Hearing You Say Love chapter 56

He Likes Me Too

Su Ming loved drawing scenes like this in comics, and he had watched quite a bit of videos for accurate details.

He’d carefully researched how to use fingers and tongue together, what expressions to make, and when to look up, all with thorough study.

He’d drawn seductive, innocent, and dazed expressions, even with whipped cream or ice, many times.

Though he had never actually done it, his theoretical knowledge was vast; he thought he wouldn’t be completely lost in front of Zou Beiyuan.

But the moment he started, he forgot everything, all the easy techniques slipping away.

Zou Beiyuan was overwhelming, just having him in his mouth was stretching his jaw, filling his mouth, bringing tears to his eyes.

Flushed, he looked up at Zou Beiyuan with an innocent expression.

Zou Beiyuan, who had initially supported himself on his elbows, instantly fell back onto the couch when Su Ming started.

Amid the ambiguous sound, Zou Beiyuan looked down at Su Ming with a tense expression, somewhere between pleasure and pain. If not for his labored breaths and low moans, Su Ming might have thought he wasn’t pleasuring him.

After adjusting, Su Ming tried one of the comic techniques, which earned a raspy sigh from Zou Beiyuan, full of restrained pleasure, making him seem irresistibly sexy.

Encouraged, Su Ming got a bit bolder, trying things that would have felt shameless in his comics.

Zou Beiyuan’s warm fingers remained in Su Ming’s hair, caressing his scalp and ears.

With the veins on Zou Beiyuan’s arm showing his intensity, Su Ming felt as if he might press him down, yet Zou Beiyuan only softly caressed his earlobe.

The size was overwhelming; Su Ming’s jaw began to ache after a short while, and tears involuntarily filled his eyes.

Zou Beiyuan eventually pulled him up, hugging and kissing him again.

Concerned for Su Ming’s comfort, Zou Beiyuan suggested using hands instead, but Su Ming insisted on finishing what he’d started. He didn’t want his first time doing this with Zou Beiyuan to end halfway, so he repositioned himself back down again.

Luckily, it was also Zou Beiyuan’s first time, and before long, he was losing control, breathlessly calling Su Ming’s name, leaving white traces on Su Ming’s face.

Zou Beiyuan immediately grabbed tissues to clean him up, poured a glass of water for him to rinse his mouth, but Su Ming was so thirsty that he accidentally drank it.

The two continued kissing, holding each other as if they’d never tire, with Zou Beiyuan taking care of Su Ming as well.

When they finally returned home and went to bed, it was close to 3 a.m. Su Ming fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, with Zou Beiyuan hugging him from behind, kissing his ear and wishing him goodnight.

Despite the late night, Zou Beiyuan still woke up early the next morning and went to the hospital.

Su Ming woke up naturally around nine, finding that the alarm had been turned off.

He found two unread messages from Zou Beiyuan on his phone:

[Sandwich and milk are on the table. Remember to eat when you wake up.] [Grandma’s lunch is already ordered. Get some more rest, baby.]

Su Ming: …

This was already the second time; he kept delaying his daytime responsibilities because he’d stayed up too late with Zou Beiyuan.

The thing was, they hadn’t even gone all the way, and yet things had already been so intense…

Recalling what happened yesterday made Su Ming’s heart race, his face flushed. Zou Beiyuan had left him feeling disoriented, the memories fragmented, with only the vivid sensations lingering, especially the feel in his mouth and on his cheeks.

Hot, slippery, and with a faint taste—not exactly unpleasant, but very… intense.

It was too much.

Su Ming pulled the blanket over his face, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. Zou Beiyuan’s passionate voice was also incredibly pleasing to hear.

The mouth wasn’t really meant for that kind of thing; although Su Ming had drawn many such scenes, he’d never quite understood the appeal.

Now, he seemed to get it. It was the desire to see the person he liked lose themselves because of him.

After getting up and freshening up, he sat at the dining table in his pajamas, noticing the milk and sandwich Zou Beiyuan had left for him.

He had assumed Zou Beiyuan had gone out to buy breakfast, but one look at the sandwich showed it was homemade.

The toast was cut unevenly, the fried egg was almost burnt, and the yolk and egg white were haphazardly mixed. The tomatoes were in odd chunks, and on closer inspection, there was even black pepper sprinkled on them.

Zou Beiyuan had said he’d never cooked before, and Su Ming believed him. This was likely Zou Beiyuan’s very first attempt at making breakfast.

As Su Ming picked up the sandwich from the plate, he felt an odd sense of occasion.

However, the fried egg was just too burnt, and biting into it was bitter.

Su Ming took out the fried egg, eating only the tomato and toast.

While washing the dishes, he noticed several burnt eggs in the kitchen trash, one of which still had a bit of eggshell attached.

Su Ming: …

This guy must have gotten up really early to experiment with eggs for him.

Though it was a bit clumsy, the thought of Zou Beiyuan making him breakfast warmed Su Ming’s heart.

Since the next day was the weekend, Fu Ruoqin had already informed them that her husband would be back, giving Su Ming and Zou Beiyuan two days off.

Su Ming wanted to invite Zou Beiyuan out to eat, watch a movie, and visit the park the next day.

Su Ming: [I ate the whole breakfast; it was super tasty!]

Zou Beiyuan: [Mm, I’ll make it for you every day.]

Su Ming: [blushing.jpg I think I’d rather eat something else from you.]

In the hospital room, Zou Beiyuan was sitting by his grandma’s bed, keeping her company during an IV session. He started smiling at Su Ming’s first message, and by the time the second one came in, his face and ears were burning.

Su Ming was really hard to handle when he flirted like that.

Zou Beiyuan could only reply with: […]

Luckily, Su Ming soon changed the topic, asking: [Will you go on a date with me tomorrow, boyfriend?]

Zou Beiyuan smiled foolishly: [Sure, Cousin Su.]

Su Ming: [punch.jpg Don’t call me ‘Cousin’ again, or I’ll really wear a dress and go out with you.]

Zou Beiyuan kept smiling: [Okay, Cousin Su.]

Song Zhixian, who had been reading on the bed, looked up as soon as Zou Beiyuan’s phone buzzed, watching as he smiled, his face and ears turning red. She noticed a familiar black hair tie on his wrist.

Song Zhixian suddenly asked, “How are things going with that cousin from the Su family?”

“Hm?” Zou Beiyuan looked down at his phone, replying to his grandma, “We’re doing well.”

After a pause, she continued, “Next month, you’re meeting your dad, and then you’ll be returning to the U.S. to prepare for the boxing match?”

Zou Beiyuan’s fingers hesitated for a moment before resuming, slower this time. “Yes.”

“Have you made arrangements with the agency over there?”

After pressing send and locking his screen, he answered without looking up, “Yes, it’s Pereira’s agency. I’ve already spoken to Pereira on the phone.”

She sighed, as if she found it difficult to continue, before asking, “Are you planning to break up when you leave?”

“No,” Zou Beiyuan looked up at her. “As Auntie said, I can come back even though I’m boxing. And if she’s willing, I could take her with me.”

“Xiao Yuan, you’ve never dated anyone before. Do you really know what kind of person you like? I think you could meet other girls; maybe you’ll find someone who’s an even better match abroad.”

Zou Beiyuan shook his head, “I don’t want anyone else.”

She frowned. “Do you really like her that much?”

He thought he saw her eyes glisten, but her face remained calm.

“Yes,” he smiled warmly. “She likes me too. Don’t worry; we’ll be just fine.”