Deliberately Waiting to Take a Bath with You

Song Mingzhou laughed. [Like what?]

527 said stiffly, [Like the kind who can't wait to cling to the rich and powerful, desperately wants to get married, that sort of thing. It's not good.]

Song Mingzhou laughed even harder. [Hahaha, then let it be like that. The night is long; how can sleeping alone compare to sleeping with someone? I like sleeping with someone.]

That was true.

In the real world, Song Mingzhou had been an absurdly wealthy second-generation heir. He might have been a little less wealthy than Duan Xun was now, but he had still been a young master from a rich family. His parents had been incredibly busy, and no matter how luxurious the villa was, its only resident had always been him.

He had been timid as a child and had gradually developed a fear of the dark. He did not like sleeping alone, but he had no choice but to sleep alone.

Ever since coming to this novel world, every time he slept with Duan Xun, he felt not only physical pleasure and happiness, but psychological happiness as well.

He simply did not want to think about it, and deliberately ignored those feelings.

527 did not know any of that. Hearing him say so, it merely pursed its lips and mocked him for forgetting loyalty at the sight of a pretty face.

The two bickered all the way to their destination.

Song Mingzhou entered the luxurious villa district without any obstruction. Led by Lin Cheng, he arrived in front of a brightly lit villa.

"Mr. Song, please come in."

"Mm."

After Lin Cheng opened the door and let him in, he tactfully turned and left.

The villa lights were still on.

Song Mingzhou walked into the courtyard and saw a figure pass by the second-floor window. He smiled, changed into slippers, and headed straight upstairs.

He opened the door.

Inside, the tall man was lounging by the window. One hand held a book, while the other gently swirled a glass of red wine. White light and shadow fell over him, somehow lending him a trace of warmth.

He's so handsome.

I really want to kiss him.

Duan Xun happened to look up just then. His dark, unreadable gaze fell on Song Mingzhou, carrying a hint of scrutiny and amusement as he beckoned to him. "Come here."

Like he was calling a pet.

Yet Song Mingzhou did not feel uncomfortable in the slightest. He liked this feeling of being noticed, of being needed and cherished.

His eyes curved into crescents at once as he ran toward Duan Xun and obediently lowered his head.

Duan Xun was actually half a head taller than him, but Song Mingzhou had not forgotten his role as a canary. He knew Duan Xun liked stroking his head, so he slightly lowered it and leaned over to let him do so.

Sure enough, Duan Xun raised a hand and ruffled his hair.

"Why were you in such a hurry?"

The teasing voice sounded, and Song Mingzhou's ears reddened slightly. Was he supposed to say that he had rushed over because he wanted to sleep with him?

"I was afraid you'd get tired of waiting."

Song Mingzhou acted very obediently.

Duan Xun wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him onto his lap. Once he was settled, he reached for the wineglass he had set down earlier and brought it to his lips. "Can you drink?"

Song Mingzhou nodded. "A little."

Actually, he could not drink much at all.

Duan Xun looked at him, clearly meaning for him to have some. Song Mingzhou naturally accepted the feeding and drank half a glass of red wine from his hand.

His stomach burned, and his head grew woozy.

Duan Xun asked him, "Did you miss me?"

Song Mingzhou answered honestly, "Yes."

I deliberately waited so I could come take a bath with you.

Duan Xun paused, then broke into a smile. "Have you bathed yet?"

Song Mingzhou's woozy mind instantly cleared a fair bit. He shook his head. "No. I was just about to take a bath when I got your message."

Do you want to bathe together? Let's do it, let's do it. We didn't even take a proper bath together the first time.

Song Mingzhou suppressed the excitement in his eyes.

Duan Xun pretended not to notice and said casually, "I haven't bathed either."

"Then, were you waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"Mm..."

Song Mingzhou actually went blank for a moment, not knowing what to say. That was not right, was it? They had already done everything there was to do, so why was he still this shy?

Then—

He heard Duan Xun say, "Want to do it together?"

