Beta Chapter 59: I Want You

Chapter 59: I Want You

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

“Ahchoo—” Just as Duan Yizhou pushed open the door to his resting room, he saw Luo Songran, completely drenched, sneezing with his back to him. Even the cuffs of his pants were dripping wet, and the gaze under his glasses suddenly turned dark.

Rubbing his itchy nose, Luo Songran felt uncomfortable with the wet clothes sticking to his skin. Just as he thought of taking them off, his head was enveloped by a warm coat. The familiar scent of sandalwood passed through his nose—it was Duan Yizhou’s scent.

“Why did you suddenly come here?”

He turned around in surprise, only to see Duan Yizhou behind him, but the man’s expression was grim. He thought his sudden appearance had disrupted Duan Yizhou’s meeting. With lowered brows and eyes, Luo Songran said, “I didn’t want to stay at home alone, so I thought of coming to the company to surprise you, to give you flowers, ahchoo—”

He sneezed again.

“Go take a shower first.” Duan Yizhou didn’t say much as he led him into the bathroom, his brows furrowed in concern. “You’re pregnant now. If you catch a cold and have a fever from getting wet in the rain, it’ll be very uncomfortable. Plus, you can’t take medicine or get shots. You shouldn’t have gone out in such heavy rain.”

When they reached the bathroom door, Luo Songran suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Seeing him hesitating to enter, Duan Yizhou asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Did I upset you again?” Luo Songran’s eyes turned slightly red as he looked at Duan Yizhou. His tear ducts seemed unusually low, as if he wanted to cry. He reached out and tugged at the hem of Duan Yizhou’s clothes, “I’m sorry, I was wrong…”

Tears began to fall. The young man, soaked from head to toe, looked somewhat embarrassed, and seeing him blaming himself and shedding tears made Duan Yizhou feel soft and distressed.

“No, I’m just worried about you getting sick.” Duan Yizhou sensed that this little guy’s emotions seemed unstable, especially after their argument earlier, Luo Songran seemed to have changed a bit.

He became particularly cautious and sensitive, perhaps because of the pregnancy. This made him regret why he had to argue with a pregnant man out of anger; emotions during pregnancy were indeed volatile.

“Did I disturb your meeting?” Luo Songran asked softly, looking up at Duan Yizhou.

Duan Yizhou frowned again at the sound of his voice, and if he didn’t take a shower now, he might really get sick. His airways were already starting to close up, so he followed the little guy into the bathroom. “No, my dad lied to me. There’s no board meeting. I’ll wash with you.”

“You’ll shower with me?” Luo Songran’s tone suddenly perked up, his eyes brightened.

Seeing this little guy’s eyes shining like a puppy seeing a bone, compared to his previous gloomy expression, Duan Yizhou preferred this side of Luo Songran. Compared to last week, he would rather Luo Songran continue to be carefree. Then he wouldn’t suddenly become so sensitive; it made him feel sorry.

He didn’t need this kind of way to prove that Luo Songran liked him. He knew in his heart that this little guy couldn’t do without him anymore. Wasn’t that enough?

“Yeah.”

The two spent about half an hour in the shower.

Duan Yizhou wrapped Luo Songran in a large bath towel, and seeing the faint blush on the young man’s cheeks after being soaked in hot water, coupled with being wrapped in a towel by him, made him look cute and obedient. In front of him, Luo Songran was an easily controlled existence.

Luo Songran noticed that Duan Yizhou had been staring at him. Perhaps because he hadn’t put his glasses back on after taking them off, the man’s gaze was even gentler than when he wore glasses. The close distance made his heartbeat accelerate.

This accelerated heartbeat feeling was something he had felt before. He was just being stubborn and wouldn’t admit that he had fallen for Duan Yizhou.

His gaze moved from Duan Yizhou’s eyes downward, passing over his straight nose, and finally landed on his thin lips. Subconsciously swallowing, as if recalling something, he couldn’t help but moisten his lips, then leaned forward instinctively, resting his hand on Duan Yizhou’s shoulder and tiptoed to kiss him.

