After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 66

Aah! Gu Jiaoyang rushed back home and threw himself onto the sofa, happily hugging the dinosaur cushion and revelling in its softness.

He had spent three days living in the student accommodation, and while the dorm conditions were perfectly decent, he still felt there was no place like home even the sofa was softer than the one at school.

Since they had both already eaten dinner, and there was still some time before bed, Dai Gucan planned to find a film for them to watch. However.

He glanced at the little darling rolling around on the sofa, then helplessly changed into his loungewear and quietly slipped into a room on the third floor, gently closing the door behind him.

The room wasn’t large, with its only light source coming from a desk lamp on the workbench. The table surface was somewhat messy, but it was still easy to spot the object placed right in the centre.

Dai Gucan sat down at the chair and picked up the mould, measuring it against his hands. Recalling the curve he’d felt when touching Gu Jiaoyang’s shoulder in the car earlier, he softly murmured, “It looks like it needs to be a bit finer.”

He then put on gloves, used a saw to cut out a new shape, jotted down measurements on a piece of paper, and finally took off the gloves to review his notes.

“I should probably ask him what style he likes, after all.”

Dai Gucan scratched his chin, deep in thought, looking at the half-finished ring on the table.

The cabinet next to him was filled with neatly arranged gemstones of all colours and sizes, resting on velvet cloth and sparkling clean, clearly valuable.

“It’s going to be tricky. I hope it doesn’t turn out too ugly,” Dai Gucan muttered, looking at the design sketches taped to the wall and imagining the finished product before nodding to himself.

He wasn’t a professional, having only been teaching himself for a while. But considering the wonderful meaning of the process, Dai Gucan still felt it was important to make it by hand.

Downstairs, Gu Jiaoyang had finished washing and grooming, sniffing his hair to ensure he smelled wonderfully clean. After a thought, he searched his wardrobe for a silk nightshirt, slipped it on without any underwear, and, wearing only the fabric that barely reached his thighs, carried his large glass of fizzy drink to Dai Gucan’s room. He settled onto a beanbag cushion on the floor, adjusting his posture several times to ensure his current pose showcased the elegance of his figure, and then held still, waiting for Dai Gucan to come and start the film.

Thinking back, apart from that first unexpected session, they hadn’t had any deeply intimate interactions. Now that they had secretly confessed their feelings, he figured they could finally enter into the sweet life of being boyfriends.

“Ah, the feeling of home…”

Gu Jiaoyang took a sip of his soda and patted his smooth, hairless legs.

Mhm, pale enough, perfectly straight, and just the right amount of muscle! They’d look stunning wrapped around a waist!

The skin, the texture, and the rear were also excellent perfection!

As Gu Jiaoyang was admiring his beautiful body, Dai Gucan came downstairs. He closed the door, and his ears instantly flushed red when he saw Gu Jiaoyang lounging on the floor cushion.

He averted his gaze, only to find his eyes stubbornly lingering on Gu Jiaoyang anyway. Deciding not to hide it, he lowered his eyes and continued to steal glances.

The young man in front of him had long reached adulthood, but the youthful quality on his face was unmistakable: a palm-sized face, round eyes, and soft, highly touchable curls, not to mention his slender frame and milk-white skin.

He certainly had the capital of youth to attract anyone.

If he made the first move, probably no one could resist the temptation.

Dai Gucan fake-coughed, covering his mouth with his hand, then walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and took a shower.

Everything was unspoken, and the air was already thick with a rosy expectation.

Gu Jiaoyang let out a low chuckle, his eyes alight with irrepressible excitement.

After all this time, he could finally get some action! Oh yes!

Dai Gucan didn’t take long to shower. He emerged in his bathrobe, pulled a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, and, perhaps because he was so inexperienced with this kind of situation, he was uncharacteristically talkative.

“Would you like a glass? It’s quite good, seventy years old.”

Dai Gucan uncorked the wine and set it aside. He wasn’t fussy about drinking. To him, wine aged for a long time only served to let the impurities settle, and leaving it too long risked losing the flavour. So, after only about ten minutes, he found two beer glasses and poured the wine into them.

Drinking from stemmed glasses felt too formal, and since the glass was too thin, and he was prone to tossing his wine glass around when drunk, all the glasses he bought were thick glass tumblers that wouldn’t shatter even if they fell from upstairs.

He hadn’t even bothered with a decanter, and the stemmed glasses were merely hung upside down on the wine rack as decoration.

“Yes, please.” Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t help but recall the first time he saw Dai Gucan drunk. He put down his fizzy drink and took a sip of the red wine.

The taste was rich and mellow it was certainly excellent wine, but since he hadn’t studied it, he just found the flavour unusual, though possessing a strange, appealing fragrance.

“What are you looking at?” Dai Gucan nervously found another beanbag cushion and settled beside Gu Jiaoyang.

The projection screen was mounted on the west wall, a small distance from the bed. The floor there was covered with a thick carpet and scattered with soft pillows, clearly intended for half-reclining while watching films.

In their current situation, however, they might have more practical uses.

