Page 71 of He Is My Bride
“Of course it’s yours!” Li Ying stood on top of the bed and reached for the stuffed animal. Hanjun jerked as if to stop him, but halted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with him, he seems very old. What’s his name?” Li Ying asked while getting down from the bed, holding up the floppy-eared thing.
“…‘Bunny.’”
“Tch!” Li Ying held back a snicker, and Hanjun frowned. “I mean, it’s a good name!” Li Ying hurried to assure him. “Hello, Bunny!” He snuggled the plushie’s button nose. Hanjun shifted in place awkwardly, growing ever redder, but Li Ying kept talking to Bunny, “I’m sorry, have I taken your place in Hanjun’s bed? He slept with you, right? For how long, I wonder?” Li Ying hugged the toy and peered at Hanjun. “Huh? Did Bunny see your first-ever morning wood?”
Hanjun leaped at him, but Li Ying dodged.
“You’re so cute!” Li Ying laughed and threw himself back on Hanjun’s old bed.
The other man dived after him, landing on top of him. Hanjun was glaring at Li Ying, nostrils flaring like a dragon’s.
“This is where little Junjun slept?” Li Ying wiggled on his bed. “Wouldn’t it be kinky if we did something on—Nh?” Li Ying got silenced by a kiss.
Hanjun pressed his body tight against Li Ying’s, pushing him into the mattress and his tongue into his mouth. Their snogging escalated against their better judgment, but soon Li Ying had to start pushingHanjun off because he couldn’t get hard right now while he was tucked. His resistance only spurred Hanjun on, and he grabbed Li Ying’s arm and pinned it down.
Hanjun, are you really going to do me in your childhood room while your family is downstairs?!Telling by how incredibly hard Hanjun’s cock was throbbing against his leg, Li Ying was sure he would. But then there was a gentle knock on the door, and the maid called to them:
“Sir, miss, the dinner is set.”
Hanjun parted their lips and answered in a voice more tense than usual, “Thank you.” He got up and drew a long breath, closing his eyes and looking deeply frustrated, having to ignore his erection.
“Hanjun…” Li Ying spoke quietly, in case the maid was still close enough to hear them. “You’re all hard, can you—”
“Yes.” Hanjun snarled from between his teeth, eyes still closed.
Damn, he’s so cute when he’s trying not to be aroused!Li Ying wantedsobadly to tease him, but he knew this was the wrong time entirely to be fooling around: Hanjunwouldtake him if pushed, but then they would definitely get found out. They shouldn’t have gotten so frisky to begin with, not in this situation.
“You go down first, tell them I’m coming,” Hanjun said.
Li Ying got up from the bed and went to check his hair and makeup in the hallway mirror before heading down.
“Hanjun is joining us soon,” Li Ying said as he arrived at the dining room.
The square table had been beautifully set for a banquet, with Wu Yiheng sitting next to his mother, closest to the door as the hosts, and for Li Ying, the seat of honor had been reserved between the eldest Wu cousins. Li Ying took his seat and hoped he didn’t look all snogged up.
Hanjun joined them as well. He seemed calm, but his cousin gave him a knowing smile as he sat down. Hanjun pretended not to notice.
“Now, we should start eating before the food gets cold, enjoy the meal,” Grandmother Linming said, but before they all set to filling their plates, Hanrong raised his cup:
“First, a toast to my cousin’s and Li Ying’s joyous betrothal. Ganbei!”
“Ganbei!”said everyone else except Wu Yiheng, who drank without raising his cup.
This is not good! Uncle Yiheng is not happy at all…Li Ying stressed, and he could see Hanjun was tense as well.
With more non-Wus at the table, the dinner wasn’t overly somber. Madam Wang was very curious about Hanjun’s time in America and how he and Li Ying had met, wanting to hear his version of the story. For the laconic Hanjun, it was easy to stick to the auntie-friendly version that Li Ying had told them.
Hanrong made sure to praise Li Ying’s signature Dan Dan noodles even as he was obviously struggling with the spiciness:
“It’s got a real depth of taste…”
But his brother Yiyi was more honest with his feedback, “I can’t feel my lips!”
“Then don’t eat it and stop complaining.” Hanjun scolded his younger cousin, his words stern but his tone gentle. He couldn’t forgo eating his own fiancée’s cooking before the family, so he was boldly working through his noodles even if it still brought a sweat to his brow.
The Wangs were more impressed with the bold use of spice, and little Madam Wu seemed to only have kind bones in her body:
