Hearing You Say Love chapter 46
Eating
The two of them had their lips very close together; as long as Su Ming slightly raised his face, he could kiss him, but he remained still, wide-eyed, looking at Zou Beiyuan, his thoughts becoming somewhat sluggish.
What does Zou Beiyuan want me to say?
Is it the “say” I’m thinking of?
Su Ming was a bit unsure, with feelings of shame and fear subtly rising in his heart.
Zou Beiyuan gently shook his chin, as if teasing a mute child: “You mentioned on WeChat what you wanted to eat today; now I want you to say that word out loud.”
What did I say on WeChat today?
Su Ming frowned, trying hard to remember. In his mind, he saw that WeChat conversation where he had told Zou Beiyuan [I want to eat you].
Oh, he wants me to say the word “you.”
But how do I pronounce “you”?
When recalling the conversation, his mind was filled with images and characters, with an occasional vague syllable forming in his thoughts.
He carefully thought about how others pronounced this word.
He was anxious inside, feeling that it was just a breath away from being spoken, yet unable to say anything at all, which felt both familiar and terrifying.
The word “you” was stuck in his throat.
His throat became extremely painful; he reflexively swallowed, and a clear burning sensation traveled from his throat down the esophagus, stabbing straight to his stomach.
Su Ming felt that his eyes were probably red because tears were about to flow out when he blinked.
He turned his face away, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and feigned a sleepy expression, trying to cover it up.
But Zou Beiyuan quickly hugged him.
He heard Zou Beiyuan apologize to him.
“Don’t cry,” Zou Beiyuan reached out to lift his face from where it was buried in the sofa, comforting him while kissing the tears on his face, “No more talking, no more talking, even if you don’t say it, I’ll still let you eat. Don’t cry.”
Su Ming wanted to explain that he wasn’t crying, just a bit sleepy, but turned his face to avoid Zou Beiyuan’s gaze, gesturing with his hands, trying to clarify his state to him.
But the more anxious he got, the less clearly he expressed himself. His hand gestures looked as if he was pushing Zou Beiyuan away violently.
Zou Beiyuan probably thought he had messed up, looking particularly sad as he apologized to Su Ming.
Su Ming didn’t want him to be sad, yet couldn’t clarify his current state; in his desperation, more tears streamed down from his eyes.
“Don’t cry, I won’t force you.” Zou Beiyuan desperately apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Su Ming wanted to stop Zou Beiyuan from acting like this; not knowing how to gesture to make him understand, he finally had to hug Zou Beiyuan’s waist and bury his face in his chest.
After being hugged, Zou Beiyuan also quieted down, slowly stroking Su Ming’s back.
The air conditioner in the living room emitted a slight noise while working, making the room feel even quieter, allowing Su Ming’s suppressed breaths to be heard clearly.
The two of them hugged in silence for a long time, and Su Ming’s emotions gradually calmed down.
He rubbed his face against Zou Beiyuan’s clothes, lifted his head, and looked at Zou Beiyuan with red eyes.
Zou Beiyuan felt a bit flustered, not knowing how to position his hands and feet. It was the first time he had experienced a man crying in his arms, and this man was someone he liked.
So he didn’t dare to move or speak.
Then he saw Su Ming showing a somewhat aggrieved expression, taking out his phone to type: [Do you mean what you say?]
“What?” Zou Beiyuan didn’t catch on.
Su Ming took a breath, lowered his slightly swollen eyelids from crying, and continued typing, shoving the phone screen defiantly into Zou Beiyuan’s face: [You said it yourself, even if I don’t say it, I’ll still get to eat you.]
Zou Beiyuan felt both heartache and amusement; even while crying, this person still didn’t forget his initial intention to flirt.
“Sure,” Zou Beiyuan said.
He snatched Su Ming’s phone and threw it aside, pressing Su Ming down onto the sofa, turning his head to kiss him.
This was their third kiss of the day. Su Ming thought it seemed a bit too frequent; would Zou Beiyuan get tired of it?
But each time they kissed, his heart still raced the same way.
