Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Jiang Chen felt like he was bewitched. He had indeed indulged himself thinking about Ling Sheng many times, but never in a video call like this.

But that feeling of being unable to control himself came again. While his reason was telling him to refuse, he obediently found his earphones and plugged them in.

“Not the bathroom, just the bed.”

Ling Sheng hummed in agreement and asked, “Is it soft?”

Jiang Chen blushed. When he heard Ling Sheng mention the kiss just now, he only recalled the feeling at the time and already had a reaction. He reached out and touched himself before whispering, “…A bit hard.”

Ling Sheng looked at his expression of daring not to meet his eyes and suddenly understood. He chuckled softly, “I was asking about the bed.”

Jiang Chen retracted his hand and deliberately pressed on the bed, forcing a recovery, “It is a bit hard, I don’t like soft beds.”

Ling Sheng leaned against the headboard, smiling especially happily, “But I like soft ones.”

Jiang Chen looked at his smiling face, a little entranced, and followed along saying, “Then sleep on a soft one.”

Ling Sheng hummed from his nose, dragging the sound, and his voice suddenly became soft, “When sleeping with a boyfriend, I like it hard.”

As soon as this dirty joke came out, Jiang Chen was embarrassed and turned his head away. He was still not used to verbal teasing. Even in their most intimate moments, he wouldn’t be too explicit. And this action immediately exposed his red ears to the camera.

Too cute.

Ling Sheng thought, if he were by his side now, he would definitely reach out and rub them, which would open up a magical switch.

“What were you thinking when you kissed me just now?” Ling Sheng asked.

Jiang Chen savored the kiss at their parting, he wasn’t thinking about anything. At that time, instinct took over.

If he really had to say what he was thinking, it was that kissing him felt so good, like sucking on a ripe honey peach. There was no need to bite, just press with his lips and the juice would flow out. After swallowing one mouthful, he wanted to swallow another, wanting to crush the entire peach, even swallowing the pit into his stomach, wanting to lick every bit of juice from his fingers clean with his tongue.

He suddenly remembered that night, the way Ling Sheng licked his fingers, and the feeling afterwards.

The camera shook for a moment. Ling Sheng guessed that Jiang Chen must have done something with his other hand, but from his perspective, he could only see his face from below.

Ling Sheng brought the phone closer so that his voice could be heard more clearly.

“After you left, I took a shower.” Ling Sheng’s voice was unhurried, like he was reminiscing, or like he was seducing, “The water temperature was a bit high when I was washing, and my lips stung a little. You kissed me too hard.”

Jiang Chen’s voice was a little unsteady, “I’ll be gentler next time.”

“No need, I like you kissing me like that.” Ling Sheng chuckled softly, his body moving slightly, a long sigh leaking from his lips, “In bed, being rough can bring more pleasure.”

Jiang Chen’s phone camera shook again. He lay down and put the phone to his ear. The warm-colored light was above him, and as his body heat rose, the halo in his eyes became a little blurred, while the voice coming from the earphones became clearer.

“Are you being rough?” Ling Sheng laughed softly, “You like it faster, I know.”

Jiang Chen’s breathing became more rapid and heavy, and veins popped out on his neck. He took a heavy breath and suddenly picked up the phone. Ling Sheng was too close to the phone, and he could only see one of his eyes and his high, straight nose.

“I want to see you.” Jiang Chen frowned, his hands not stopping, but something was still missing.

Ling Sheng moved the phone away a little, but he suddenly frowned and panted lightly, “Wait a moment.”

Jiang Chen’s heart itched from that gasp.

It seemed like it wasn’t just him, Ling Sheng was also…

“What are you doing?” Jiang Chen asked.

Ling Sheng also lay down, propping the phone against the pillow on the side, the camera facing his face. He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes a little dazed. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and smiled at the camera, “Thinking of you.”

Jiang Chen looked at his face, at his face with desire in his smile, his breathing became more rapid and disordered. He regretted coming back a little. He should have found an excuse to stay.

If he had stayed, he should be lying next to him now, kissing his hot, soft lips, touching his supple, smooth skin, hearing him panting in his ear as he called his name.

He would say, Little Chen, I love you the most.

“Ling Sheng…” Jiang Chen called his name, his body muscles tensing, all his senses drowned by the waves of pleasure and desire surging from his body.

“Change the word.” Ling Sheng panted heavily, their breaths overlapping with the radio waves, sounding like they were lying together. He arched his back slightly to the side, “Little Chen, call me by another word.”

Jiang Chen stared at the face on the screen, his throat parched, and he called out in a hoarse voice, “Brother…”

Ling Sheng’s body trembled violently, and a short, sticky cry came from his throat.

Jiang Chen watched as his expression slowly relaxed and couldn’t help but reach out to touch the screen, but all he felt was a cold sensation, not the soft, hot cheek flesh. This made him even more dissatisfied. Ling Sheng seemed to feel it. His eyes still contained some glistening light, and he lay on the pillow, licking his lips, “Baby, give it to me.”

