Hearing You Say Love chapter 61
Do you want to see?
The next day, Zou Beiyuan took an 8 a.m. flight to Ninggang with Joyce.
Worried about waking Su Ming up, Zou Beiyuan didn’t even turn on the alarm, but when the phone vibrated for the first time, Su Ming still woke up.
He kissed Su Ming and told him that he must think of him every day. Su Ming, still groggy, nodded a few times and pressed his face against Zou Beiyuan’s chest, like a little animal, looking very reluctant to part.
Zou Beiyuan’s tough guy heart almost melted. He wished he could stuff Su Ming into his luggage and take him along.
After Zou Beiyuan left, Su Ming slept a little longer, but without his muscular pillow, he couldn’t sleep soundly. The soreness in his body gradually woke him up, and the places that had been stretched by the little wolf yesterday hurt especially badly.
There was no choice. In the end, he barely dragged himself out of bed.
His legs were still weak, and he had to hold onto the sink to brush his teeth. The V-neck of his pajamas revealed his skin covered with hickeys from their intimacy, and his chest still felt sore. Rubbing against the pajama fabric was like a burn.
Su Ming finally understood what it meant to overestimate himself. He really shouldn’t have provoked Zou Beiyuan yesterday.
A boxer can’t tolerate being provoked, and in the end, both of them lost control. Su Ming still remembered crying hard, while Zou Beiyuan comforted him, gently kissing his earlobe and the back of his neck, kissing away his tears, but his movements were still rough.
His whole body was shaking, the room was shaking, and even the sky seemed to be shaking. Zou Beiyuan had held him tightly from behind, making him feel like he was going to break, but he still wanted Zou Beiyuan to go deeper, to hurt him more.
Going too far had consequences, and now Su Ming felt like a wreck.
The phone beside him buzzed with a WeChat message.
Zou Beiyuan: [I’ve arrived.]
Su Ming: [Mm.]
Zou Beiyuan: [You can rest a bit more, I’ll order food for my grandma. Don’t cook today.]
This was already the third time, Su Ming thought with a bit of guilt. Not only had he slept with Teacher Song’s precious grandson, but he had also delayed the things he had promised Teacher Song. It was really inappropriate.
Su Ming: [I’ll deliver the food in the evening. The ingredients are all prepared. If we don’t eat it today, it won’t be fresh tomorrow.]
Zou Beiyuan: [Are you feeling okay?]
Su Ming: [Angry.jpg]
Su Ming: [I can handle it a couple more times!]
Zou Beiyuan: [Alright, wait for me to come back.]
Su Ming was brushing his teeth and couldn’t help but curve his lips a little.
Zou Beiyuan: [I’ll video call you in the evening.]
Su Ming froze for a moment. Video call?
How would he do that? Would he use sign language in front of the camera?
Su Ming had never video called anyone. The only thing his phone was used for was texting.
He had drawn some video call scenes in his comics before… Su Ming slowed his hand while brushing his teeth, and his face turned a little red.
Su Ming: [Oh.]
After finishing his morning routine, Su Ming ate the “Finally Not Burnt” egg sandwich that Zou Beiyuan had made for him, then sat back at his work desk.
Drawing a serialized comic was a cold and relentless job. Even if you were knocked out the day before, you still had to pick up your pen the next day, or else you couldn’t deliver your work for the week.
Su Ming instinctively reached for his cigarette box, put one in his mouth, and lit it. Suddenly, he remembered something Yu Dian had said over lunch yesterday… damage to the heart and lungs.
It seemed he had seen somewhere that secondhand smoke was even more harmful than first-hand smoke. Zou Beiyuan had probably already suffered a lot from being with him.
Staring at the lighter for two seconds, Su Ming took the cigarette out of his mouth, sniffed it under his nose, and tossed it into the ashtray.
Ten minutes later, he gathered up all the cigarettes, lighters, and ashtrays from around the house.
He messaged Chen Muchao: [I have a few packs of unopened cigarettes, do you want them? I’ll give them to you.]
Chen Muchao: [What’s up? Suddenly becoming health-conscious?]
Su Ming: [Isn’t little wolf an athlete? He should avoid cigarette smoke, so I won’t smoke anymore.]
Chen Muchao: [Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk]
Su Ming: [Tsk, do you want them or not? Come pick them up if you want.]
Chen Muchao: [You’re not trying to trick me into coming over to help you with coloring, right? Has your time for drawing shrunk since you started dating?]
Su Ming: [He went to Ninggang this morning, no time for dating these days. Bitter.jpg]
Chen Muchao: [Is that a problem for you, Su?]
Chen Muchao sent a screenshot. The screenshot was of the cover of the comic “I’m in a Long-Distance Relationship with My Idol Using Small Toys.”
Su Ming: [……]
Su Ming: [I don’t have that kind of desire, I had enough fun yesterday.]
Chen Muchao: [Holy crap!!! Did you sleep together? Went all the way??]
Su Ming: [Shy.jpg Mm.]
Chen Muchao: [My perverted comic master is finally not a virgin anymore. Tears.jpg]
Chen Muchao: [Let’s go out for lunch tomorrow, me and Shanshan will celebrate for you.]
Su Ming: [Alright.]
Without smoking, Su Ming felt something was missing while working. He pulled out the milk-flavored lollipops he had bought earlier, unwrapped one, and put it in his mouth.
He drew the sketches until 4 p.m., especially the two scenes with the wolf and rabbit in the bath. They were drawn smoothly, as if the pen were guided by a higher power.
