Chapter 23: Are Oranges Sweet? He Feng went to get Song Qingshu's fur...

He Feng took Song Qingshu's towel, wet it, wrung it out, and gently wiped the tear marks from his face.

His movements were so gentle, as if he were wiping a clay figurine, afraid to use even the slightest force, for fear of smearing the delicate sculpture.

"Are you sure you understand what you're saying?"

The towel brushed across the tip of his pink nose. He Feng leaned over to look at him. Song Qingshu raised his eyes, still shrouded in a trace of moisture, and the corners of his eyes were still red.

He just stared at He Feng, silent.

His eyes flickered, his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, ready to fly away in the next moment.

He Feng leaned down to kiss his eyes, a touch that was fleeting, and the bright window closed for a moment before lighting up again.

"Don't look at me like that, little one."

The reflection of He Feng in those innocent, clear eyes made him feel like he was corrupting a child.

"Oh." Song Qingshu lowered his eyes, staring at Xiao Hei's wagging tail at his feet. Xiao Hua nestled comfortably against Xiao Hei's lap.

Perhaps he wasn't even aware of it, but the slight pout on his lips betrayed a subconscious discontent.

But to He Feng, it was all but seduction.

After wiping his face with the towel, He Feng took his hand and wiped it again. He had gotten sticky juice from peeling the orange. Luckily, it was a green-peeled orange, so it wouldn't stain easily.

Otherwise, his now-fair and delicate fingertips would have been stained yellow.

After wiping him, He Feng took the half orange from before and sat there for a moment. The wind had dried the orange, its skin hard.

"Did Mrs. Liu give it to you?" He Feng popped the orange in his mouth and pulled the others from Song Qingshu's pocket.

He chose one with a slightly softer skin and began to peel it.

"Yeah."

He Feng praised like coaxing a child, "Our cub is so lovable. Sister Liu didn't give it to brother when she saw it."

Song Qingshu was secretly stepping on the small ball on Xiao Hei's tail with his toes. It was from the grass and was not easy to get rid of.

He asked with a nasal voice: "Does brother like it?"

He Feng exhaled, "Cub, look up."

Song Qingshu looked up as he was told, and watched He Feng put the freshly peeled orange segments into his mouth, holding his chin and kissing him.

He was so scared that his lips opened slightly, creating an opportunity for He Feng to break in with his tongue and search around.

This was the first time Song Qingshu kissed someone, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his tongue. When He Feng's tongue broke in, he shrank back.

A strong arm fell from his waist, holding him and pulling him into He Feng's arms.

The warm and sticky orange segments were handed to him, and Song Qingshu stretched out his tongue to receive them.

He Feng stepped back. "Son, do you think I like it?"

He Feng's warm breath touched his face. Song Qingshu, belatedly aware of the situation, felt shy, still holding the orange segment in his mouth, unbitten.

He didn't say anything, and He Feng's thumb touched the corner of his lip, rubbing the pink and white lips with an unsatisfied expression.

"Son, is the orange sweet?" He Feng's voice had grown a little dark, his eyes brimming with emotion.

Only after he asked did Song Qingshu purse his lips and bite open the orange segment, stained with their scent.

The sweet orange flavor exploded in his mouth, juicy and juicy, as He Feng had completely ripped away the white veins, leaving not even a hint of bitterness.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

Just like Song Qingshu's current mood.

A smile played on his lips, and the dimple peeked out again, caught by He Feng. He leaned in, not content with just a kiss, but also licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"Son, is the orange sweet?" he asked again.

Song Qingshu replied obediently, "It's very sweet, brother, you can try it too."

This is what He Feng was waiting for. The distance between them was instantly shortened. He put his arm around Song Qingshu's slender waist and effortlessly held him in his arms.

Being suddenly picked up, Song Qingshu hugged He Feng's neck. The cat and dog at his feet were also scared away. They moved to the door and window of the west room and lay down lazily.

"Baby, brother will try it." He Feng leaned against Song Qingshu's head. It was obviously the same way as when he took the temperature before, but his tone was very hoarse, and his eyes were as deep as a wolf that had been fed meat.

The intertwined breaths made the atmosphere extremely ambiguous, and the dim sky was darker than before. "Brother, go inside."

Song Qingshu's words were a little hesitant, and before he could finish, his lips were sealed. This time, he did not kiss directly, but bit the thin lips and kissed.

He Feng's desire for control is usually hidden under just the right amount of care and concern, and only occasionally exposed when Song Qingshu isn't paying attention.

For example, he is force-fed even though he can obviously eat by himself, and he is obviously able to dress himself, but he is placed on the bed like a beautiful doll and allowed to be dressed by He Feng.

But Song Qingshu really enjoys it.

