Chapter 43: CH 31

Chapter 31… Are You My Boyfriend?

In fact, Song Huai didn’t really think that he would hear something like this from Lu Mian. He clasped his fingers and asked shyly: “Then why are you here to pick me up?” As soon as he spoke those words, they both went silent.

When Song Huai and Lu Mian’s sights met, it was as if they experienced an electric shock. The two involuntarily glanced at their faces.

There was an ambiguous silence present.

Only the secretary stroked the screen blankly and continued to say something shocking: “Admiral, tomorrow, the temperature of Sesterven will be 10 to 16 degrees Celsius during the day, and the temperature will be three to six degrees Celsius at night, and the southerly wind will be level 3 to 4. ”

Song Huai cast Allen a suspicious look.

The secretary said: “Oh, since the day the madam went to Sesterven, the admiral asked me to record the weather of Sesterven every day. You see, these are the screenshots that I send to the admiral every day.”

Song Huai took the communicator in his hand and swiped it a few times. There were eleven screenshots of the regional weather of Sesterven.

Lu Mian coughed twice, and cast a cold look at the secretary, and motioned him to shut up with his eyes.

The secretary flinched like a quail and then closed his mouth.

Song Huai’s small faces flushed, and a pair of apricot eyes looked at Lu Mian continuously. But when Lu Mian looked over, he was embarrassed again.

Song Huai buried his blushing face in the little rabbit Lu Mian had prepared for him.

·

It was almost early morning after returning from the Sesterven Star and back to the villa of Capital Star.

The secretary sent Song Huai’s luggage to the room and left.

He was noticeably very sleepy. But because of the sudden excitement, Song Huai tossed on the bed and couldn’t fall asleep.

His little heart kept beating wildly.

Lu Mian gave him a little rabbit, secretly checked the weather, and found a reason to pick him up. Does Lu Mian like him?

That’s what he meant!

Song Huai rolled around on the bed like being injected with chicken blood, kicking his feet from time to time. If it weren’t for being afraid of being noisy, he could have a high-pitched groundhog screaming now.

On the other side, the admiral who returned to the room waited patiently in the room.

Despite the clock was almost pointing to early morning, there was still no movement at the door of his room.

Song Huaigang came back from the training camp, so he should be asleep now.

Lu Mian endured it, but in the end, he couldn’t hold it back.

He walked out of the room door, just in time to hear a “boom” from Song Huai’s room.

It was like the sound of something falling to the ground.

Lu Mian slapped the door: “Song Huai?”

Hearing the movement outside the door, Song Huai, who had just rolled his head and fell off the bed because of excitement, slipped and climbed up from the ground.

When he saw the child appearing in front of him wearing the familiar rabbit pajamas, Lu Mian’s momentum that just shot the door suddenly weakened by half.

His gaze flicked across Song Huai’s slightly wide collar, and a piece of white skin that was exposed near the collar. On top of the delicate and beautiful collarbone, there was a thin, snow-white neck.

Lu Mian’s eyes kept wandering, and finally, his eyes fell on Song Huai’s bare feet.

Seeing the other party’s bare feet, Lu Mian’s eyebrows twisted unconsciously.

When Song Huai saw Lu Mian looking at his foot, his toes couldn’t help but shrink. He stepped on the other foot with one foot, trying to hide his foot.

Why does Lu Mian look at him with that look? Does he like his feet so much?

Song Huai said with a huff: “What’s the matter?”

Lu Mian’s thoughts were pulled back. He looked at the top of the opponent’s soft hair as if his heart was lightly scratched by a feather.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mian said: “If you have nothing to do, rest early.”

Is it just like that?

Song Huai felt a little lost in his heart.

Just as Lu Mian was about to leave, his wrist was suddenly pulled.

Lu Mian turned his head and saw the child with his head down. From this angle, he could see the scenery inside the collar of the other party and Song Huai’s small soft pink earlobes.

