Since getting in the car just now, he had been snuggling all over him, and now he was even more focused on his chest, saying cute and flirty things that made anyone’s blood boil.
President Huo really couldn’t express the “pettiness” deep inside him.
Fine, let the little angel think that he’s selfless and generous, and indeed not angry.
“Sit properly and fasten your seatbelt, I’m about to drive,” he said, loosening his expression a bit.
An Wuyang: “Can you give me a smile? You look so stern.” It made people feel uneasy.
Huo Yunchuan was annoyed, but the little angel’s earlier comment, “Let’s go home and roll in bed,” made all grievances vanish: “Mm.” He managed to curl his lips slightly.
“So handsome,” An Wuyang, the exaggerated one, praised while hanging onto his husband’s neck.
His bright eyes were filled with stars and oceans.
President Huo’s fake smile finally turned into a genuine one as he gave up resisting and grabbed the back of the boy’s head, kissing him dominantly. “Flirting with me, huh?”
Then be ready to skip class tomorrow.
“It’s not…mm…”
The little lamb curled up in the big boss’s arms, weakly whimpering, sounding extremely pitiful.
The man, who was deeply interested in him, was already so teased that he was overjoyed, breathing heavily.
After all, for the past half month, the other party had been in military training, and no matter how beastly Huo Yunchuan was, he couldn’t lay a hand on the boy who was exhausted from military training.
God knows how he managed to stay abstinent for half a month…
After taking a little interest, the man released his little lamb, wiped the marks on his own lips with his thumb, and said, “If you still have the strength, fasten your seatbelt yourself.”
The boy, who was weak and limp, made him very satisfied.
“Oh…” An Wuyang was disoriented, oxygen-deprived, and his eyes were dazed. This was his husband’s favorite state; as long as he acted a bit exaggerated, the other party’s adrenaline would definitely spike…
Seeing this, Mr. Huo directly reached out and helped him fasten the seatbelt.
Then he happily drove home.
When he was alone, he always drove very fast, not caring about safety at all.
Now, with the little angel by his side, Huo Yunchuan drove very steadily.
After getting home, An Wuyang ran into the bathroom, washing his hair, taking a shower, and brushing his teeth, very carefully removing any scents from himself, making himself smell nice before coming out.
Huo Yunchuan had already washed up in the public bathroom and was sitting on the bed waiting. When he saw An Wuyang, he beckoned with his finger.
It wasn’t An Wuyang telling lies against his conscience, but honestly, his man was really handsome…
Not the kind of handsome that’s like a pretty boy, but the kind full of masculinity, oozing with hormones.
Before Dundun was born, An Wuyang didn’t really feel the heart-fluttering excitement in front of Huo Yunchuan. Now… he does.
“Come here.”
“…” An Wuyang walked over and sat on his lap.
His face was flushed, and his eyes were slightly flickering.
“Tell me, how long has it been since I last touched you?” Huo Yunchuan asked, pinching his chin.
“Uh…” An Wuyang roughly calculated in his mind, feeling a bit panicked.
“Half a month.” Mr. Huo’s long fingers swayed side to side, forcing An Wuyang’s face to move with his rhythm, giving off a mischievous vibe.
The little angel was about to cry.
His husband had strong needs; enduring half a month could be life-threatening…
“Be gentle with me…” An Wuyang bit his lip, stubbornly yet pitifully grabbing Huo Yunchuan’s arm, looking like he was obediently waiting to be ravaged.
Huo Yunchuan’s heart softened; he couldn’t bear to see this cherished boy cry.
“Of course I’ll be gentle with you…” he said in a low voice, then flipped over, enveloping the boy in his embrace…
An intense night followed.
After the pleasure, the boy was as limp as a puddle of mud, inevitably shedding a few physiological tears during the process, wetting his peach-colored eyes.
The man’s sharp lips brushed against the slightly salty traces, full of tenderness.
However, his expression was mostly one of satisfaction, looking completely relaxed.
An Wuyang dared to bet that if he suggested going again, the other party would certainly agree without hesitation.
But he wouldn’t do something so suicidal.
Too tired to move, An Wuyang leaned his head against Huo Yunchuan’s strong arm, eyes closed, trying to process the sensations his partner had given him.
From body to heart, it needed time to calm down.
Huo Yunchuan knew he was exhausted, so he didn’t disturb him, only gently stroking his hair with his fingers.
Under this hypnotic caress, An Wuyang soon fell asleep.
The next day, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains.
“What time is it?” An Wuyang opened his eyes and habitually searched for his phone but couldn’t find it.
“It’s still early, no rush.” Huo Yunchuan seemed to have been awake for a while, just not opening his eyes. “Sleep a bit more.” He pressed An Wuyang’s head back into his chest, a gesture full of protection.
An Wuyang moved a bit, feeling sore all over. Getting up right now seemed too much, so he indulged himself by leaning against Huo Yunchuan, catching up on some much-needed rest.
As for school… he’ll take it as it comes!
Huo squinted at him. He fell asleep immediately, soon snoring lightly—so obedient…
When An Wuyang woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky, and he had long missed the chance to go to school.
