In the middle of the night, as Jiang Luoluo lay half-awake, the bed suddenly sank beside him. A man’s chest pressed against his back, pulling him into an embrace.
Jiang Luoluo was so sleepy he could barely open his eyes. But when he caught sight of the man’s slightly furrowed brow, he instantly became fully alert.
That arrogant expression could belong to no one else but the overbearing CEO, Fu Tingchuan.
Sure enough, Fu Tingchuan spoke, his voice full of annoyance and superiority: “Jiang Luoluo, I don’t keep you around so you can kick me out of the main bed just because you’re feeling cozy.”
Jiang Luoluo blinked, his long, curved lashes fluttering. His clear eyes looked like they were brimming with tears, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on in its sleep—innocent and a bit pitiful.
Facing this sight, Fu Tingchuan opened his mouth, then found it hard to continue scolding. He reached out to pull the head still buried under the blanket into his arms, forcibly changing the topic.
“All right, it’s still early. Let me hold you for a while longer.”
Jiang Luoluo yawned again, cuddled close to Fu Tingchuan’s embrace, and drifted back to sleep.
But Fu Tingchuan remained wide awake.
When he woke up in the guest room, his head was fuzzy. At first, he couldn’t even tell where he was. He’d thought he might have been kidnapped.
Only when he pushed open the door did he realize they were at the villa.
Fu Tingchuan was a clean freak, and his standards for food, lodging, and travel were insanely high. He’d never set foot in a guest room, let alone this one.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. When he opened the door to see the person sound asleep under the covers, he felt like his lungs might explode from the fury.
But when he lifted the covers and saw that face, all his boiling rage suddenly turned into a bucket of cold water. It was still there, but he couldn’t make it flare up anymore.
Jiang Luoluo’s sleep was interrupted by the touch across his thigh. He opened his eyes to find Fu Tingchuan staring at him with a troubled expression. He seemed to have been gazing for quite some time.
Seeing Jiang Luoluo awake finally improved his mood. Without warning, he pulled Jiang Luoluo up into his lap, causing the younger man to tremble in surprise.
A soft chuckle echoed through the air. Fu Tingchuan seemed amused by him. “It’s not like this is the first time we’ve seen each other. Why such a big reaction?”
As he spoke, his hand reached out to pinch Jiang Luoluo’s chubby cheeks. “You’ve been doing well under my care these past days. You look much healthier than before.”
Jiang Luoluo’s legs went weak, and he tried to change the subject. “Actually… actually, I was always pretty! How about I look for some old photos? They’re really nice, you know!”
As he talked, his hand reached out to search for his phone, while his legs began tentatively inching towards the edge of the bed.
A firm hand grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back. A low voice, with a hint of expectant laughter, said, “No need. Keep some time for something more meaningful.”
His hands were pressed into the pillow. Fu Tingchuan leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. “Be good and listen to me.”
Breath brushed against his ear, trailing down to his neck, burning Jiang Luoluo’s pale skin until it flushed pink.
Jiang Luoluo gave a little shiver. Fu Tingchuan stopped and kissed his forehead, then tightened his wide fingers around Jiang Luoluo’s slender waist, pulling him closer.
With a red face and fingers clutching Fu Tingchuan’s collar, Jiang Luoluo whispered, pleading, “It still hurts a little…”
Fu Tingchuan covered his mouth, “It won’t hurt this time.”
“Looks like my brain is as tangled as Fu Tingchuan’s emotions—need a little caffeine boost to untangle both! If you want more updates and smoother translations, feel free to toss me a coffee on Ko-fi, so I can keep the words flowing!”