Song Huai cautiously grasped Lu Mi’s wrist, raised his face, and said seriously: “I suddenly remembered an important thing.”

Song Huai’s fingers have the slenderness of a young man. Because they were well-maintained, they didn’t have cocoons and were unusually soft.

He gently grasped Lu Mian’s wrist, and his body temperature was transmitted through the pads of his fingers.

Lu Mian’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down almost invisibly. He looked down at Song Huai’s movement of holding his hand. His eyes hidden by his long eyelashes were deep and heavy.

“What’s the matter?” Lu Mian said, his voice was three-thirds dumber than before. When his voice came out, he himself was taken aback.

Song Huai heard his voice, flushing visibly on his cheeks.

He pursed his lips and said in a nearly coquettish tone: “You haven’t kissed me yet. You owe it before, you have to kiss me twelve times.”

It seemed that after a long time, Lu Mian said with difficulty: “Twelve…times…?”

Lu Mian raised his eyes suddenly, and Song Huai slammed into his dark and bottomless pupils. At that moment, Song Huai actually felt danger.

But he didn’t back up, still raised his face, and said confidently: “Yes, you owe me twelve goodnight kisses!”

Lu Mian looked at him with a deep gaze, “Are you…sure?”

Lu Mian said. Although he was a bit fierce before, Song Huai has never seen him with such a look.

Song Huai said suddenly: “Dang, of course.”

The strings in his mind suddenly broke.

Song Huai’s waist was suddenly pulled, and the next second, the smell of camphor after the rain assaulted his senses.

When Song Huai came back to his senses, he and Lu Mian’s bodies were already close to each other.

Lu Mian clasped his waist with one hand and pinched the back of his neck with the other. His slender fingers with some thin calluses gently rubbed the skin of Song Huai’s naked neck, as if he was comforting the prey in his hand.

The child had just taken a bath, and he carried the unique milky scent of milk shower gel, which was as mellow and attractive as him.

Lu Mian stared at Song Huai deeply. And when he met the opponent’s innocent eyes, Lu Mian suddenly figured out something.

He obeyed his heart and lowered his head. The kiss fell slowly from the forehead, nose, and cheek.

Finally, there are the slightly opened lips.

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They were too close to each other, and he could even feel the gentle breath of the child.

Lu Mian’s eyes darkened and with his lips, he grabbed Song Huai’s soft lips.

The first time was just a taste.

At the moment of separation, Song Huai’s face completely blushed.

He covered his hot face and looked at Lu Mian stupidly.

With an expression of “what are you doing?”

Lu Mian thought that the child was unwilling, and his mind sank.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai just squinted twice. He then leaned his face forward with his eyes closed, waiting silently in anticipation.

Song Huai waited for a while without being kissed and opened his eyes again.

Looking at each other, Lu Mian still looked at him with a straight face.

Song Huai pouted unhappily.

Lu Mian looked at him with such a silly and cute appearance, and he showed a rare smile that could be said to be happy.

It was the first time Song Huai saw Lu Mian smile like this, and his eyes were dazzled by the beauty for a while.

Until Lu Mian’s kiss fell again.

This time the kiss paused for two seconds. When they parted, Song Huai was still like a kitten, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips intently.

The bottom of Lu Mian’s eyes sank quickly, and when he could hardly let go of Song Huai. He grabbed the back of the person’s head and kissed him.

·

In the car the next day, Song Huai greeted the secretary cheerfully as usual.

“Allen, good morning!”

“Madam, good morning.” The secretary noticed from the rearview mirror in the car. After getting in the car, Song Huai and Lu Mian were sitting on two sides, and the distance between the two was even bigger compared to before and the atmosphere was stiffer. Song Huai didn’t care, even Lu Mian almost leaned against the car door.

Song Huai looked at Lu Mian timidly. When Lu Mian glanced over, the former held his fingers together and said timidly: “Morning, good morning.”

Lu Mian’s face seemed ordinary, and his tone was flat “Yeah.”

It was a small reply. But the secretary who had been with Lu Mian for many years still quickly smelled an unusual breath.

When Lu Mian turned his face to look out the window, the secretary blinked several times and confirmed through the car mirror that his immediate boss, who is known for his ruthlessness, was just shy.

The secretary turned his gaze to Song Huai, who was biting his lip and smirking secretly.

No one in the car spoke for a while, and Song Huai tugged at the corner of his clothes, thinking about last night.

Lu Mian kissed his lips eight times, and each time was longer than the previous one. Once in the middle, Song Huai dared to stretch out the tip of his tongue and gently licked the other’s lips.

At that time, it shouldn’t be Song Huai’s illusion. He felt that the fingers that Lu Mian pressed against his neck had tightened.

Finally.

Song Huai smiled from ear to ear, but he still tried to suppress his smug emotions. After the kiss, he held Lu Mian’s waist and refused to let go.

He raised his head, opened a pair of innocent apricot eyes, and asked him ignorantly: “You, you, you kissed me this way, what is our relationship?”

When Lu Mian’s apple was about to move slightly, Song Huai stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

The palms pressed tightly to the other person’s lips.

Lu Mian’s lips were different from the cold personality he showed to the outside world, soft and warm.

Song Huai had just experienced this touch personally.

Song Huai wondered for a while.

Then it occurred to him that an old man like Lu Mian could not say anything interesting, so it was better to let him take the initiative.

Song Huai pursed his lips, holding back a sweet smile, and asked innocently: “Are you my boyfriend?” The word boyfriend is like water suddenly added to a hot oil pan, and it burst instantly in Lu Mian’s mind.

Lu Mian was stunned.

And Song Huai himself was buried in Lu Mian’s arms with shame because of these words. He was like a clingy puppy, rubbing his head against Lu Mian’s chest.

Song Huai felt that if this continued, he might be burned to death by the heat on his face.

Shame and expectation burst out.

About a few seconds later, Song Huai heard a voice above his head: “Yeah.”

Song Huai recalled the scene last night, and his heart still speeded up uncontrollably.

Lu Mian is not only his fiance.

Now he is his boyfriend.

Thinking of this, Song Huai took a peek at Lu Mian, who was reading the newspaper seriously. Then, Song Huai’s ass moved in the direction of Lu Mian like a snail climbing a tree. The admiral who was reading the newspaper paid attention to Song Huai’s movements and his back froze.

Song Huai moved slowly to Lu Mian’s side, a few inches apart. Both of their legs were about to stick together.

Song Huai glanced around pretending to be nonchalant, and then quietly stretched out his right hand and put it on the seat.

Lu Mian is his boyfriend. Does he understand it?

After waiting for a few seconds, Lu Mian hadn’t moved yet.

Song Huai couldn’t help it anymore.

He turned his face and looked at Lu Mian angrily.

The latter collected his small movements one by one, and when he saw Song Huai’s pouting little mouth, he didn’t know what he thought of.

Lu Mian’s eyes darkened.

Suddenly, Lu Mian said, “Concentrate on driving.”

Mr. Secretary, who was found to be distracted and peeping while driving, was shocked, and immediately did not dare to take a peek.

In the next second, Song Huai felt that his hand was being held.

And the man holding his hand, with his long legs folded, was looking at the newspaper placed on his long legs seriously.

Lu Mian’s cold and solemn appearance was too deceptive. If in the past, seeing Lu Mian frowning and reading the newspaper, Song Huai would have thought he would be unwilling to lead himself.

If the other party didn’t kiss him like that last night, if the other party didn’t admit that he was his boyfriend last night, if the newspaper on Lu Mian’s lap hadn’t been reversed.

Song Huai licked the little canine tooth in his mouth, and thought to himself: Why didn’t he noticed before, Lu Mian was so cute.

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