to stand by floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the snow on Central Park.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Su Hui laughed, raising a hand to wave in front of him. “You don’t like the steak?”

Ning Yixiao shook his head, saying he liked it.

“There’s a piano there.” Su Hui looked toward the distance.

Ning Yixiao noticed he didn’t like eating corn—the corn in the salad remained untouched—so he picked out the corn and mushrooms from his own portion and swapped them with Su Hui’s.

“Can you play the piano?” he asked.

Su Hui nodded slowly, not seeming very confident. “I learned it when I was a child, until high school, I suppose. Later, because I…” He paused abruptly. “I wasn’t very well-behaved; I couldn’t calm my mind to practice, so it went to waste. But actually, I still quite like playing.”

Ning Yixiao set down his knife and fork, looking at Su Hui with encouraging eyes. “Do you want to try?”

“Here?” Su Hui felt a bit embarrassed. “I might have regressed quite a bit.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ning Yixiao said. “I am the only audience.”

These words gave Su Hui immense encouragement. He walked over to the piano, negotiated with the waiter, and then sat down. He took a deep breath, smiled at Ning Yixiao from afar, looking very shy.

But the next moment, his expression turned serious. His hands rested gently above the keys, flowing fluently into the movement, his body leaning slightly forward, his movements graceful and soothing.

Su Hui was meant to appear in a place like this, or perhaps a golden concert hall, wearing a tailcoat. Ning Yixiao could even imagine the scene—it was fitting. He began to doubt if his possession was correct; at least at this moment, he himself still had nothing.

Su Hui was a precious, beautiful plant that needed water, sunlight, and love to survive.

After playing the final note, Su Hui raised his hands, tilting his head to give Ning Yixiao a very childish smile. “I forgot too much.”

“It sounded wonderful,” Ning Yixiao said sincerely. “I hadn’t heard it before.”

“It’s Herbert’s Nocturne No. 7.” Su Hui returned to his seat, ate a bit of the salad Ning Yixiao had picked through, and held out his hand, showing the sweat on his palms to him.

Ning Yixiao grabbed it, rubbing it as if massaging a kitten’s paw pad.

Leaving the restaurant, Su Hui made the excuse that he was too full and wanted to hold Ning Yixiao’s hand to walk a bit more, but suddenly, it began to rain outside. The rain was torrential, without warning.

Ning Yixiao instinctively blocked Su Hui’s head with his arm; fortunately, a taxi appeared before them. He immediately opened the car door and let Su Hui slip inside. Just like that, the rain ended their not-exactly-romantic first date.

“Such heavy rain.” Su Hui stared at the city neon soaked by the rain, and for the first time, he didn’t want to jump out of the car to escape; instead, he felt it was beautiful.

He liked the feeling of being in the rain with Ning Yixiao.

Deep inside, restless emotions kept stirring, making it so he couldn’t tell whether it was because he was sick or because of his fondness for Ning Yixiao.

When they returned to the hotel, several familiar people were standing at the entrance. Su Hui noticed at a glance that they were security guards, so he asked the driver to go around to the back door of the hotel before dropping them off.

“What’s wrong?” Ning Yixiao asked.

Su Hui shook his head. “Just don’t want to run into them.” He lowered his head and composed a message to one of the guards, telling them he had already returned to the hotel.

The interior wall of the elevator reflected two drenched, bedraggled figures. Su Hui laughed out loud, and Ning Yixiao didn’t find it strange either; instead, he was amused by him.

“Both of us are wearing white; it’s completely transparent. If I’d known, I would have worn black with you.” Su Hui pointed to the elevator, and the doors opened the next second.

“We’re here; let’s go.” Ning Yixiao helped him press the door-open button.

The room seemed to have been cleaned; the previous scent of tuberose had vanished, replaced by the damp scent of rain and earth, mixed with warm woody aromatherapy.

Ning Yixiao was afraid he would get sick, so he told Su Hui to shower first, but Su Hui didn’t want to. He pushed and shoved, eventually forcing Ning Yixiao into the bathroom and closing the door for him.

“You wash first.”

After the door closed, Su Hui breathed a sigh of relief, pushed his wet hair back, opened his suitcase, and swallowed the portioned pills with the water on the bedside table, then closed the box.

