Chapter 41: No More Kissing When he woke up the next morning…

When he woke up the next morning, Song Qingshu could still vaguely feel the touch of He Feng's palm, as if it were glued to his leg.

He had slept all day yesterday, and today he woke up earlier than He Feng, something he himself wasn't used to.

Since the day before yesterday, they had been sleeping in the same bed. He Feng had even brought all his clothes over and placed them in the same closet as Song Qingshu's.

Now, they were truly living together.

Last night, he watched He Feng move his things in, and He Feng had turned and asked if his clothes would smell like Song Qingshu if they were put together.

He Feng always said he smelled good, and Song Qingshu had stretched out his arm and sniffed it, perplexed. He didn't smell anything, but he did see the marks of He Feng's kisses and bites on his arm.

By September, Song Qingshu had stopped wearing a short sweatshirt except for sleeping. Even though the temperature was a little higher at noon, he didn't feel hot.

Unlike He Feng, who wore a masculine shirt when the weather got hot, his bulging muscles stretched the fabric, revealing the full muscularity of his arms.

Just looking at him was enough to make one feel his masculine aura.

He blinked, nestled in He Feng's arms, and looked up at his sleeping form. He Feng's face was naturally fierce, and in sleep, his demeanor only softened slightly.

Song Qingshu, on the other hand, wasn't frightened. He moved his legs awkwardly, then quickly pulled them back when he felt the burning heat.

Only then did he slowly realize that the touch on his leg felt real. He Feng had been massaging his legs even in his sleep.

It was strange to have his rough hands trapped between Song Qingshu's legs.

Song Qingshu glanced down at the situation under the covers, wanting to reach out and remove his hand, but just as he grasped He Feng's wrist, He Feng woke up.

He could feel his hand being squeezed by soft flesh; he had already massaged the smooth, white legs thoroughly.

"Spread your legs." The raspy voice early in the morning made him even more sexy. Song Qingshu looked up, just in time to see his sharp jawline and the bulging Adam's apple.

The sound of him burying his head in the water flashed through his mind.

Song Qingshu blushed and parted his legs slightly, a red tinge visible even on He Feng's tanned wrists. He liked to sleep on his side at night, legs tightly closed.

Song Qingshu pursed his lips and averted his gaze. "Baby, try moving and see if it's uncomfortable. If it is, I'll ask Principal Luo for leave."

As soon as he brought this up, Song Qingshu's attention shifted to class. He moved his legs, only feeling a little sore at the base of his legs, but it shouldn't affect the class, so he stood for a while.

"Don't you have classes this afternoon?"

He Feng went to pick up Song Qingshu every day. Sometimes he arrived early and waited for him in the office. He had expected to clean up, but when he arrived, he saw that he had already cleaned his desk.

Instead, he saw Song Qingshu's class schedule written on the paper on the desk. There were only a few days with fewer classes.

Classes were Monday morning, Wednesday morning, and Friday afternoon.

He also asked why Song Qingshu was going to school even though he had no classes that morning. Song Qingshu put down his book, saying he was afraid some students might have questions.

He Feng saw the bright light in his eyes and knew that Song Qingshu truly loved being a teacher and imparting knowledge to his students.

He was also talented; Jin Yan even said he spoke beautiful English.

He Feng didn't like hearing that bird talk; he used to find it annoying at school, but if his son spoke it to him, it certainly wouldn't bother him.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore. I can go to school." After another night's rest, he was back to his usual self, speaking normally.

His face was still a little pink from waking up, and he looked much healthier.

"I have classes this afternoon, and Teacher Jin Yan asked me to change because she said she was going to Zhaoqiao to meet Teacher Zhao's parents."

"Okay, okay, wear this today." He Feng gave Song Qingshu his new clothes and put on his own clothes, which Song Qingshu had been wearing yesterday.

He Feng found his clothes and placed them beside the bed, then changed himself and went out.

He pushed open the door and stood at the entrance to the main hall. He looked at the red mark on his hand, brought his wrist

to his nose and sniffed. It was fragrant. Sunlight streamed into the courtyard. The two of them, one in front of the other, began to wash up. It was another ordinary day, but it seemed a little different. Whenever their eyes met, they wanted to get closer, to feel each other's warmth.

Their hearts were filled with sweetness.

As they walked him to school, Song Qingshu hugged He Feng's waist, not letting go completely even when someone greeted him on the way.

"Son, you haven't taken your medicine in a few days. Let's eat that chocolate today so you can take your medicine tomorrow."

"Or take your medicine today and have chocolate tomorrow?"

This was like asking Song Qingshu to choose between bitter first, sweet later, or sweet first, bitter later. He chose sweet first, putting it off for a day.

Thankfully, the chocolate this time wasn't the bitter chocolate made from pure cocoa butter. The chocolate that Song Qingshu remembered, like steamed bread, was sweet. Memories never lie.

"Today, tonight."

"Okay."

...

By the time they returned home that evening, it was already getting dark.

Song Qingshu squatted down and touched Xiaohua, and used one hand to touch Xiaohei, without any favoritism, "Brother, the He Jianghai you mentioned yesterday, his son is not called He Rongkang?"

