My Husband's Eyes Have Been Looking Different Lately After Our Marriage of Convenience - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Let Lu Tingyun Kiss if He Wants Too

The faint morning light was breaking, and the world was full of life.

Song Ai sensed trouble and turned to flee. But his wrist was caught in a death grip by the man, his palm so hot it felt like it could melt a layer of skin.

Lu Tingyun’s voice followed, incredibly hoarse—

“This time, you were the one who knocked on the door.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the man reached out his other hand to wrap around Song Ai’s waist, easily scooping him directly into the room.

Thud—

As the dust settled, the door was firmly shut.

Lu Tingyun pressed against Song Ai’s body, pinning him against the door panel. Song Ai tried to push him away, but the mountain looming over him didn’t budge an inch.

“I just knocked on the damn door!”

“…But it’s hard again.” Lu Tingyun looked down at him, a faint red tint appearing at the corners of his eyes. He muttered to himself, “Song Ai, if this continues, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help myself… from doing something truly shameful.”

“What—what does not being able to help yourself have to do with me?”

“You provoked it; you have to help me solve it.”

Song Ai looked shocked: “???” How the hell did I provoke it??

“Don’t you want to, even a little?” The man struggled with his physical discomfort, pulling his spouse’s wrist downward. His eyes were a mix of desire and a begging, puppy-like emotion. “Or, you could… touch it first…”

With those words, Song Ai’s palm was forced against Lu Tingyun’s abs. Through the thin fabric, the lines were clear, the muscles full, hard, and scorching hot.

This position was very close to…

Song Ai’s face flushed a deep crimson.

The lust in Lu Tingyun’s eyes intensified, and his breathing became noticeably rapid. Song Ai curled his fingers, attempting to wake him up with his favorite topic: “Lu Tingyun, wake up! Aren’t you going to the office later??”

Lu Tingyun glanced at his fitness tracker. “It’s seven o’clock. There’s still over an hour. That’s enough.”

After a beat, he added with his usual precision:

“If it’s not enough, I can take the day off.”

Song Ai: “…………”

He was truly out of moves against this man.

A blurred, hazy atmosphere wrapped around them in layers. Outside the window, the morning light slanted in, casting the man’s imposing shadow. He buried his head in the crook of Song Ai’s neck and instinctively let out his tongue.

That familiar wet sensation. The patch of exposed skin beneath his collar tingled, and a slight shiver ran down Song Ai’s spine.

The man used his knee to brace against Song Ai’s legs, freeing his hands. One hand splayed its fingers, sliding into the gaps of thick black hair to cushion the back of Song Ai’s head against the door.

The other hand slid slowly downward, reaching under the loose hem of his shirt to grip his slender waist, keeping him still.

Song Ai’s head was forced to rest on Lu Tingyun’s broad shoulder. His hands were braced against the man’s chest, trying to push, but because of the pinned posture, he couldn’t muster any strength.

In this situation, Song Ai’s legs began to go weak. Seeing things were going south, he quickly changed his tune: “I—I’ll help you in another way, okay!”

However, the man couldn’t hear a word at this point. He only looked up at him, those eyes—usually calm and self-possessed—now burning with a terrifying desire.

A large, controlling hand gripped his jaw. Lu Tingyun leaned down and captured the lips that wanted to keep talking.

Lips and tongues intertwined; two bodies gradually fused together.

Song Ai kissed until he was dizzy. His mouth was filled, and his vision was completely lost; in his daze, he could only see the man’s deep-set eyes and the bridge of his straight nose.

Their distance was non-existent.

Schlick…

It was the sound of wet, sucking saliva.

The sound was soft, but Song Ai heard it clearly. He was mortified; from the tips of his ears to his collarbone, everything turned red.

But Lu Tingyun showed no sign of stopping.

The kiss was deep and enduring. It was as if Lu Tingyun had been a monk practicing abstinence for years and had finally tasted meat today; his hunger was insatiable.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Tingyun finally pulled back. He rested his head against Song Ai’s forehead, looking somewhat exhausted, yet his eyes were still filled with an unquenched greed.

“Do it?” he whispered.

But just as Song Ai was about to speak—not yet sure if he would say yes or no—Lu Tingyun’s lips covered his again.

Their shadows in the morning light merged once more.

Song Ai was kissed until he had no strength left. As his legs gave way, he was suddenly hoisted into the air, his feet leaving the ground. A strong, powerful arm held him up.

Then, he was laid down on the soft bed. The man loomed over him like a mountain, his presence overwhelming.

Song Ai’s mouth was captured again, and his consciousness gradually drifted into a blur…

…

Two and a half hours later.

Song Ai lay limply on Lu Tingyun’s arm. He was too tired to speak, unable even to open his eyes.

Lu Tingyun turned his head to stare at him for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth twitching with a suppressed smile.

This feeling was strange. He had felt it was strange the first time he did it with Song Ai, too. But this was different. He couldn’t quite label the sensation; he only knew he wanted—really wanted—to keep living like this forever.

His heart felt full, almost to the point of overflowing. His body couldn’t contain it all, so it manifested through some mysteriously childish behaviors.

For example, calling the other’s name—

“Song Ai.”

The person being called found it baffling and didn’t have the energy to curse, so he just gave a weak “Mhm.”

Then came another: “Song Ai.”

“What?”

The other persisted: “Song Ai.”

“…”

Even without a response, the other continued: “Song Ai.”

Finally, the youth couldn’t take it anymore. He balled his fist and gave him a sharp thump. “Are you insane, Lu Tingyun?”

