Chapter 115#
Baby Husband—#
After coaxing Qin Zhao to sleep, Jian Yunchen pushed open the bedroom door.
Qin Mu was sprawled by the side of the bed, his face pressed against the mattress with his eyes closed. His wrists hung down naturally, the iron chain dangling lightly on the floor. In sleep, Qin Mu had retracted all the sharp edges he displayed during the day, looking exceptionally quiet.
Jian Yunchen lightened his footsteps, slowly walking toward him.
He knelt by the bedside as the dim bedside lamp softly traced the contours of Qin Mu’s features.
Those eyes, which were always filled with fragmented smiles, were now tightly closed. His thick, long lashes rose and fell slightly along with his shallow breathing.
Jian Yunchen’s gaze lingered greedily on Qin Mu’s face, sliding over the arch of his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and finally coming to a stop on Qin Mu’s lips.
He subconsciously pursed his own lips, unable to resist leaning a little closer.
As their breaths mingled, the scent belonging to the two of them began to intertwine intimately, becoming indistinguishable from one another.
The warm yellow light was reflected in Jian Yunchen’s eyes, like a thin layer of scattered gold.
He couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes full of satisfied warmth.
Qin Mu was right by his side at this very moment.
This thought brought his spirit a sense of unprecedented fulfillment.
He rested his hands on the edge of the bed, leaning his chin gently on them. Tilting his head slightly, he watched Qin Mu’s face in silence.
Jian Yunchen blinked, his gaze suddenly drawn to a red mark.
Qin Mu’s hands were pale. Even though the heavy iron chain had been treated, it had still slowly chafed his wrists red as he moved about.
Jian Yunchen remembered that since they returned, Qin Mu had been lying in bed, lazily refusing to get up.
He had thought Qin Mu was just too tired from this recent period, but it turned out it was because dragging the iron chain around was too exhausting…
Jian Yunchen gently caressed Qin Mu’s wrist, sliding his fingers along until he picked up the iron chain.
He frowned slightly.
With a “Clack—”, the sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet room.
Qin Mu slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he opened them, he saw Jian Yunchen sitting obediently by his bedside. The warm yellow light made his already soft features appear even more tender. His dark, bright eyes sparkled with the reflection of the light as they looked at him soulfully.
So focused, so full of affection.
It made Qin Mu’s heart soften instantly.
He smiled and leaned in, lightly pressing against the corner of Jian Yunchen’s lips. With a tender smile he wasn’t even aware of, he asked, “Is Qin Zhao asleep?”
Qin Mu’s hand slid up to Jian Yunchen’s ear, affectionately rubbing his earlobe as he asked meaningfully, “Then… is it time for us to ‘sleep’ too?”
He deliberately emphasized the word “sleep,” and upon hearing it, Jian Yunchen’s ears turned red.
His long lashes trembled as he lowered his eyes slightly.
The hand rubbing his earlobe slowly slid down to Jian Yunchen’s cool cheek. Qin Mu cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him.
As if guiding him, Qin Mu tasted him meticulously. His tongue swept gently over Jian Yunchen’s lips, leaving behind a numbing sensation that reached his very marrow. Jian Yunchen slowly tilted his head back, beginning to lose himself in the kiss as he chased after Qin Mu’s lips.
Their tongues intertwined, creating the ambiguous sound of wet contact.
Unbeknownst to him, Jian Yunchen had been pulled up to sit on the bed.
By the time he regained his senses, two buttons of his coat had already been undone.
Without the restraint of the iron chain, Qin Mu’s hands were even more flexible. Before he had finished undoing the buttons, his hand began to slide inside the shirt.
As his waist was lightly caressed, Jian Yunchen’s body quickly went soft. He grabbed Qin Mu’s wrist and pushed outward, but he couldn’t move him. Qin Mu pressed against him, leaving a trail of light pink marks along the line of his neck.
