The Noble Consort is usually quite a proud and aloof little kitten, and rarely gets close to Luo Hang.
Even a simple hug will make their fur stand on end.
It's been almost two months since we last saw each other, and it quietly nuzzled against Luo Hang.
The man and the cat spent two hours together in a rare display of paternal affection and filial piety.
At 5 p. m., Luo Hang declined his agent's invitation to stay for dinner and left with a long black umbrella.
The light rain that was falling this morning has now intensified.
A thick layer of rainwater had accumulated on the ground, reflecting the entire city.
Luo Hang put on his hat and stood at the intersection waiting for a car.
The rain poured down, dripping onto the umbrella Luo Hang held up. The wind was damp and chilly, so he zipped his jacket all the way up.
My phone suddenly rang in my pocket.
The ringtone was unique, sounding like a heartbeat, thumping and pounding.
This is the special ringtone he set for Jiang Qingye.
Luo Hang paused, took out his phone from his pocket, and answered the call.
Where are you?
The man's voice, processed with an electronic tone, combined with the sound of rain, gave Luo Hang a dreamlike feeling.
"I'll be right back," Luo Hang replied, somewhat dazed.
Jiang Qingye said softly, "I've come to pick you up."
Luo Hang seemed a little uncomfortable and changed the subject, saying, "I'll be back soon, no need to come pick me up."
Jiang Qingye waited patiently for him to finish speaking, and after a moment, he said, "I really want to see you now, so can I come pick you up?"
Luo Hang has always been the type of person who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
Faced with these words, he was speechless for a moment, and finally told them his current location.
Jiang Qingye arrived quickly, splashing rainwater everywhere in his Lamborghini.
Luo Hang's grip tightened slightly. Jiang Qingye rolled down the car window. "Get in."
Luo Hang did as instructed and went to the co-pilot's seat.
Did you have fun today?
Jiang Qingye started the car.
Luo Hang nodded silently. "Mm."
Jiang Qingye rested one hand on the steering wheel, while the other hand gripped Luo Hang's hand, which was resting on his lap.
Their body temperatures mingled.
Luo Hang pursed his lips, looking a little uncomfortable.
But he also felt a little happy.
These are things that seem like only couples would do.
He paused, but didn't back down.
Jiang Qingye only let go of his hand when the sports car turned a corner, focusing on driving.
With his palm empty, Luo Hang pursed his lips and said nothing.
The sports car finally stopped in the underground parking lot of Jiang Qingye's villa. Luo Hang got out of the car, and Jiang Qingye suddenly walked around and took his hand again.
Luo Hang followed him, took the elevator back to the first floor, and entered the living room. Only then did Luo Hang tentatively ask, "What happened when you went to the school anniversary celebration today?"
Jiang Qingye paused for a moment, then asked, "Why do you ask that?"
He didn't intend to talk about today's graduation photo incident; such an embarrassing and secretive thing would only make things seem bad if he revealed it.
Luo Hang: "Something seems off about you."
Jiang Qingye raised an eyebrow, casually tossed his car keys into the entryway, took off his suit jacket, and finally wrapped his arms around Luo Hang's waist.
He hadn't even taken off his padded jacket yet when Jiang Qingye first hugged the soft cotton, and then touched a slender and supple waist.
Jiang Qingye thought he needed to take good care of himself. He had always thought that Luo Hang was doing this for the sake of the camera, but after contacting him today, he realized that he was probably malnourished before and hadn't recovered.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Qingye leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye, saying, "I just feel like I might not have been good enough to you before, and I'll be even better to you in the future."
Luo Hang kept a straight face and carefully examined Jiang Qingye. Finally, realizing that Jiang Qingye's expression was not joking, he leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
After the kiss, their lips rubbed together again.
Like a kitten drinking water, sip after sip.
Jiang Qingye felt a ticklish sensation in her heart from his kisses, and finally opened her lips and bit his lips.
Luo Hang winced in pain and frowned.
Jiang Qingye seemed to have noticed and licked the spot where he had been bitten.
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Luo Hang felt he had gotten a little too cocky lately.
Jiang Qingye had always been very good to him.
After all, there are so many sugar daddies in the entertainment industry with unusual sexual fetishes who don't treat their mistresses like human beings at all. Compared to them, Jiang Qingye is quite good.
But since the school anniversary celebration ended, one offer after another has been handed to them, leaving their agents overwhelmed with choices.
Jiang Qingye would often come to see him, go out to eat together, bring flowers and small gifts, and occasionally go to the cinema to watch a movie.
Even if we don't do anything at night, I'll still hold him while I sleep.
