After the first time, Wen Ran’s only thought was: “A little sore… but so good! Amazing~! Ah, my ass…”
By the second time, he lost himself in anticipation, eventually drifting into a daze.
Finally, completely spent, he thought: “So tired… can I sleep now?”
He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.
Luo Xiao, still alert, held him like a lion grooming its mate, softly kissing nose and lips.
After a pause, Luo Xiao carried Wen Ran to the bathroom for a bath, washing up together.
The night had been perfect. So much so that the next morning, Luo Xiao lingered unusually in bed, reluctant to rise.
When he finally awoke at ten, he looked at Wen Ran’s serene, beautiful face, kissed him, and reflected: after this wedding, he wouldn’t leave.
He was with Wen Ran now and would properly be in a relationship.
His repair shop job was temporary anyway; he might consider a more stable job if Wen Ran wanted him to, or continue as he had.
As he pondered, Wen Ran suddenly sat up, bright-eyed: “I want to draw!”
He scrambled for his clothes, impatient. “Let’s go back, I’ve got inspiration—I need to draw something!”
The blanket slipped, revealing traces of their intimacy.
Despite some discomfort, Wen Ran didn’t care—he jumped out of bed, bent down to gather clothes, and started dressing.
Luo Xiao, surprised, propped himself up, asking, “Back to your place? Now?”
“Come on! Hurry up, put your clothes on!”
Wen Ran urged him.
Seeing how genuinely anxious Wen Ran was, Luo Xiao naturally got up and dressed.
Neither of them even washed up; once dressed, they left together to check out. In just a few minutes, Wen Ran was already sitting in the passenger seat.
Only then did he realize his butt was a bit sore.
But he didn’t care and still urged Luo Xiao, “Let’s go back to my place, quick!”
No more words.
Luo Xiao started the car, glancing at Wen Ran. “Are you hungry?” he asked, then more concerned, “Any part of you feeling sore? How’s your butt?”
“No,” Wen Ran replied quickly, already pulling out his sketchpad and pens from the glove compartment, immersed in drawing. “It’s fine, really.”
Seeing Wen Ran so focused and excited, Luo Xiao understood—he had inspiration now and wanted to draw seriously—so he said nothing, just drove.
Thus, that morning after their first night together, there was no lingering tenderness—only Luo Xiao driving, Wen Ran drawing.
They drove all the way back to the villa. Wen Ran practically ran inside, carrying his sketchboard, not forgetting to let Luo Xiao in after him.
Luo Xiao went upstairs, assuming Wen Ran was on the second floor, only to find he wasn’t. He went to the third floor and saw Wen Ran set up a blank canvas and paints on the floor next to the bed, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, painting.
After a few strokes, Wen Ran suddenly jumped up, ran to Luo Xiao, hugged him, and on tiptoe kissed him. Breathlessly, he said, “I might be painting for a while. You do your own thing, okay?”
He kissed Luo Xiao again, said “love you,” then returned to his canvas, picking up the brush again.
So full of energy, so fiery.
Luo Xiao just smiled—he couldn’t scold him.
He asked only, “Hungry? Want anything?”
“Noodles.”
Without looking up, Wen Ran replied, “Just this meal. Nothing else. Don’t ask.”
Luo Xiao understood—Wen Ran needed complete focus.
He left the room quietly for Wen Ran, went downstairs to prepare food, and only then checked his phone. His new social media posts from yesterday had many likes and comments. He scrolled, replied to a few, including Ju Yaxin: [Feeling really happy]
[Yeah, I’ll be staying here for a while]
Then he messaged Luo Feng: [OK, successfully off the market]
A few minutes later, Luo Feng replied:
[?]
[So fast]
[OK]
[Congrats]
[Wait, you’re not joking, are you?]
[I can hardly believe it]
Luo Xiao laughed, sending a photo of himself with Wen Ran from yesterday:
[Photo]
[This was taken when we confirmed us]
Luo Feng instantly replied:
[Not that I don’t believe you]
[But that’s AI-generated, right? At least make the face normal]
[I suspect it’s some male celebrity]
Luo Xiao laughed, sending a voice message while cooking: “What kind of image do I have in your mind?”