“Mm…”
Jian Yunchen let out a soft hum, his cheeks flushed. He stopped Qin Mu’s increasingly excessive movements, his voice trembling: “I… I haven’t showered yet.”
Qin Mu lay against his shoulder and gave a muffled laugh. He extended his tongue and licked lightly, causing the person beneath him to shudder. As if he truly didn’t understand, he asked earnestly, “Speaking of which, when I got up this morning, I found that one of my shirts was missing. Did you throw it away for me?”
Jian Yunchen froze instantly. The watery haze in his eyes vanished in a flash as he snapped awake from his stupor, deathly gripping that last unbuttoned button. “How would I know? Maybe the cleaning lady threw it away, who knows—who told you to always leave things lying around—”
Qin Mu laughed, using his lips to block those words coming from the mouth that was never honest but was unexpectedly soft.
Clothes fell to the floor one after another following their movements, but no one cared.
In the end, Jian Yunchen was like an unwrapped gift; his collar was in disarray, with only an ill-fitting white shirt hanging precariously off his body.
He panted messily, a thin layer of moisture glazing his eyes.
“Qin Mu… don’t…”
His fingertips trembled as he pressed against Qin Mu’s encroaching chest. “I haven’t… showered yet…”
Those last words were muttered extremely softly, carrying an unspeakable sense of shame.
Qin Mu suddenly realized something. He leaned close to Jian Yunchen’s ear and whispered a few words.
Jian Yunchen’s pupils slowly dilated, and the flush on his cheeks deepened. He covered Qin Mu’s mouth and bit out a retort: “No way—”
Qin Mu gently caught his wrist, his fingertips touching those soft lips. He looked at Jian Yunchen quietly, his eyes revealing an intense desire in the dim light.
He slowly extended his tongue, lingeringly licking Jian Yunchen’s slender fingers.
The wet sensation sparked from his fingertips and sent flashes all the way down his spine.
Jian Yunchen’s fingers trembled, and the tips of his ears turned a deep crimson.
Qin Mu pressed closer, like a dangerous snake slowly coiling around him. He leaned into Jian Yunchen’s ear once more and whispered softly, “Let me help you.”
This time it wasn’t a question, but an assertion.
With his ears burning, Jian Yunchen nodded in a daze.
The sound of pitter-pattering water came from the bathroom, and their conversation became ambiguous and blurred through the noise.
Qin Mu refused to let him take off that shirt no matter what. It could only be slowly soaked by the water until it clung tightly to his frame.
A gaze that felt as tangible as a fiery snake licked across his skin. It had reached a level that could no longer be ignored. He turned his head and glared at Qin Mu. “You’re not allowed to do anything extra!”
Qin Mu laughed softly, the low, husky sound echoing in the bathroom. He kissed the tip of Jian Yunchen’s reddened ear and squeezed his waist. “What counts as ’extra’? Do you mean I’m only allowed to do… ‘business’?”
Jian Yunchen bit his lower lip. His lips had long since been tormented into a bruised red, covered in a thin layer of moisture.
He turned to look at him, his resolve weakening unconsciously. “No means no…”
Qin Mu felt that Jian Yunchen was seducing him.
He pinched Jian Yunchen’s chin, lifting it slightly, and swallowed the rest of his protests.
Jian Yunchen’s eyes grew watery again, his breathing becoming more chaotic with a nasal tone. “Don’t… don’t… be gentle.”
Qin Mu slowly leaned in, whispering in his ear, “Do you like it like this? Husband?”
Hearing that title, Jian Yunchen’s whole body shuddered, and he let out a sob.
He pressed his forehead against the wall, using the cold tiles to try and cool the heat on his face.
Qin Mu laughed softly, his muffled voice following him again.
“Do you like me calling you that?”
Jian Yunchen didn’t answer, his body still trembling slightly.
“Baby is so amazing—”
“Husband is so great—”
“Baby husband—”
Jian Yunchen reached his limit and covered Qin Mu’s mouth.
He ground out through clenched teeth, “Shut up—”