Ming Qi fell onto the sofa.
The sofa was too soft, almost swallowing his entire body. Before he could find his center of balance, the man leaned in. His knee pressed beside him, deepening the indentation in the sofa.
Yu Qinzhou rested one hand on the back of the sofa, looking down at him like this.
Ming Qi vaguely felt the air around him gradually solidify. Even the warm air from the central air conditioner seemed to steal oxygen, making it hard for him to breathe. And under such circumstances, Yu Qinzhou asked him, “How’s your study of kissing skills going?”
Ming Qi: “…?”
Every sentence Yu Qinzhou said was beyond his expectations.
“Want to try it?”
Those simple three words made Ming Qi completely unable to breathe. His hands on the sofa unconsciously tightened. His entire body tensed, eyes both helpless and nervous.
After staring at each other for a while, he suddenly stammered, “C-can I drink some alcohol?”
He was still firmly remembering Huai Manyun’s advice.
Yu Qinzhou pinched his chin with his left hand, long fingers kneading his soft lips, rejecting his suggestion. “There is alcohol. It’s strong liquor I brought back from the auction, but Meng She said you still have filming tomorrow. I suggest you don’t drink.”
His fingers brazenly moved deeper, stirring and surging. He lowered his gaze and chuckled softly: “More importantly, I’m the one initiating this. You only need to accept… when it’s your turn to take the initiative, then you can drink a bit to set the mood.”
That… also didn’t sound impossible.
Ming Qi was very nervous in his heart, but he knew this was a step he had to take.
It was just that his mouth was slightly open and felt uncomfortable. Being unable to close it for a long time caused the corners of his eyes to redden slightly. He let out soft whimpers of unclear words, and just as he lifted his hand wanting to hold Yu Qinzhou’s fingers, the man suddenly pressed down, replacing the teasing from before with a kiss.
His chin was lifted, making swallowing even more difficult. Mingqi instinctively tried to reach for something, but the sofa was empty. He could only seek help upward. His fingertips with difficulty grasped the shirt under the coat, tightening little by little. The excessive stimulation made him let out one or two very faint nasal sounds.
The posture had changed at some point.
Yu Qinzhou was sitting on the sofa, back against the chair, head slightly tilted back. Under the bright light, his brows and eyes were stained with a vivid flush; the red mole at the corner of his eye became especially alive. He was stroking Mingqi’s nape with one hand, and occasionally, when the other tried to pull away, he would press it down a little more, making it easier to kiss.
Mingqi was kneeling between his long legs, vaguely able to hear the intermittent breathing by his ear and the violent, rapid beating of his heart. He couldn’t really take it anymore and struggled a bit. Only then did the somewhat merciful man finally pull away from him.
Mingqi went soft at the waist and rested his face on Yu Qinzhou’s shoulder, his chest rising and falling as he breathed in air.
“Tired?”
Yu Qinzhou’s voice was hoarse, full of desire. It made Mingqi’s ears itch slightly, and his waist seemed to go even softer.
The hand gripping Yu Qinzhou’s clothes didn’t loosen. As if unable to support himself, he ended up sitting on his lap, speaking in a low voice that was a little hard to hear: “Aren’t you tired?”
They had kissed until they were both oxygen-deprived.
Fingers slipped into the fuzzy sleepwear, pinching the hollow of his waist. Yu Qinzhou felt this sensation was truly addictive. He tilted his head back and chuckled softly: “I know how to breathe. You don’t.”
“Why are you more knowledgeable about this than I am?” Mingqi frowned a little, somewhat unhappy.
After this, he felt Yu Qinzhou was too skilled.
“Maybe it’s because I really have talent in this area.”
So he was the kind without talent?
Mingqi didn’t speak. Yu Qinzhou teased him: “Do you know what people without talent do?”
“How do they do it?”
“Of course, they practice more.”
Yu Qinzhou pressed down on the back of his neck again and coaxed him: “Another kiss?”
Mingqi had been drunk before, but he didn’t expect that one day, practicing kissing with Yu Qinzhou would leave him dizzy, unable to tell day from night. His vision felt like it was covered with a thin layer of white mist; he could see his fingers, but anything farther away was unclear. He could only vaguely see a simple outline and, compared to white, a more striking hint of red.
He said softly: “Not very comfortable.”
He couldn’t even tell whether it was his body that felt uncomfortable, or the discomfort from being pressed and kissed too much.
“Sorry,” Yu Qinzhou kissed his earlobe, “couldn’t really hold back. Baby, hold on a little longer, okay?”
…
Mingqi lay on the bed with a blank stare, his mind completely empty.
After coming to his senses, he suddenly realized what he and Yu Qinzhou had just done. His eyes uncontrollably drifted toward the bathroom next door. The hotel bathroom was separated from the master bedroom by a glass panel. It was frosted, yet still faintly outlined a blurry silhouette.
Mingqi felt as if his eyes had been stung and quickly pulled his gaze back.
A few minutes later, Yu Qinzhou’s voice came from the bathroom: “Baby.”