“Homeless?”
“Don’t deserve a beautiful boyfriend?”
Luo Feng, busy, replied in text:
[You know that yourself?]
[Sometimes after going out, you come back looking worse than a homeless guy]
[Is this real or not?]
Luo Xiao replied in voice: “It’s real. His name is Wen Ran. He’s a painter. We met at the repair shop. He chased me.”
Luo Feng responded with thumbs-up emojis and teasing:
[Finally someone you don’t have to be scolded for dating]
[I’ll be on a business trip to City C soon—don’t forget to bring your boyfriend for dinner]
“Okay,” Luo Xiao replied.
Luo Feng asked: [When will you tell Ju Yaxin? Want me to tell her?]
“No, I’ll do it myself,” Luo Xiao said.
Luo Xiao brought food upstairs. Wen Ran remained at his canvas, fully absorbed.
Luo Xiao placed the food at the foot of the bed, went over, and glanced at Wen Ran’s painting—chaotic strokes, unrecognizable for now.
“Eat now?” Luo Xiao asked quietly, crouching behind him.
“Yes.” Wen Ran replied, painted a few more strokes, set down his brush and palette.
Seeing Luo Xiao behind him, he leaned over and kissed him. Luo Xiao naturally kissed back, asking, “Any discomfort?”
“Fine,” Wen Ran said, truly unconcerned. His focus wasn’t on himself, so he didn’t notice how sore he was.
He cuddled into Luo Xiao, hands roaming his chest and shoulders, teasing and touching, slipping under Luo Xiao’s clothes.
Luo Xiao’s breath quickened. “Not painting anymore?”
Wen Ran pulled off his top, impatient: “Not yet. First you, then food, then I’ll draw.”
He pushed Luo Xiao onto the bed, straddled him…
After one round, Wen Ran got up, completely disregarding everything, and went to the cabinet to eat, hurriedly.
Luo Xiao, also bare, placed a blanket over Wen Ran. “Don’t catch a chill.”
Seeing Wen Ran eat so fast, he added gently, “Slow down.”
Wen Ran finished, hugged the blanket, returned to the bed, laid over the edge, and continued painting.
A few strokes later, paint smudged onto the bed, but Wen Ran didn’t care, fully absorbed in his art.
Luo Xiao smiled at his focus, just like earlier on the drive.
He sat at the bedside, unclothed, watching Wen Ran paint. He even adjusted the blanket over him, took out his phone, and captured the scene.
Later, Luo Xiao cleaned up, showered, found a loose robe, and returned, sitting by Wen Ran to watch him paint.
Wen Ran painted almost the entire afternoon, pausing only to use the restroom and drink water from Luo Xiao.
By six, Luo Xiao went downstairs for food; Wen Ran remained painting, increasingly lost in a frenzy. He even switched to a new canvas, beginning another painting—this one seemed to be of Luo Xiao himself.
“Hungry?” Luo Xiao asked. Wen Ran ignored him. Luo Xiao let him continue quietly.
By nine, Wen Ran returned to his first canvas, finishing it halfway.
Luo Xiao was chatting with Luo Feng via WeChat:
[By the way, what’s your boyfriend’s name, age?]
[Wen Ran. Didn’t ask his age, probably a bit younger.]
[How long have you known each other? Not long, right?]
[Barely ten days.]
[Suddenly enlightened? Less than ten days and already together? Really like him?]
[Yes.]
[Painter?]
[Yes.]
[Do you know how to date? Check online for tips.]
By now, Wen Ran’s initial frenzy had slightly eased, but he remained highly excited.
After painting most of the day, he finally stopped, threw down his brush, and pounced on Luo Xiao, rubbing his face against him: “I really like you~ love you so much~~”
Then, bright-eyed, exhilarated, he suddenly said: “Luo Xiao! Let’s get married!”
Luo Xiao, still holding his phone with Luo Feng messaging, froze.