When Ji Huaijin returned, Cheng Yue was cleaning shrimp in the kitchen. Fang Lele opened the door for him.
"Hey, Ji."
"Mm. Where's your brother?"
Fang Lele pointed toward the kitchen, then glanced between them and tactfully slipped into the living room with two heads of garlic in his arms.
Cheng Yue was concentrating on deveining the shrimp when a hand suddenly settled against the small of his back, stroked it twice, then hooked him backward.
"Fuck! Watch your hands! The kid's still here!"
For some reason, the moment those words left his mouth, it felt as though they were a married couple raising a child.
Ji Huaijin lowered his head to sniff the ends of his hair, his warm breath brushing exposed skin. "You smell so good."
Cheng Yue shifted uneasily. "Professor Ji, you're getting more and more perverted."
Heaven be his witness, he really hadn't put on any cologne today!
Ji Huaijin paid no attention. He turned Cheng Yue around, pressed him against the kitchen counter, and leaned in to do what he had been wanting to do since noon.
The running water masked the wet sounds of their kiss. Cheng Yue pushed at him twice, only for Ji Huaijin to firmly pin his hands behind his back.
Gradually, he felt like a kite floating in the air, with nothing to support him except the string in Ji Huaijin's hand, swaying in the wind.
Just before desire took hold, their lips slowly parted.
Ji Huaijin's eyes were dark, the desire in them unmistakable. He lifted a hand and gently wiped the moisture from the corner of Cheng Yue's mouth.
"Want to come home with me tonight?"
Cheng Yue avoided his burning gaze. There had been so much moisture just moments ago that it had nearly spilled over, yet