Chapter 71
by VolareThere was still a distance of four or five meters between the two.
Ling Sheng’s gaze flickered over the distance between them, and he suddenly lowered his head, frowned, and hummed softly.
“Headache?” Jiang Chen hurried over, “It takes time to adjust to the jet lag. Your dark circles are so heavy. Have you not slept well these days?”
Ling Sheng raised his right hand and pressed his temples, his voice tired and even a little weak, “Yeah, I barely slept. I also had two consecutive days of meetings. I’m too tired.”
Jiang Chen felt an instant pang of heartache and reached out to support his arm, “Can you drive like this? Call a driver.”
Ling Sheng seemed to really have no strength, and leaned half of his body on Jiang Chen’s arm. Jiang Chen could only put an arm around his shoulder and support him with the other, almost holding him in his arms.
He was a little thinner, but the touch of his body was not too different from what he remembered. Ling Sheng was slightly hunched over, and the top of his head brushed against the tip of his nose. The hair styled with hair gel was a little stiff. Jiang Chen almost subconsciously remembered the soft strands of hair and the refreshing scent of shampoo when he had just washed his hair.
Jiang Chen still used the same one they bought together.
“I didn’t call a driver. Can Jiang Lawyer do me a favor and take me back to the hotel?” Ling Sheng asked in a low voice.
How could Jiang Chen refuse?
So the two got into Ling Sheng’s car. Ling Sheng leaned back in the passenger seat, his eyes slightly closed as if he was resting. Jiang Chen started the car and slowly drove out of the parking garage. This feeling was very familiar.
More than two years ago, Jiang Chen often pestered Ling Sheng to drive him to work and pick him up from work, so they were often like this.
Memories hadn’t faded, and they became more and more vivid in familiar movements. Jiang Chen suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes. He glanced sideways at Ling Sheng, who was closing his eyes as if he were asleep, as quiet as a typical night after working overtime.
In situations like this, he would kiss him while waiting for the red light. Ling Sheng would push his head away with his hand and say, “Drive first.”
Jiang Chen took a deep breath to steady the slightly trembling fingertips that were under attack by memories.
Ling Sheng’s return was rushed, and he hadn’t prepared a house in the country yet, so he was staying in a hotel. After parking the car, Ling Sheng didn’t move. Jiang Chen carefully unbuckled his seat belt, and found that the small sound of the seat belt didn’t seem to wake Ling Sheng. Only then did he dare to let his gaze openly envelop him.
Only a little over two years had passed, and he hadn’t changed much. His dense, soft eyelashes, his delicate nose bridge winding down, and his thin lips slightly parted, like a small vent for breathing, as if he was breathing, or as if he was asking for a kiss.
Jiang Chen’s gaze gradually became a little dazed.
When he finally moved his gaze away from his lips, he turned his head and saw that Ling Sheng had opened his eyes at some point, staring at him unblinkingly behind his glasses. Their gazes met and intertwined in the dim light.
In the silent and sticky air, Ling Sheng raised his hand and took off his glasses.
This was a familiar signal. Jiang Chen didn’t even have to think about it. His body had already leaned towards Ling Sheng. A hand reached over and skillfully hooked his neck. The moment the scalding breath touched him, the air seemed to explode. All sounds faded away, leaving only a long ringing in his ears.
Their lips and tongues intertwined forcefully, the kiss was deep, as if they wanted to hook and pull out everything that could be tasted and entangled from the other’s body, and then swallow it into their own stomachs.
In the quiet underground garage, in the quiet car, there were only the two of them panting messily, breathing so rapidly that it seemed like they would run out of oxygen in the next second, and the unbearable moans that used to come from their noses.
When the oxygen in his chest was finally exhausted, Ling Sheng tightly grabbed his shoulders, hooked his neck, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and his breath was rapid and hot, lingering over his ear: “…Come up with me.”