Only then did the other give a satisfied “Mhm.”

Song Ai: “…” Does this guy have some weird fetish??

He was completely defeated by Lu Tingyun, so he shut his mouth and lay flat like a corpse. The warm spring sun shone into the room, making him feel cozy and drowsy.

Just as the two were drifting off to sleep, a sharp phone ring suddenly pierced the air.

It was Lu Tingyun’s phone.

Not wanting to disturb his spouse’s sleep, Lu Tingyun quickly reached for his pants at the foot of the bed and fished out his phone. It was a call from Shen Yin.

He thought for a moment, then got up and walked to the side to answer. They talked for about ten minutes.

When the call ended, the man crawled back to his spouse’s side.

Song Ai hadn’t slept yesterday and had just been through such an ordeal. He was almost asleep when he was woken up by the noise, so he asked casually, “Who was it?”

Lu Tingyun actually answered. “Shen Yin.”

Song Ai was groggy. “What did she say?”

“She said she’s very grateful to us for exposing Zhong Shaoxuan’s true colors. She wants to treat us to dinner sometime. She said her father is also very grateful and invited us to visit more often, and…”

“And what?”

Unsettled partnerships were usually internal company secrets. Lu Tingyun instinctively hesitated, but then quickly continued:

“And we talked about the partnership I mentioned to you before. She said her father has decided to give Lu Group priority, and asked me to prepare as soon as possible.”

“Partnership?” Song Ai’s eyes darted around as an idea formed. “This partnership with the Shens… I should get some of the credit, right?”

Lu Tingyun’s lips curled. “You get the majority of the credit.”

The praise went straight to Song Ai’s head. He smirked and followed up: “Then can I ask for a favor?”

Lu Tingyun thought he looked impossibly cute and couldn’t resist kissing his cheek before saying without hesitation, “Name it.”

Gifts blind the eyes. Let Lu Tingyun kiss if he wants to.

Song Ai was exhausted and focused entirely on this “favor.” He didn’t care anymore and muttered, “I want to go to Haishi (Sea City) for a vacation. Can you give me a few days off?”

A few days ago, Li Shang had mentioned going to Haishi for a couple of days. Song Ai hadn’t said anything, but he was incredibly envious. When he was studying in the UK, his savings were limited and he was in a strange land, so he could only stay cooped up in a tiny apartment.

He had thought that after returning home, he could realize his dream of traveling the country, but he ended up trapped under someone else’s roof again.

After he spoke, Lu Tingyun said nothing. Song Ai thought he was hesitating and waited patiently, but eventually fell asleep waiting.

After a long while, the man finally spoke:

“What do you mean by… ‘give you a few days off’?”

But by then, Song Ai was sound asleep, like a quiet, well-behaved kitten. No matter how much he was nudged, there was only deep breathing and no response.

Lu Tingyun stared at his spouse’s sleeping face, falling into deep thought. Most things in this world could be deduced.

As clever as Lu Tingyun was, even though Song Ai had only said that one nonsensical sentence, he had guessed the gist of it. It was likely his father’s usual tactic. A tactic he had experienced himself when he was a teenager.

Like most ordinary people, Lu Tingyun had gone through a brief rebellious phase. But his rebellion manifested differently.

His father always demanded he be first in his class, and he had always held that position. Until his rebellion hit, and he suddenly got tired of giving speeches at every school ceremony. So, in one subject during an exam, he intentionally skipped a major question. His rank dropped out of the top ten.

His father was furious.

But his father didn’t do anything. He simply hung a sophisticated, hidden monitoring device on Lu Tingyun’s collar. For the next month, Lu Tingyun lived under constant surveillance. He couldn’t leave his desk for too long; meals couldn’t exceed thirty minutes; he couldn’t stop taking notes during class; he couldn’t speak more than three sentences to other students, and so on.

…

He had thought his father’s desire for control was only applied to him—after all, he carried the weight of the entire Lu family, so strictness was expected.

But why should Song Ai have to suffer such treatment?

Lu Tingyun closed his eyes slightly, his expression becoming heavy.

…

3:00 PM.

The moment Song Ai opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar ceiling, his chaotic brain snapped awake. He turned his head and saw the room was empty.

Did Lu Tingyun go to work?

With this doubt, he went downstairs, only to find a certain someone sitting upright on the sofa reading a newspaper.

Song Ai was about to say something, but after making the first sound, he immediately swallowed it back.

How the hell did my voice get this hoarse??

The culprit heard the footsteps and looked up. “Awake?”

Song Ai gritted his teeth and nodded. His throat was so tight he couldn’t even manage an “Mhm.”

Lu Tingyun, however, looked perfectly fine—even more refreshed than usual. Song Ai felt an urge to pinch him, but he was afraid it would just give the guy pleasure.

Lu Tingyun somehow saw through him and tilted his chin. “There’s white fungus and pear soup in the kitchen. Go have some; it’s good for the throat.”

Song Ai: “…”

He didn’t want to deal with him. He turned toward the fridge, planning to open a soda to “fight poison with poison,” when he caught a glimpse of movement at the door. Butler Wu and several servants were moving things.

Lu Tingyun followed his gaze and explained considerately: “I’m going to Haishi on a business trip tomorrow.”

At the mention of “Haishi,” Song Ai’s eyes lit up. He turned to look at Lu Tingyun.

The man paused and, as expected, said: “I hear the scenery in Haishi is lovely. But going by myself would be a bit boring… I wonder if there’s anyone willing to come with me?”