Jiang Chen’s body suddenly relaxed. Ling Sheng kept watching him, seeing his expression slowly relax before turning around and taking a few tissues to wipe himself.

“Go take a shower.” Ling Sheng said to him after cleaning up.

Jiang Chen didn’t want to hang up, so he replied with an “Oh.”

Ling Sheng smiled, “You can also not hang up and take the phone in with you.”

Jiang Chen really couldn’t do that. Ling Sheng dared to watch, but he didn’t dare to broadcast. Not wanting to hang up, and Ling Sheng said he would wait for him, he put down the phone and earphones and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the shower, Ling Sheng hadn’t hung up and was holding the phone, not knowing what he was looking at.

“What are you looking at?”

He showered pretty quickly, only about ten minutes.

Ling Sheng didn’t hide it from him, “Replying to He Xiaoyun’s message.”

As soon as Jiang Chen heard that, he became unhappy, “It’s eleven o’clock, what’s he messaging you about so late?”

Ling Sheng closed the chat box and patiently said, “He’s moving to his own office, saying that there’s a project that he needs to personally oversee. He probably won’t have time to come over before the new year.”

This news made Jiang Chen feel a little better. He lay down on the bed, looking at Ling Sheng with longing, his eyes clear and bright, filled with love.

Ling Sheng was being looked at like this, and his heart was like a piece of candy placed under the hot sun, slowly melting. The sugary water flowed everywhere, and even passersby could smell the sweet scent.

“That’s good.” Jiang Chen said, “Saves him from always revolving around you.”

Ling Sheng smiled, “I’m not worth him revolving around me. He came to Jiang City this time for work, just stopping by to see me.”

“But he always provokes me, I find him annoying.” Jiang Chen wouldn’t have said this about someone before, but He Xiaoyun was different, and in front of Ling Sheng, he always remembered that he told him to be honest.

Ling Sheng smiled gently and ambiguously, “Did you think of him just now?”

Jiang Chen shook his head, “No.”

He had recalled it a bit when he was showering just now. Indeed, what He Xiaoyun? He couldn’t think of anything else at all. Besides Ling Sheng, the only thing he was thinking about was that he shouldn’t have come back, he should have stayed.

Jiang Chen also understood Ling Sheng’s intention. He looked at the person on the phone and slowly said, “I don’t mind your past, I’m just jealous whenever I think about the marks he left in your heart.”

If he could, he really wished he could have met Ling Sheng earlier, early enough so that all the marks and memories on his body and in his heart belonged to him.

Ling Sheng’s eyes looked through the screen at him, and he slowly said, “I can’t change the past. He Xiaoyun changed me a lot, even, if there was no He Xiaoyun, you might not have fallen in love with the me at that time. But everything we’re doing now, all the memories we have together, have nothing to do with him, it’s only you and me.”

Jiang Chen raised his eyes to look at him.

Ling Sheng looked at him, suddenly wanting to hug him. He said gently, “Little Chen, the best way to correct memories is not to escape, nor to forget, but to overwrite.”

Jiang Chen didn’t speak, just stared at him unblinkingly, “Overwrite.”

Ling Sheng leaned against the headboard, looking at him and smiling.

Jiang Chen said, “Then I’m going to do everything he’s done, so that later, when you think about it, you’ll only think of me.”

Ling Sheng was a bit stunned at first when he thought of something, then lowered his head and chuckled, his laughter a bit embarrassed.

Jiang Chen suddenly wanted to go over there. He sat up straight on the bed, gritting his teeth, “I knew he didn’t do anything good, no, Ling Sheng, I’m still very jealous, I can’t stand it! You can’t see him again in the future!”

Ling Sheng looked at him almost jumping out of bed and smiled to comfort him, “Okay, when you’re free, I’ll accompany you to do everything once.”

Jiang Chen sat back down, still a bit depressed, “Forget it, let’s not mention him.”

Ling Sheng looked at his depressed expression again, thought for a while, and said, “Do you know what the biggest difference between you and him is to me?”

Jiang Chen thought for a while, “We don’t look alike, I’m more in line with your ideal type?”

Ling Sheng nodded, “Yes, but that’s not the most important thing.”

Jiang Chen thought again, “Our personalities are different, he probably has a rich dating history.”

Ling Sheng, “That’s not relevant either.”

Jiang Chen turned over, put the pillow under his arm, rested his chin on his arm, and looked at him deeply, “You love me more.”

Ling Sheng was being looked at by his deep gaze, as if an invisible thing was transmitted to his heart through the radio waves. He said softly, “I thought you didn’t know.”

Jiang Chen brought the phone closer, so close that only his eyes could be seen in the screen, “I know, I can feel it, I’m just worried about how much ‘more’ is.”

Whether it would be surpassed at any time.

Ling Sheng didn’t answer him immediately. He thought for several minutes before saying, “Because I had him as a reference, I’m even more certain that I love you.”