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The hooligan admitted too quickly that it wasn’t a real kiss and his lips only touched his cheek.
Liang Muqiu was dumbfounded and suspected that maybe he was overreacting. He could only eat the hidden loss and glare at Cen Nan. Liang Muqiu was tense as he got into the car and snorted at Cen Nan.
But in Cen Nan’s eyes, it was very amusing and he was happy to be snorted at.
When they first got together, Liang Muqiu was only eighteen years old and was very thin-skinned and obedient. After just one kiss outside, he became very shy.
The stretch of road leading out of the high-speed rail station was always congested and now that it was evening and had just rained, the roads were even more packed. The long line of cars crawled forward slowly like ants.
Listening to Cen Nan’s music playing in the car, Liang Muqiu was bored and cut it off, switching to a radio station instead. Listening to the comedic dialogue, he was entertained and soon completely forgot about the ‘indecent assault’ from just now.
Cen Nan had one hand placed on the steering wheel and when he heard Liang Muqiu burst into laughter, he glanced sideways at him.
Because the mountains were cold, Liang Muqiu wore a small blue-collar shirt with long sleeves. When he raised his hand, the plain white wrist revealed a trace of red. Warm and lustrous, a section of the red beaded bracelet was revealed. It was wrapped three times and was hanging loosely from his wrist.
His heart turned a little as he recalled that he had also given Liang Muqiu a Nanhong bracelet.
When he gave it to him, his mind was filled with impure intentions, so now that he saw a similar accessory appear on Liang Muqiu, he couldn’t help but be vigilant.
When they arrived at Yuhe Garden, Liang Muqiu naturally wanted to pick up Edamame.
After not seeing his father for a few days, Edamame ran out from his kennel to greet him. In his mouth, he was holding something to please Liang Muqiu.
Liang Muqiu took a closer look and thought, oh, isn’t this Cen Nan’s marathon medal? It doesn’t deserve any preferential treatment at all.
He looked up at Cen Nan while rubbing Edamame.
Cen Nan’s expression was calm as he said, “He likes it so let him play with it.”
Seeing that Liang Muqiu didn’t accept the toy, Edamame happily picked it up and ran around.
He was very familiar with Cen Nan’s house now and also clearly regarded this place as his territory as he jumped onto the low sofa, and automatically picked up a small orange cushion and flopped onto it.
Liang Muqiu was in a complex mood, feeling like the son he had raised single handedly was now being affectionate with his ex-husband.
And this “ex-husband” wasn’t aware of his thoughts as he entered the kitchen to wash his hands and came out asking if he wanted to eat a late night snack.
“I made shrimp congee, and also bought roasted duck rolls, yam pastry and chicken feet,” Cen Nan looked at him gently. “Why don’t you eat before you go?”
He had just gone to the kitchen to heat the shrimp porridge and Liang Muqiu was standing beside the kitchen so the warm and inviting aroma wafted in the air, making his heart waver.
He had dinner early today but it had already finished digesting.
Liang Muqiu pondered for three seconds before he chose to defect to the enemy side with his son, “Eat.”
Cen Nan then entered the kitchen to prepare the food.
Liang Muqiu behaved like a perfect guest and sat on the seat arrogantly while waiting with no intention of helping out.
He hadn’t come to Cen Nan’s apartment a lot, except for that one meal and the time he got drunk, where he was brought back by Cen Nan and then pressed onto the bed for a kiss. After that, when he dropped off Edamame, he only stood in the doorway and didn’t enter the house.
But now sitting on the sofa, he couldn’t help but recall the night when he was drunk.
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He relaxed on the sofa again and leaned against the cushion to play with his phone. However, he felt as if something was poking him from behind the cushion. He reached out and touched a box.
He usually didn’t have a habit of touching other people’s things.
However, the lid wasn’t secure and when he held it in the wrong direction, the lid fell off, revealing the velvet cloth inside and a carefully preserved watch.
Beneath the watch was a piece of card with his own flamboyant writing.
He couldn’t help but be stunned.
