Hearing You Say Love chapter 55

Say You Like Me

Su Ming kept Zou Beiyuan company until he finished his training, but he was already on the verge of dozing off.

By then, most people had left the boxing gym, with only two staff members still tidying up the place.

Outside the huge one-way glass wall, the city’s night view was dim and quiet. The sky was overcast, without a single star, creating a still and heavy atmosphere.

Su Ming grabbed onto Zou Beiyuan’s arm to stand up, rubbing his eyes, looking adorably sleepy.

“I told you it would be boring, but you insisted on coming,” Zou Beiyuan said in a reproachful tone, though his voice was gentle.

He led Su Ming to his lounge room, pointed to the sofa, and told him to sit down, saying he’d shower and change before heading home.

Su Ming, in his sleepy state, obediently followed instructions, walking over and sitting down, leaning his head on the sofa back with half-closed eyes, looking especially well-behaved.

When Zou Beiyuan finished showering, he found the person who had joked about sneaking around was already asleep on the sofa.

Su Ming’s head was tilted slightly, soft white light casting a gentle shadow of his eyelashes onto his cheeks. His nose was straight, his lips charmingly shaped, and his peaceful sleeping posture resembled a delicate sculpture.

Kneeling in front of the sofa, Zou Beiyuan leaned in to lightly touch his nose with his own.

Su Ming was in a deep sleep and didn’t wake up from the touch.

After squatting for a bit, Zou Beiyuan quietly picked him up, preparing to carry him to the car.

But as soon as Su Ming’s body left the sofa, he instinctively stirred awake. Zou Beiyuan set him down again, still crouching to look at him.

Su Ming was groggy, not quite sure where he was, but seeing that it was Zou Beiyuan in front of him made him feel at ease.

Dazed, he rubbed his eyes a bit, slowly coming to and signing to him: You’re done?

“Yeah,” Zou Beiyuan replied, “Let’s head home.”

Su Ming nodded, then remembered something and, wrapping his arms around Zou Beiyuan’s neck, leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Zou Beiyuan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Finally remembered you’re here to sneak around?”

Su Ming smiled with half-closed eyes and nodded again.

“No more sneaking around,” Zou Beiyuan said, helping him stand. “You’re too sleepy to even stand straight. Time to head home.”

But Su Ming leaned forward again, sleepy yet seeking a kiss, standing on tiptoe to reach Zou Beiyuan’s lips.

Lifting him up by the hips, Zou Beiyuan continued kissing him, carrying him towards the door.

Held high, Su Ming kissed down, hands cradling Zou Beiyuan’s face.

The feeling was a bit new, as if he were the one in control.

He liked it a lot.

When he kissed Zou Beiyuan’s eyelids, he noticed a faint scar on his right eyebrow.

It was an old scar, slightly raised from tissue overgrowth, and lighter in color than the surrounding skin.

He brushed his fingers over it for a moment, and Zou Beiyuan explained, “A few years ago, my brow bone got broken.”

Su Ming stopped, looking at him with a pained expression, then leaned in to softly kiss the scar.

They kissed for a long time by the door until there was a knock.

Outside, Jiang Zufan’s voice called, “Beiyuan, are you still in there?”

Zou Beiyuan replied calmly, “Changing clothes.”

Jiang Zufan asked if he wanted to join them for a late-night snack, but Zou Beiyuan declined.

Jiang Zufan said, “Alright, we’re heading out then.”

Zou Beiyuan responded, “Got it.”

Hearing voices outside, Su Ming was now fully awake.

He looked at Zou Beiyuan’s face, realizing that Zou Beiyuan didn’t seem as angry anymore but still didn’t look entirely pleased.

He kissed back quietly without much passion, as though he still needed some reassuring.

Su Ming kissed him again, breathing a bit heavier, and signed, Still mad?

With deep, dark eyes, he looked at Zou Beiyuan with concern, like he was silently saying: If you’re still upset, I’ll kiss you longer.

“Just a little,” Zou Beiyuan replied.

Su Ming lifted his shirt.

While taking it off, his hair tie slipped, causing his slightly longer hair to fall against his pale shoulders.

He wasn’t particularly thin, but his arms were much smaller than Zou Beiyuan’s, and his shoulders and back looked delicate in comparison, as if Zou Beiyuan could break him with a squeeze.

Zou Beiyuan looked up at him, his chin resting against Su Ming’s smooth chest.

In Zou Beiyuan’s broad, muscular embrace, Su Ming appeared very delicate, his collarbone prominent, and the small red marks on his chest charming and lovely.

Zou Beiyuan kissed his collarbone, and Su Ming responded with a soft, muffled sound, his chest arching, fingers tracing along Zou Beiyuan’s jawline, lightly holding his very short hair.

This mix of innocence and passion from Su Ming was too much for Zou Beiyuan to handle. In a few steps, he lay back on the sofa, holding Su Ming on top of him

Since the sofa didn’t seem clean enough, Zou Beiyuan laid himself underneath, letting Su Ming rest on him.

Su Ming, like a small animal, licked Zou Beiyuan’s lips, then his chin, played with his canines for a moment, then let go and began exploring his neck with his tongue.

He then lifted himself up and slid his fingers under Zou Beiyuan’s shirt hem.

Su Ming explored Zou Beiyuan’s abs and then moved up to feel his chest. When the muscles were relaxed, they felt soft yet warm and firm. Su Ming contentedly breathed in, burying his face in Zou Beiyuan’s neck.

Zou Beiyuan held him, lying back slightly to make it easier for him to touch him. Su Ming pushed up Zou Beiyuan’s white T-shirt completely, straddling him as he knelt on top, pressing their bare skin together after he was done exploring.

One of Zou Beiyuan’s hands held Su Ming’s waist while his other hand brushed all of Su Ming’s hair behind his ear, fingers threading through his hair and pressing gently against his scalp to tilt Su Ming’s face up for a kiss.

The room temperature was just right, the lighting bright. The soft hum of the air conditioner and ventilation fan filled the background, and occasionally footsteps passed by the door, coming and going.

In the soft white light, they kissed quietly as Zou Beiyuan guided Su Ming’s hand to his waistband. Su Ming obediently stroked him.

Zou Beiyuan’s breath grew rapid and heavy, and he called Su Ming’s name, saying, “Su Ming, I like you,” confessing his feelings while guiding Su Ming’s hand to touch him.

“Su Ming…” Zou Beiyuan panted, repeatedly asking Su Ming to answer his question, “Do you like me, Su Ming?” Su Ming’s lips brushed against his, and since he wouldn’t answer, Zou Beiyuan turned his face away, refusing the kiss until Su Ming had no choice but to say, “Mm.”

Zou Beiyuan became a bit more excited, moving his hips slightly and reaching to remove Su Ming’s pants, pressing them close together as he had before.

“Don’t just say ‘Mm,’” Zou Beiyuan coaxed, demanding more, “Say you like me.”

“Su Ming, say you like me.”

Su Ming gasped, his mouth open, making small sounds as he struggled, his eyes brimming with tears. 

Zou Beiyuan remembered the pet name from a comic and thought Su Ming might prefer it, so he whispered in a rough voice, “Baby, your body is so soft.”

“Baby, I really like you.”

“Baby, can you say you like me?”

Su Ming was nearly going crazy; he couldn’t utter anything, couldn’t reach Zou Beiyuan’s lips, plus Zou Beiyuan kept asking him to speak.

With red eyes, he broke free from Zou Beiyuan’s hand, shifted down, and kissed Zou Beiyuan’s hip bone. Then, holding him, he opened his mouth and took him in.