Have You Ever Seen a Hoodlum This Handsome?

Xu Yanche reached out and patted He Qing's handsome face. "Hey, hey, hey, wake up. Explain what's going on here."

He Qing grabbed Xu Yanche's hand and pulled him closer into his arms. "Be good. Go to sleep."

Xu Yanche: "!"

Being held like this was comfortable, but He Qing's thing had stood up.

It was pressing against him.

It was a little uncomfortable.

"Qingqing Darling, please let go of your sinful claws. I need to get up and wash."

He Qing opened his eyes at that and looked at Xu Yanche. "Kiss me, and I'll let you go."

At that moment, He Qing's image as a cold, domineering CEO completely collapsed in Xu Yanche's mind.

Following He Qing's movement, Xu Yanche sprawled across his chest.

"Qingqing Darling, you look like some street thug right now."

Originally, Xu Yanche had thought He Qing would be embarrassed when he heard that.

But he wasn't.

The guy even shamelessly asked, "Have you ever seen a hoodlum as handsome as me?"

Xu Yanche expressionlessly reached out and pinched He Qing's cheek. "He Qing, did some filthy thing possess you or something? Is that something a domineering CEO would say?"

Shouldn't a domineering CEO pin someone down on the bed and kiss them fiercely? They've already stripped, so shouldn't they be doing that and that? He Qing really is a failed domineering CEO.

Silently look down on him for three seconds.

He Qing, who had been called a failed domineering CEO: "..." For a moment, he was actually speechless.

He Qing said, "Kiss me, then get up."

Xu Yanche refused righteously. "No. We haven't brushed our teeth yet. Aren't you disgusted by kissing before that?"

He Qing: "..." Fine, fine, fine. This again.

Once they finished washing up, Xu Yanche would definitely forget about the kiss again.

Though he had long since gotten used to it, he still felt a little disappointed.

Naked, Xu Yanche walked over to the wardrobe and picked out an all-white outfit to put on. "When did you come over last night? How come I didn't know?"

Xu Yanche was about the same height as He Qing.

He took out a set of black T-shirt and shorts and handed it to He Qing, telling him to wear it.

He Qing glanced at his little wife's dazzlingly fair skin, then looked away.

If he kept looking, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

His self-control had always been good before, but ever since meeting his little wife, it had weakened dramatically.

It was no longer as steadfast as before.

"A little before one."

Xu Yanche picked up his phone and checked the time. It was six o'clock now.

"How about you sleep a little longer?"

He Qing changed into his clothes and shook his head. "No need."

While brushing their teeth and washing up, Xu Yanche looked at their reflections in the mirror.

With a smile, he teased, "Qingqing Darling, don't you think we look like Black and White Impermanence right now?"

He Qing said, "No."

His little wife looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

Xu Yanche: "..."

Couldn't he tell I was making an analogy, joking around? Can't he just go along with what I say? Hmph, what a tasteless man.

Forget it. I'll forgive him because he's handsome. After all, I'm such a generous and magnanimous person.

Xu Yanche bounced into the kitchen and twitched his dog-like nose. "Mom, did you make scrambled eggs with chilies? It smells so good."

Seeing that the porridge in the pot was about ready, Jinshu turned off the heat.

"Your nose is the sharpest. Is Little He up?"

Xu Yanche nodded. "He's up, he's up. So when are we eating?"

Jinshu looked at Xu Yanche's little greedy-cat expression and chuckled. "All right, all right, right away."

During breakfast, He Qing watched the tender scene between Xu Yanche and Jinshu, mother and son, and vaguely understood why Xu Yanche wanted to stay with Jinshu for a few days.

Just now, he had also heard Xu Yanche's thoughts.

He knew the reason.

His little wife lacked a sense of security. Though he usually acted as if he didn't care, he was actually the one who cared most deeply.

He was afraid that his current life was only a dream.

So he was seeking some reassurance here with Jinshu.

He Qing felt a little bitter inside.

His little wife actually thought he wouldn't be wholeheartedly devoted to him.

He had made it so obvious.

Why did his little wife still think that way?

Xu Yanche noticed that He Qing looked somewhat downcast.

He put some food into He Qing's bowl. "Eat up. How is my mom's cooking? Pretty good, right?"

He Qing said, "Mm, very good."

After breakfast, Xu Yanche lay on a recliner in the courtyard, intending to take a nap.

Before he had even closed his eyes for three minutes, he felt a pair of intense eyes watching him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw He Qing standing beside the recliner, looking at him.

Watching him eagerly.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

He was hoping Xu Yanche would remember what he had promised him when they had gotten up that morning.

Xu Yanche clearly had not remembered.

He looked at He Qing in confusion. "Why aren't you going to the office yet? Aren't you working today?"

He Qing crouched down so that his gaze was level with Xu Yanche's. "Yanyan, you promised me this morning that after we finished washing up, you would kiss me. But from then until now, you still haven't kept your promise."

There was grievance in his voice.

As though Xu Yanche were some heartless scumbag who had used him and tossed him aside.

Like he had pulled up his pants and refused to acknowledge him.

Xu Yanche felt a little awkward.

He glanced toward the room and, after confirming that Jinshu was still watching TV, quickly kissed He Qing on the lips. "There."

He Qing's mood brightened somewhat.

Just as Xu Yanche was about to pull away, He Qing reached out, clasped the back of his head, and deepened the kiss.

Xu Yanche: "!!!"

This man actually broke the rules. He's so forceful—I love it.

Hearing that, He Qing's mood improved greatly, and his initial gloom vanished.

He went to work feeling refreshed.

Leaving behind Xu Yanche, who had been kissed breathless.

Xu Yanche's gaze was a little unfocused.

Somewhat unwilling, he looked up at the sky.

Ahhhhhhh, why? Why are we both men and both beginners, yet He Qing is better at kissing than me? That makes no sense.

Xu Yanche played until the afternoon before remembering that he still had luggage to pack, and he was leaving tomorrow.

He quickly climbed out of the recliner and returned to his room to pack.

Games really do ruin people.

Xu Yanche easily got carried away when playing games. Every time, he would say he would handle proper business after just one more round.

But after every round, he always felt like he had lost out somehow, so he played another and another.

By evening, his luggage still had not been packed.

Xu Yanche let out an unwilling howl. "Aaaaah, we're leaving tomorrow! If I'd known, I wouldn't have played games."

Jinshu teased, "Isn't this Xu Yanche, who practically wanted to grow roots into that recliner? Have you finally remembered that you have proper business to do?"

"Come on, Yanyan. Eat first. Once we're done eating, we can take care of proper business."

Xu Yanche thought that made sense.

In the end, it was He Qing, who came over that night, who packed Xu Yanche's luggage.

He packed it earnestly and checked everything carefully, afraid that something might be missing.