Chapter 22: Tossing and Turning Again and Again

Li Huan was dead tired, and a fresh slap on his face didn’t hurt much. He just took it as a bit of fun, but Song Chunhui’s ruthless order to leave woke him up completely.

Why did this four-eyed guy change back as soon as he pulled up his pants? Last night, he was lying on his chest, humming and letting him kiss and hug. Was he just a plowing ox, working hard all night to till the soil, only to end up getting slapped and given the cold shoulder? Damn, is there anyone who turns their back on you like this?

After yelling at Li Huan, Song Chunhui felt a discomfort in his throat, and his face didn’t look any better. He didn’t even have an appetite for breakfast. He urged Li Huan, “Get dressed quickly.”

“I’m not getting dressed.” Li Huan wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, turned his back to Song Chunhui, and complained unhappily, “You hit me and glared at me, bullying me early in the morning.”

“…” Song Chunhui was dumbfounded. He had never seen someone so shamelessly turn the tables. What about the slaps he got on his butt last night? Was he asking for it?

“I served you so well last night, my tongue went numb from it,” Li Huan complained, “I was afraid you’d be uncomfortable while you slept, so I even carried you to the bath. I’ve never bathed anyone before, and after all my hard work, I get your cold shoulder and you tell me to get lost…”

“…” Song Chunhui was furious, opened his mouth but couldn’t be bothered to argue. What was the point of talking to a shameless pervert?

“Wife, you hurt my feelings.”

“You beast, do you even have feelings?” Song Chunhui couldn’t hold back. Just thinking about what Li Huan did to him made his head hurt.

Originally, Song Chunhui was sleeping soundly at three in the morning, but Li Huan dragged him to the bathroom for a bath. Bathing was fine, since someone was willing to serve him, and he was worried about not being clean and getting a fever. But he underestimated the pervert’s shamelessness. While bathing, Li Huan pressed him against the wall for another round, leaving him with sore waist and legs, full of anger with nowhere to vent, feeling utterly frustrated.

“Of course I have feelings, and they’re all for you,” Li Huan continued to complain, “But you don’t have any for me, you just scold me and keep hitting me.”

Hearing the same sweet words he once said from a gay man’s mouth, Song Chunhui got goosebumps all over, feeling uncomfortable. Yet, his mind betrayed him, bringing up inappropriate images.

Last night, he wasn’t drunk, fully aware and experiencing everything with a man. He even watched himself being… His lower abdomen seemed to mutate, continuously bulging, and he could feel the outline with his hand, making his whole body tingle with fear.

Suddenly, Song Chunhui was startled. Why was he reminiscing about it? How disgusting and repulsive! He should be shot for being such a troublemaker!

“Get up, it’s seven-thirty,” he glared at the back of Li Huan’s head, wishing he could hammer it down.

Li Huan glanced back at Song Chunhui’s cold face, then turned away to continue complaining, “I’m drained by you, can’t get up, unless you hug me.”

What does it mean to be shamelessly invincible?

Song Chunhui had to admit, he couldn’t handle this junior who was almost a whole cycle younger than him. He had no tricks to deal with Li Huan, only endless anger.

“Hug me, wife,” Li Huan turned to face Song Chunhui, giving him a bright smile, “Last night you hugged me, panting all the way, almost peeing—”

“Shut up!” Song Chunhui interrupted harshly. Seeing Li Huan lying there shamelessly, he went up and yanked the blanket off, instantly meeting a certain little eye. He was so startled by the creepy thing that he took a step back, his eyes behind the glasses flickering.

Li Huan keenly caught Song Chunhui’s evasive gaze, so he quickly got up and out of bed, grabbing Song Chunhui’s arm and pulling him into his embrace.

“Let go! I’m warning you—” Before he could finish the warning, Song Chunhui was tightly bound by arms like iron clamps, his chest compressed so tightly that even breathing became difficult. The harsh words he couldn’t say turned into a faint hum, dissipating in the scorching embrace.

“Just one hug,” Li Huan buried his face in Song Chunhui’s neck, which smelled of soap, rubbing with his nose, and said, “After the hug, I’ll have the energy to go to work and earn money for you to spend.”

“…” The warm breath on his skin made Song Chunhui instinctively shrink his neck, struggling with his arms.

Last night, he had just managed to get the four-eyed guy to adapt to him. Li Huan wouldn’t let go of such a good opportunity.

