Song Zhou turned around and carried him toward the bedroom.
Chubby was still lying in the bedroom. Seeing the two of them leave and then return, he stood up in confusion and gave a "Woof."
Chubby's eyes were utterly innocent, and his tail wagged furiously behind him, but neither of them had time to pay attention to him.
Sensing that the atmosphere was unusual, Chubby looked at one, then the other, suddenly barked, tucked his tail, and bolted outside.
The door automatically shut behind him, sealing the room's blazing heat within.
Song Zhou placed Lu Ao on the bed, turned over to pin him beneath him, and kissed his lips hungrily.
Their breaths mingled. As they breathed, their pressed-together chests trembled, their hearts pounding in unison as their rhythms gradually aligned.
Song Zhou stared at him, his gaze deep as he said hoarsely, "Say it again."
Lu Ao wrapped his arms around his neck without hesitation. "I love you."
Song Zhou's aura abruptly changed.
Lu Ao responded in kind.
Their breaths intertwined, then parted.
Parted, then intertwined again.
The room overflowed with springtime passion.
In December weather, rain began falling without anyone noticing. It pattered softly, hiding every helpless little moan behind its curtain.
The cold rain fell, yet it could not extinguish the passion indoors in the slightest.
Fine beads of sweat even formed across Lu Ao's forehead.
The rain drizzled on for most of the night.
It was not until after midnight that Song Zhou finally stopped, and the rain stopped as well.
They had meant to eat before cleaning up, but even now, they still had not eaten that meal.
Lu Ao was exhausted.
Song Zhou picked him up. "Order something before you sleep."
"Not eating." Lu Ao lay there lazily, not wanting to move even a