Luo Hang is actually a person who is somewhat insecure.
He loved being held by Jiang Qingye while sleeping at night; the man's arms would always encircle his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace.
He sensed that this was a very bad sign.
It's no longer like being kept by a sugar daddy; it's just a simple romantic relationship.
After all, Jiang Qingye was just his sugar daddy, and he could leave at any time.
Once he sinks in, he really can't get out.
-
When Luo Hang called, his agent was humming a little tune, " Hangbao, what's wrong?"
Luo Hang said, "Get me a role in a film or television series, somewhere far from Beijing."
The agent immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Hang casually made up an excuse. "I want to go out for a walk to clear my head."
The agent subtly inquired, "Have you and President Little Jiang had a falling out recently?"
Luo Hang paused for a moment, then said, "No."
The agent sighed, "Alright then, there just happens to be a fantasy drama in the planning stages, filmed deep in the mountains. Would you be interested?"
Luo Hang said, "This one will do."
The contract was finalized quickly.
That evening, when Jiang Qingye returned, Luo Hang was arranging flowers.
It's less about arranging flowers and more about changing the vase.
He stuffed the flowers one by one into the newly bought vase, and finally moved them all, without any aesthetic appeal.
Jiang Qingye washed her hands and sat quietly next to Luo Hang, watching him tend to the flowers.
Are you bored?
Jiang Qingye suddenly spoke up and asked.
Luo Hang shook his head. "I was playing a game just now, my eyes are a little tired, I need to rest them."
"Okay." Jiang Qingye touched his earlobe.
He had a particular fondness for this gesture, and would occasionally touch Luo Hang's earlobe.
Luo Hang was used to it. After cleaning up the mess, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I have to go to film a movie the day after tomorrow."
Jiang Qingye paused, his gaze slightly heated. "How long will you be gone?"
Luo Hang didn't meet his gaze. "About a month."
Jiang Qingye frowned. "Is it absolutely necessary to go?"
Luo Hang lied, saying, "I really like this role."
As he spoke, he fiddled with the flowers he had just arranged, not daring to look at Jiang Qingye's expression.
Jiang Qingye agreed, "Go."
After saying that, he picked up Luo Hang and led him to the bathroom.
We're about to part ways, so there are some things that are better left unsaid.
-
It rained again in the early morning at the end of February.
Luo Hang, wrapped in a thin blanket brought by his assistant, squatted next to the director, looking sleepy as he watched the male and female leads perform a heart-wrenching scene in the distance.
"Brother, have some hot tea."
The assistant held a thermos and spoke in a whisper.
Luo Hang took the thermos, glanced inside, and saw that it contained goji berries.
He stayed up all night and really needs goji berries to save his life.
Luo Hang slowly drank half a glass of water before the scene ended.
After the director announced that the crew could take a break, they felt a sense of joy, like it was Chinese New Year.
A spring rain made the mountain road even muddier.
Luo Hang got into the van, and his assistant drove him back to the hotel prepared by the film crew.
On the way, Luo Hang closed his eyes wearily.
But when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he immediately opened his eyes and took it out.
It's already six in the morning.
Jiang Qingye sent a message: [Is it over yet?]
"Mmm," Luo Hang replied, "I'm going back to sleep now."
Jiang Qingye did not reply.
Luo Hang thought for a moment; they hadn't seen each other for half a month.
He wanted to find something to talk about.
Luo Hang is indeed a person who is not good at speaking.
Nine out of ten sentences he says are sarcastic or offensive.
He racked his brains trying to find a topic to talk about, and finally took a picture of the scenery outside the car window.
Spring has arrived.
A few seconds later, Jiang Qingye replied: [I care more about him.]
A picture followed.
It's the same photo that Luo Hang just posted, but he edited it a bit.
There was a faint outline of Luo Hang on the window.
He circled that small outline with a red circle.
It's as if you're saying silently, "You move my heart more than spring."
Luo Hang's ears suddenly turned red.
He locked his phone without a word and closed his eyes.
A moment later, he opened his phone again and typed for a long time, but he didn't know what to reply.
This... this...
That's a bit too much of a violation of the rules.
Luo Hang hesitated for a long time before finally locking his phone.
Back at the hotel, he quickly washed up, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep before he could even think of something to say in response.
-
The mountain road was indeed muddy.
The Maybach felt like it was driving through a swamp, the carriage swaying and rocking.
Jiang Qingye sat in the back seat, looking at the chat page on her phone, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
He guessed that Luo Hang was probably asleep, so he didn't say anything more.
