Page 28 of He Is My Bride
Hanjun laid Li Ying on the bed, and his feverish eyes landed on the choker that circled Li Ying’s throat.
“Do youlike it?” Li Ying grinned cheekily, brushing his hand across the bling bow. “Thank you, Junjun, for buying it for me!”
“Hmh.” A hoarse, impatient grunt.
Hanjun took off Li Ying’s panties. He hesitated when he saw everything that was going on underneath.
“There are too many… things.”
“Ah, yeah, let me.” Li Ying carefully removed the tucking tape and released his junk from timeout. “Whew, at least I don’t have to do it like that every day.”
“Like a gift,” Hanjun said.
“Huh?” Li Ying blushed something fierce, looking up with fluttering eyes at Hanjun.
“Wrapped up for your husband.” Hanjun turned Li Ying around on his belly, hovering above the black bow that tied the halter top around his neck. Hanjun grabbed another of the fabric ribbons and pulled until the bow came loose, opening the top.
“H-Hanjun…”
Hanjun pressed a kiss on Li Ying’s neck before tossing him on his back again. The opened halter slumped off his body and revealed the strapless bra underneath. Hanjun stopped to look at the faked breasts. He didn’t mind them. He didn’t mind any of this. It was still his Li Ying, and he wanted him.
Li Ying could see it in his eyes: Hanjun truly saw him beyond the smoke and mirrors and loved him, body and soul.
I will marry you, Wu Hanjun, no matter the cost.
Hanjun’s hands traced the underwire of the bra. “How do I open this?”
“Here.” Li Ying brought his hands behind his back and undid the clasps at the back.
Off came the bra, revealing the breast tape. Li Ying sure had enough bows and tape on him to be a little package, ready to be shipped to Shanghai for Christmas.
Hanjun carefully removed the tape. It stung Li Ying’s skin sweetly as it was peeled off, the sensation making him fidget with the bed covers and curl his toes. Finally Li Ying was bare. Except for the choker, and that stayed on while Hanjun proceeded to stamp Li Ying’s ass enough times to send himaround the world.
Chapter 6: Mile High Club Premium
Somehow, Li Ying had completed his rotations and passed his exams successfully amidst everything else by Christmas break. The coming trip to Shanghai didn’t exactly feel like it was going to be a holiday though, more like another test.
Li Ying visited the Qian household on the eve of his departure.
“What time is your flight? Do you need a ride to the airport?” Uncle Qian offered as they sat in the living room for tea. The Qian’s place was a typical Brooklyn Heights townhouse with a brownstone exterior and modern European-style classic interiors.
“Thanks, but we already arranged a taxi, we’re good.”
“So, your roommate is moving back to Shanghai?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s selling the house? Will you move out?”
“Eventually. It’s, um, a bit expensive for me, but he said it’s possible for me to stay a month or so, until I can find a new place.” Li Ying felt bad for telling even a little white lie to Uncle Qian.
They were yet to discuss the condo with Hanjun, who could of course afford to let Li Ying live in it for as long as he liked, but Li Ying couldn’t possibly accept that.
For now, Li Ying would settle for doing the whole long-distance thing until he graduated. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he felt like he owed his foster family to complete the degree they had paid for.
“Shouldn’t you be house hunting then?” Mrs. Qian commented from the kitchen where she’d been getting coffee. “Not traveling? You should know what the New York housing market is like.” She sipped her java while staring Li Ying down.
“I know, but I thought I should take the opportunity to visit the mainland over Christmas since Hanjun offered me to stay at his place and all.”