In the bathroom, Ning Yixiao turned on the shower, letting the water run, not hearing the sound of Su Hui taking his medicine. The rain-soaked shirt was difficult to unbutton; he had just opened the fourth button when the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Su Hui’s face was rendered even whiter and brighter by the rainwater. He squeezed in through the narrow gap, closed the glass door, and without hesitation, his arms hooked around Ning Yixiao’s nape the next second.

Neither said a word. Su Hui closed his eyes, standing on tiptoe to rub his nose against Ning Yixiao’s nose bridge, feeling the hot steam of his breath fall onto his own face, heavier and heavier. As if encouraged, he used his cool lips to rub against his chin, but he didn’t kiss.

Pretending he couldn’t stay on tiptoe any longer, his heels landed, and Su Hui’s lips landed on his neck. He even parted his lips, grinding his teeth against his pulsating pulse, his tongue tip lightly touching the skin.

Warm water poured down from above, not stopping, like a rain that fell only for them.

There was no one else; in the small space, there was only each other. The rain grew heavier, so heavy that their clothes clung tightly to their skin, and their skin clung together without the slightest gap.

Su Hui’s breathing sprayed eagerly against Ning Yixiao’s neck, his tongue tip licking lightly. The saliva dripping down made that patch of skin shimmer with ambiguous waves under the bathroom light.

Watching Ning Yixiao’s neck tense and then relax along the path of his tongue’s wandering, Su Hui’s lips and teeth left that land he lingered on, but his gaze crashed into Ning Yixiao’s eyes like a hook.

Ning Yixiao’s brow furrowed slightly; in the depths of his eyes was desire about to erupt. The two gazes entangled, colliding with sparks of desire in the flash of a moment.

Before he could show anything, he heard Su Hui panting softly, saying with a hint of grievance, “Ning Yixiao, why won’t you kiss me?”

Su Hui used his hands locked around Ning Yixiao’s neck to pull their distance closer suddenly, muttering softly, “Come kiss me,” then sucked on Ning Yixiao’s protruding Adam’s apple with his lips and teeth.

Hearing the panting spilling from Ning Yixiao’s throat, caught off guard, Su Hui smiled silently and changed to lightly touching it with his lips.

Warm water poured down, falling along the bodies of the two entangled together, splashing on the floor.

Ning Yixiao, listening to the rushing water in his ears, unsuitably remembered the small fishing village where he was born.

In the backward, feudal village, there were always many superstitious legends. When he was young, many children in the village were warned by their parents not to play in the sea; sea monsters that bewitched the mind would lure people into the abyss of the ocean floor with their beautiful appearances and clear, ethereal voices.

Young Ning Yixiao often stared blankly at the endless sea surface, imagining if such wonderful creatures existed in this world, and if they could take him away from his abysmal situation.

Su Hui’s impatient licking, tinged with dissatisfaction, brought Ning Yixiao back to reality. He scanned Su Hui’s flushed side profile.

Su Hui had a beautiful, aloof face, innocent eyes, and effortless softness, combined into qualities that anyone could easily fall in love with—too many people harbored fantasies, wanting to possess him, or ruin him.

Only Ning Yixiao wanted to hide; he wanted to hide away to protect him.

Perhaps that soul-capturing sea monster really existed; it just didn’t live in the water, and the terrifying abilities in the legends didn’t exist either. But it made Ning Yixiao willingly walk into the trap, heading toward an abyss from which there might be no return.

Just as Su Hui was about to lose patience, Ning Yixiao finally hugged him, pushing him against the cold tile wall, and bent down to kiss him, not at all as a gentleman would.

Ning Yixiao’s somewhat rough force was not at all as calm and self-possessed as he appeared on the surface.

One of his hands circled Su Hui’s shoulders and back, insulating him from the cold behind, while the other pinched Su Hui’s cheeks, applying pressure to force Su Hui to open his mouth, revealing his soft, nimble tongue so he could feast.

Su Hui seemed to have an innate talent for sex. Although it was only his second time kissing, he knew to gently release his teeth when Ning Yixiao’s tongue invaded his oral cavity, letting the aggressor conquer the territory.

Ning Yixiao’s tongue licked Su Hui’s upper palate, then searched and seized inch by inch between his teeth and gums.

He teased, deliberately ignoring the nimble tongue Su Hui used to tie cherry stems, waiting until the other party was anxiously entangling with him before bestowing the favor and intertwining with him.

He didn’t taste any bitterness in Su Hui’s mouth; he only got the entangling tongue, fragmented and sweet muffled groans, and Su Hui’s body slowly sliding down, only to be caught and fixed in place by his encircling arm, with nowhere to flee.

