The Husband From the Original Pairing is Now Divorced - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The Kiss – “I’ll be gentle…”

“Teacher Sheng, can I kiss you?”

Zhou Zifei asked, his face appearing hazy in the morning light, which only served to make his features look softer.

He leaned down toward Sheng Jia on the sofa, his fingers brushing past Sheng Jia’s ear, naturally and intimately tucking a few stray strands of hair behind it. His eyes were filled with a tender, overflowing love.

Sheng Jia froze at first. It wasn’t until that warm palm covered his shoulder that he was startled enough to practically bolt upright. He reached back to grab the sofa’s backrest to steady himself from falling, his eyelashes fluttering in panic.

“K-Kiss me…?”

Zhou Zifei continued to draw closer. He pressed his palm against the sofa next to Sheng Jia’s leg and tilted his face up, looking at Sheng Jia from below with an expression of pure adoration.

Fine, curved brows; wide, smiling eyes; and red, full lips—which were currently parted slightly. Zhou Zifei could almost smell the rich fragrance emanating from within.

“Yes, kiss you.”

Zhou Zifei affirmed it again, his bluntness making Sheng Jia’s scalp tingle.

“N-No, you can’t… You-You must not be fully awake yet. It’s okay, you must think you’re still in a dream…”

Sheng Jia scrambled to find excuses for Zhou Zifei. He lifted his foot to leave, but his wrist was suddenly caught in a firm grip, bringing him to a halt.

He stood with his back to Zhou Zifei, his gaze fixed on the floor. A large shadow suddenly appeared, quickly swallowing his own.

“Why can’t I?” Zhou Zifei asked from behind him.

Sheng Jia turned around, trying desperately to pull his wrist from Zhou Zifei’s grasp, sweating from anxiety.

“You just can’t…”

He couldn’t name a reason; he just kept trying to hide. He forcibly suppressed the shy flutter he had felt in his heart the moment he heard the request.

Zhou Zifei didn’t give up, continuing to plead.

“It’s okay, Teacher Sheng. We can kiss…”

“Just once, just one kiss. You know I listen to you best…”

“I’ll be gentle, I definitely won’t make you uncomfortable…”

Sheng Jia had never been coaxed for a kiss in such a direct, almost shameless way. A brilliant crimson flooded his pale face, like a sunset glow reflecting off snow.

Even so, faced with Zhou Zifei’s soft-spoken pleas, he simply turned his head away in silence, attempting to dodge this heated courtship by not answering.

Zhou Zifei’s tall frame closed in step by step. His youthful, aggressive aura forced Sheng Jia back until his spine hit the wall. Although Sheng Jia realized he couldn’t escape, he remained as rigid and unmoving as a small animal in a state of shock.

He was afraid.

He was afraid to open himself up in someone else’s arms—not just because of the ugly scars on his body, but also because Yu Xianghang used to say he was “boring” in bed.

His past experiences and failed marriage made him sometimes grateful that he lacked sexual appeal—thinking it would protect him from being hurt—yet sometimes he felt a deep sense of loss over it, fearing he could never make a lover like his body.

“Teacher Sheng, I want to kiss you. I really want to. I want to every single day.”

Zhou Zifei’s voice was hoarse. His palm pressed against the wall beside Sheng Jia’s head, and his broad shoulders leaned in, blotting out the light.

Hearing these words, Sheng Jia summoned his courage to look up at the face before him. Handsome, tender—this was a face full of youthful vitality, and it was currently captivated by him.

In truth, Sheng Jia loved being held and kissed. Being nestled in a warm embrace with lips and tongues intimately entwined made him feel fulfilled and satisfied.

Should I… try?

While he hesitated, Zhou Zifei took Sheng Jia’s hand and placed it on his own shoulder. Body heat radiated through the fabric, making Sheng Jia’s fingertips reflexively twitch from the warmth.

“If you feel uncomfortable at all, just give me a tap, okay?”

“As soon as you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Zhou Zifei promised again, his gaze fixed seriously on Sheng Jia, his eyes burning with a startling heat. So much love, so much passion, so much desire.

