Page 30 of He Is My Bride
Li Ying and Anne didn’t bother pretending this was their everyday fare, so they asked the stewardess to give them a tour and openly gawked at everything: there was a full kitchen where their meals were prepared, a stateroom at the back with a full-sized bed, and an entertainment suite with a large TV and sound system.
Anne took selfies galore, but Li Ying knew he couldn’t flex on anyone, so he didn’t bother. He was happy for Anne though, helping her take photos to send to her family and friends, all of whom congratulated her on the job.
With Anne stuck on social media, Li Ying went to take a look at the cockpit with Hanjun. To Li Ying, that was the coolest thing yet. He listened with interest as the captain, an older gentleman, explained everything… to Hanjun. He seemed to assume the one with the pants was also the one interested in the technical things.
“Can I sit on the chair and hold the yoke?” Li Ying asked the captain. “It’s on autopilot, right, so is that okay?”
The captain looked at this ‘young lady,’ surprised for a fraction of a second until his professionalism caught up with him. He smiled at LiYing with amusement apparent on his face. Li Ying thought it was a weird, kind of condescending smile.
“That would be against the regulations, miss, but if we all agree you won’t push or pull on anything, I suppose we can let you ‘cruise’ a little.” The captain looked at Hanjun as if seeking his permission, and Li Ying couldn’t help but feel like a child while being talked over.
Hanjun nodded.
“Alright then, miss, here.” The captain stood up to let him sit in the seat.
Li Ying forgot about being irked and sat down—forgetting to smooth over his black tweed skirt as he did. The skirt frumpled up at his hip, coming to reveal way more thigh than was appropriate.
Li Ying became aware of his rookie mistake when he felt the seat’s rough fabric touch his nearly bare bum. He knew nothing critical would be on display, so he pretended not to notice. Li Ying took hold of the handles, and watching his fingers with their freshly manicured nails—nude polish with white, rounded gel extensions—grab around those two rods, Li Ying couldn’t help getting highly inappropriate thoughts.
He became extremely aware that there were three men in the room, looking at him. He giggled, even more high-pitched because now he was nervous, and called for the name that gave him most reassurance:
“Hanjun look! I’m flying!”
“Where are you taking us?”Hanjun responded in Mandarin.
“Shanghai! Or…”Li Ying looked at him over his shoulder.“Where does Hanjun want to go?”
Hanjun looked him directly in the eyes. “Bedroom.”
Li Ying blushed. The captain and pilot probably didn’t understand him just now, but for Hanjun to say something saucy like that in front of others was surprising.
You’re being naughty, Hanjun!“Thank you,” Li Ying said to the captain and sat up, mindful of his hem and taking care to smooth it down as he got up from the tight space and gave up the seat.
Hanjun took his hand and walked him out of the cockpit, and Li Ying knew what would happen next.
“We’ll be a while!” Li Ying called to Anne as they passed her in the seating section.
Coming to the stateroom at the back of the plane, Hanjun slid the door shut and grabbed Li Ying’s hips, pulling him against himself and straight into a kiss.
“Ha-Hanjun!” Li Ying laughed between his claiming kisses. “What is this?”
“You…” Hanjun’s voice was desperate. “Too hot.” Hanjun moved to kiss Li Ying’s neck and started opening his blouse.
“Were they checking me out?” Li Ying opened Hanjun’s belt.
“Hmm.”
Figures, he got jealous!Li Ying gasped when Hanjun bit his neck. “Hanjun, no! I’m supposed to meet your family soon, you can’t leave marks on me.”
“Mmh.” Hanjun grunted and licked down an inch before continuing to kiss, suck and bite Li Ying at another spot.
“No, don’t! My clothes, they show so much skin!”
“Mm. Naughty wife-husband.”
“What?Iam naughty? No!You’rethe one being naughty right now,I’ma good wife!” Li Ying thought it was hot to keep saying ‘wife,’ even if he’d intended it as a joke before.
But Li Ying couldn’t have hickeys when he met Hanjun’s family, at least not when trying to make a good first impression. To escape Hanjun’s teeth, Li Ying dropped to his knees, with his blouse now open and his black lace bra showing. Li Ying bit his lower lip while opening Hanjun’s pants, grinning mischievously as he looked up at the man.