Ling Sheng took Jiang Chen’s hand, walked straight through the hotel lobby, and into the elevator. He didn’t avoid the gazes of the crowd, and took him into the room. After Ling Sheng went in, he inserted the electricity card, and Jiang Chen closed the door behind him.
The moment the light was turned on, Ling Sheng turned around and hooked Jiang Chen’s neck, leaning over to kiss him, but Jiang Chen tilted his head to avoid his lips, and asked him, “When did you know I graduated early?”
Ling Sheng wasn’t annoyed, and kissed his cheeks, the corners of his lips, and his chin.
“The day of the graduation ceremony.”
Then he immediately contacted Zhou Jiayan and said that he wanted to return to China early. The domestic preparations were not completely ready, and he could have returned to China half a year later, but Zhou Jiayan knew why he wanted to return and didn’t say much, only told him to hand over his work first, and he would arrange it.
“Why didn’t you come to me when you came back?” Jiang Chen’s heart was itching unbearably from his kisses, but he still had some resentment that he hadn’t let out.
Ling Sheng smiled, and his hand had already gone to unbuckle his belt buckle, and he pulled the belt out with a “whoosh” and threw it on the ground. He was staying in a suite, and there was a living room after entering the door. He pulled out his shirt, reached in, and felt the back muscles that instantly tensed up. His fingers rubbed hard on it.
“Aren’t you here?”
Zhou Jiayan helped him when he was most difficult. He was too anxious to return to China, and there were a lot of things to do, so he couldn’t just leave them behind. He had barely closed his eyes these past two days. If he didn’t come, he would have gone to find him today.
His expected tone was like he was talking about a dog that would definitely run over when it heard the command to eat. Jiang Chen was a little unconvinced and was about to say something to refute when Ling Sheng pressed against him and swayed his waist.
Jiang Chen gasped and pressed his waist, pinning him against the wall, using all his willpower to pull the distance between them a little: “What’s going on with your secretary?”
Ling Sheng was pushed away a little, he was a little dissatisfied, but still replied: “You also said, secretary.”
Jiang Chen remembered Fang Wen’s righteous face today and felt uncomfortable, deliberately saying: “Didn’t you say that when you come back, you want to pursue me? Is this how you pursue me?”
Ling Sheng sighed, as if he was a little annoyed by his repeated questioning, he lowered his arms that had been hugging him, and slowly said: “I don’t want to pursue you anymore.”
Jiang Chen panicked instantly and couldn’t help but take the initiative to stick his body up, almost immediately starting to reflect on whether he was a little too much.
Ling Sheng, however, leisurely raised his arms and began to unbutton his shirt.
One button.
Two buttons.
Fair skin, and distinct collarbones slowly revealed, all of this was familiar to Jiang Chen, had belonged to Jiang Chen countless times, he had caressed, kissed, and kneaded it.
It felt like the moisture in his body had been drained in an instant. Jiang Chen felt deeply thirsty, and the person in his arms was the only sweet spring.
Ling Sheng looked up, his lips, reddened by the kisses, opened and closed, and his breath was exhaled on the corner of Jiang Chen’s lips, like feathers teasing his heart: “I don’t want to wait, pursuing is too slow, seducing is faster.”
Jiang Chen directly reached out and tore open his shirt, and the buttons fell to the ground. Ling Sheng didn’t mind at all, and even cooperated to let him peel off his shirt. They stumbled all the way to the bed, and it was no longer clear who was more anxious and who was more active, only knowing that they both wanted to be closer to each other.
Any piece of cloth was an obstacle.
The hotel had everything, so there was no need to prepare anything. The bed was very soft, the kind of softness that Ling Sheng liked. When lying on it, it was like being trapped in a cloud, and no matter how you moved, it wouldn’t make too much noise.
Ling Sheng tightly grabbed his back, feeling the intense heartbeat in the chest that was pressed together.
