On the flight back to Hai City, Liang You kept nagging Ji Nanshu. "Oh, my little lord, just stick to filming the show! When they asked what your talents were, you could've just said you didn't have any! What do you mean, your talent is fortune-telling? Huh?"
Ji Nanshu picked his ear with a complete lack of decorum, letting her words go in one ear and out the other. "Mm-hmm, yes, you're right," he said perfunctorily.
Liang You snapped, "Of course I'm right!! And what was that about catching a murderer?! Why did Director Yang arrange such a dangerous plot?! No, I have to talk to him about this..."
Beside him, Liang You tapped away furiously, recording who knew what in her phone's notes app.
Meanwhile, Ji Nanshu had successfully put on his headphones and eye mask and was pretending to sleep.
Chu Mo had originally planned to take the same flight back to Hai City as Ji Nanshu, but just before their return, Liang You had rushed to Spring City and launched into a tirade the moment she caught him. Ji Nanshu had no choice but to message Chu Mo and tell him to go back alone first.
He couldn't let Liang You find out about his relationship with Chu Mo just yet. Otherwise, his ears really wouldn't survive her nagging.
Sigh, who told this relationship to be so improper!
After they landed, Liang You subjected Ji Nanshu to another round of nagging before they parted ways, one heading back to the company and the other to Qingyan Garden.
The moment he returned to Qingyan Garden, he collapsed onto the sofa, hugging a pink cushion and refusing to move.
Three days of filming. So exhausting!
After sprawling on the sofa for half an hour and finding that Chu Mo still wasn't back, he went upstairs, took one of Chu Mo's T-shirts from the wardrobe, and headed into the bathroom for a shower. When he finished, Ji Nanshu discovered that Chu Mo had already been home for a while.
In the study-
Chu Mo was wearing headphones and attending an impromptu meeting when he suddenly noticed two bare, pale thighs appear in his own video feed.
It was Ji Nanshu, wearing nothing but a T-shirt.
"That's all for today's meeting!" Then he hit the power button with a click.
Ji Nanshu blinked twice, looking innocent. "Did I... interrupt your work?"
Chu Mo felt a headache coming on. How was he supposed to tell this little fellow that he needed to wear pants when entering the study?
"Knock before you come into the study from now on."
"Got it~"
Ji Nanshu lowered his eyes, feeling unhappy for no particular reason. He had agreed aloud, and his expression looked no different than usual. But anyone who knew him well would know this meant he was angry.
Unfortunately, Chu Mo clearly didn't know Ji Nanshu well enough yet.
Chu Mo stroked Ji Nanshu's still-damp head and asked softly, "Shall I dry your hair?"
"Sure~ Thank you, my dear sugar daddy~"
Hugging a cushion, Ji Nanshu sat on the rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows while Chu Mo knelt on one knee behind him, drying his hair.
The view from Qingyan Garden's top floor was excellent. From the windows, one could look down over almost half of Hai City, with every passing pedestrian and vehicle in full view.
This era was peaceful and beautiful, unlike anything he had ever seen. He loved a world like this.
Ji Nanshu thought somewhat absently.
He didn't know why he was unhappy either. Knocking before entering someone else's room was only proper manners. Besides, he was nothing more than a kept plaything. At least where Chu Mo was concerned, what right did he have to be angry?
Really... what was there to be angry about?
Maybe... he was homesick?
Ji Nanshu blinked hard, forcing back the tears threatening to spill, then turned around with a smile. "My dear sugar daddy~ I'm hungry."
Chu Mo switched off the hair dryer. "What would you like?"
An image suddenly flashed through Ji Nanshu's mind. He licked his lips and said, "Spicy crayfi... mm...?"
The sudden kiss cut off Ji Nanshu's words.
Still kneeling on one knee, Chu Mo cupped Ji Nanshu's face and parted his lips and teeth...
His whole body went weak, and breathing became difficult.
That was an accurate description of Ji Nanshu's current state.
He let go of the cushion and clutched the front of Chu Mo's shirt with both hands to keep himself from falling to the floor.
How... was this man such a good kisser...
In the end, Ji Nanshu still wound up lying flat on the floor, one corner of his T-shirt pushed up to his chest, his face flushed.
He draped an arm loosely over his face, leaving only his slightly swollen, kiss-reddened lips exposed.
This was... so embarrassing!!
How could...
Chu Mo swallowed, drew a deep breath, and pulled Ji Nanshu's T-shirt down. He carried him to the sofa, then turned to head back upstairs. "I'll call and have someone deliver it."
"Do you really... not want to?" Ji Nanshu bent his legs and tilted his head back, his voice slightly hoarse.
Chu Mo froze. After a long moment, he turned around and stared unblinkingly at Ji Nanshu. "Are you sure you're ready?"
An unknown amount of time passed before Chu Mo heard Ji Nanshu's affirmative answer:
"...Yes."
That single "yes" put everything that followed completely beyond Ji Nanshu's control...
Chu Mo leaned over him, showering him with close, lingering kisses, scorching hot as he held him captive in his arms.
Ji Nanshu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Instinctively, he wanted to retreat, but there was nowhere to go.
"Be good..." Chu Mo's hot breath brushed Ji Nanshu's neck, sending a tingling sensation spreading from his back throughout his body.
A burning palm slid down along his waist...
"Slow... ah-" Ji Nanshu couldn't help biting his lip. How had it already...!!
The sound only spurred Chu Mo on. Rather than holding back, he grew even more unrestrained.
Ji Nanshu felt as though he were in a little boat on the ocean, drifting with the currents. Suddenly, lightning split the night sky, followed by the patter of rain...
After an unknown stretch of time, the rain stopped, and the sea grew calm again.
Ji Nanshu lay dazed on the bed. Whatever else might be said, those skills... were truly excellent!
At least he had enjoyed himself, even gotten a taste for it...
Chu Mo turned onto his side and pressed a kiss to Ji Nanshu's forehead, saying softly, "I'll have someone bring over some light dishes."
"Mm." Hugging the covers, Ji Nanshu murmured his assent, the tips of his ears bright red.
Actually, he didn't know why he had impulsively given Chu Mo such a definite answer, but he didn't regret it.
They would reach this point anyway. What difference did it make whether it happened sooner or later?
He just wondered... why was this man so skilled?
Had he secretly studied?
Writing this little bit took so much out of me. Sigh!