He Feng's kiss and his presence make him feel safe and reliable.

He closed his eyes, and the hand on the back of He Feng's neck stroked down along the slightly prickly hair. This gesture, like a voluntary sacrifice, would only make people want to take more, or even plunder completely.

The touch of his fingers groping through the hair on the back of his neck made He Feng's scalp numb, and he suddenly became fierce in the movement of kissing Song Qingshu's lips, but when he bumped into his lips and tongue, he got a little hair stubble pulled.

The pain, which was neither painful nor itchy, made him more excited, and his breathing became much louder.

He kept his eyes open, gazing with satisfaction at Song Qingshu's face. Beautiful, fair, tinged with shyness and lust, like a newly opened lotus in a pond.

He carried a delicate fragrance, growing sweeter the closer he got. The distance between them, now closed to its limit, Song Qingshu opened his mouth.

He Feng couldn't hold it in any longer. The delicate sweetness, mingled with the freshness of green tangerine, emanated from his parted lips, greedily plundered.

The tongue that entered his mouth was as impetuous as He Feng himself, smacking at Song Qingshu's pleading tongue, sucking away the saliva that escaped from beneath his tongue, poking at his soft cheeks, and swishing across his sensitive palate...

His kisses were like a caged dog, charging in all directions. The smacking sounds of their lips and tongues weren't noticeable in the courtyard, but Song Qingshu remained shy.

The ambiguous voices in his ears drowned out the evening breeze, and his neck, exposed to the air, shone a beautiful pink, as if competing with the sunset glow.

Neither of them knew how to breathe. When He Feng got tired of kissing, he would step back briefly, take a few breaths, and then press Song Qingshu to kiss him again.

Obviously, Song Qingshu was taller than him, but Song Qingshu felt that he was completely controlled. It felt good to be kissed with his head down, except that his throat was a little dry.

The kiss was a little tiring, but no one wanted to separate. He Feng changed from his initial impatience to a gentle and light kiss.

He Feng bit his lips for a while, and sucked on his non-existent lip beads for a while. He kissed both soft lips until they were bright red and tender before letting him go. He

stood up and carried Song Qingshu into the house.

He was used to doing farm work, so he didn't feel heavy when holding Song Qingshu. He even felt that Song Qingshu was too light, not like a 19-year-old boy.

Although he was a little heavier than when he first arrived, he had lost some weight in the past few days due to sadness. He Feng felt distressed and could only quietly buy him some more meat to nourish him.

Song Qingshu was placed on the bed in the west room by him. His thin lips were red and swollen, and it hurt to lick them.

He Feng went to the outer room to pour a glass of water, and took a piece of nougat, the remaining orange he had just peeled, and the peach cakes he had bought when he took Erdan's father to the town police station a few days ago. The

weather was dry in autumn, so these things could be kept for a few days. Song Qingshu found it too greasy after eating too much, and he would always eat half of it with a glass of water.

He was a delicate person and always felt greasy when eating. He could only eat two pieces of pork belly, and he ate a little more of the fried fish when he first arrived. Later, he found anything he ate too much of was greasy.

He would put the food he didn't like into He Feng's bowl or the steamed bun in his hand, blinking innocently, making it impossible for He Feng to refuse.

He sat down beside Song Qingshu, peeled the rest of the orange, and placed it in Song Qingshu's soft palm. "Eat it."

"I've already rejected the matchmaker. Starting tomorrow, I have to go to work. You're home alone, so if you get bored, you can go out for a walk."

Song Qingshu broke off a slice of the orange and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "I'll go find Teacher Zhu tomorrow and return the novel you borrowed."

"Okay." He Feng looked at his puffed cheeks and kissed him again, landing on the corner of his lips.

"Son, in this world, when two grown men live together, it's easy for people to gossip."

"If you don't want to talk about us, I'll find another reason to refuse."

"If you want to talk about teaching in the future, be prepared to be criticized." He paused, organizing his words. "I don't want you to be lectured or scolded, so let's find another reason to refuse the marriage, okay?"

"It's not that I don't want to talk, I'm just afraid you..." He couldn't stand gossip. Dirty language can easily destroy a person, no matter where he is.

Song Qingshu's free hand rested on He Feng's. As always, it felt a little cold, but he held it tightly. "I know."

"Brother, this is for my own good,

" he winked, looking a little mischievous. "Let's keep it a secret for a while. We can talk about our own affairs if we want to, and not if we don't."

"We're the ones living our lives, so we don't have to worry about what others think."

Song Qingshu spoke in the tone of Hejia Village, his

Mandarin tinged with a hint of a local accent, a strangely endearing touch. He Feng was deeply touched by what he said and hugged him. Song Qingshu patted his shoulders, a reversal of their usual behavior.