The atmosphere became a bit ambiguous, and the steam in the bathroom still lingered, seemingly escalating due to this kiss, spreading warmth around them.

Being kissed by the young man in front of him, was it a test or a sign of weakness? Duan Yizhou lowered his gaze, his eyes passing over the fair shoulder not covered by the towel, the delicate collarbone moving slightly with each breath.

In the midst of their breaths, the sweet and cold scent of citrus rose intertwined with the coolness of his pheromones, blending with the scent of sandalwood and amber. Because of the sexual agent, because of this child, they were the embodiment of the pheromone paradox, so their love was traceable, and now it was even more logical.

His hand wrapped around Luo Songran’s slender waist, and he lowered his head to deepen the kiss. A kiss was the most expressive act of emotions. A light kiss was gentle, a deep kiss was a strong desire after tenderness. It was no exception for them.

Luo Songran felt a bit tired standing, and Duan Yizhou noticed, so he lifted him onto the sink. One sat and one stood, continuing to deepen this kiss.

After about ten minutes, Duan Yizhou carried Luo Songran out of the bathroom. The two lay on the soft large bed, embracing each other and continuing the interrupted kiss from earlier.

“… Duan Yizhou.”

Perhaps because the kiss lasted a bit long, after Duan Yizhou left Luo Songran’s lips, he heard the person behind him calling out to him in a coquettish manner, their voice tinged with a faint breathlessness, full of coyness, making his heart itch. He pulled Luo Songran into his arms, lowered his head to kiss his freshly washed hair, “What’s wrong?”

“I really like you.” Luo Songran reached out to embrace Duan Yizhou, holding him tightly, sticking to him, then buried his face in his chest, “I don’t want to disappoint you, so I want to love you well and make up for my previous behavior towards you.”

Duan Yizhou chuckled lightly, his voice filled with indulgence. Where was his anger now? When Luo Songran returned home, half of his anger dissipated. He knew he was a rational lover, with a logical mind and a sensitive heart. So he watched himself fall into the fantasy of love given to him by Luo Songran with rationality throughout.

There might be some unwillingness, but getting a response in the end meant he wasn’t aggrieved. Because he knew he would definitely get a response from Luo Songran. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked everything to give all his affection. He was bold, reckless, and very confident that he would get Luo Songran.

Both he and his heart would be satisfied.

“Alright, I believe you. Isn’t that a great improvement?” Luo Songran nestled in Duan Yizhou’s arms, the overwhelming sense of security enveloping him like never before, completely making up for his week of anxiety and restlessness.

He buried his face in Duan Yizhou’s neck, softly requesting, “I want you to hold me when we sleep in the future.”

Last night, he fell asleep too quickly! He hadn’t even had the chance to fully feel Duan Yizhou’s embrace before drifting off. The first time he despised his own sleep style.

“Why?” Duan Yizhou captured Luo Songran’s eager expression in his eyes, knowingly asking with a smile.

“I used to sleep hugging a pillow. It had your scent on it, and smelling it made me feel very comfortable and I fell asleep immediately. But now, I want to sleep hugging you.” Luo Songran glanced up at him, “You’re my husband, I can hug you if I want.”

Duan Yizhou chuckled, rubbing Luo Songran’s head, “Now you appreciate my goodness?”

“Is it too late?”

“Not too late.”

“Was I making you very sad before?”

“A bit.”

“Then I’ll slowly make it up to you.” Luo Songran’s hand caressed Duan Yizhou’s chest, his greedy thoughts focused on his hand, “Make up for those things that made you sad, little by little.”

Duan Yizhou pressed Luo Songran’s mischievous hand against his chest, preventing him from touching randomly, “Just be obedient now, take care of yourself and our little baby, and I’ll be very happy.”

Luo Songran pouted, “Why should I take care of myself on my own? Aren’t you going to take care of me?”

“I can’t be by your side all the time, but I always want to be with you.” Duan Yizhou thought of the heavy rain just now when this little rascal still went out. He sat up slightly, looking at the bouquet of roses on the table that had been battered by the rain.

