The two of them played wildly for half the day, and by the time they got back, it was already evening.
As soon as the car stopped, Su Yu bounced out and opened the door for Qin Shou.
“Handsome sir, this way please.”
Qin Shou smiled slightly, placing his hand in Su Yu’s, letting the youth lead him forward.
Su Yu happily led him home, hand in hand.
On the ride back, he’d already made up his mind: when dealing with a shameless person like Qin Shou, he had to be even more shameless.
Otherwise, the moment he got shy, he’d be eaten alive.
He’d already confessed—let’s see who can outplay who.
Who isn’t an old hand at this, anyway?
But the atmosphere at home was clearly not as cheerful as Su Yu’s mood.
The moment they stepped inside, a familiar and grating voice rang out.
“Sis-in-law, you must come to my brother’s wedding.”
Su Yu cursed inwardly, still holding Qin Shou’s hand, and tried to head upstairs from the other side.
“I’m already divorced from your brother. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for you to keep calling me ‘sis-in-law’ all the time?”
Su Wanwan giggled, “Even if you’re divorced from my brother, there’s still Su Yu, right? We’re all family—blood’s thicker than water.”
As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.
Su Wanwan turned her head and, just in time, saw the two of them about to go upstairs.
She cried out in surprise, “Qin Shou?!”
Qin Shou turned, looking down at the stunned Su Wanwan, his gaze indifferent.
“Aunt Su, is there something you need?”
Su Yu exchanged a look with Qin Shou, and rewarded him by scratching his palm.
Su Wanwan’s face flushed red, then turned pale.
In the end, she bit her lip and ignored the way Qin Shou addressed her, instead smiling sweetly, “A-Shou, what are you doing here?”
“A-Shou and our Su Yu are good friends,” Luo Xiaoman smiled, motioning at Su Wanwan to look at their clasped hands.
Su Wanwan had been too shocked to notice before, but now that Luo Xiaoman pointed it out, she looked at their tightly held hands.
Her face immediately went ashen, staring at Qin Shou in disbelief.
“You, you two…”
“Just as you see.”
Qin Shou stood on the stairs, looking down at her, chin raised with disdain, then turned his face to greet Luo Xiaoman.
“Auntie, you and Aunt Su go ahead and talk. I’m going upstairs with Xiao Yu.”
Luo Xiaoman, delighted by the dramatic changes on Su Wanwan’s face, happily responded and motioned for Su Wanwan to sit.
“Wanwan, what’s wrong?”
Su Wanwan sat back down, looking utterly lost, the shocking news leaving her dazed.
“Huh? What did you just say?”
Luo Xiaoman sneered inwardly, letting a bit of it show on her face as she glanced sidelong at Su Wanwan.
“I just heard A-Shou call you ‘Aunt’. There’s quite an age gap between you two, isn’t there?”
Su Wanwan’s emotions were already a mess, and hearing Luo Xiaoman’s subtle jabs, she finally lost her temper.
“Luo Xiaoman, what’s your problem?”
“Nothing, just reminding you to be mindful of your place.”
Luo Xiaoman’s face cooled.
“You’re a grown woman—don’t act like you’ve lost your soul over a younger generation. Aren’t you afraid people will laugh at you?”
Su Wanwan was so angry she trembled, pointing at Luo Xiaoman, but after shaking for a while, she couldn’t get out a single harsh word.
After all, Luo Xiaoman was no longer the Su family’s daughter-in-law, and this wasn’t her turf.
She grabbed her bag from the sofa and stormed out.
“Tsk tsk,” Luo Xiaoman blew on her freshly done nails, relishing the drama.
“Such a grown woman, still thinks she’s a little girl.”
***
Su Yu led Qin Shou back to his own room, closed the door, and pressed his ear to it to listen to the commotion outside.
He clicked his tongue and sighed to Qin Shou, “Other people’s families are so fierce—no wonder she’s spoiled.”
Qin Shou walked around the room once, then sat down by the bed, indulgently watching Su Yu, who was bent over by the door, muttering to himself.
“Xiao Yu? Come here.”
Su Yu dragged his feet over, standing in front of the man.
“What do you want?”
Qin Shou spread his arms and pulled him in.
Su Yu was standing, and he was sitting, so his head fit perfectly against Su Yu’s stomach.
His belly was still soft—Qin Shou rubbed his face against it, sounding muffled.
“Thank you.”
Thank you for being willing to introduce me to your family.
Su Yu awkwardly patted the head at his waist.
“It’s nothing. My family’s known for a long time that I don’t like girls.”