When we arrived at the hotel where the film crew was staying, the assistant was looking around at the entrance.
The assistant straightened up only when he caught sight of a Maybach covered in mud.
This kind of high-class style is worthy of their President Little Jiang.
After Jiang Qingye got out of the car, his assistant quickly approached him, saying, " President Little Jiang, hehehe."
He chuckled as he scratched the back of his head.
This President Little Jiang and his brother are such a perfect match.
Jiang Qingye's expression remained as lazy and indifferent as ever. "Room key."
The assistant immediately pulled out a spare room key.
-
When Jiang Qingye swiped the room card to open the door, it was quiet inside.
He changed his shoes very quietly and closed the door.
As I went inside, the bed was slightly raised. As I got closer, I saw Luo Hang nestled in the blankets, his eyes closed, his long eyelashes drooping gently over his eyelids, his face warm from the heat of the radiator.
Jiang Qingye sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at it for a few moments. Then he took off his coat, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and returned to bed.
He deliberately kept his movements very subtle, so he didn't wake Luo Hang.
Jiang Qingye was wearing a thin white sweater. As soon as she lay down on the bed, Luo Hang seemed to smell a familiar pheromone and automatically moved closer to her.
Jiang Qingye casually pulled him into her arms.
-
Luo Hang stayed up all night and was so tired that he slept for almost nine hours before waking up.
When he opened his eyes, the room was quiet, and the curtains were not blackout curtains, so the afternoon sunlight shone in.
Luo Hang felt dizzy and disoriented.
A familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears. "Awake?"
Luo Hang paused, then subconsciously turned his head and saw Jiang Qingye lying beside him, her peach blossom eyes still sparkling.
Luo Hang's first thought was that he was dreaming again.
He muttered to himself, "Why does this dream feel so real?"
In fact, Luo Hang has been having dreams frequently over the years.
I dreamt that the car accident didn't happen that year, and he was still a child with parents.
His mother is very skillful; she knits him sweaters, cooks delicious meals, and praises him from time to time, saying, "My baby is so great!"
Although his father was a bit stern, he made Luo Hang feel secure and safe, as if someone would hold up the sky if it fell.
He would occasionally dream of Jiang Qingye, dressed in her school uniform, with a clean smile, picking up his dropped student ID and saying, "Excuse me, you dropped something."
Perhaps because the dream was so beautiful, he would be stunned for a long, long time after waking up.
Jiang Qingye's smile vanished instantly.
Luo Hang suddenly reached out and gently touched his face.
From the chin to the lips, to the nose, and finally to the eyes.
His eyes are really beautiful.
To give a somewhat inappropriate example, even if Father Jiang. and Mother Jiang had a hundred more children, they probably wouldn't be able to have a child with such beautiful eyes.
It's like winning the lottery – you only get lucky if you get the genes.
Jiang Qingye remained silent, looking into his quiet eyes.
He used to never understand why Luo Hang's eyes sometimes made him feel so sad.
Now he understands.
He had been silently observing this person for many, many years, even before he knew him.
Jiang Qingye used to be quite disappointed in his students.
Luo Hang did indeed feel somewhat inferior in his presence.
He even suggested a clean break, hoping Luo Hang could be more assertive, even more assertive.
For a relationship to be stable and lasting, both parties must be on equal footing.
He only now realized that Luo Hang couldn't understand his unspoken thoughts.
He really does resemble a kitten.
If you treat him too well without restraint, he will take it for granted and become spoiled.
The moment he shows even the slightest thought of leaving, he immediately retreats into his shell.
Are you satisfied now?
Jiang Qingye suddenly spoke in the dream.
Luo Hang was startled and immediately withdrew his hand.
He belatedly realized that this didn't seem like a dream.
A light blush spread across his cheeks.
"I..."
He tried to explain his actions.
The next second, someone suddenly grabbed his chin, and the person next to him pressed down, their lips following.
A very heavy, very deep kiss.
Luo Hang felt a lick on his palate and instinctively pulled his legs back.
He tried to break free, wanting to ask Jiang Qingye why he had come.
The next second, her pajamas were suddenly ripped open.
A large hand slid down his chest and touched his waist.
Luo Hang's mind went completely blank for a moment.
Everything that followed was out of control.
The bedside table was pulled open, and the items inside were provided by the hotel.
Jiang Qingye said, "I didn't have time to buy any, this is fine."
Is it okay?
He spoke in a very agreeable tone, kissing Luo Hang's cheek as he did so.
What else could Luo Hang say? Things had come to this point.
Stopping is bad for everyone.