Because he knew once Song Chunhui left this room, he would definitely cut ties with him, maybe even quit the company. So he had to strike while the iron was hot.

“Just ten seconds, okay?”

Unable to break free, Song Chunhui was actually tired of struggling.

He simply closed his eyes, imagining being hugged by a voluptuous woman, pretending that someone in this world still cared for him, needed him. It had been a long time since he felt such a warm embrace.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6…”

If only this damn gay would shut up. Song Chunhui opened his eyes in disappointment, thinking he really was a joke, so lonely that he was seeking nonexistent belonging by clinging to a man’s firm chest.

As Li Huan counted down for Song Chunhui, he slowly released his grip, confirming that Song Chunhui didn’t pull away. He then hugged him tightly again, just as the countdown ended.

He coaxed Song Chunhui seriously, “Brother Song, give me a probation period.”

“…” Song Chunhui understood but didn’t get why, besides being handsome, he attracted this brat. Why was he so fixated on him?

Wasn’t that guy he kissed last time suitable? Maybe that guy wasn’t as rich as him, and the brat was just trying to fleece him?

“Just one month,” Li Huan calculated that he could win over the four-eyed guy in a month, continuing, “If it still doesn’t work, I’ll resign and leave, won’t bother you again.”

“Didn’t you say ten seconds? Why are you still hugging?” Song Chunhui pushed Li Huan away, not giving him a glance, and as he turned to leave, he threw back, “Your words are like farts, do you even believe them? Get dressed and get to work!”

“…” Li Huan cursed inwardly, damn, he’s hard to deal with.

*

Since college, Song Chunhui had been working part-time desperately, even working through colds. For the first time, he felt the urge to strike, not wanting to do anything.

He sat on the sofa, seriously pondering Li Huan’s words just now.

If he didn’t agree, the brat would definitely keep pestering him like now, either using underhanded tactics or threatening him with the video and the oil money incident.

What a shameless bastard.

If he agreed, the brat might behave, at least he did pay him back, and he did bathe him this morning. Maybe this time the video and photos could be completely deleted.

After weighing it all, Song Chunhui had an idea. Agreeing was absolutely impossible.

The brat liked to talk nonsense, probably not many true words from his mouth. So he’d talk nonsense too, fool him for now, and move out as soon as he finished the resignation procedures.

“Wife, did you touch my phone?”

Seeing Li Huan come out dressed in a shirt and trousers, looking all proper, Song Chunhui calmly denied, “Why would I touch your phone? Don’t I have my own phone?”

Li Huan looked at Song Chunhui, puzzled, “It’s strange, I remember having 30% battery when I got to your place last night, it shouldn’t be dead overnight.”

“How would I know, hurry up and leave!” Song Chunhui impatiently shooed him away.

“By the way,” Li Huan still looked at Song Chunhui, “my phone’s fingerprint isn’t working, did you secretly unlock it with my finger while I was asleep?”

Song Chunhui stood up abruptly, not expecting to strain his already tormented waist. He frowned deeply, letting out a painful “ow,” but for the sake of face, he gritted his teeth. He was really angry, not cursing the brat a few times would be a disservice to his poor old waist.

“What are you looking at? Damn you! Is a donkey’s thing a person? In ancient times, you’d be castrated and sent to the palace as a eunuch!”

“You, I really…” Li Huan quickly went over to hold Song Chunhui, helping him sit down, then placed his palm on the strained area, slowly massaging it.

His waist was uncomfortable, so Song Chunhui didn’t resist, letting Li Huan massage him. Free labor shouldn’t be wasted, otherwise, he’d have to spend extra money at a massage parlor.

Besides, he suffered so much last night, the brat owed him a lot.

“Do you know what I was about to say?” Li Huan asked.

“None of my business.” Song Chunhui wasn’t interested, “Just massage, don’t talk.”

Li Huan chuckled, continuing, “Sometimes I really admire you, do you know what you’re like?”

“…” Song Chunhui was confused, just thinking Li Huan was a brainless idiot, spouting nonsense.

“You used to be like a firecracker, now you’re like a string of firecrackers, crackling and very noisy,” Li Huan said with conviction, as if Song Chunhui really was a string of firecrackers, “When you explode, I get hard, I really want to do you.”