This box was Cen Nan’s twentieth birthday gift. He had purchased it with all the income he earned from a project he participated in. It wasn’t expensive, the ten thousand yuan it was worth was nothing compared to the price of one of Cen Nan’s shirts. But it was the best he could give Cen Nan at that time.
Cen Nan was born in the winter and he had bought the watch from a window display on a snowy day. He walked from the front entrance of the school to the apartment where they lived. His shoes were wet from the partially melted snow but he didn’t feel cold, only joyful.
When he got home, he jumped into Cen Nan’s warm arms with the frigid air around him. He couldn’t wait to take out the watch and put it on Cen Nan’s wrist like a proposal.
Liang Muqiu stared blankly at the watch in the box.
He hadn’t seen Cen Nan wear it since his return, and thought it had been lost, but he didn’t expect it to be properly kept in the box. With one glance, he knew it had been well cared for. There were signs of wear but it was still shining silver.
Even the card he stuffed into the box was there.
The message was, “To Cen Nan”.
And signed, “Your husband”.
At that time, he couldn’t be domineering in bed, so he had to take advantage of his mouth.
Liang Muqiu took the watch out of the box and held it in his palm for a while. He couldn’t describe what he was feeling.
By this time, Cen Nan had also finished in the kitchen and walked to the living room with the plates. As soon as he walked in, he saw the watch in Liang Muqiu’s hand.
However, he didn’t say anything and just lined up the dishes on the coffee table.
Liang Muqiu placed the watch back into the box.
Cen Nan stuffed a pair of chopsticks into his hand and his favourite roast duck roll was put in front of him.
He drank a few sips of hot porridge and ate a duck roll, but he still couldn’t help saying, “I thought you threw this watch away.”
Cen Nan’s face was sullen. “Why would I throw it away?”
Liang Muqiu took another sip of porridge, “We broke up, there’s no point in keeping old things and I never saw you wearing it, so of course, I thought you threw it away.”
Cen Nan was silent for a while before saying, “I don’t wear it because I’m afraid of losing it. When I was abroad, I wore it often but one day before returning to China, the strap suddenly broke and fell outside. I searched for a long time before I finally got it back. Later, I didn’t dare to wear it. I just sent it for maintenance and care occasionally.”
Liang Muqiu was taken aback.
He looked up at Cen Nan. He was speaking calmly but his jet-black eyes were looking straight into his eyes.
Feeling overwhelmed by his searing gaze, Liang Muqiu withdrew his sight gaze, but there were mixed feelings in his heart.
He couldn’t bear to throw away the watch and searched relentlessly for it. Then why did he leave him in China for seven years and didn’t even spare a look?
After their light snack.
Liang Muqiu stretched out on the sofa and rubbed his little belly to aid digestion.
It was almost midnight now and he had no reason to stay here, but looking around, he didn’t know where Edamame ran off to hide.
He stood up to search for Edamame. He didn’t know if his legs and feet were weak, but he couldn’t stand firmly and leaned to the side, pressing against Cen Nan who had just stood up beside him.
The two fell back down on the sofa again.
Liang Muqiu was barely able to lift his elbow in time to avoid crashing into Cen Nan. His palms were propped up on both sides of Cen Nan.
This position…was quite ambiguous.
One of his legs was squeezed between Cen Nan’s knees, forming a curve from his back to his waist. His hands were on either side of Cen Nan’s face and the red beaded bracelet on his hand was trembling from the movement just now. Cen Nan’s face was close to the bracelet and it was like a piece of white jade had appeared.
Liang Muqiu pursed his lips and was very embarrassed as he tried to get up, but as soon as he exerted force on his leg, there was another hand on his waist. With heavy force, he not only didn’t stand up, but also fell firmly on Cen Nan.
Since high school, he was unable to defeat Cen Nan because of the inherent physical disparity.
Liang Muqiu raised his head and glanced at Cen Nan gloomily. Cen Nan’s chest muscles were sturdy enough that it didn’t hurt much when he fell.
“What are you doing?”
However, Cen Nan grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him. The red beads reflected the thin white skin, indescribably beautiful and clear.
He questioned, “Just now in the car, I wanted to ask, did you buy this bracelet yourself?”
