Hearing You Say Love chapter 62
Say ‘hmm’ For Me
After Su Ming finished writing, he saw Zou Beiyuan freeze for a moment, seemingly not understanding exactly where he was referring to. A few seconds later, Zou Beiyuan’s face and ears turned bright red.
Off-camera, Su Ming suppressed a smile.
This silly wolf is so fun to tease.
The silly wolf stuttered a little, “N-now?”
Su Ming shifted his position, sitting cross-legged, with the soft pillow on his lap. His lower body was out of view in the video. He asked in sign language: Is now not a good time?
His facial expression while signing was especially pure and serious, making Zou Beiyuan think that perhaps he was overthinking things. Su Ming just wanted to express that he was in pain and needed comfort.
“My dad is home,” Zou Beiyuan said.
Seeing how seriously he answered, Su Ming tried to suppress his laughter and asked, Does your dad come into your room?
Fearing that Zou Beiyuan wouldn’t understand long sentences, Su Ming signed very slowly, his pale fingers moving gracefully on the screen with a beauty that was uniquely his, almost like the fingers were dancing.
Meanwhile, his exposed chest was still covered with ambiguous marks, adding a touch of eroticism to the otherwise elegant and pure scene.
At this moment, Zou Beiyuan could no longer control his imagination. His voice lowered as he responded, “No.”
Su Ming: Then what are you afraid of?
Zou Beiyuan stared at the cushion on Su Ming’s lap for a few seconds and cautiously asked, “Does it really hurt that much?”
Su Ming, while signing, even furrowed his brows in distress: It really hurts.
“Then…” Zou Beiyuan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, seeming a bit hesitant. “Then I can… help you take a look? Would it feel better?”
Off-screen, Su Ming was almost unable to control his laughter, not wanting Zou Beiyuan to notice that his body was trembling from laughing. He tightly gripped the pillow with his fingers, struggling to hold it in.
After a while, he managed to hold back his laughter and calmed down. He signed again: Maybe… I’m in so much pain, I didn’t even put on pajama pants.
He heard Zou Beiyuan softly gasp, then frown and ask, “You’re not wearing anything down there?”
Su Ming held back his laughter: Yeah.
Zou Beiyuan paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, “Are the curtains closed?”
Su Ming desperately struggled to keep himself from laughing, still appearing calm on the screen: “They’re closed.”
“Mm,” Zou Beiyuan’s voice sounded noticeably tense, “Let me take a look.”
Su Ming moved back a little so that the phone camera could frame his entire body. Then he slowly took away the pillow. The slightly long hem of his pajama top covered his thighs, and his lower body was naked, he was really wearing nothing.
Two snow-white legs were crossed on the gray leather sofa, and under the hem of the pajama top was a dark color that was very suggestive.
Su Ming seemed a little shy, his bare toes were curled up and slightly red.
Neither of them spoke. Zou Beiyuan’s eyes fell on Su Ming’s lower body with a serious expression.
Su Ming shyly and slowly spread his legs apart and placed them on the armrests of the sofa, leaned back, and leaned lazily against the backrest.
The camera captured his jaw and his white teeth biting his lips, making them look bright red.
In the video, Zou Beiyuan’s chest heaving became noticeably more intense, and his heavy breathing could be faintly heard through the phone.
Su Ming spread his legs wide, as if exposing his body to Zou Beiyuan.
Yesterday, they had been doing it from behind, and Zou Beiyuan had never seen this side of Su Ming before. His face flushed as blood rushed to his head, and he couldn’t suppress himself from calling Su Ming’s name.
Su Ming let out a soft “Mm,” holding the hem of his pajama top with both hands and slowly pulling it up…
But the seductive scene Zou Beiyuan was eagerly anticipating did not appear.
Su Ming had tricked him.
Underneath, he was wearing a pair of white boxer briefs.
And Su Ming only let him catch a glimpse before covering himself back up. Laughter immediately came through the phone.
The impact of that fleeting glance hadn’t even settled in Zou Beiyuan’s mind when Su Ming’s laughter left him completely stunned.
This was the first time he had heard Su Ming laugh.
He had heard Su Ming’s breathing, heard the unconscious sounds he made when he was emotional, and heard his hesitant “Mm.”
And now, for the first time, he heard his laugh—a laugh like a young boy’s, lasting for quite a while. Su Ming sounded genuinely happy.
Zou Beiyuan, who had been in a terrible mood earlier that afternoon after dealing with his father, Zou Hanming, suddenly felt a wave of lightness. He couldn’t help but laugh as well, saying, “You trickster, I’ll deal with you when I get back.”
After laughing enough, Su Ming asked him, Did you take a good look?
“I didn’t see it clearly,” Zou Beiyuan replied in a low, amused voice. “Let me take a closer look.”
Su Ming signed: Not letting you. I’m going to draw now.
“Drawing educational comics?”
Su Ming signed: Yes.
“Don’t hang up,” Zou Beiyuan said as he leaned back further against the headboard, making a request. “Put your phone on the work desk. I want to look at you a little longer.”
Looking at Zou Beiyuan’s face, Su Ming agreed without much hesitation. He found a stand, set up the phone, and began working on his drawing tablet. From the screen, Zou Beiyuan could see his focused profile.