The heart was pounding heavily, as if it wanted to jump out, jump into the other’s chest, and melt into his blood, so that it could truly be in sync with his heartbeat.
He vaguely felt like he was hurt by the impact, but he liked this feeling, clearly feeling that they were by each other’s side, their heartbeats touching, their bodies blending, even the feeling of pain was okay.
When he was in the United States, the feeling of missing Jiang Chen came in waves, because he would keep himself busy. He had never been in contact with managing a foundation before, and he knew more about personnel management and marketing, so he had to start learning everything from scratch, but the good thing was that he could learn and practice at the same time, and he could quickly master and get started, and even if he spent a lot of energy during the day, when he first arrived in the United States, he would always dream of Jiang Chen at night, and then it would slowly get better.
But it was like slowly pouring water into a bottle, and the suppressed emotions kept accumulating. After finally breaking through the threshold, he would always suddenly miss him at a certain moment – sometimes during lunch break, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes maybe just eating a dish with a familiar taste, or seeing a similar back view.
That kind of wanting that couldn’t be suppressed even made him have to lock himself in the bathroom for an hour when he was in the company, or stay up all night to slowly calm down.
Ling Sheng’s body was very tired, with jet lag and not resting well, and his work was very busy, but at this moment he grabbed Jiang Chen, touched the wet sweat on the back of his neck, and taunted him in his ear, panting: “It’s been two years since we met, baby, your stamina has gotten worse.”
Jiang Chen turned him over, pinched his waist, and bit his shoulder. Both of them were covered in sticky sweat. His heartbeat heavily slammed into his back, and the echo seemed to drown out all other sounds.
“Are you tired?”
Jiang Chen kissed his flushed, hot ear, and asked him.
Ling Sheng turned his head and twisted his head to kiss him in the shaking: “Let me have a good sleep.”
Jiang Chen kissed him heavily. Neither of them wanted to end it. From bright daylight, rampant sunshine to dusk, and heavy dew, Ling Sheng exhausted his last bit of strength before Jiang Chen took him to the bathroom to take a shower.
Ling Sheng leaned against the wall, watching Jiang Chen take the shower and rinse his body. His hair, which had been meticulously styled with hair gel, was wet and limp on his head after being washed by the water. He used his hand to pull it back, turning it into a slightly messy slicked-back hairstyle.
In the mist, his handsome and beautiful features were wet with water. When he lowered his head, the water would flow down to the tip of his nose and chin, and then drip down. His figure was a little thinner than it was two years ago, but the outline of his muscles was still very beautiful and perfect, but he didn’t smile as much as he did two years ago, and he seemed much more mature, but he was like good wine that had been aged for two years, more sexy and alluring than he was two years ago.
Ling Sheng didn’t suppress himself, hooked his neck and kissed him again. In the misty fog, he lay on the glass door, the water falling on his body and hitting a mess of water droplets. His waist was soft, and his whole body was soft. All the weight of his body was supported by the person behind him. He raised his neck, his lips slightly open, and called out wantonly and satisfied.
Jiang Chen called him in a hoarse voice: “Brother, do you still like me?”
“I like you, I like you the most… I like Xiao Chen the most.” Ling Sheng twisted to look at him in the misty fog: “…Don’t stop.”
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The air conditioning temperature in the hotel was relatively low. After Ling Sheng was placed on the bed, his body leaned against Jiang Chen. He struggled to open his eyelids, which he couldn’t open anymore, and smiled at him in a daze. After receiving a kiss, the two of them wrapped in the air conditioning quilt and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms.
This sleep was very deep. Jiang Chen woke up earlier than Ling Sheng. He was woken up by Ling Sheng’s phone. Jiang Chen touched his phone and looked at it, 11:35.
The person calling on it was Fang Wen. He glanced at Ling Sheng, who was still sleeping soundly, and directly answered the phone.
“Director Ling, are you at the hotel now? I’ll bring your clothes over to you.”