“I don’t know. What would you like to watch, Mr. Dai?” Gu Jiaoyang smoothly lay down in Dai Gucan’s lap, then slid down onto his thigh, reaching up to play with the tie of Dai Gucan’s bathrobe.

“The Rose Garden?” Dai Gucan scrolled through the catalogue on his phone and paused on the romance section.

“What’s it about?”

Dai Gucan’s phone was right above his head, but Gu Jiaoyang was too lazy to get up and look, happily occupied with weaving his fingers around the bathrobe tie.

“It’s a time-travel drama… well, an idol drama, adapted from a novel broadcast on Diamond Channel, and then remade into a film.”

Dai Gucan slid the phone screen. The weight resting on his thigh through the bathrobe meant he barely paid attention to what they were watching; his mind was hot and fuzzy, focusing mainly on the desire to stroke Gu Jiaoyang’s head.

“Let’s watch that one then,” Gu Jiaoyang decided for Dai Gucan, tipping his head back to rub against Dai Gucan’s thigh, deliberately messing up his own hair.

Dai Gucan couldn’t resist. He reached out and stroked Gu Jiaoyang’s soft hair several times, then dragged the seemingly cheesy film onto the playback screen.

“My name is Mei Li. I’m a student from a poor family. Today is the day I check my university application results. With excitement, I open the courier package delivered to my house, and out drops a black booklet embossed with gold edges…”

“I’ve never seen anything so luxurious. The gold inlay seemed like a dream forever out of my reach…”

The Rose Garden was indeed as dramatic as its synopsis suggested. It opened with a poor girl who managed to get into an aristocratic school through sheer effort, only to accidentally offend one of the male leads, the school’s heartthrob…

Gu Jiaoyang yawned. The actor was performing quite well, but perhaps the background music was making him sleepy…

This certainly wouldn’t do. There were far more important things to attend to right now.

Gu Jiaoyang looked up at Dai Gucan, who was staring at the projection screen with a furrowed brow and a thoughtful expression. He smiled, then climbed off his thigh and settled into a half-reclining position, wrapping his arms around Dai Gucan’s waist.

Even through the thick bathrobe, the smooth, well-defined muscle underneath still transferred heat to his skin, creating a scorching sensation where they touched.

Dai Gucan patted Gu Jiaoyang’s head. If you ignored his bright red ears, you might assume he was an incredibly experienced man of the world.

The muscle lines under his arm were so perfect that Gu Jiaoyang naturally couldn’t resist tracing them several times. The background music of the film was a distracting clamour, making the setting feel clearly audible, which added a perverse thrill to the moment.

Gu Jiaoyang half-lay there, rubbing against Dai Gucan’s lean, strong torso, before finally slipping his hands inside the robe and beginning a detailed exploration.

The texture was firm and delicate, like a plaster cast in an art studio. The indentation and curve of the muscle fibres were perfectly sculpted, making it impossible to let go.

Enveloping the other man so intimately meant his hot breath inevitably sprayed onto the skin. The crossing fabric of the robe obscured most of the view, but since Gu Jiaoyang’s hands were busy underneath, he gently bit one lapel of the robe, pulling it back to reveal the firm chest beneath.

Mwah.

Dai Gucan’s chest muscles weren’t overly exaggerated but were solid and strong, with a shallow groove in the centre. Having just showered, he gave off a faint, clean masculine scent. Gu Jiaoyang pressed a kiss into the groove, rubbing his nose along the line between the muscles, closing his eyes as if drowning in the sensation.

The hot exhale against his skin quickly turned to sparks, igniting the tinder until it flared brightly, threatening to consume his self-control.

This poor, hungry little beast was decidedly restless, refusing to wait patiently for his meal. His soft little paws kneaded his body, as if pleading for more to be fed to him.

Could Dai Gucan endure this?

He certainly could, having endured thirty years without touching anyone.

But the young man before him was his. Was there any need to endure any longer?

He must, absolutely must, feed this pathetic, hungry little beast that was begging for attention!

Dai Gucan recalled the knowledge he had diligently acquired, confirmed that everything was in order, then lifted his little beast by the bottom, gently weighing him.

He was too light, definitely in need of a good feeding.

The carer Dai exhaled a hot breath, carried his little beast to the bed, and soothingly stroked the slender back, kissing the little beast’s cheek before going to find the feeding tools.

The tools were cool from lying in the drawer, and even in summer, Dai Gucan didn’t want these cold items to give his hungry little beast an unpleasant sensation. So, he tucked the feeding tools against his skin, holding them against his chest for a while to warm them up with his body heat, kissing the little beast all the while. Only then did he dare to bring them out and carefully attend to the delicate little creature.

To soothe the little beast, Dai Gucan used the tools while kissing and caressing him. When everything was ready, he finally began the feeding amidst the little beast’s pitiful whimpers.

The starry veil had only just awakened, and it would take a great deal of feeding to satisfy his little beast.

Don’t worry, Zhizhi is still alive. I just have cram school because the holidays are starting soon, and the teacher is working us hard, so I’m a bit run down.

Puffs on a cigarette.

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