The moment Song Yu was kissed, his mind went blank. Like a startled little lamb, his body froze, eyes shut tightly, his long thick lashes trembling like waves.
Fu Yuqian was amused by this adorable reaction. He raised his hand to pinch the back of Song Yu’s neck and coaxed softly against his lips: “Xiao Yu, relax, breathe… Don’t tell me this is your first kiss?”
When he was a cat, being kissed didn’t feel like much, but in his human body, this was indeed the first time. Even during filming, his kissing scenes were always staged — he had never actually been kissed. Song Yu hadn’t expected himself to be this embarrassed. Just this morning, they had done something even more intimate, and now he instinctively wanted to push Fu Yuqian away. But his wrist was caught and lifted, pressed against the wall, as Fu Yuqian kissed him again — gently, coaxingly.
Slowly, Song Yu relaxed, tilting his chin slightly to accept the unbearably tender kiss, a small whimper escaping his throat like a frightened little animal.
That sound only spurred Fu Yuqian further. “Xiao Yu, open your mouth…” he coaxed again.
Song Yu, already dizzy from the kiss, obediently parted his lips. In the next moment, a hot, agile tongue slipped in. His whole body shuddered as if struck by lightning, nearly going limp — thankfully Fu Yuqian’s hand was firm around his waist. Naturally, his body stirred in response.
“Baby, you’re full of energy,” Fu Yuqian murmured with a husky laugh, his voice low and sensual. Song Yu’s face was flushed red, the blush spreading to his ears and neck.
The end result, of course, was that he was “served” once again — even forced to touch Fu Yuqian there. Damn it, that guy was built like a horse.
This time, Song Yu lasted longer. Maybe it was because the second time wasn’t as unfamiliar. He wasn’t as shy, and after they cleaned up, he didn’t try to run away. Lying side by side on the bed, his head resting in the crook of Fu Yuqian’s neck, he even had the strength to ask: “Are you okay?”
They were both men, after all — Song Yu naturally knew what that kind of frustration felt like.
But Fu Yuqian just held him, hand resting lightly on his smooth, flexible waist, chuckling. “I’m fine.” He knew that if they went any further, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Tomorrow there was still filming, and besides, they had only just confirmed their relationship. Song Yu needed time to adjust — he didn’t want to scare him.
Even asking that question had used up all of Song Yu’s courage. Seeing that Fu Yuqian didn’t need him to do more, he was secretly relieved. Still, it felt strange — since when had this shameless man suddenly turned abstinent?
Fu Yuqian’s embrace was warm and steady, his scent of cedar already so familiar. Song Yu felt like a drifting boat finally returning to a safe harbor. The corners of his mouth kept curving upward, his eyes bright with happiness.
Fu Yuqian, knowing Song Yu’s past, also knew he liked this kind of embrace. He grew even more tender, murmuring: “Good thing I confessed today. Otherwise, what would happen when we had to film kissing scenes? With your reaction just now, wouldn’t people laugh at you, Teacher Song?”
“So what if I don’t have experience?” Song Yu retorted, not feeling embarrassed at all — though a little sour. “Unlike Teacher Fu, who’s so skilled. Who knows how many people you practiced on.”
Fu Yuqian, utterly charmed again, couldn’t hold back a low laugh. “Other than my little cat Song, I’ve never kissed anyone else. As for why I seem skilled — when it’s someone I love, intimacy comes naturally. That said… Xiao Yu, you were so passive just now. Don’t tell me you don’t feel anything for me?”
Not seeing Fu Yuqian’s expression, Song Yu thought he was serious. He immediately lifted his head, flustered. “I do! I just don’t have expe—… you tricked me again!”
“I wasn’t lying. I just can’t believe it.” Fu Yuqian’s gaze was deep, brimming with emotion. “I never imagined someone as wonderful as you would actually agree to be with me.”
Warmth spread through Song Yu’s chest. “As long as you know.”
“I’ll never lie to you again,” Fu Yuqian promised solemnly.
But Song Yu didn’t respond as expected. Instead, he whispered: “No need to be that honest. It’s nice to keep a little mystery — otherwise it’ll get boring. But no going too far with lies either.”
“As you command.” Fu Yuqian understood perfectly, and obeyed without question. In the Fu family, there was only one rule: the wife is always right.
They lay there for a while, the faint fragrance of roses drifting in the air. Song Yu grew drowsy. After all, they’d gone at it in the morning, he had filmed all afternoon, and now again at night — even with his good stamina, his energy was running out. His peach blossom eyes grew hazy, and he longed to just sleep there. But no, they couldn’t risk being exposed. If someone caught them or snapped a photo, it would be a disaster. He couldn’t let his fans be hurt.
So, reluctantly, Song Yu climbed out of Fu Yuqian’s arms. “I’ll head back to my room first.”
Fu Yuqian pretended to be heartbroken. “We’ve already made our relationship official, and we still can’t sleep together? Xiao Yu, when do you plan to go public and give me a proper title?”
Song Yu had already put on his clothes, ready to leave. He thought seriously for a moment, then said: “At forty—no, thirty-five?” Cutting five whole years off — that was already a huge compromise.
Fu Yuqian: “…” He knew it. Song Yu was a heartless cat who only had his fans in his heart, never him.
