Chapter 76

Chapter 76

The buzz hadn't fully worn off yet, still fogging up his hazy brain and pushing Song Nian to act on instinct.

Just holding hands and hugging wasn't cutting it. He wanted something deeper, to get even closer to Li Yanchuan.

Close enough so Li Yanchuan could feel every beat of his heart.

So, on instinct, he leaned in.

His lips brushed over his skin, then landed on his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally down to his lips, where they stopped and stayed.

As their lips touched, Song Nian realized that even a man as cold and unyielding as an iceberg could have soft lips.

"Mm..."

He sucked and licked clumsily, feeling both satisfied and impatient, but unable to calm the restlessness.

It was like a parched land finally finding a source of moisture, but the water was too little to truly satisfy.

They were already kissing, so why did it still feel like not enough?

Song Nian couldn't wrap his head around it.

Finally, the brief kiss paused. They pulled apart slightly—one with dazed eyes, the other looking utterly shocked.

Li Yanchuan hadn't even recovered from the surprise kiss when the guy leaned in again.

This time, a hot, wet tongue tried to slip inside.

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, and he shoved the guy away.

"Huh?"

Song Nian looked perplexed, his eyes still hazy and his face full of confusion. He even kept his mouth slightly open, the tip of his bright red tongue sticking out a bit.

In contrast to his innocent look, the provoked Li Yanchuan felt a throb in his temples.

He had to admit: when Song Nian kissed him just now, he was so stunned he didn't push him away right away.

The tender kisses were like feathers brushing across his skin—tickly, but also like quicksand, pulling him in.

Anyway, Song Nian was drunk. He probably wouldn't remember this after he sobered up...

With a somewhat indulgent mindset, he closed his eyes and let himself sink into the drunken intimacy.

Until a wet tongue slid across his lips.

Realizing what the drunken Song Nian was trying to do, Li Yanchuan's eyes snapped open, and he instantly sobered up.

If this kiss deepened, there was no telling where things would go from there.

He'd probably regret it when he woke up.

So, instinctively, he pushed him away.

But Song Nian, still drunk, didn't get it. All he knew was he'd been rejected.

"What's wrong?"

He whined, dragging out the last syllable like honey-sweet coaxing.

Normally, Li Yanchuan would've given in to that kind of behavior, but not this time. He couldn't let a drunk guy have his way.

So he covered his mouth with his hand and turned away, pretending not to hear the coaxing or see Song Nian's pitiful look.

Seeing that no matter how many times he asked, he got no response, and that the man wouldn't even look at him, Song Nian pouted and decided to let his actions speak.

He turned Li Yanchuan's head back and leaned in again.

They were face to face, so close that their warm, moist breath mingled in the tiny space between them. It was as if the alcohol had infected Li Yanchuan, dulling his sharp mind.

"Why are you dodging me?"

Song Nian blinked, leaning against the man's chest, one cheek squished up.

If the drunk Song Nian had been a soft candy when they met outside the restaurant, now, with the catalytic effect of alcohol, he had fully ripened into a sticky, booze-filled soft candy.

And he was so clingy that he stuck to Li Yanchuan like glue.

This sweet burden made Li Yanchuan let out a heavy sigh.

If you looked closely, you could see the veins bulging on his neck and the back of his hand.

—He was barely holding back, enduring it.

"Song Nian, you are never, ever allowed to drink outside again."

He said, half helpless, half stern.

Upon hearing this, Song Nian slowly tilted his head, squinting as he looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if trying to process the meaning.

Then his eyes widened, and a look of fake clarity appeared on his flushed face.

"Are you mad?"

He wanted to cup the man's cheeks, but his hands were already wrapped around him and couldn't free themselves. After struggling to think for a moment, he came up with a compromise.

He pressed his cheek against Li Yanchuan's, rubbing gently and slowly, and said:

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"

Like a pet seeking forgiveness, nuzzling its fluffy head against its owner.

His sluggish, muddled brain could only handle the simplest problems, and it had gone in the wrong direction—assuming Li Yanchuan was upset about the drinking.

So he decided to rely on his cuteness and sincerely apologize.

The soft words carried a surprisingly strong impact. Though seemingly harmless, they were as sharp as scissors, cutting through Li Yanchuan's rationality.

After all, who could resist when the one they love willingly throws themselves into their arms, snuggling so obediently, their chubby cheek pressed against their face, whispering apologies with such sticky sweetness?

Li Yanchuan's breathing grew heavy, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his hoarse voice struggled to get out: "Song Nian."

"Hmm?"

Not understanding, Song Nian hummed softly through his nose, lifting his moist puppy-dog eyes to look at him.

"Don't blame me if you remember this when you wake up tomorrow."

Li Yanchuan’s face was hidden in shadow as the light was blocked by his tall figure, his expression inscrutable.

"If you're going to blame anyone, blame yourself."

With those words, his eyes suddenly gleamed with a dangerous, predatory light, like a beast ready to hunt in the dead of night, signaling the start of the chase.

Unintentional teasing was like a spark landing on dry prairie grass, instantly sparking a wildfire that lit up the night sky, unstoppable.