His gentle breath and movements gently caressed He Feng, comforting him both mentally and physically.

But He Feng couldn't help himself. "I'm sorry, little one." Song Qingshu

tilted his head to rub his neck, the soft hair tickling the crook of his neck. He Feng didn't pull away, and his hold on Song Qingshu's waist tightened a little,

wishing he could rub him into his bones.

"I'm not wronged. I'm not wronged as long as I love you." A clear, childlike voice echoed against his neck.

He Feng tilted his head to rub his neck, taking a deep breath. "Okay, I'll always love you."

As the sun was about to set outside the window and the room was dark, the two of them finally separated. He Feng pointed at the food on the table. "Eat something first. I'll go make dinner."

Song Qingshu sat on the bed, counting one, two, three. Sure enough, He Feng came in again. "Why don't you turn on the light? It's so dark."

He held eggs and a bowl of seasoned meat. This kind of fat wasn't greasy, but rather glossy and chewy. Song Qingshu would eat stir-fried dishes.

He came over, turned on the light, rubbed Song Qingshu's head, and as soon as he walked out the door, he heard him call out "Xiao Hei." He was full of energy, as if he had encountered great fortune.

Song Qingshu bit into a crispy peach cake, one hand catching the falling crumbs below. It took a while for him to fully react.

He Feng had spoken to him?

So from then on, they were no longer just superficial brothers?

What was this all about now? A relationship? Or just some pre-marital routine?

The more he thought about it, the redder his face grew. He simply put down the peach cake in his hand and placed it on a spread of orange peels, slapping the crumbs from his palm to the ground.

Song Qingshu leaned back, feet crossed. He'd really, opened up to He Feng!

He liked He Feng, and He Feng liked him too!

Excited, Song Qingshu rolled around in the quilt, his face still flushed. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran outside to look. "Xiaohua, Xiaohua."

He Feng told him to turn on the light under the eaves before searching, and Song Qingshu did as he was told. He finally found it under a small hole by the back door. Xiaohua scratched there and found some old bone.

It was obvious it was Xiaohei's work.

"Can you chew this? Just scrape it off and go back to eat something else. From now on, I'll teach you how to respond. Got it?"

Song Qingshu seemed to be talking to the kitten fiercely, but in reality, he was holding Xiaohua so gently that she could easily break free if she wanted.

He placed Xiaohua under the persimmon tree outside the kitchen. The persimmons had been picked long ago, and the leaves were gradually turning yellow and falling. He wondered if the fruits that had fallen had taken root and sprouted again under the soil.

Perhaps next year, new saplings would grow and bear fruit.

When He Feng was cutting vegetables, he happened to see Song Qingshu squatting under the tree and chatting with Xiaohua. It was unclear what the man and the cat were talking about, and they were talking back and forth.

Song Qingshu muttered softly, then pulled Xiaohua's two feet and let the kitten stand on two legs against the trunk of the persimmon tree.

"Do you understand?" "Meow meow meow."

"This is our little secret, remember to keep it for me!" "Meow."

A thudding sound came from the kitchen.

Song Qingshu let go of Xiaohua's paws, rubbed its head, and pointed at He Feng who was cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

Finally, he whispered in a whisper, "I'm in love with him. I can't tell anyone, so I'm telling you first."

"You must keep this a secret for me."

"Pin." He hooked his pinky finger around Xiaohua's paw, and the white cat's paws instantly parted, revealing pink pads.

Xiaohei, holding a large bone, returned from nowhere. He circled around Song Qingshu and Xiaohua twice, then slammed the bone to the ground.

The bone was already longer than Xiaohua.

Xiaohei nudged the bone with his nose and placed it next to Xiaohua. His dark eyes rolled around, as if wondering why Xiaohua wouldn't eat it.

Song Qingshu smiled and patted Xiaohei. The gesture was so similar to the one he had patted He Feng that he was stunned for a moment. "You eat it. Xiaohua can't finish it."

Hearing that He Feng had already started cooking, Song Qingshu stood up, washed his hands in the basin, and ran to the kitchen.

He Feng, still wearing his apron, was stirring the food in the pot. He caught a glimpse of Song Qingshu from the corner of his eye, but pretended not to see him.

Song Qingshu suddenly walked over and hugged He Feng's waist, then quickly touched his belly, stepped aside and smiled slyly, "Brother, don't you have abdominal muscles? Why are they soft?"

"Yes, they are soft under normal circumstances."

"They are only hard when you exert force. You can try it later."

He covered the pot and looked up at Song Qingshu, "Or do you want to try it now?"

Song Qingshu waved his hand, "It's almost time to eat, I'll go wash my hands."

He Feng watched his bamboo-like back leave and smiled helplessly.