Song Mingzhou: ???

Song Mingzhou: !!!

What did he say?? He really is the worm in my stomach! He even knows this? Could it be that he called me over in the middle of the night just for this??

Do I have a chance to get on top? Maybe while he's bathing, I could...

"Ahem."

Duan Xun coughed, neither too loudly nor too softly, interrupting Song Mingzhou's increasingly outrageous train of thought at just the right moment. Under the lights, his breathing was long yet hurried.

"Shall we go?"

Song Mingzhou was helped to his feet, his head heavy and legs light. In a daze, he followed him into the bathroom, and with a thud, he was pinned against something.

Two hours later.

Song Mingzhou came out with trembling legs, barely able to walk steadily even while supporting himself against the wall. A bathrobe hung loosely from his body, and the suggestive red marks inside the open collar were fully visible.

Still, Duan Xun had some humanity left. He had not left any marks in places exposed beyond the collar, so it would not affect filming.

Duan Xun brought over a cup of hot water and set it on the bedside table. Then he strode over, scooped him up around the waist, and carried him steadily.

Song Mingzhou: ...

Comparisons really were maddening.

But, well, he was the one who had taken it, so he could not blame Duan Xun for still being able to walk.

Song Mingzhou was placed on the bed, and Duan Xun handed him the water. "Drink some."

"N—"

The instant the first word left his mouth, Song Mingzhou's eyes widened in horror. He clutched his throat. What was going on? What duck was quacking???

What had happened to his voice??

Song Mingzhou looked up in panic and met Duan Xun's tightly pressed lips as he tried to suppress a smile. He immediately understood what was going on, and even his neck burned red.

Damn it!

With that much brute strength, why was he so good at this!

Song Mingzhou cursed indignantly in his heart several times before pretending nothing had happened. He took the cup and sipped from it, and only then did his burning throat feel a little better.

He drank some more.

The cup was quickly emptied. Duan Xun took it from him and casually asked, "Want more?"

"Mm?"

More what? Want what? Does he still have the energy? Should I?

Song Mingzhou was a little conflicted.

Forget it, I can't do any more. My legs and waist are practically broken. I still have filming tomorrow. I can't take it anymore. Can't this beast tell I'm done?

He really is ruthless!

Duan Xun: ...

He looked at the empty cup, at a loss for words, and could not help saying, "I meant water. Do you want more water?"

"Huh?" Song Mingzhou came back to himself in a daze. "Oh, water."

Duan Xun looked at him with amusement. "What did you think I meant?"

Song Mingzhou turned his head away awkwardly. "Nothing. Then, another half cup."

"Mm."

Duan Xun's throat bobbed. He went to pour another cup of water, then watched him finish it.

Song Mingzhou eyed him suspiciously. "You..."

Why do you keep staring at me? That look makes it seem like you want to tear me apart!

Duan Xun stood with the light behind him, making the gleam in his eyes hard to see. When he spoke, his voice was clearly hoarse. "Tomorrow, get up later."

"?"

Before Song Mingzhou could fully process what those words meant, his vision swam, and he was pounced on and pressed into the bed.

Quack, quack, quack.

Half asleep, Song Mingzhou felt around for his phone, intending to silence it. But when he glanced at the screen and saw it was his assistant calling, he answered groggily anyway.

Chen Fei was anxious. "Teacher Song, why haven't you come yet??"

"?"

Song Mingzhou's brain had yet to start working.

Chen Fei checked the time. "It's already eight-thirty. Have you arrived yet? Do you need me to pick you up?"

Eight-thirty.

Oh.

What?? It was already eight-thirty??

The crew usually started work very early. The actors still had to do makeup and prepare after arriving, and he even had scenes scheduled for the morning. He should not have been this late.

Song Mingzhou was completely awake now. He sat up abruptly, ignoring the soreness in his body as he hurriedly said, "No need to pick me up. I'll be there right away, right away. Is my scene coming up soon?"