AAUMOBIP C34

Chapter 34

To say he wasn’t nervous about what was coming would have been impossible.

Liu He tried his best to keep calm. While Yun Jingqiu was tidying up the kitchen, he sat on the sofa holding Cream.

The bunny seemed to sense the charged atmosphere. It sprawled across Liu He’s lap, shifting around suggestively.

Liu He: …

“Cream, down.” Liu He muttered.

The bunny did not react at all.

He lifted it down himself. Soon enough, Cream had gone right back to its favorite toy.

This—this was how a rabbit in heat acted.

Then what would Yun-ge be like in his rut?

He drew a deep breath, the earlier surge of awkwardness somewhat dissipating thanks to that small interlude. Yun-ge hadn’t been wrong—Cream’s behavior was practically indecent【1】.

Unable to sit still, Liu He got up and told Yun in the kitchen: “Yun-ge, I’ll go shower.”

“Alright.”

He headed upstairs to bathe.

Warm water streamed down from above, the bathroom growing thick and humid.

Whether it was the turtle soup he’d eaten earlier, or simply his own state of mind, Liu He felt his body flushing with heat.

After washing, he stepped out and spotted Yun Jingqiu already in the room. His whole body stiffened.

The delayed rush of embarrassment stopped him from even looking directly at Yun Jingqiu.

“All clean?” Yun Jingqiu smiled. “It’s still early. Want to watch a movie together tonight?”

He didn’t mention the matter that was clearly waiting to happen next.

Liu He relaxed a little. “I’ll go pick one.”

Drying his hair, he’d barely started toward the door before Yun grabbed him by the arm and shoved a hair dryer into his hands: “Dry your hair, or you’ll catch a cold.”

The air-conditioning was running in the villa. After stepping out damp, cold air raised goosebumps along his arms, cooling the heat from the shower almost instantly.

Taking the dryer, Liu He smiled faintly at him before leaving.

The smile was pure, infectious. With just-washed skin still tinted pink, it made him look truly delectable.

Carrying the dryer to the media room, Liu He blew his hair dry while scrolling through the movie selection.

He’d already seen all of Yun Jingqiu’s works, so those were out.

Some titles had terrible ratings, others were reviewed as too boring, and several were horror films—absolutely unfit for setting an intimate mood.

Mood…

The word sank deeper. Testing, he searched further, studied the list for a while, and finally chose something more conservative.

That one would do. He settled on it.

Finished drying his hair, feeling a little bored with Yun still absent, Liu He just started it playing.

It was a romance. The emotions, the atmosphere—immaculately built.

Though classified as an action film, its beginning still lingered on emotional beats. Later, he guessed, there would be more action sequences.

Clutching a pillow, he sat cross-legged on the tatami floor, intent on the projection.

He was engrossed when the door opened. Yun Jingqiu stepped inside.

The light spilling through distracted him immediately, his attention pulled to Yun.

“You didn’t wait for me?” Yun said, glancing at the screen as he came over, sitting right beside him and snagging his own pillow.

Once the door shut again, the room darkened save for the glow of the film.

The movie played on. But Liu He found it nearly impossible to focus.

Yun’s shoulder brushed his, sitting so close. Same shampoo scent lingered, yet subtly different on his skin, an almost dizzying combination. Liu He’s body warmed again.

“What movie is this?” Yun asked.

“A romance,” Liu He answered.

“Action film?”

“Mm.” Liu He admitted sheepishly.

In the dark, he very clearly heard Yun’s low chuckle.

“You really know how to surprise me,” Yun teased. His hand slid to take Liu He’s, idly playing with it.

Fingers parted, pressed, tangled—interlaced—toying with him subtly, leaving the touch strangely charged.

The movie ran on, voices echoing in the dim theater. But with his hand so teased, Liu He couldn’t concentrate at all.

Soon enough, on-screen the lovers reached their peak of emotion, consummating naturally.

Soft, ambiguous sounds filled the room.

Guiltily, Liu He turned away—straight into Yun’s gaze.

“Xiao He picked this himself. You’ll have to watch it through.”

At some point Yun had stopped playing with his hand, only to fix him with an unwavering look now.

The stare was scorching, intimate, making Liu He’s face burn hot.

He tried to avert his head, but Yun cupped his face, holding him still, leaning closer and closer.

The first kiss followed.

Fed by the cinematic heat, even the taste of it turned more shameless.

So many times they had kissed. And yet never once did one drag on like this—not so unbearable, leaving him restless for relief.

By the end, Liu He was breathless.

“Xiao He has good taste,” the voice murmured by his ear. Yun’s breath was hot.

Liu He shrank from the overwhelming heat, his own voice trembling.

“This film is… good. Quite intense. Don’t you think, Yun?”

As if such a mood would let him watch to the end. In truth, it was far more risqué than Liu He had expected.