Su Ming was quite satisfied with himself. He put down the pen and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Teacher Song.
At 6 p.m., he changed into a round-neck T-shirt to cover the marks on his body, grabbed the food container, and went out.
As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat, he froze for a moment.
Zou Beiyuan had driven his car before, and the seat had been adjusted far from the steering wheel. Su Ming stretched his feet and barely managed to reach the accelerator.
The car stereo on the central screen still had the record of when Zou Beiyuan connected, and even the rearview mirror had been adjusted by him.
It seemed that not only had Su Ming gotten used to Zou Beiyuan, but even his car had adjusted itself to Zou Beiyuan. Everything was set up just right for him.
He started to miss Zou Beiyuan a bit.
…..
These days, Fu Ruoqin had been very busy with work and often had to work overtime, leaving no time to visit Song Zhixian at the hospital. In the end, they hired a caregiver.
The caregiver was out for dinner, and the hospital room felt quiet.
Maybe it was because of this, but in just one weekend, Teacher Song seemed to have aged a lot, and her spirit was not as good as before.
Su Ming wasn’t very hungry. After two bites, he couldn’t eat anymore. He took out his phone and messaged Su Mo to come after work to talk with Teacher Song.
While typing, Teacher Song suddenly asked him, “Did you not sleep well yesterday? Why are your eyes a bit swollen?”
Su Ming’s heart skipped a beat. He felt guilty as if he had done something wrong under Teacher Song’s watch. He opened his notes app on his phone and typed: [Stayed up late drawing.]
Song Zhixian opened her mouth, but didn’t know how to say all the things she wanted to, and finally sighed and said, “Don’t push yourself too hard, your health is more important.”
Su Ming nodded, and the feeling of deceiving Teacher Song made him uncomfortable.
After dinner, not long later, Su Mo came. Zou Jingnan also finished her evening class and came to see her grandmother before the dormitory doors closed. The room became lively again.
Zou Jingnan was complaining to her grandmother about the last fight with her dad. Song Zhixian said, “You should call your dad when he’s back.”
“I’m too lazy to call him,” Zou Jingnan rolled her eyes. “Does he care about anything other than his business? He hasn’t called me either.”
“Father and daughter don’t hold grudges overnight,” Song Zhixian advised, “As his daughter, you should take the initiative to apologize. He actually cares about you. Just a few days ago, he called me to ask about all of you.”
Zou Jingnan widened her eyes. “Why should I apologize? I just want to be a doctor. Why do I have to follow his standard of making a lot of money to be successful?”
“Besides,” Zou Jingnan continued angrily, “He didn’t ask about us, he only cared about my brother. My brother’s been his money tree for years. Now that he isn’t playing along anymore, I bet he’s heartbroken.”
Song Zhixian sighed, “Why are you saying that about your dad?”
“Grandma, you know better than I do what kind of person he is. When my brother was sixteen, he got his brow bone broken in a match and nearly went blind in one eye. He didn’t say a word and made my brother bleed, forcing him to finish the match. Didn’t you argue with him about that?”
Su Ming paused as he was peeling an apple. So, Little Wolf’s brow bone injury happened when he was sixteen.
He had kissed that spot many times.
Ah… I miss him.
….
It was already past ten at night when Su Ming returned home from the hospital. After taking a shower, he saw an unanswered video call on his phone.
He sat down on the single sofa, hugged a soft cushion, and spent a minute fixing his hair in front of the phone. He also unbuttoned two buttons on his pajama top before calling back Zhou Beiyuan.
Zhou Beiyuan seemed to have just finished showering as well. He was wearing a light blue bathrobe that looked really comfortable and easy to hug. He was casually holding the phone while walking, and the screen was slightly shaking.
Behind him, the room had the same cool-toned decor as Room 1601, with light gray wall fabric, dark gray curtains, and a huge black wardrobe.
“Su Ming.”
Zou Beiyuan finally walked to the bed and sat down, calling his name.
It was Su Ming’s first time video calling someone, and he felt a little uncomfortable. The camera was pointed at his chin and neck, showing a bit of his collarbone.
He wanted to nod, but then realized that with this angle, Zou Beiyuan might not be able to see his movement, so he shifted the camera up slightly.
His fair and handsome face appeared in the center of the screen, looking shy as he stared at the camera. Zou Beiyuan immediately smiled, “What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed?”
He smiled in a mischievous way, making Su Ming blush. Su Ming moved the camera, so only his neck and the open collar beneath it were visible.
The two undone buttons of his pajamas made it hard for them to cover his chest, and faintly, Zou Beiyuan could see the places that had been left red. Zou Beiyuan stopped smiling and pointed at the screen, “Does it still hurt there? Let me see.”
Su Ming obediently placed the phone on a tissue box on the dark walnut side table. He raised his hand and undid two more buttons. His fingers were slender and long, with prominent knuckles. The slow, deliberate motion of unbuttoning appeared like a delicate art film on the screen.
He exposed the still-red and swollen area to Zou Beiyuan and, using sign language, complained, It hurts so much. I never want to do this with you again.
Zou Beiyuan immediately apologized, “Sorry, baby, it’s my fault. You need to apply the medicine again, okay?”
The tall, broad-shouldered boy didn’t hide his guilt and concern, and you could see the worry in his expression through the screen. It was impossible to stay angry at him.
Su Ming wanted to tease Zou Beiyuan, so he picked up the spiral notebook from the side table, held it up to the camera, and with a graceful hand, wrote each word carefully: There’s another place that hurts too. Do you want to see?