When Zou Beiyuan’s tongue slipped between his lips, Su Ming suddenly remembered that he had smoked that day.
So he pulled away, covering his mouth and shaking his head.
“What’s wrong?” Zou Beiyuan wanted to continue kissing him, pulling his hand away and lightly touching his fingers with his lips.
Su Ming used his other hand to mimic a smoking gesture.
“Are you saying you smoked?” Zou Beiyuan tried to understand him, “Is there a smell of smoke?”
Su Ming nodded, pressed his lips together, feeling a bit embarrassed and wanting to sit up.
“It’s fine,” Zou Beiyuan pressed one hand against his neck, his lips close to Su Ming’s, saying, “I like the smell of your smoke, minty; I’ve wanted to try it for a long time.”
His tongue entered again, entangling it with Su Ming’s. Su Ming felt a subtle tingling sensation at the back of his head, and soon lost the energy to think about anything else. He wrapped his arms around Zou Beiyuan’s wide and sturdy back, lost in the kiss flavored with mint and tobacco.
That evening, Su Ming originally planned to make fish soup for Zou Beiyuan and some to take to Teacher Song, but they had been too wrapped up on the sofa for too long, and by the time they thought about cooking, there wasn’t enough time to make the soup.
So he simply made a few light dishes, considering that the elderly needed to control their blood sugar, so he replaced the staple food with corn.
But Zou Beiyuan had a tasteless salad for lunch, and Su Ming couldn’t bear it, so he quickly added a spicy and tangy side dish for him.
After the two finished tidying up the kitchen, they finally stepped out the door carrying five or six takeout containers.
It was already dusk, and the green car reflected the golden light of the setting sun, exuding a serene and high-end beauty.
Su Ming sat in the passenger seat, unable to help but think that two months ago, he probably wouldn’t have believed that one day he would sincerely think this shade of green was actually very pretty.
He had to take back his initial judgment that Zou Beiyuan had poor taste; Zou Beiyuan’s aesthetic was quite on point, whether it was about choosing people or buying cars.
Speaking of cars, Su Ming thought of something important. He pulled out his phone and used an AI voice to ask Zou Beiyuan, “Su Mo said you plan to open an account with him?”
“Hmm?” Zou Beiyuan, tall with long limbs, always seemed casual when driving, but he was actually very serious about it. He glanced at Su Ming: “Yes, did Su Mo tell you?”
Su Ming replied, “Did he approach you? You don’t have to help him meet his targets just because of me. If you don’t need it, just refuse directly.”
Zou Beiyuan laughed, “That has nothing to do with you. I was going to find an agency to manage my assets anyway. It’s better to trust your brother than hand it over to strangers.”
Su Ming turned his face to look outside, feeling an inexplicable emotion rise in him, making his ears feel a bit hot. He rested his phone on his lap and fell silent.
Zou Beiyuan held the steering wheel, glanced at him again after a moment, and jokingly, yet seriously, asked, “How about you help me manage it?”
What kind of relationship would require helping each other manage these things?
“No,” Su Ming quickly typed, and the phone emitted a flat AI voice: “I don’t even manage my own money; why would I manage yours?”
While waiting for the red light, Zou Beiyuan stole a glance at Su Ming’s flushed ears, barely suppressing a chuckle.
They hadn’t arrived at the hospital long when Su Mo also showed up.
When Su Mo came in the afternoon, he was in a hurry, leaving without having the chance to say a few words to Teacher Song.
So, he specifically bought some fruit after work, making it a formal visit.
The beloved kids were all around, and Song Zhixian smiled widely: “I know you two brothers are filial, but you don’t have to come running here every day. Su Mo, you’re so busy with work; hurry home and spend time with your girlfriend.”
Su Mo, who was helping to set the table, looked up and seriously corrected his teacher, “I don’t have a girlfriend yet.”
Song Zhixian exclaimed, “Didn’t you say you had a girlfriend when you called me last time?”
Su Mo replied, “It didn’t work out…”
Su Ming paused and signed, What about the person you called yesterday?