“I’m really happy,” Qin Shou looked up, his eyes full of starlight.
“Really happy.”
Affected by his emotion, Su Yu couldn’t help but smile as well.
The two of them quietly hugged for a while, basking in the pink atmosphere of young love.
Qin Shou wrapped his arms around the youth’s waist, face pressed against him.
After a while, he couldn’t help but slide down a little, rubbing against him again.
Ahem, getting close to an indescribable area.
Still immersed in the tender mood, Su Yu suddenly realized, with great embarrassment, that he was hard.
He awkwardly tried to move away, attempting to cover it up.
But with Qin Shou’s prior intentions, there was no way he’d let Su Yu off so easily.
Pretending not to notice, he brushed against the bulge and asked innocently, “What’s wrong?”
This guy is definitely doing it on purpose.
Su Yu really didn’t want to talk to such a beast, but just because he kept quiet didn’t mean the beast would let him go.
Qin Shou glanced down at the bulge, a knowing smile appearing.
“Want me to help you with that?”
Su Yu’s face turned bright red, grabbing the man’s arm tightly—half wanting to stop him, half unable to resist.
He couldn’t help but gasp, mouth open.
The unfamiliar touch was both fresh and exciting—far more intense than when he did it himself.
His pale skin flushed with red, the color spreading down his slender neck all the way to his collar.
Qin Shou’s eyes darkened, staring at that vulnerable throat, itching to bite it.
His hand sped up.
Qin Shou leaned in, and when Su Yu’s head tilted back, exposing his Adam’s apple, Qin Shou bit down lightly, then, unsatisfied, licked it over and over again.
Su Yu’s eyes widened, his mind going blank.
The sudden sensation made him tremble, and soon enough, he finished in Qin Shou’s hand.
Afterwards, Su Yu collapsed onto the bed, weak and dazed, still not quite recovered.
“Baby, does it feel good?”
Qin Shou stole a kiss from his lips, then opened his palm in front of Su Yu.
“See? All yours.”
Su Yu’s face burned.
He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, intending to wipe it clean.
Qin Shou tilted his head, grinned, and before Su Yu could, quickly pulled his hand back and licked it.
Damn!
Pervert!
“It’s a little salty.”
Qin Shou smacked his lips, giving Su Yu a meaningful look and laughing.
Su Yu’s head nearly started steaming, and he snatched the man’s hand to wipe it clean with tissues.
“You really are… just… utterly shameless.”
Letting Su Yu wipe his hand over and over, Qin Shou stubbornly asked, “Did it feel good?”
Su Yu’s face was cold.
There’s just no communicating with a pervert.
Qin Shou’s eyes sparkled as he looked at him.
Finally, Su Yu turned his face away, muttering in a small voice, “It felt good.”
Satisfied now?
Pervert!
Qin Shou smiled contentedly, his deep laughter vibrating in Su Yu’s ear.
Su Yu’s face was still red, though he had to admit it actually felt pretty good.
Hmph!
The two of them continued to cling to each other in the room.
Su Yu glanced at a certain someone’s very obvious bulge and smirked, “Want me to help you?”
Taking the opportunity to plant a kiss on Su Yu’s pale cheek, Qin Shou glanced at his own “good brother” and said with pride,
“No need. We still have to go downstairs soon. This… isn’t something that can be solved quickly.”
Look at you, all full of yourself.
***
After sending off the troublemaker, Luo Xiaoman, feeling quite pleased, went upstairs to call her son.
They’d held hands right in front of her—she deserved an explanation.
“Knock. Knock knock. Knock knock knock.”
Hearing the familiar rhythm, Su Yu spread his hands, meaningfully glancing at Qin Shou’s lower half, then dashed over to open the door for Mother.
He cracked the door open and poked out half his body.
“Mom?”
“Dinner’s ready.”
She leaned in and whispered, “What’s going on here?”
“We’ll be right down.”
Then, lowering his voice, he added, “It’s just what you saw, okay? Don’t ask too much and scare him off later.”
“Alright, I know what I’m doing. You two hurry up.”
“Okay.”
Su Yu made a face and quickly shut the door.
“What’s up?”
“She’s calling us for dinner.”
“Aren’t you going to take care of—”
Su Yu stared in shock at Qin Shou’s now-deflated pants, eyes filled with concern.
“You finished that fast, huh? Hahaha!”
Qin Shou’s face instantly darkened.
He yanked Su Yu over and gritted out, “Next time, I’ll show you just how fast I really am.”
Su Yu just kept laughing.