Seeing him looking at the roses, Luo Songran quickly said, “I wanted to give these to you just now, but it started pouring suddenly. However, I was halfway there in the car, so I still wanted to go and buy you a bouquet.” Then he sighed, “But the flowers got ruined by the rain.”

“I’m very happy.”

“Huh?” Luo Songran looked up. He plunged into Duan Yizhou’s ink-like yet gentle eyes. The powerful yet gentle feeling emanating from this man always made him trance-like. Perhaps it was this overwhelming tolerance that made him lose himself in love, arrogant in indulgence.

“I mean, I’m happy that you did this for me.” Duan Yizhou sat up, went to the table, took the bouquet of roses, and sat down on the bed. Although many petals of the roses in the bouquet had been ruined by the rain, it didn’t hinder the conveyance of this sentiment.

Just like the sudden heavy rain just now, fierce and straightforward.

“Are you really happy?” Luo Songran sat up, kneeling beside Duan Yizhou. He looked at the bouquet of roses that had become unsightly, his expression slightly disgusted.

“Of course, I’m happy. I’ll be happy with everything you do for me. But please don’t do this in the future. I’ll worry a lot. What if something happens while you’re driving in such heavy rain?” Duan Yizhou lifted him onto his lap, fiddling with the roses beside him that had been ruined by the rain, picking up a petal between his fingers.

Luo Songran stared at Duan Yizhou’s slender fingers playing with the roses, blushing inexplicably.

“…Duan Yizhou.”

Perhaps catching this change in Luo Songran, he raised an eyebrow, “Hmm, what’s wrong?”

“You playing with these roses looks a bit… suggestive.” Luo Songran took Duan Yizhou’s hand as he played with the roses, pinching his fingertips and crushing the rose petals on his fingertips.

Then he heard a low, gentle laughter from above, “Is that so?”

Luo Songran listened to Duan Yizhou’s laughter and felt his ears heat up a bit. Without lifting his head, he just stared at Duan Yizhou’s hand, growing more and more greedy as he looked at it. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and took a bite.

Duan Yizhou was speechless. The little rascal’s action made him laugh uncontrollably, “Why bite me? Are you angry?”

“No, I just want to,” Luo Songran deliberately let his tongue graze over Duan Yizhou’s fingertips, then looked up at him, emotions swirling in his eyes, “Maybe I miss you too much, I really want you.”

Duan Yizhou felt the warmth and moisture pass over his fingertips, spreading a tingling sensation to his heart. He met Luo Songran’s confused gaze, full of desire and urgency, emotions so clear and intense.

“But you can’t,” he coaxed gently, lowering his head to kiss the corner of Luo Songran’s lips, “Because you’re pregnant.”

“But I feel so fond of you now, fond to the point where I feel I must do something to make it real, to feel forgiven by you,” Luo Songran hugged Duan Yizhou’s shoulder, sounding a bit sullen after being rejected, “Not even a little?”

Duan Yizhou chuckled at Luo Songran’s sulky pout. This was exactly what he had been waiting for—Luo Songran’s affection. This was the sense of security he desired.

“I can already feel your affection.”

“But I feel it’s not enough.”

“It’s okay. After you give birth, we can do whatever we want for as long as we want. Just endure a little longer, okay, darling?”

Luo Songran was stirred by Duan Yizhou’s words, the excitement of falling in love, the sweetness overflowing from his heart, the irresistible desire to be with this person in front of him. This was the strongest feeling he had felt since understanding his own feelings.

Sitting face to face in Duan Yizhou’s embrace, he looked into his eyes, “cousin.”

“What’s up?” Duan Yizhou was amused by this sweet “cousin”. This guy really knew how to play him, from calling him husband to now calling him cousin. It made him feel ecstatic from yesterday to now.

“If my Dad insists that you have to become his son-in-law for us to get married, what would you do?”

Duan Yizhou smiled, “I’ll go tell him I agree tomorrow.”

 

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