“Xiao He wants to watch it sitting on my lap instead?” Yun suddenly asked.

Instinctively, Liu He blurted, “I never said—”

Before he could react, the floor and ceiling spun. In seconds he realized Yun had already toppled him onto the tatami.

Both had only robes on after showering. Nothing underneath. Which made Yun’s movements even easier.

He’d never imagined himself perched in Yun’s lap watching a movie. And yet once sitting so, all awareness of the screen vanished.

He clung to Yun’s hand. Somewhere muddled between film and reality, they blurred as one.

Back in the bedroom afterwards, Liu He still hadn’t recovered.

Body aching, he bit down hard on Yun’s shoulder just to ground himself, leaving a circle of teeth marks.

He had no idea when the movie had ended—or if he had even been awake until the end.

Only that, once everything was over, he had no strength or thought left, and drifted into a heavy sleep. Yun had directed everything thereafter.

It was noon the next day when Liu He finally woke, sprawled limp in bed.

His body was sore, muscle fibers tight as if after strenuous exercise.

The covers beside him were cold—Yun had risen long ago.

For a while he just lay bonelessly, until his stomach snarled so insistently he dragged his phone open and messaged him.

【fon: Hungry】

【Husband: Awake?】

【Husband: I’m right there】

Not long after Yun’s reply, footsteps streamed briskly down the hall. He appeared at the door.

Liu He shot him a look full of reproach.

“How do you feel? I already treated you. You’re not injured, just a little swollen,” Yun admitted, sounding guilty.

Liu He rolled his eyes weakly.

Stretching his hand out, rasping hoarsely, he said: “Pull me up.”

Instead of that, Yun brought him water, holding the cup to his mouth.

After a few sips, his throat eased. Again: “Pull me up.”

This time, Yun carefully helped him upright.

It felt like his body wasn’t his own. His legs barely remembered how to walk. It took a long time before he gained back some strength.

Supported by Yun, he made it into the elevator, slumping against him. This was the first time he’d ever used the house elevator. He never expected the “first” to be under such conditions.

At the dining table, cushions had been added to his chair.

Liu He’s forehead twitched, glaring at the culprit.

“I’ll fix you breakfast—something light today,” Yun said.

His home never lacked such food. Actors lived on diet meals to maintain their figures.

Breakfast was porridge, a little green vegetable, and a poached egg.

Liu He chewed tastelessly, sneaking glances. Finally he swallowed his pride and dropped the line: “You’re terrible in bed.”

Yun Jingqiu had imagined all manner of things his beloved might say after their first time. Not this.

At once, silenced, depressed, wounded. He wanted to prove himself—yet Xiao He’s body couldn’t stand another test. At last, all he could murmur: “I’ll work hard.”

The atmosphere at the table plunged icy.

Lacking energy, Liu He only finished his food then lay back awhile, until soreness dulled enough.

“What time is Cream’s surgery?” he asked.

“Three.” Yun was washing dishes.

Still an hour and more.

Liu He nodded and amused Cream.

Soon Yun joined him, slipping an arm across his shoulders. “Next week… try again?”

Liu He hesitated, still wary.

“I promise to practice, Xiao He. This was my very first time. You have to let me learn.” Yun’s eyes pleaded, his expression pitiful—half real, half skillful acting.

Liu He knew that look, but still couldn’t resist. Soft-hearted, he nodded. “Alright.”

In an industry so tainted, Yun could preserve himself for his first time—he deserved credit for being so clean.

His technique may have been awful, but his care had been earnest. Patience mattered more than skill, and at least Yun hadn’t hurt him badly. On that basis, Liu He decided to give him another chance.

Of course, his body would need days to recover. The first time, Yun had gone too hard. That was the real reason Liu He called him terrible in bed.

Still, Yun’s touch had been gentle, leaving few marks. Only the faintest redness lingered along his collarbone, not even obvious hickeys.

Careful the whole time, but no disguising his terrible skill.

That afternoon, masked and capped, they took Cream to the vet.

They signed the paperwork, read the notes. Male rabbits were simpler to sterilize—Cream’s checkup showed him strong and healthy.

Soon the surgery was done. Once the anesthesia wore off, they took him home, letting him rest in his cage with food at hand.

Then, off for their date.

It was already dinnertime, a lively hour.

Crowds filled the streets. After discussing it, they chose to go sing at a KTV lounge, then eat in the adjoining restaurant.

After playing late into the evening, Liu He yawned widely from fatigue. The two finally ended their day’s date, returning home together.

Footnotes:

1. 猥亵 “indecent” – used playfully here, describing the rabbit humping its toy in heat, paralleling Yun’s own “rutting season.” 
2. Tatami mats (榻榻米) – Japanese-style flooring used for the home theater. 
3. KTV – Popular East Asian karaoke lounges with private rooms for entertainment.