Chapter 99

Chapter 99

When Jiang Nian opened the door and entered, the buzzing sound of an electric razor came from the bathroom.

Cheng Jing was shaving at the sink when he heard the noise. Stepping out, he saw the person he had been missing day and night, and his heart leapt in his chest.

"Nian Nian."

"Jing-ge, welcome home!"

Jiang Nian's eyes brightened with excitement, and he bridged the gap in a heartbeat, crushing him in a hug after too many days apart.

Though he trusted the team's capabilities, he couldn't help but worry whenever his loved ones were away on missions.

Cheng Jing clicked the razor off for the moment and kissed his forehead affectionately.

"Mmm, sorry for making you worry. Everything went smoothly."

No matter how detailed or thoughtful texts and calls were, nothing compared to the reassurance of holding the real person in his arms. Caring and being cared for were what kept him going.

"..."

After a moment of locking eyes, Jiang Nian took the razor from Cheng Jing's hand.

"Jing-ge, let me help you..."

His Jing-ge hadn't changed at all—always mindful of the fact that he was shallow about appearances. Unless he was literally dying, Cheng Jing would always maintain his Prince Charming act in front of him.

In truth, Jiang Nian thought Jing-ge would still be ridiculously handsome even if he were a mess. He could have just come straight to him after the mission, and they could have gone home together. He could have helped him give him a shave, scrub his back, trim his hair...

Cheng Jing studied his face intently.

"Why did you come back so suddenly? I was just about to freshen up and meet you."

The feeling of being remembered by his person was wonderful. His Nian Nian always put him first—his doting had paid off.

"Uh..."

Jiang Nian's ears went pink instantly.

"I... uh-hem... Xiao Hui made me come back..."

"Oh? Hah—" Cheng Jing grinned, unable to help but laugh at his flustered expression.

"...What's so funny?"

Feigning nonchalance, Jiang Nian finished shaving him, turned off the razor, and went to set it aside.

Cheng Jing felt his smooth jaw.

"Nian Nian, you've changed. What happened to my shy Nian?"

"Huh?"

Jiang Nian blinked.

"When did that happen? I didn't notice."

Cheng Jing teased him casually:

"Before, you would’ve definitely said something like, ‘Of course I came back because I missed you’..."

This brat’s gotten all shy after just a few days apart.

"..."

Jiang Nian was left speechless, shooting him an annoyed glare before turning toward the living room. So now he’s getting flak for not laying on the charm?

When he’s shamelessly flirtatious, Cheng Jing calls him out for being shameless, but when he’s reserved, he’s accused of not being passionate enough. Ugh, men!

Cheng Jing caught up and wrapped his arms around him from behind:

"You only came back because Xiao Hui told you to? If she hadn’t, would you really not have considered it? Seriously, you didn’t miss me?"

Even though he used to be the same way, he still wanted Jiang Nian to care about him anytime, anywhere—in any way possible, without holding back.

So what if he’s a childish, hopeless romantic? No one else knew, and even if they did, those who mocked him were just jealous losers.

"..."

After days without intimacy, the heat of Cheng Jing’s body pressed to his and the hands roaming his skin was overwhelming.

Jiang Nian turned around to face the man whose eyes burned with desire but who played it cool, and his annoyance fizzled out.

This was just how it was with a low-key thirsty boyfriend who always wanted him to take the lead—ugh, and of course he had to spoil him!

"Mmm..."

Jiang Nian grabbed the man’s shirt collar, crushing their lips together before his breath hitched:

"If you want me, take me. Why waste words? I came back ‘cause I missed you—end of story!"

Whatever—if he wants sweet talk, he’ll get it, as much as he wants!

"Heh..."

His thoughts exposed, Cheng Jing grinned shamelessly:

"It’s been days. I just wanted to play hard to get."

Even as he spoke, his calloused hands had already slipped beneath his lover’s clothes.

Jiang Nian bit his lip lightly, resting his forehead against Cheng Jing’s chest:

"Keep pretending, you’re still a lost cause..."

Honestly, if he were the same type, they’d probably be a total mess!

"..."

The moment their lips met, they went up in flames.

The bedroom curtains were drawn tight, the fan and air conditioner both running, yet their tangled bodies burned hotter—rivaling the summer heat outside.

"..."

Daytime antics always bring an extra thrill of excitement and shame, along with carefree recklessness.

From noon until nightfall, by the time they finally wrapped things up, Jiang Nian felt like he was about to fall apart:

"Cheng Jing! If my waist breaks, you’ll be a widower sooner than planned!"

His throat was painfully hoarse as he gritted his teeth, accusing the man who had gone feral like a starving wolf after just a few days apart.

Still, while scolding him, he didn’t dare look at Cheng Jing’s face—afraid he’d soften. Ugh, being weak for a pretty face sucked.

It felt amazing, sure, but the payoff hurt!

"Cut the crap!"

Cheng Jing pulled him into a hug from behind, pulling him close affectionately:

"We’ve been apart for so many days, I missed you so much..."

Typical. Play it cool and he’s ‘fake’; cut loose and he’s ‘crazy.’ Ugh.

Widower? As if. No matter how much they compromised, there were only two possible endings for them:

Either they’d grow old together and pass peacefully, or they’d die young—together.

Jiang Nian grabbed his arm and sank his teeth in:

"It’s only been a few days! If it were any longer, you’d *actually* kill me—"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Cheng Jing dramatically raised a hand as if swearing an oath, then chuckled and pressed close to his ear, cheekily murmuring:

"You liked it too, don’t pretend otherwise... Besides, I just got back from a mission—shouldn’t you reward me a little?"

At the very least, he was a dutiful breadwinner.

"Say that again!"

Jiang Nian jabbed an elbow into his chest:

"Didn’t I reward you? Brother Jing, why are you acting so damn *cloying* now..."

His jaw was still sore, damn it! The *audacity*!

Cheng Jing soothed him gently:

"Guilty as charged... Alright, rest for a bit. I’ll go make something to eat."

Between working off all that steam, they hadn’t eaten since noon—all his fault for making Nian Nian miss meals.

"Dismissed, minion! His Majesty is *wiped*!"

Jiang Nian waved him off, closing his eyes to recover.

Of course, bickering aside, he was happy and content. He was just an ordinary person, hooked on these ordinary little joys with the one he loved.

......

"Nian Nian, wanna eat in the room? Let me pamper you."

It was past eight o'clock. Cheng Jing had prepared three dishes and a soup—small portions, light yet flavorful, appealing in every way. After waking the sleeping man, he busied himself waiting on him hand and foot.

"..."

Looking at the person who transformed into an "overly doting boyfriend" after every bout of wildness, Jiang Nian yawned, putting on his clothes as he got out of bed and replied with mock seriousness,

"How about you just eat it for me, Brother Jing? Save me the effort of chewing."

"Nian Nian..."

Cheng Jing wanted to argue but bent down to straighten his collar instead. Seizing the chance, Jiang Nian pressed his index finger against Cheng Jing's lips.

"Shut up. I have superpowers too, not that delicate."

Eating in bed? That’s going too far.

"..."

Cheng Jing grabbed his finger, grinning.

"Seems your superpowers have improved a lot these days. No wonder you’re lasting longer these days."

Perhaps it was related to his superpower attributes—he always felt particularly prone to "getting fired up." If his superpowered lover’s stamina improved, he wouldn’t need to restrain himself as much.

"..."

Jiang Nian felt like biting him out of sheer frustration. What kind of decent boyfriend says stuff like that?