Liang Muqiu didn’t understand why he asked this, “No, it was given by a fellow scriptwriter. They bought too much and gave me one.”
Cen Nan gave a subtle “Oh” and asked again, “Male or female?”
Liang Muqiu understood now.
Exerting some force, he snatched his wrist from Cen Nan’s hand, straightened his body and looked down at him.
After all, he was an old lover that knew how to poke a lung tube the best.
He smiled at Cen Nan, “It’s a man, the scriptwriter who shared the same room as me.”
He deliberately provoked the man and was ready to flee but his getaway was one step late.
Cen Nan pressed a palm against his back, quickly reversed their positions and pinned Liang Muqiu beneath him forcefully. He clutched the red beaded bracelet around his wrist, each strong and round bead pressing against Liang Muqiu’s skin.
Cen Nan lowered his head and kissed Liang Muqiu’s lips.
It was completely different from the fleeting kiss in the afternoon.
Cen Nan pried open his teeth and sucked the tip of his tongue. Their bodies rubbed against each other and the heat of Cen Nan’s palm pressed against his waist was pulsating.
The soft and sensitive spot on his waist was touched and he struggled like a fish washed ashore but was ruthlessly suppressed.
Muffled groans echoed in the living room mixed with the sound of saliva mingling with lips and teeth. There was also the muffled clinks of the bracelet beads hitting each other.
It was unclear how long it took before Liang Muqiu was able to breathe freely again.
His chest was heaving as he panted and both his lips and face were red from the kiss.
He gasped for a moment and exclaimed hoarsely, “What’s wrong with you?”
Thinking it wasn’t enough, he added, “Shameless.”
Cen Nan smiled.
He raised Liang Muqiu’s hand and kissed it from his fingertips to his wrist, but his eyes were fixed on Liang Muqiu the whole time. He lightly bit his wrist.
It didn’t hurt.
But this tingling feeling spread from the wrist to Liang Muqiu’s heart.
Liang Muqiu’s face turned even redder.
He knew that Cen Nan didn’t care about the bracelet, he was just taking advantage of the topic. Having been taken advantage of twice in one day, he should have been fuming but the truth was that he was like a fish on a chopping board, being kissed until his legs went weak.
He was embarrassed from the very depths of his soul.
Thinking of this, he pushed away Cen Nan angrily.
This time, he succeeded.
He stood up, straightened his clothes and shouted Edamame’s name.
There was the sound of pattering on the floor as the little short-legged Corgi ran out from the bedroom and obediently sat in front of him.
Liang Muqiu picked him up and didn’t look at Cen Nan. He whispered, “I’m bringing him back home.”
Cen Nan didn’t stop him, but he got up from the sofa and followed Liang Muqiu.
There was no more ambiguous movement that crossed the boundary but from the living room to the doorway, Liang Muqiu felt that the heat on his face never receded.
When he was about to reach out and grab the door handle, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Cen Nan.
Under the lights, Cen Nan was still wearing a loose white T-shirt, but the area near his waist was wrinkled because of his movements from just now.
“What’s wrong?” Cen Nan asked.
Liang Muqiu frowned but didn’t speak.
When he was holding Cen Nan just now, he thought he had felt something.
After thinking for a while, he finally held Edamame in one hand and stretched out the other, lifting the corner of Cen Nan’s white T-shirt.
Liang Muqiu’s fingertips were soft but when they touched the skin, it was slightly cold.
Cen Nan subconsciously wanted to hide, but he didn’t.
The corners of his clothes were lifted, and the skin of Cen Nan’s abdomen was exposed.
There was a long scar near his hip bone. Although it had healed for a long time, it still looked ferocious.
Damn guys, sorry I died last week. Things were getting way too hectic and it still is because I have to study + commitments and I have to carry a group project BECAUSE THEY KEEP LEAVING ME ON READ???
Anyways, another chapter will be released for last week’s release.
Thank You for the new chapter ♡(ŐωŐ人) Group projects are the wrost if one isn’t with the people he can get along =.= Good luck with Your studies! ❤
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