Encountering such a gaze, Sheng Jia’s resistance was like ice in early spring—it slowly melted, and his rigid body became able to move again. His hand slid down from Zhou Zifei’s shoulder to rest against his chest.

Beneath his palm were firm, hot muscles and a violently beating heart. They all proclaimed that this was a young, strong male body, and the owner of this body was longing for him intensely.

The inner part of Sheng Jia, which had been empty and dry for so long, felt as if a small crack had been chiseled open. A warm current began to gurgle out, flowing through his limbs and awakening his own hunger and greed.

Due to this sudden surge of desire, Sheng Jia subconsciously bit his lip, his teeth grinding against the flesh, his toes curling in restlessness.

Yet, he still put up a final resistance.

“E-Even if we kiss once, it doesn’t mean I’ve agreed to be with you…” Sheng Jia whispered.

Zhou Zifei wasn’t his boyfriend yet; he hadn’t accepted the confession. This was a line he wouldn’t cross.

Hearing this, Zhou Zifei’s eyes brightened even more. With surprise and impatience, he lowered his head.

“I know—”

The remaining words were lost between their touching lips.

…

So soft, so fragrant.

Sheng Jia’s lips were tender. The moment they touched, Zhou Zifei’s heart felt as if it had collapsed inward.

Their faces were pressed together; Zhou Zifei even felt as though Sheng Jia’s breath was sweet. He breathed in Sheng Jia’s air, and an indescribable sweetness permeated his entire chest.

Zhou Zifei peeked through half-closed eyes. Sheng Jia’s eyes were squeezed shut, his eyelids creased with tension, his lashes trembling incessantly—once, twice—looking both delicate and timid.

So cute.

Zhou Zifei was so full of love he didn’t know what to do with it; he immediately wanted to kiss Sheng Jia’s eyes.

“Mmm…”

Sheng Jia gradually began to let go. Zhou Zifei’s lips and tongue were warm and his movements gentle, making Sheng Jia feel very comfortable. He thirstily parted his lips, longing for more.

Sensing the shy invitation, Zhou Zifei didn’t rush in blindly. Instead, he intimately sucked and swirled around the beautiful curve of Sheng Jia’s lower lip before moving deeper.

He quietly moved a step closer. His palm hovered near Sheng Jia’s waist, touching it almost imperceptibly, while his other hand on the wall tentatively moved toward Sheng Jia’s cheek.

Sheng Jia noticed none of this—or perhaps, consciously or unconsciously, he allowed it all.

Zhou Zifei never knew he could tremble this much from a single kiss. The hand on Sheng Jia’s waist shook slightly before he pulled him in tight. His tongue slid past the smooth row of teeth, finally reaching the depths.

This was a sweet nest and an outlet for desire.

Sheng Jia let out a faint whimper, his brows quivering as moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes. His fingertips turned red as they gripped the fabric of Zhou Zifei’s shoulder, his thin chest arching upward in restlessness.

Zhou Zifei sensed Sheng Jia’s arousal but slowed his pace. He continued to press and grind, his mouth and throat meticulously tasting and savoring. His hand cradled the back of Sheng Jia’s head, his thumb affectionately rubbing the tender skin behind Sheng Jia’s earlobe. This small gesture caused Sheng Jia to tilt his head and rub against Zhou Zifei’s palm, seeking more touch.

Slowly, Sheng Jia went soft and melted in Zhou Zifei’s arms. The sleeves of the dark green pajamas slipped down, revealing slender white arms marked with old scratches and cigarette scars, but Sheng Jia didn’t care. He pulled Zhou Zifei closer, his eyes—hidden under thick lashes—full of intoxicated infatuation. His hips began to sway slightly, shedding his shame to act spoiled.

Sheng Jia had completely fallen slave to Zhou Zifei’s kiss.

It was a clear late autumn day; the sunlight streaming into the room carried a bit of a chill. But the two people entwined in the living room, sharing breath and body heat, caused the temperature around them to climb. They formed a unique, intimate bubble—the only place in the house that felt like spring or summer.

While Sheng Jia and Zhou Zifei were lost in their kiss, Sheng Jia’s phone, stuck in the sofa cushions, was vibrating incessantly. First came message after message, then call after call. The screen repeatedly flashed a single name:

Yu Xianghang.