Alarm bells rang in his mind, Song Chunhui pushed Li Huan away, quickly hiding behind the table, warning Li Huan, “Look at the time, being late will cost you 200 yuan!”

“Hahaha.” Li Huan laughed uncontrollably, his hand reaching for his belt, pretending to undo it, “Wife, want to check? It’s not up yet.”

Song Chunhui was on the verge of a breakdown, finally sighing helplessly, leaning against the table to persuade Li Huan, “Go to work first, I have to visit Director Wang. I’ll give you an answer about your probation period at noon, wait for me in the office.”

Li Huan got up, saying, “I don’t have a car.”

Song Chunhui: “Are your legs broken?”

Li Huan: “…So fierce.”

Song Chunhui: “Hurry up, you think the salary deduction is a joke?”

Li Huan: “I’m hungry, is there breakfast? And prepare a toothbrush and towel for me, thanks, wife.”

What a nuisance.

Reluctantly, Song Chunhui took a new towel and toothbrush from the storage cabinet, mentally noting the cost: two yuan for the towel, the toothbrush was two yuan for five, so fifty cents.

He also took a white steamed bun from the fridge, heating it in the steamer would take time, so he rinsed it under the tap to prevent cracking, then microwaved it on high for a minute.

“Wife!”

Song Chunhui was on the verge of collapse.

Li Huan poked his head out of the bathroom, asking, “Isn’t there a softer towel? This one doesn’t feel comfortable.”

“You’re picky now?” Song Chunhui scolded, “Do you have the face to be picky? Am I your dad? So much nonsense, wash your face quickly!”

“…” Li Huan thought, in a way, the four-eyed guy was like a dad.

“Hurry up, how many times do I have to urge you?!” Song Chunhui was parched and murderous, returning to the kitchen to gulp down several cups of tea, unable to calm down.

While Song Chunhui was in the kitchen, Li Huan surveyed the living room, noticing a row of hooks by the shoe rack at the door, holding umbrellas and several plastic bags, with a key on the far right hook.

He took the key, gently inserted it into the lock, and turned it, able to lock the door, then pocketed it, casually walking into the kitchen.

“Wife, where’s my breakfast?”

Immediately, a white steamed bun was tossed into his hand. Li Huan was puzzled, opening the plastic bag, asking, “What’s this?”

“Are you blind? Take it and eat on the way.” Song Chunhui priced the white bun at five yuan, he made it himself, with labor costs, really didn’t want to feed this black-hearted brat.

Li Huan: “…”

Song Chunhui: “Don’t be picky, you’re lucky to have something to eat.”

Eager to get a key made, Li Huan didn’t say much, before leaving, he forcibly hugged and kissed Song Chunhui twice, just to get him used to his touch.

After going downstairs, he took out the hot white bun, finding it unappetizing. How did the four-eyed guy eat this?

There happened to be a trash can ahead, Li Huan casually tossed it, the soft and delicious white bun spun into the can, stained with the dirt on the can’s wall, turning into a dirty bun.

*

Severely sleep-deprived, Song Chunhui’s head was foggy, lacking energy. Before leaving, he only remembered to take his briefcase and car keys, leaving his house key behind.

Despite deciding to resign, Song Chunhui couldn’t let go of the cooperation, Director Wang was just a step away. If it worked out, he wouldn’t leave in disgrace, avoiding being a laughingstock at headquarters.

To his relief, Director Wang finally agreed to cooperate with “Jinhui,” though the purchase volume wasn’t large, not meeting Song Chunhui’s expectations.

He wasn’t too disappointed, returning to the company to deal with the black-hearted brat, but before getting out of the car, his phone rang.

“Wife, I’m not in the office.”

“Where are you?” Song Chunhui sensed something was off.

“I’m at your place.”

“???”

“Hurry back, I have a surprise for you.”

When Song Chunhui drove back to his place, he saw the black-hearted brat standing in the living room, with a suitcase and a black backpack at his feet, seemingly all his belongings.

And the brat himself was smiling at him.

“Wife, I don’t want to be apart from you for even a second.”

“…”

Li Huan wrapped an arm around the still-dazed Song Chunhui, skillfully removing his glasses, then stared into his deep, expressive eyes, saying, “I know you’ll agree, right?”

Agree to what…

“If you don’t agree, then I’ll have to tie you to the bed and do it until you agree.”

“…”