Su Hui’s clothes were already soaked through by water, sticking to his skin, outlining the contours of his body. He seemed too thin; his lean bones were like fragile paper, and also like a butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon, ready to fly to who knows where the next second.

Ning Yixiao lifted himself slightly, panting, and pressed his forehead against Su Hui’s, asking, “Shall I help you take off your clothes?”

He asked this, but his actions had no intention of seeking Su Hui’s opinion. Before the words had faded, he was already unbuttoning Su Hui’s shirt, the earlier inquiry seemingly just a notification masked in gentle pretense.

The discarded clothing was cast aside at will. Su Hui’s snow-white body, together with the sterling silver necklace, glowed under the light, causing the lucky bead at his neck to be set off as even more crimson.

“What is this… how cute.”

Su Hui heard Ning Yixiao’s deep, teasing voice; the hot steam sprayed on his chest, making him feel so itchy that he couldn’t help but tremble.

The lucky bead on his neck was held in Ning Yixiao’s mouth, but he soon abandoned this hard, inanimate object, seeking a much more interesting and cute substitute.

One of Ning Yixiao’s hands pinched the red tip on Su Hui’s chest, rubbing it without restraint. An unfamiliar pleasure traveled from his chest, prompting Su Hui to keep arching his chest.

Ning Yixiao used his other free hand to send two fingers into Su Hui’s mouth, playing with his tongue ambiguously as if kissing. The spilling groans were stifled in Su Hui’s throat; the unstoppable saliva flowed down Su Hui’s chin to his neck, leaving trails of ambiguous wet light.

After toying with him for a while, Ning Yixiao, as if granting a favor, released the hand that had been wreaking havoc on Su Hui’s chest, leaning down to circle his nipple ambiguously with his tongue, occasionally tapping it lightly with his rough tongue surface.

The nipple that had been “teased” for a long time stood erect, swelling into a bright red point on Su Hui’s chest. The other nipple, which had been receiving “cold treatment,” also stood up quietly, though it looked slightly dimmed from missing the kisses of its sweetheart.

Su Hui felt immensely uncomfortable from Ning Yixiao’s attitude of favoring one over the other; unknown desires surged from all over his body. Su Hui secretly raised a hand to press on the neglected nipple, but just as he wanted to rub it, his hand was struck away by Ning Yixiao, who had discovered him.

“You want it rubbed that badly?” Ning Yixiao said in a low voice. “Little Master, why are you not obedient at all?”

Su Hui’s mouth was still occupied by Ning Yixiao’s fingers; he mumbled unintelligibly, “Uncomfortable… you touch it,” while looking at Ning Yixiao with pitiable eyes.

The kitten played the victim hoping to gain comfort, but the master saw through it at a glance without saying much. Ning Yixiao took his fingers out of Su Hui’s mouth and wiped the saliva onto Su Hui’s other nipple.

He leaned down and sucked on the nipple that had been ignored for a long time, while his other hand teased and rubbed the other side, occasionally using his teeth to tease it high, then releasing his bite to watch it drop fiercely when Su Hui couldn’t bear it and arched his chest.

Su Hui was made a bit delirious by the intertwining of pain and pleasure constantly coming from his chest, and Ning Yixiao’s hand sliding down his waistline pushed him fiercely into the abyss of desire.

One of Ning Yixiao’s hands repeatedly rubbed the smooth skin of Su Hui’s waist—the waist was so thin, it seemed traces could be left on it so easily.

His hand slid downward along the hip bone, rubbing against Su Hui’s already erect organ through his underwear. A small patch of his underwear was already wetted by the transparent liquid flowing from the glans, leaving a dark trace.

Su Hui’s underwear was pulled down, and the organ was freed from its constraints. Su Hui’s penis was of ordinary size, yet revealed the same white purity and innocence as the person himself, untouched by the world.

Ning Yixiao’s hand slid upward along Su Hui’s penis, then rubbed fiercely against the glans twice.

Su Hui’s heat period made his sexual desire surge easily, yet he only simply vented his desires. This was the first time he encountered such a “double-sided attack”; he was stimulated by Ning Yixiao’s rubbing and couldn’t help but shake twice.

Feeling this, Ning Yixiao lifted his head from his chest, pecked his lips, and said with an imperceptible smile in his voice, “Little Master, you can’t stand this much already?”

