AS CH 31

Chapter 31

The next morning, the two woke up early. Still half-asleep and groggy, their memories gradually replayed the events of the previous night. The moment their eyes met, both of them instantly turned bright red in perfect unison.

Lü Chenyue immediately yanked the blanket over his face, curling himself into a ball. He really didn’t dare look at Xu Wenhao at all.

A faint blush brushed across Xu Wenhao’s handsome face. He scratched his head, wanting to pull the blanket away from Chenyue.

“Thank you for helping me pack my luggage.” …No—that wasn’t what he actually wanted to say.

But Chenyue stubbornly held onto the blanket, refusing to let Wenhao lift it. He simply shook his head under the covers as a response.

“Come on, lift it a little. If you keep hiding in there, you’re going to run out of air.” After speaking, Wenhao reached out again, trying to pull the blanket down.

Chenyue tugged it back up, hiding half his face. His bright black eyes peeked out, unsure where exactly he should be looking when faced with Wenhao.

It wasn’t like he had never been intimate with a man before… But this time was different—This time, it was with someone he actually liked. No wonder he felt so unbelievably shy.

Wenhao wasn’t doing much better himself. After a full minute of silence, he finally asked in a low, cautious voice:

“…Does it hurt?”

He knew that he had lost control for a moment last night, and he must have hurt Chenyue.

Chenyue, still hiding behind half the blanket, shook his head.

Taking advantage of a moment when Chenyue wasn’t guarding the edge, Wenhao swiftly lifted the blanket and pulled Chenyu into his arms, one hand holding him firmly by the waist.

Chenyue, already embarrassed beyond belief, didn’t even know what he should be saying anymore.

“Sorry… I lost control the first time.” Xu Wenhao said softly, his tone full of apology.

“I… It was also my first time with you…” Lü Chenyue couldn’t finish the sentence, his face burning.

“But I didn’t expect it to feel… that good.” Wenhao gently squeezed Chenyue’s waist.

Chenyue also wanted to say that being intimate with Wenhao felt wonderful too, but he was far too embarrassed to say it aloud.

Seeing Chenyue remain silent only made Wenhao more anxious.

“Does it really hurt?” he asked nervously.

Nestled in Wenhao’s arms, Chenyue shook his head.

“Don’t stay quiet like that, I… I…” Trying desperately to cheer him up, Wenhao suddenly remembered something. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small paper pouch, handing it to Chenyue. “Open it.”

Of course Chenyue recognized the pouch. Stunned, he carefully opened it. Inside was a transparent wrapper containing a dark navy bracelet, woven with fine silkwax threads.

“You don’t like it?” Wenhao panicked, his face full of worry. “Is it the color? The style? But it’s too late to change it—we’re going home today. How about next time I take you to pick whatever color and design you like, okay?”

How strange…

Yesterday, Wenhao had clearly seen Chenyue staring at this bracelet for a long time. He thought Chenyue really liked it—so he bought it especially for him.

Chenyue shook his head, then reached into his own bag and took out an identical small paper pouch. He handed it to Wenhao.

Wenhao looked confused as he opened it—only to discover a bracelet inside, exactly the same as the one he had just given Chenyue.

“So… you bought it to give to me?” Wenhao already knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear Chenyue say it himself. Chenyue avoided eye contact again, too shy to speak.

“Then what do we do with the extra one?” Wenhao deliberately teased, lifting the bracelet as if he were about to toss it into the trash.

Lü Chenyue gently nodded against Xu Wenhao’s shoulder, shyly taking in the warmth of his body… and that familiar scent that belonged only to him—only to Xu Wenhao.

Once the lingering heat between them finally settled, Wenhao eased back a little, lifting the bracelet and placing it carefully on Chenyue’s right wrist. Chenyue then helped him put the matching one on Wenhao’s left wrist.

“We should probably get up and pack our things,” Wenhao reminded softly, leaning in to give Chenyue a habitual kiss on his left eye and forehead.

Chenyue nodded.

Ten minutes later, the two walked out of the bathroom. Wenhao gave the room one more look, making sure they hadn’t left anything behind, before taking Chenyue’s hand and leading him toward the door.

(To be continued…)