[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[42.] Love haze.

- Yours.  Husband, all of me is  yours. 

Lan Xichen exhaled with difficulty, as he was doing the impossible not to grab his lover and take him on the spot.

- If a kiss is all you want for your birthday, husband, then I will give you a million kisses as a gift. I want to spend my life delivering that gift to you, Zewu-Jun...  -  he whispered helplessly, as now Lan Huan was holding him very tight, and they clung to each other, forgetting food, and ill health, and worries, and closed their eyes and kissed, softly, slowly, losing themselves into the tenderness and warmth that could not be compared to anything else in the world. 

Lan Xichen was caressing his loved one, trying his best to show him how much he meant to him; Jiang Cheng was grabbing his husband's hair, lightly pushing his head down so that he could reach deeper into him, into his mouth, pressing his body to his strong body desperately, craving to show him how much he loved him, how much he adored him, how much he was ready and willing to give him.

They broke the kiss when they ran out of air, but never let go of each other.

- I love you...  -  Jiang Wanyin murmured desperately, panting.

- I love you...  -  Zewu-Jun was dizzy with his lover's scent, his body's heat, the taste off his lips.

- I want to give you the world, Zewu-Jun... I want to make you happy...

- I am happy, Sandu Shengshou... I have never been happier in my whole life...

- No more loneliness... You are here... You are with me... My love...  -  Jiang Cheng was whispering, lovingly touching his husband's face, his lips, his neck.

- Never leave me, kitten... How could I live without you?  –  Zewu-Jun was murmuring, lost in those cat eyes, in the plump girlish lips, staring at the inviting delicate neck, swallowing hard.

Jiang Cheng took his hand and placed it over his belly, whispering, awfully flushed and dazed:

- I hope I am pregnant with your child, my love. I hope to be able to make you proud... To bring you joy. Nothing is more important than this. Not to me.

- Oh, my darling!  -  Lan Huan's eyes filled with tears. –  You are perfect, Wanyin, never forget it. You are the one for me. My one.

- I am tired. Take me to bed, sweetheart... Our bed...  -  Jiang Wanyin murmured, drunk on so much gentleness and love.