He stopped his actions, pulling Su Hui’s hand to touch his own lower abdomen. Through his water-soaked pants, a large bulge was very obviously protruding. Su Hui’s hand consciously repeatedly outlined the contour through the fabric.

Ning Yixiao’s breathing was heavy; he turned his head to lick Su Hui’s ear canal, his deep male voice exploding in Su Hui’s ear: “Little Hui, help me take it out.” Su Hui’s earlier teasing seemed to have been a paper tiger; now, he was a submissive puppet in Ning Yixiao’s hands.

Su Hui obediently unzipped the pants and removed Ning Yixiao’s organ from his underwear; the moment it was released, the giant beast, already primed for action, hit Su Hui’s hand fiercely, leaving a red mark on his pale, tender hand.

The penis in Su Hui’s hand was straight and thick; it was clear the owner didn’t vent his desires often. The color should have been flesh-colored, but at this moment, it was engorged red due to long-suppressed desire, standing straight. Azure veins coiled upon it, making the already daunting organ look even more ferocious. Su Hui quietly measured it with his hand and found he could barely circle it with his thumb and forefinger.

Su Hui thought of his usual method of masturbation and imitated the way Ning Yixiao had just handled him, stroking the other’s organ up and down. He felt the organ in his hand swell another two parts, and liquid overflowed from the glans.

Seeing Ning Yixiao’s brow furrowed slightly and his breathing grow heavier, Su Hui, like a student eager to receive praise from a teacher, served the penis in his hand even more diligently.

But Ning Yixiao was somewhat dissatisfied with Su Hui’s gentle force. He reached out to encircle Su Hui’s lower back, pulling their distance closer. The two men’s organs pressed against each other. Ning Yixiao pulled Little Hui’s hand, clasping both their organs together to stroke them.

The two penises adhered closely together amid the repeated stroking and squeezing of their hands, as intimate as the distance between the two people. This realization made them both even more excited.

In the bathroom, no one spoke; there was only the sound of rushing water and the two’s panting groans, weaving together an ambiguous, low-singing, and meandering song.

Ning Yixiao naughtily freed up one hand specifically to rub Su Hui’s scrotum; the stroking hand pressed against his glans and slid along the sensitive coronal groove.

Su Hui was stimulated to the point of trembling all over, unable to stop arching his waist to accommodate Ning Yixiao’s actions, as if he were begging for pleasure by serving the other’s hand. He was teased like a wound-up toy kitten, only able to groan and react to Ning Yixiao’s movements.

But Su Hui didn’t know how to fight back; his brain was blank, and he couldn’t get the upper hand at all; he could only repeatedly call out “Ning Yixiao,” holding him tightly, saying “Don’t go.”

Ning Yixiao felt the organ in his hand swell another two parts and quickened his hand movements. He looked at Su Hui’s bewildered, passion-stricken face, leaned over, and intertwined their lips and teeth; the ambiguous wet light appeared and disappeared between their exchange of saliva.

Su Hui hadn’t vented for a long time and couldn’t stand such stimulation; he raised his hand to push away the hand wreaking havoc on his body.

Ning Yixiao freed one palm to control Su Hui’s hands, saying with a calm face, “Su Hui, don’t move.”

If it weren’t for his erect organ pressing against his abdominals, and his glans being stimulated by Su Hui’s groans to constantly spit out mucus, no one looking at his expression would guess he was soothing their dual desires. “Mm… Yixiao, Yixiao…”

Su Hui didn’t last long under such an offensive; before long, he was shaking his waist, groaning as he reached climax. White semen shot out in bursts, landing on Ning Yixiao’s hand, some even splashing onto Ning Yixiao’s abdominals and organ.

“You shot so much.” Ning Yixiao pronounced Su Hui’s passion-stricken state in the same calm tone he had used during his report today. The action of his hand helped Su Hui extend the pleasure of climax.

Hearing this, Su Hui felt boundless shame; his neck and chest turned red, as if they had collected all the magnificent clouds of the sunset.

The two leaned their heads together for a while.

Su Hui’s waist softened as he slid down. “Yixiao, I’ll help you.” He was like a desire sprite, born with a face as innocent as a peach, yet gifted in seduction and teasing. The intense contrast amplified human desire infinitely.

Just a second before his lips touched Ning Yixiao’s organ, Ning Yixiao pulled him up. Meeting Su Hui’s puzzled gaze, Ning Yixiao hooked the corners of his lips, showing his first smile since entering the bathroom. He rubbed Su Hui’s lips with his fingertips and said, “Not here for today.”

The few exceptions and impulses in his life to date were probably all given to the person in front of him. Yet, even when engulfed by rampant desire, he still hoped he could treat him a little better. This way, even if the two couldn’t escape a lonely end, Su Hui could still be his little master, pampered and petted.

“Turn around, bend over.” Ning Yixiao’s smile dissipated, and he resumed his calm, self-possessed demeanor.

Su Hui obediently turned around, his hands pressed against the tiles behind him. He seemed born with a lewd elegance; doing it for the first time, he instinctively arched his waist, his body bending into an alluring curve. He was very thin, and his rounded buttocks lacked excessive flesh, appearing small and exquisite instead.

Ning Yixiao controlled his strength and slapped it with one hand, then rubbed it a couple of times as if to soothe it. The tender skin was instantly left with a red mark, reminding him of the expensive pink peaches sold at the school gate long ago.

He slapped it twice more, seemingly unsatisfied. “Put two fingers in your mouth,” Ning Yixiao ordered, his hand holding his organ and striking the buttock he had been coveting for so long.

Su Hui realized what Ning Yixiao used to hit him; his buttocks shivered, and groans that his fingers couldn’t block overflowed unceasingly. “Yixiao… Yixiao…” He seemed to have lost his ability to speak, only knowing how to keep calling the name of the person behind him like grasping at a life-saving straw.

Ning Yixiao felt his organ harden even more from being called; he gave up whipping the poor buttocks, stroked a few times himself, hooked Su Hui’s lower abdomen forward with one hand to pull him closer, and sent his organ between Su Hui’s legs.

“Give me your greedy legs.” Ning Yixiao’s eyes were filled with desire; he didn’t know if it was steam or sweat dripping down his temple, crossing his jawline and disappearing into his tensed neck.

The height difference between the two was vividly displayed at this moment; Su Hui arched his back and rose on his toes yet still barely reached Ning Yixiao’s height. Ning Yixiao lifted him with one hand under his lower abdomen, using him like an masturbator, ramming into Su Hui’s thighs.

The erect penis slid along the gap between his legs, rubbing past the perineum, and then slammed fiercely into Su Hui’s scrotum. Su Hui hadn’t imagined such intense pleasure could come from this; his legs kept going weak, but supported by Ning Yixiao, he could only obediently lift his buttocks. Su Hui’s organ, though no one was petting it, stood erect again, trembling and nodding in the air with the rhythm of the ramming.

“Ning Yixiao, slow down.” Su Hui panted.

“It feels this good even being fucked by the legs?” Ning Yixiao licked the lobe of Su Hui’s ear; his deep male voice, laden with desire, seemed able to drill into his body.

Drugs and hormones clashed and acted together, bringing Su Hui hallucinations he had never known before.

He imagined himself as a vine, attempting to wring out every drop of green juice from his body, indulging in seduction, burning in entanglement, and sacrificing himself in innocence.

The groans and panting intertwined for a long time; it wasn’t until Su Hui’s legs were almost chafed raw that Ning Yixiao thrust forward rapidly a few times and shot between Su Hui’s legs. And Su Hui’s organ, which had been touched by no one, welcomed a new round of climax.

With his penchant for order, he helped Su Hui tidy up everything, including himself, then carried the exhausted man to the bed, standing by the bed to take out a hair dryer to blow-dry his hair.

Su Hui wore a soft bathrobe, his belt tied carelessly. His whole person was very relaxed, letting Ning Yixiao’s fingers gently pass through his hair. He had lived for twenty years and had never been so completely enveloped by happiness as he was now—so happy that he was even a little afraid.

Turning off the hair dryer, Ning Yixiao put the accidentally scattered lucky bead necklace back on him, then brushed the broken hair on his forehead aside and kissed his forehead.

“I love you.”

He said it twice without hesitation, even adding the nickname he had called him in his heart many, many times: “I love you, little cat.”

Su Hui was stunned; when he realized, his ears were red.

“Who is a little cat…”

How could he think I’m a little cat? Su Hui couldn’t understand; kittens were so beautiful and cute.

I am just a small monster.

“Who is a little cat?” Ning Yixiao mimicked his tone and words again. After teasing him, he still lowered his head and kissed Su Hui’s nose tip.

“You are my little cat.”