The two of them collapsed onto the soft mattress together, their positions instantly reversed, with Song Nian pinned beneath him.

Hands locked together, pressed above his head, and his waist firmly held—a dominant hold that left no chance to escape.

Unlike the shallow kisses before, the deep, lingering kiss was a full-scale invasion, unstoppable.

Deep, tangled, plundering—until all the air was stolen from his mouth, his face flushed crimson, and only then was he mercifully released for a moment.

"Breathe through your nose, don't hold your breath."

Li Yanchuan guided him gently, not bothering to check if he understood, and then launched into a second round of deep kisses.

In a daze, Song Nian's blurry vision gave him the illusion of being stalked by a predator.

Fully captured in another's arms, his mind unable to think, his body unable to move—all he had to do was lift his head and receive the aggressive kisses.

Yet the kisses were surprisingly comfortable, making him willingly sink more deeply into the tight embrace and the warmth of those large hands.

As passion deepened, the mood in the room gradually shifted.

Sensing the change in the person beneath him, Li Yanchuan paused, let out a low laugh, then bit the lobe of his ear before reaching out to relieve him.

"Don't touch... no..."

Song Nian whimpered as he was gripped, the sweetness in his voice practically turning into honey that dripped and pooled.

His already foggy mind grew even more hazy. Dazedly, Song Nian felt as if he were beneath a vast dome, then floating among the clouds, reaching a peak.

When it was over, his brain felt like mush, could no longer function. Only his eyes glistening with tears and his face flushed crimson showed what he had been through.

Of course, aside from him, another person was in the same state.

Playfully rubbing against his face, Li Yanchuan reached for a tissue from the bedside to wipe his hands.

"Mmm..."

Song Nian obediently let him have his way, not resisting, only aware of the double vision worsening and the world spinning, everything a blur.

His muddled mind completely shut down, entering sleep mode.

"Your turn."

After tossing the tissue, Li Yanchuan leaned down again and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Then he carefully helped him sit up, supporting his waist, and guided his hand downward.

The searing heat filled his palm. Even though he was guided on how to move, a dazed Song Nian didn't hear a word and soon couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes closed, and he passed out into a deep sleep.

Leaving Li Yanchuan stuck in place.

Looking at the person in his arms, now limp and sleeping soundly, and then at his own unresolved state, he was both amused and annoyed.

"You little heartbreaker."

He muttered softly, without any real anger, playfully biting the soft cheek of the sleeping figure, leaving a ring of bite marks, then tucked the blanket around him.

Soft, like jelly.

The full moon hung high above, with hazy clouds like a veil, adding a hint of unspoken intimacy to the night.

—————

When Song Nian woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

Having slept so well, he stretched lazily, mumbled a few sounds, and slowly opened his eyes.

Huh? How did I even get back to the hotel room last night?

I remember I was drunk.

And I think I saw Li Yanchuan too—was that a dream?

As he sat up, a hangover headache suddenly hit him, making him gasp.

His temples throbbed like they were about to explode, and oddly, his arms were a little sore too.

Song Nian winced, and his gaze landed on the roses beside him, making him pause.

—It wasn't a dream. Li Yanchuan really was here.

Just then, the door opened, and Li Yanchuan walked in carrying breakfast.

"Hungry? Come eat if you want."

Seeing him rubbing his temples, Li Yanchuan put the tray on the table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to massage them for him.

Relaxed from the massage, Song Nian purred like a pampered cat, leaning back into his arms.

Fragments of last night's memories came back to him in flashes, but they were all broken, especially what happened after returning to the room—he could barely remember.

"Did I... make a scene last night from drinking?"

Unable to recall, he asked tentatively.

"You don't remember anything you did last night?"

Li Yanchuan asked back.

Hearing that, Song Nian's heart skipped a beat. He thought he must have done something outrageous and kept Li Yanchuan up all night.

Did I flip a table? Or yell in the streets?

While he was fretting anxiously, Li Yanchuan saw his guilty and panicked expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Just kidding."

Li Yanchuan smiled, his hand gently rubbing the top of his head.

"But don't drink outside anymore. If anyone pressures you to drink, just drop my name."

"Oh, okay."

He vaguely felt something was being kept from him, but didn't dare to ask, so Song Nian obediently nodded, enjoying the head pats.

In any case, with his alcohol tolerance, it's better to drink less.

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After wrapping, filming was done, and the next steps were editing and review.

Back home, Song Nian resumed his usual daily life of staying at home, occasionally doing promotional gigs.

I have to say, the new agency Canyu was reliable. Not only did it formulate a professional development plan for him, but it also carefully screened high-caliber gigs that fit the artist's image.

Unlike his former agency, which would milk him for profit.

Speaking of which, his former company seemed to have run into some trouble, recently caught in a major PR crisis and economic crisis.

But that was none of his concern—there were more important matters to focus on.

For example, the film's premiere in a few days.

Everything rode on this, but the reason Song Nian was so nervous wasn't just because he was worried about audience reception.

More importantly, if successful, his popularity could go through the roof.

That also meant he could confess his feelings to Li Yanchuan.