Free Web NovelChapter 178: YAOYAO TAKES AFTER YOU
Liuxian buried his face in Guiying’s hair and breathed in. "You smell like babies. And something sweet. Sugar, maybe. Did you eat dessert before you crashed?"
Guiying went still. The fight left his body all at once, replaced by a tired, hollow ache. He stared at the ceiling where the curtains did not quite meet, and the line of darkness between them felt too wide.
"Your sister and her children left this afternoon," Guiying said after a long silence. "All four of them. Yaoyao, Mingming, Lele, and Baobao. They were loud and messy and too curious for their own good. The house feels empty now that they are gone."
Liuxian nodded against Guiying’s shoulder. His grip tightened, but he did not make a joke or break the quiet.
"Do not worry about it," Liuxian said softly. "We will have our own children and build our own family. For now, I am willing to wait until you are ready."
Guiying smiled, turning to face, then he leaned against his chest.
"I’m sorry for making you wait. You’re already old, your certain area may not work too well after a while.."
Liuxian lips twitched, where the heck did this stray jab come from?
"Guiying, I’m thirty three years old not fifty. Please, believe me that my sperm will work when the time is right. That kind of hurts my feelings, I’m still in my early thirties.."
Liuxian sighed, he understood that he was ten years older, but he wasn’t that old.
Guiying chuckled, loss at words.
"Come here.."
Liuxian raised a brow, suspiciously but still did as Guiying asked.
Which eventually lead to him, resting his head on Guiying’s thigh, his legs dangling of the bed.
In this position, Liuxian felt most of the tension leave his body almost immediately.
"I met a very perculiar auntie at the mall today. She was obviously confused as to what to get for her children but she was still to proud to admit it. Her little antics remind me of you.."
Liuxian raised a brow, that perculiar woman could have been his mother.
Zhang Wei did say his mother sent some clothes.
He guessed she didn’t recognize Guiying as Tang XiaoYu.
"What did you find perculiar about her? Do you dislike her?"
Guiying weaved his hands through Liuxian’s hair, gently massaging his scalp.
"Why would I dislike her, despite her being arrogant, she never once insulted the shop assistant who was trying to help her. I don’t think she’s a bad person."
Liuxian smiled, he was glad that Guiying had good thoughts about his mother.
"Massaging my scalp like that, I’m feeling sleepy. You won’t mind if I borrowed your thighs for a while right?"
"It’s okay, you look tired, you should sleep for a while my love.."
Liuxian froze when he heard Guiying’s last words, did he just say my love?
He bolted upright in an instant.
"Does this mean you’ve accepted my love for you? Do you love me Guiying?"
Guiying smiled, seeing Liuxian’s reaction made him realize that he had never told Liuxian openly that he loved him.
"Of course I love you, how could you I not? You’re an amazing person who treats me like I’m worth more than the stars in the sky."
"Oh, my darling. You’ve chased all my fatigue away and made me love you all over again."
Liuxian’s arms came around him, steady and sure, as if he had finally memorized the exact space Guiying fit into. Guiying did not argue. He let himself be gathered, and his cheek found the plane of Liuxian’s chest as if it had always belonged there. The fabric was warm from skin and faintly scented with his shampoo and the detergent from that morning.
"My love," Liuxian said. His voice was quiet and experimental, as if he was testing how the words felt spoken aloud after holding them for so long. It was as if he feared the sound of them might shatter something fragile in the air between them. "Say it again."
Guiying pressed his face deeper into Liuxian’s shirt. "Do not push it."
A low laugh rumbled through Liuxian’s chest and into Guiying’s bones. Lips touched the crown of his hair and lingered there without demand. It was not a kiss for show. It was simply weight, and the unspoken message that Liuxian was there.
Time seemed to thin out. The room dimmed to its essentials: the rough texture of Liuxian’s shirt under Guiying’s fingers, the slow drag of his palm up and down Guiying’s spine, and the thin line of outside light trapped between the curtains. Each stroke of Liuxian’s hand loosened a knot in Guiying’s shoulders that Guiying had not realized was tight.
"You are going to wrinkle my shirt," Liuxian murmured.
"You should take it off, then." Guiying’s voice was muffled and lazy with exhaustion. He was not truly thinking.
Liuxian’s hand stilled for half a second. "Are you propositioning me?"
"I am suggesting that you be comfortable," Guiying said. It sounded like an excuse, because it was an excuse. "You just got home."
Liuxian hummed. "How considerate." Another kiss landed in Guiying’s hair, and this one carried amusement.
"I am a considerate person."
"You really are." Liuxian said it without teasing, and the absence of teasing was what made Guiying’s chest ache. There was no performance in it. There was only fact, and the warmth of being seen clearly without being found lacking.
Silence returned, but it was a softer kind now. Outside, the city moved through its late hours. A car passed, wind touched the window, and then there was nothing again. Inside, the only motion came from Liuxian’s hand and Guiying’s breathing gradually matching its rhythm.
"The children were lovely," Guiying said. The words came out smaller than he had intended.
"They take after their mother."
"Yaoyao takes after you."
Liuxian did not answer right away. When he did, his tone was dry and fond. "That poor child."
Guiying laughed, quiet and sleepy. He turned his face into Liuxian’s chest and let his eyes close.
He had not meant to fall asleep. The warmth was too steady, the hand on his back too familiar, and the quiet too safe. His thoughts unraveled one thread at a time until no thoughts remained. There was only the rise and fall of Liuxian’s chest and the word love echoing somewhere soft in his head.
When consciousness thinned to nothing, his hand stayed where it was. It remained open and trusting.
