In a Relationship With the Rugged Guy Next Door - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: “Actually, I quite like my brother controlling me…”

Jingming sobbed for a while before saying, “Brother, it turns out it wasn’t that you couldn’t do it, it’s that I couldn’t.”

“No, Baby,” Chu Feng hugged him gently from behind. “It’s Brother’s fault.”

Jingming turned around, glancing down at his still-soaring member. “True. You really are too big.”

Chu Feng: “…”

Chu Feng gave a helpless smile and squeezed Jingming’s hand. “Baby, Brother didn’t do enough homework. Give me another chance, okay?”

“No, we’re really just a bad fit.”

“How are we a bad fit? Isn’t bigger supposed to be better?” Chu Feng was so anxious he didn’t know how to explain; he truly was a novice in this department. He hesitated to speak several times, only relaxing when he noticed Jingming was secretly smirking.

Jingming leaned his head on Chu Feng’s shoulder. “Brother, I’m a little discouraged. If it really doesn’t work, will we just… for the rest of our lives?”

“It won’t come to that.” Chu Feng kissed Jingming’s forehead. “I promise, this time was just lack of preparation. I believe Baby can do it.”

After resting, Chu Feng carried Jingming to the bathroom to rinse off. Usually, Jingming would be shy about showering together, but today he was truly exhausted. He leaned against the wall, letting Chu Feng wash him. Pain is a massive energy drain; although only “half the head” had entered, in that moment, Jingming felt like his backside was being split in two.

“Close your eyes,” Chu Feng said, holding the showerhead to rinse Jingming’s hair. As he massaged the shampoo, his body swayed, and Jingming, eyes closed, felt something poking his stomach.

He peeked through the suds, then closed his eyes in despair. In the dim light, the wet shower made the “Old Cow’s” equipment look even more terrifying. With a height difference of over ten centimeters, Chu Feng’s movements caused him to poke Jingming’s lower abdomen rhythmically.

Jingming: “…” I’ve already tapped out from the pain, yet he can stay up this long.

He felt a bit defeated. He had worked so hard to become a couple with his brother, only to fail at this step. Sigh. Xue Dongni once said I might have a ‘Bottom’s Holy Body’ [natural talent]… what a lie.

…

Back in bed, Jingming realized Chu Feng had “finished” himself again—last time while he was asleep, and this time in the bathroom.

“Hmph!” Jingming swatted Chu Feng’s hand off his waist. He tried to sleep, but it felt wrong. Having grown used to having something draped over him lately, he eventually sighed and pulled Chu Feng’s hand back onto his waist.

Mmm, much better.

For the next few days, they stayed content with just kissing and hugging. Life resumed its busy pace: Jingming’s podcast was slowly gaining fans, Chu Feng was constantly frowning at his phone “researching” that topic, and after two nights of rain, Hu Xianyun was itching to take Jingming mushroom picking.

The Tang Song drama reached a climax. The production he was filming halted entirely, with rumors of a recast. Many of his veteran fansites closed down, and several celebrity “friends” unfollowed him.

On Friday, Tang Song released a video apology. He admitted to having a girlfriend but denied financial misconduct; he apologized to “Scriptwriter Mr. Chen” for his “drunken, uncomfortable behavior” but still denied dating the male makeup artist. Despite his agency’s pleas, Jingming refused to delete his Weibo posts.

…

Friday night, Jingming and Chu Feng were snuggled on the sofa eating local spicy potato chips—a Changxi specialty, thinner and crispier than store-bought ones.

“Brother,” Jingming opened his mouth to be fed. Chu Feng used chopsticks to avoid getting Jingming’s hands greasy.

“This is too spicy to eat every day,” Chu Feng said. “Why? I’m not afraid of spice anymore.” “No, spicy food can stimulate the intestines and cause discomfort… down there.”

Jingming slowly turned his head. “You… you…”

Chu Feng put the chips down. “What happened the other day was my fault. I’ve done my homework. That area is natural, and since I’m too big and Baby is too tight, it’ll be hard at first. But we can ‘condition’ it. I bought some special oils for you online.”

“What?!” “Dabao moisturizer won’t work. I asked around. When it arrives, I’ll help you use it.”

Jingming fumed: “Why is it always about ‘using’ it on me? What about yours?!” Chu Feng sighed with infinite pity: “Baby, there’s no way around mine. I can’t exactly take a knife and shave it down.”

“Ah!!” Jingming screamed. “Don’t say such scary things!” He glanced down at the “clump” under Chu Feng’s thin pajama pants. I guess there aren’t many people as big as my brother.

…

Saturday, 5:30 AM. Jingming’s alarm went off. Hu Xianyun said the early bird gets the worm—or in this case, the mushroom.

Chu Feng, acting like a worried father, made breakfast wraps for them. Hu Xianyun arrived, yawning and clutching a giant bamboo basket.

“Gosh, Chu Feng, why are you so talkative?” Hu Xianyun grumbled as they left. “Asking this and that… he might as well hang you from his belt.”

Jingming laughed. “He’s just worried about me.” “I noticed,” Hu Xianyun teased. “Even ‘Baby’ needs a hug from ‘Hubby’ just to get out of bed.” Jingming’s face turned beet red. “That was just once!”

“I don’t mind,” Jingming said softly as they rode the motorcycle. “Actually, I quite like my brother controlling me. No one ever cared about me like that before.” Hu Xianyun felt a pang of sympathy, thinking about Jingming’s years in an adoptive family. She patted his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re back. I won’t tease you for being clingy anymore.”

They spent hours hiking through the pine forests. After searching several of Hu Xianyun’s “secret spots” and finding only a few mushrooms, they were exhausted. They saw local villagers with full baskets, while theirs were mostly empty.

“Let’s go home,” Jingming comforted her. “Today was just bad luck.” “No,” Hu Xianyun put on her helmet. “Follow my directions.”

She led him to a small village market. Jingming’s eyes widened. “Wow! How did they pick so many?” Hu Xianyun said nothing, bought three pounds of mushrooms from an old lady, and crouched in a corner to pour them into their baskets.

Jingming: “…” Hu Xianyun: “What!” Jingming: “Xiao Yun, be honest. Your ‘exclusive mushroom spot’ is actually this market, isn’t it?” “Shut up. If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

As they rode back, Hu Xianyun admitted she felt useless—fired from her job, no boyfriend, bad at mushroom picking.

“How can you say that?” Jingming countered. “You can cook, you run the restaurant, you’re brave and beautiful! If you’re useless, then I’m a waste! I’m a guy but my physical health is worse than yours, I cook like I’m making pig feed, and I cry when I’m bullied!”

Hu Xianyun laughed. “But you can write! You’re talented.” “And you know how to live! You catch crawfish and pick (buy) mushrooms. Your mom loves you and doesn’t pressure you. I used to have to pay my parents monthly for my ‘keep’!”

“Really?” “Really,” Jingming bumped her shoulder with his. “And so what if we’re useless? Who says we have to be useful? We can be useless trash together!”

Hu Xianyun smirked. “You can be trash, but don’t drag me down with you.” “Hey!” “Go home, go home!” “Home it is!”