“When I first entered the industry, because of my mom’s situation, I was always unhappy. It was my fans who kept leaving me messages, encouraging me and supporting me. They really are wonderful, like family.” Song Yu said this and felt it was a little unfair to Fu Yuqian, so he leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips in appeasement. “Okay?”
“What if they all agree to us being together?”
“Then it can be made public.” Song Yu didn’t want Fu Yuqian to feel too wronged.
Fu Yuqian nodded. “I understand.”
Looking at him, Song Yu suddenly thought — for others this might be difficult, but for Fu Yuqian, it might be effortless.
Wouldn’t it end up being the fans who pushed him to make it public?
The two reached a temporary agreement on the matter of going public. After saying goodnight to Fu Yuqian, Song Yu picked up the bouquet of roses that spelled out “love” and got ready to head back to his room. Like a cautious little squirrel, he poked his head out first to scan around, then quickly darted across the hall to the room next door — smooth and swift in one motion.
Back in his room, Song Yu placed the roses on his nightstand, in a spot where he could see them at a glance. Strangely, once he returned to his room, he no longer felt sleepy. So he took out his phone and started a video call with his mom.
Song’s mother had just finished washing up and was lying in bed scrolling on Douyin. When the call connected, she was still smiling. “Xiao Yu, what’s with that video of little Fu? Oh my, it made me laugh so hard.”
“Mom, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Song Yu raised his hand to show her the ring. “Mom, I’m together with Fu Yuqian now.”
Song’s mother wasn’t surprised — she had already guessed as much. “Since you’re together, then love each other well. Be tolerant of each other, discuss things together, alright?”
“I know, Mom.” Song Yu was grateful for her openness. “Mom, I love you.”
“Daddy, I love you too, meow.” Yi Yi seemed to hear Song Yu’s voice and jumped onto the bed, shoving her cat face close to the screen, meowing coquettishly.
Song Yu laughed. “I love you too, Yi Yi. How are things with His Majesty? No fighting?”
“No, meow. His Majesty treats me very well, meow.” Yi Yi swished her tail and meowed toward the floor where His Majesty was. “His Majesty, hurry and greet Daddy. Tell him you miss him.”
Song’s mom didn’t understand Yi Yi’s meows, but she still turned the camera to the big, jet-black cat on the floor. His Majesty looked at Song Yu through the screen with his usual coldness — but Song Yu could still see embarrassment written on that aloof face. Song Yu couldn’t resist teasing him. “Your Majesty, do you miss me?”
Yi Yi instantly translated. His Majesty flicked his tail nervously, and after a while finally let out a deep meow. Yi Yi followed up: “Daddy, His Majesty says he misses you, meow.”
Song Yu was utterly charmed by the two cats. He only regretted that he couldn’t be home to cuddle them while filming.
After chatting with his mom, Song Yu showered, changed into pajamas, and lay in bed. But the room felt strangely empty and cold, lacking the warmth of Fu Yuqian’s room.
He thought to himself: Fu Yuqian really is like a seductive consort who brings ruin to the nation — even his imperial self-control was crumbling.
When he opened his phone to scroll through Weibo on his alt account, he saw Fu Yuqian’s post from five minutes ago: Good night, my little cat.
The attached picture showed Fu Yuqian kissing Yi Yi on the head while the little cat seemed to be asleep, pink mouth slightly open, looking especially cute. The warm composition of the photo could melt anyone’s heart.
But Song Yu recognized it instantly. That “Yi Yi” in the picture was actually him. He just didn’t know when Fu Yuqian had taken it — he had no impression at all.
On the surface, Song Yu kept a calm expression, but inside his heart was sweet as honey. Trust Fu Yuqian to find such a way to flaunt their love.
Although it had only been five minutes, the comments already exceeded ten thousand, with hot replies showing up. Song Yu scrolled through a few.
【Good night, hubby! For you, I’d be willing to be a little kitty, meow meow meow, isn’t that cute~ o( =∩ω∩= )m】
【Bet none of you knew, but actually I am that cat! I’m in hubby’s arms right now. Shoo, all you little fairies, leave us alone!】
But aside from these kinds of comments, some sharp-eyed fans had noticed something unusual.
【I’ve read this Weibo several times, and something just feels off. Why would gege use such a gentle tone? Is he in love?】
【I think so too. But gege’s crush on Song Yu is obvious to everyone. Just feel bad for Yi Yi, being used as a prop cat. If you’re bold, gege, just post a picture of Song Yu directly.】
Song Yu clicked into that comment thread. Most of the replies agreed — openly saying Fu Yuqian’s intentions toward Song Yu were as obvious as the sun. No one objected or said anything malicious, which let Song Yu feel relieved. As long as they could accept it, everything would be fine.
Maybe they really could come out earlier than planned.
After reading, Song Yu went into the Pisces (Fu Yuqian × Song Yu) super-topic. It was lively, the posts refreshing at lightning speed. He found a post with a photoshopped version of Fu Yuqian’s Weibo screenshot — Yi Yi’s picture had been replaced with his own. The editing was so seamless it looked real. Fans in the thread were screaming about how sweet it was. Song Yu couldn’t help wanting to scream along with them.
After double-checking that he was on his alt account, he secretly reposted it.
Song Yu the Handsomest in the World: Pisces is real.
Then, like a guilty thief, he hurriedly turned off his phone, exhaling lightly, face flushed.
At the same time, another anonymous side account called “Xiao Yu the Cutest in the World” also reposted the same Weibo.
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