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Ch131 - Found a Good Friend

Ch131 - Found a Good Friend
translator: Eve
editors: xiin

“I’m sorry.”

This was the first time Xiao Yuanmu had seen Song Xuanhe cry. It was also the first time he had ever heard Song Xuanhe apologize to him.

Although it had only been two teardrops that were quickly wiped away, even if the other still didn’t want to tell him the truth yet despite the apology, the dark, gloomy feeling in his chest was swept away by heartache. The anger and harshness in his chest was replaced with concern.

Louis had once said, “Once, when Yang was drunk, he described your relationship with Song as ‘one objects bests another object.’ He said that, because of this, even if he didn’t approve of your relationship, he couldn’t persuade you out of it. After I went home, I looked up what that idiom meant. The only thing I’m not certain of, is who is whose weakness.”

Now, he knew the answer. As long as it was what Song Xuanhe wanted, Xiao Yuanmu was willing to surrender his everything to him.

And he was perfectly happy to do so.

“Xiao Yuanmu.”

Song Xuanhe called out his name. The moment Xiao Yuanmu’s clear eyes met his, Song Xuanhe lifted a hand and covered the other’s eyes gently. He could feel the other man’s long, straight eyelashes tickling his palm. They brought with them an itchy, numb feeling. The feeling made a stark contrast to the pain in his abdomen as he forced himself into a sitting position. Unexpectedly, the feeling against his palm was somehow more intense and clear than the ache in his abdomen.

Xiao Yuanmu, whose sight was suddenly obstructed, paused. He could feel the warmth emanating from Song Xuanhe’s palm. He closed his eyes.

Song Xuanhe’s hand laid over Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes as he took in the lines of Xiao Yuanmu’s straight nose and his perfect, slightly pale lips. He slowly came closer and their noses bumped together. He covered Xiao Yuanmu’s lips with his own.

Xiao Yuanmu’s mind blanked. His eyes snapped open and his eyelashes once again swept over Song Xuanhe’s palm. At the same time, Song Xuanhe thrust his tongue into Xiao Yuanmu’s mouth.  He no longer wanted to think about anything else. All he wanted to do was stay in this position and quietly experience this kiss.

Light gradually filtered through the cracks between the other’ fingers. Their intertwined breaths in the space between their noses gradually parted and the moist, soft warm left his mouth. The heat slowly disappeared, leaving only a vestige of its warmth.

Song Xuanhe stared into Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes and asked, “Will you forgive me?”

Xiao Yuanmu quietly said, “Mn.”

He then pressed his hand to the back of Song Xuanhe’s head, pressing their lips together once more. This time, the kiss was much deeper.

Their tongues and lips were locked together, the taste of the other filling their mouths. The heightened atmosphere continued to heat up. Occasionally, their breaths would cause the tiny dust particles in the air to shiver.

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