The ‘parent’ informed him that he had already excused his absence: “Stay home and play with Dundun, go to school tomorrow.”
Although Huo Yunchuan didn’t say it, he didn’t really think the school curriculum was that important.
In his eyes, An Wuyang going to school was just to hang out with peers.
As for learning, it was more useful to teach him at home.
Aunt Zhang laid a mat on the floor, letting almost six-month-old Dundun and his little dad play on it.
“Not going to school today?” she asked.
Holding some edamame, she started shelling them.
“Uh… yeah.” An Wuyang answered, facing Dundun with a flickering gaze.
Aunt Zhang thought he was on break, but it was strange since it wasn’t Sunday: “How many days off?”
An Wuyang mumbled: “Just one day.”
Aunt Zhang looked at his neck, noticing the red and purple marks—obviously, Mr. Huo had been intimate with this kid last night…
Understanding, Aunt Zhang didn’t ask further.
“I’ll make you some nourishing soup tonight.” After the days of military training, the meat he had managed to gain back on his cheeks was gone again.
“Thanks, Aunt Zhang.” An Wuyang lay on the mat, touching his neck, then quickly got up and went to the bedroom’s bathroom.
When he came out again, he was wearing a shirt with a higher collar.
At lunch, the little family ate together. Dundun sat on Mr. Huo’s lap, babbling and particularly liking to grab his dad’s chopsticks.
Huo Yunchuan had to turn his head to avoid the lively little one while eating.
“He’s so troublesome; you should put him in the crib.” An Wuyang said, putting down his chopsticks and lifting his son to place him in the crib next door.
“Yah! Ahh…” Dundun got angry.
“Oh, so you’re throwing a tantrum? Can’t stay by yourself and just like causing trouble.” An Wuyang tapped Dundun’s little nose and said, “Be good and play by yourself for a bit, Daddy will play with you after eating.”
Thinking he had soothed Dundun, he turned to walk back to the table.
“Waah, waaah…” Before he took a few steps, Dundun started crying.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at the boy with a dark face and quickly, before Aunt Zhang could get up, picked up his son and bounced him, saying, “It’s okay, you eat your meal, I’ll take care of him.”
Then he walked around the room, looking content.
An Wuyang sat back at the table and ate quickly to take over for Dundun.
Hearing the little rascal stop crying soon after, Aunt Zhang smiled, “That child really loves his dad.” Always has, recognizing people even as a newborn.
“He loves me too.” An Wuyang said, quickly finishing his food to take his son.
“Is that how you eat?” Huo Yunchuan, seemingly with eyes in the back of his head, frowned and instructed, “Go back and eat a few more bites of vegetables.”
Already a father, the boy was being treated like a child: “Okay…”
Under Aunt Zhang’s loving gaze, he reluctantly ate a few more bites of vegetables, thinking how frustrating being a dad could be.
The break lasted just one day.
The next day was Friday, and An Wuyang went to school with his backpack.
Today, he finally didn’t have to wear camouflage. Instead, he wore a simple summer outfit, recently bought by the older man—who, speaking of, loved buying him things.
Watches, shoes.
Backpacks, he bought several, but An Wuyang preferred carrying the one he used in high school.
He still remembered the first day Wen Ling saw him and couldn’t quite understand his style.
Expensive items that were ridiculously expensive, and cheap ones that were dirt cheap.
Today was no different. He wore the latest season’s outfit from a certain brand, but carried an old bag worth a hundred or so, casually walking into the classroom as if he hadn’t fully woken up.
“Hey…” An Wuyang greeted his desk mates and the guys in the back as if nothing was amiss.
“You’re here?” Xu Yuanhang looked him over, concerned. “Why did you take a day off yesterday?” He wondered if An Wuyang had gotten a beating.
But then again, it seemed unlikely. An’s significant other clearly looked like a considerate and caring person.
“Nothing much, just overslept.” An Wuyang sat down and took out two yogurt drinks from his bag. “Here, for you guys.”
Wen Ling uninterestedly pushed it back. “Not hungry.”
It took a moment for the oblivious An Wuyang to notice that his desk mate seemed uncomfortable. “Wen Ling?” His trademark smile was gone. “Heartbroken?” he teased mischievously.
Wen Ling didn’t answer.
“Pfft.” Yuanhang chuckled, explaining the situation to An Wuyang. “He got asked downstairs by a girl last night and lost his first kiss all confusedly!”
“Don’t exaggerate, it was just a kiss on the cheek…” Wen Ling corrected with a forced smile, trying to act indifferent.
However, seeing the astonished look on the little lamb’s face put him in an especially bad mood.
To be honest, if it hadn’t been for the inexplicable provocation the night before, he wouldn’t have made such a foolish decision to go downstairs to meet a girl.
“Poor thing, have a yogurt to calm your nerves.” An Wuyang pushed the red date-flavored yogurt back, looking so serious that it was hard to tell if he was joking or not.
Author’s Note:
Wen Ling: I thought this was a high school first love story, but you’re telling me… this is a dramatic, rich family, surrogate child story. I…
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