The tablet glowed faintly, obscuring the details of the drawing, but Zou Beiyuan knew he was working on that week’s update for Rabbit Conspiracy, Wolf Trail.
This mischievous guy, fooling people with his innocent and naive demeanor, claiming to draw children’s educational comics—when in reality, they were anything but innocent. Bold and wild, he knew far more than he let on. Yet, Zou Beiyuan had fallen completely for his act.
As Zou Beiyuan pondered when he might expose Su Ming’s alternate identity as the risqué artist “Shu Yu Ming Jin” to startle him, he noticed Su Ming grab a milk-flavored lollipop from the drawer. He unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth.
“Why are you eating my candy?” Zou Beiyuan suddenly asked.
Su Ming glanced at him, seemingly just remembering the video call was still on. He grabbed a sticky note and wrote: Don’t be stingy. I’m quitting smoking.
He then lowered his head and resumed working without saying more.
Quitting smoking?
Zou Beiyuan thought of what Yu Dian and his other friends had said yesterday afternoon.
Was Su Ming quitting smoking—for me?
The person on the screen was focused and serious, with a hint of sternness on his face—making it almost impossible to imagine the shocking content he was creating.
Zou Beiyuan stared at Su Ming’s profile for a few minutes before picking up his tablet from the bedside table and opening the Jam Comics app.
Su Ming, absorbed in his work, lost track of time. After an unknown period, he heard Zou Beiyuan calling his name through the phone.
He glanced up at the screen, which now displayed the ceiling for some reason. Su Ming saw the stylish spherical light fixture in Zou Beiyuan’s bedroom.
Zou Beiyuan was likely on his bed, possibly preparing to sleep, having left the phone on the covers. Still, Su Ming knew Zou Beiyuan was undoubtedly watching him.
He signed to the camera: Are you going to sleep? Should I hang up?
“Wait,” Zou Beiyuan’s voice was hoarse, low, and magnetic. “Let me look at you a little longer.”
Su Ming couldn’t refuse, so he turned back to his drawing.
A few minutes later, Zou Beiyuan called him again, “Su Ming.”
Distracted by his work, Su Ming responded absentmindedly with a simple “Hmm.”
The breathing on the other end became heavier, almost panting. “Su Ming…”
Still preoccupied, Su Ming responded, “Hmm,” without noticing anything unusual.
After a while, the sound of Zou Beiyuan’s breathing grew noticeably erratic, and it seemed he was no longer trying to hide it. He called Su Ming’s name again, his voice almost out of control.
Su Ming froze, finally realizing what Zou Beiyuan was doing. The phone on the bed moved with the rhythm, and Su Ming could see the light fixture swaying back and forth.
Su Ming’s face turned burning hot, his heart pounding in his chest.
How could this little wolf be so shameless, doing such a thing during their video call!
Panicking, Su Ming quickly pushed the phone stand aside to keep the camera from capturing his blushing face.
“Su Ming,” Zou Beiyuan said between ragged breaths. “Give me another ‘hmm.’ Hurry.”
Su Ming: …
Su Ming couldn’t say a word!
“Baby,” Zou Beiyuan’s hoarse voice was barely audible now, “please, just once. Say ‘hmm’ for me, baby.”
Su Ming’s breathing also grew heavier. Dizzy and overwhelmed, he put his pen down, covered his face with both hands, and, amidst the chaos of his pounding heart, let out a long, trembling “Hmm.”
…
The spherical light in the phone screen finally stilled, and Zou Beiyuan’s breathing began to calm. Su Ming heard the sound of slippers on the floor, followed by running water.
It felt like an eternity to him.
When Zou Beiyuan finally returned and directed the phone back at his face, his expression was calm and composed.
Su Ming’s phone was hot to the touch, though his face had cooled somewhat. Looking into the camera, he signed: Weren’t you worried about your dad being home while you were doing that?
“Doing what?” Zou Beiyuan asked, feigning innocence. “I just took a shower. Why? Did you finish your drawing?”
Su Ming: …
Denying it outright? Unbelievable! Who was the one begging me earlier, calling me ‘baby’?
I really should have recorded the video just now.
“What are you spacing out for?” Zou Beiyuan’s lazy voice brought him back. “Keep drawing. Once you’re done, I’ll go to sleep too.”
Su Ming raised his hand, intending to say something, but seeing that Zou Beiyuan was already engrossed in his tablet, he quietly lowered his hand in resignation.
Zou Beiyuan stayed with him until midnight, then urged him to stop working and go to bed.
Su Ming, feeling equally exhausted, turned off his computer and tablet before heading back to his bedroom with his phone in hand.
The bedding on the bed was something Zou Beiyuan had changed for him.
That guy might be hopeless in the kitchen, but he was meticulous at making the bed. The room no longer bore any signs of the chaos they caused yesterday.
Lying down, Su Ming raised his phone and signed goodnight to Zou Beiyuan.
Zou Beiyuan watched him quietly for a while before suddenly holding up his hand, showing the black hair tie around his wrist. He said, “I used this hand.”
Zou Beiyuan had once mentioned that the hair tie was a keepsake from the first time Su Ming did something intimate with him.
Su Ming lay on his pillow, his eyes curving into a smile, and nodded toward the phone.
“Goodnight,” Zou Beiyuan also lay down, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He reminded him, “Think of me tomorrow too.”