Mingqi: “!”
He covered his face. “Don’t call me that.”
He had randomly agreed to being called “baby” when he was disoriented, but now he was completely clear-headed!
The sound of water gradually faded. Yu Qinzhou only said: “I’ve seen your Weibo. Your fans all call you that.”
Mingqi: “They also call me ‘gege’.”
Yu Qinzhou: “Oh, got it. Then can ‘gege’ help me bring my suitcase in from outside?”
Mingqi: “……”
He wanted to kill Yu Qinzhou.
Even though his mind was full of threats, his body was very honest as he got up from the bed and walked to the door. He opened it and stuck his head out to look. Sure enough, he saw the suitcase in the shadows. As he pulled it, the door next to him suddenly clicked open. Mingqi, like a startled cat, pushed the suitcase and ran.
So, when the assistant of Wu Hongfang came out, he only saw a hurried back.
Assistant: “?”
Why was Mingqi running so fast? He doesn’t bite people.
The guilty-looking young man closed the door, leaning his back against it to catch his breath, then walked to the bathroom and said to Yu Qinzhou: “I brought the suitcase in.”
“There’s my sleepwear and underwear inside.”
Mingqi blinked blankly: “Do I get them for you?”
Through the door, he heard Yu Qinzhou laugh: “Otherwise I walk out naked right now? If you don’t mind—”
“I can stay in the room!”
Mingqi reacted extremely fast, but Yu Qinzhou’s unfinished words were: “I do mind.”
Mingqi struggled: “There’s a bathrobe inside.”
Yu Qinzhou: “I have a cleanliness obsession. I can’t wear it.”
Fine, fine—he just had to take it then.
They had already kissed, already touched, just handing over underwear didn’t seem that hard to accept.
He said “wait” and laid the suitcase flat on the ground to open it. Yu Qinzhou’s suitcase didn’t have many things; his clothes were neatly arranged. Besides that, there was a sealed exquisite wooden box, seemingly the same one Mingqi had seen in media photos. He looked away and carefully took out a silk sleepwear set, placing it on the sofa first. Then his gaze fell on a cloth bag. After mentally preparing himself twice, he opened it.
He grabbed a pair, didn’t knock, and directly closed his eyes while opening the door, reaching inside: “For you.”
He only showed half of his profile, his expression not fully visible, but his ears were completely red.
Yu Qinzhou suppressed a smile, took it, and slowly said: “There’s still sleepwear.”
So Mingqi turned back to look for the clothes again.
When Yu Qinzhou walked out of the bathroom looking properly dressed, Mingqi had already returned to the bed, wrapping himself into a cocoon-like “caterpillar.” Yu Qinzhou looked at the bed. A 1.8-meter bed was more than enough for two adult men. He tilted his head and asked: “Don’t want me to sleep here? Want to freeze me to death?”
“No.”
Mingqi mumbled, and when he handed over part of the blanket, he whispered: “Actually, we could ask the hotel for another blanket.”
Yu Qinchou: “Mm, unless you want everyone to know there’s another person in your room.”
Ming Qi: “……”
Then forget it.
Ming Qi rarely shared a bed with anyone. The most recent time could be traced back to childhood, but that no longer counted. He was a little unaccustomed to it. He tried very hard to give Yu Qinchou enough space, but the blanket and bed were only so big. Yu Qinchou, with a mischievous intention, moved along with Ming Qi’s shifting. In no time, Ming Qi was pitifully pressed against the very edge of the bed.
Yu Qinchou looked down at him: “You keep moving away.”
He turned back resignedly: “I’m going to fall off.”
Yu Qinchou reached out his hand and asked him, “Then do you want to come back?”
Ming Qi deliberately avoided looking at that hand and urged him instead: “Move over a bit.”
“I won’t move.”
So you won’t move, huh?
Ming Qi sat up, stretched his long legs, and directly stepped over Yu Qinchou’s front to the more spacious left side. He was about to lie down satisfied when Yu Qinchou was even faster. An arm unexpectedly wrapped around Ming Qi’s waist and pulled him into his embrace.
With a thud, Ming Qi’s forehead hit Yu Qinchou’s chest.
But compared to the pain, what concerned Ming Qi more was something else.
“You—”
“A normal man’s normal reaction.” Yu Qinchou felt the rising heat surging at the young man’s waist, his tone lazily innocent.
“I don’t have it!”
“You don’t?” Yu Qinchou exposed him. “You just don’t have it right now.”
Ming Qi’s face burned red upon hearing this, wanting to seal Yu Qinchou’s mouth. Thinking so, he actually did it—his palm quickly covered the man’s lips, but it was soon gently pulled away by Yu Qinchou.
The man’s eyes carried a smile as he said, “I’d prefer you use another method.”
Without giving Ming Qi a chance to refuse, he leaned down: “Pre-sleep practice.”
Ming Qi felt like crying without tears.
He really didn’t want to practice anymore—his lips were about to get worn raw.