Su Mo, rarely showing any shyness, rubbed his nose and said, “I’m still pursuing her; I haven’t won her over yet.”
Still pursuing while being so ambiguous and giddy on the phone? Who is he kidding?
Su Ming didn’t want to expose him; after all, Su Mo had been dating since high school, and his romantic issues weren’t something he, as an older brother, needed to worry about.
Sure enough, Teacher Song continued, “When you were in high school, weren’t you very eager to date? How come you still haven’t gotten married? Your brother too; Zou Beiyuan is the same. They both look good but can’t find wives. I think you all are just too picky.”
Su Mo almost choked at the thought of his brother and Zou Beiyuan—Teacher, your grandson is not lacking in finding a wife; damn it, he’s found my brother as a wife!
Right now, I’m the only handsome single dog in front of you!
“Alright, mom, stop,” Fu Ruoqin couldn’t bear to listen any longer. “Anyone over twenty who comes into this ward will have to be lectured by you, right?”
“No, I just asked these three,” Teacher Song defended herself
That’s because you’re too afraid to ask the nurses; I see you can hardly hold back!
Fu Ruoqin managed to refrain from criticizing her, glanced at the almost empty IV drip, and said, “I’ll go call the nurse to seal your line.”
Song Zhixian turned back to Su Mo, asking about the girl he was pursuing: what she does, where she’s from, and how they met.
Su Mo didn’t want to go into too much detail so he spoke vaguely.
Dinner was served on the table, and Su Ming and Zou Beiyuan sat side by side on the sofa, their heads huddled together over a phone screen, laughing at whatever they were looking at.
Su Mo glanced at their almost intertwined fingers, stood up, and subtly blocked Teacher Song’s view of the sofa.
After dinner, Su Ming picked the grapes Su Mo had bought one by one and put them in a basket, preparing to take them to the bathroom to wash.
He stood up with the basket, and Zou Beiyuan naturally reached out to support him.
Entering the independent bathroom at the entrance, Su Ming placed the basket in the sink and signed to Zou Beiyuan: You go out and keep Grandma company; I can do it alone.
Zou Beiyuan turned on the faucet, not bothering to control his volume: “No, I want to keep you company.”
The bathroom had no door, resembling a small open pantry. The voices from the bathroom were clearly audible; whatever they said could be easily heard.
Su Ming was startled, putting his finger over his lips, signaling for him to be quieter.
Fortunately, Su Mo was chatting with his aunt and Teacher Song, so no one noticed this side.
He reached his hand into the clear water, his slender fingers appearing even more delicate and fair among the deep purple grapes. Zou Beiyuan couldn’t help but reach out to hold his hand.
Su Ming broke free, but Zou Beiyuan grabbed him again.
Su Ming: ?
He raised his chin, looking at Zou Beiyuan with a “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” expression.
But Zou Beiyuan looked serious: “I’m washing them with you.”
Su Ming: …
Zou Beiyuan’s large hand easily wrapped around his, his long, thick fingers slipping between Su Ming’s, his palm warm, intimately pressing against the back of Su Ming’s hand.
The round, shiny grapes were polished to a gleaming sheen, each one washed by their intertwined fingers.
They had been washing for a long time until Fu Ruoqin shouted from outside, “Xiao Yuan, are you secretly eating? Why is it taking you so long to finish washing the grapes?”
In the cold water, Zou Beiyuan hooked Su Ming’s fingertip and lazily replied, “I’m just tasting to see if they’re sweet for you.”
Hearing this, Su Ming casually picked a grape from the basket, peeled it, and fed it to Zou Beiyuan.
Zou Beiyuan opened his mouth, took it in, and suddenly leaned down to kiss him. Taking advantage of Su Ming’s surprise, before he could pull away, Zou Beiyuan used his tongue to push the grape into Su Ming’s mouth.
Outside, Fu Ruoqin asked again, “Is it sweet?”
Zou Beiyuan wiped Su Ming’s lips with his thumb and said, “Very sweet.”