"Yeah, is he in your class?"

Song Qingshu nodded, "The village is too small, I guess the matter has spread everywhere, I was afraid that someone would say this about him, but I didn't expect everyone to be so nice and keep it secret."

He Feng tied an apron, "No one will say it to his face, you will know when he is not in the classroom."

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment and changed the subject, "I see his eyes are swollen today, and his family must have been in turmoil these two days."

He Feng heard it when he went to the side to ask Wang Dehui if Song Qingshu could drink, and now he told him: "Well, this morning, he and his father were the only ones at home. Grandma Rongkang went to scold He Jianghai, and everyone around heard it."

"He deserves it." He lowered his head and poked Xiaohua's ear, "Isn't that right, Xiaohua?"

Xiaohei next to him rubbed him with his nose, as if responding to his question.

While they were playing, He Feng turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The little yellow dog suddenly rushed in, followed by Mrs. Liu.

She walked over slowly, carrying a bamboo steamed bun basket with two porcelain bowls and two steamed buns in it.

Before Mrs. Liu called out, Song Qingshu, who had just touched the cats and dogs, did not dare to take it, for fear of dirtying the food inside. He called out "brother" without even turning his head.

He Feng had just washed his hands and was about to wash the rice when he heard Song Qingshu calling him. He saw Mrs. Liu coming in through the window and hurried over to greet her.

"You haven't cooked yet, have you?" She asked the two of them with a smile, her face kind and her voice loud.

Song Qingshu waved his hand, "No, no."

"The kids are clamoring for leek guta soup. I haven't made it for a long time, so I made a whole pot. I couldn't finish it, so I brought it to you two to try."

Song Qingshu had never eaten it before and stared at the bowl curiously.

Put chopped chives into the dough, blanch it into balls, and cook it in a pot. You don’t need to put too many seasonings in the pot, such as onion, garlic, salt and five-spice powder. Just add a few drops of sesame oil before serving.

Without having to get too close, Song Qingshu could smell the steaming aroma. He smiled and thanked his sister-in-law.

He began to follow He Feng in calling for help.

He Feng looked at the food in the bowl and said, "Sister-in-law, brother's been gone for so long, just put it down."

At this, Sister Liu's smiling face froze a little, and her lips trembled slightly. How could

she just let go of someone who was good enough just like that? She tried not to betray her emotions and continued to smile, "No, this is what little girl wanted to eat. She likes it."

But her smile was already a little bitter. She turned around and said, "You two eat it. I'm going back."

He Feng sighed, "I'll bring it over after the dishes are washed."

Song Qingshu washed his hands and came over. He Feng was still holding the steamed bun basket. "This is his last meal before he leaves. Sister Liu will make as much as he likes."

Sister Liu's back had disappeared through the door. Xiao Huang followed her closely, which was a comfort.

"They have a good relationship," Song Qingshu sighed.

He Feng didn't want to say these sentimental words, but Song Qingshu easily took them to heart. "Wash your hands and eat. Sister Liu cooks delicious food."

As a teenager, He Feng had been freeloading on quite a few meals. Sometimes, after eating, he'd run out to play, come back, and Sister Liu would have finished cooking. As soon as she

called him, "Xiao Feng," he'd go and eat. After being pulled on the ear by his parents a few times, he learned

his lesson and stopped freeloading. Sister Liu had given him too much, so Song Qingshu skipped the steamed buns and only ate a bowl of leek soup. He was so stuffed he burped several times while sitting there.

"Little one, drink some water."

"Okay,

" He Feng broke off half a steamed bun and tossed it to Xiao Hei.

"Eat it." The ducks in the yard began quacking again. He Feng washed the bowl. "Little one, do you want chocolate again?"

Song Qingshu sat in the room reading. The first-grade textbooks were simple, but he'd still look over them beforehand just in case.

If a student asked him a question, he'd be embarrassed if he couldn't answer.

At this point, whether he ate or not, he'd have to take medicine tomorrow. He rolled his eyes and said, "Eat! I need to rest."

"Then I'll return the stuff. You

can eat when I get back." With that, He Feng left with the steamed bun basket. Inside was not only two clean bowls, but also a piece of cooked beef He Feng had bought, ready to cut and eat.

Mrs. Liu was sweeping the yard, while little Nannan was crouched inside doing her homework, looking very well.

"Call me Master, Nannan." The little girl ran out and smiled

at He Feng. She was just starting to lose her teeth, and they were visible when she opened her mouth. Her classmates called her "gap-toothed," and she stopped smiling. "Hey, for the good Nannan." He Feng always had a few candies in his pocket, but he never gave them all away.

He had to save one for his son.

Seeing that Mrs. Liu was alright, He Feng put his stuff down and chatted with her for a while, bringing up He Jianghai. Mrs. Liu was straightforward, speaking her mind, and even managed to curse a few times.

He Feng smiled and said nothing else.

He came back and closed the door casually, almost locking Xiao Hei out who had escaped at some point. Xiao Hei had a black coat and if it weren't for his shining eyes, He Feng would have really closed the door.

Song Qingshu had finished reading a book long ago and was bored writing on the table with a pencil. He Feng, He Feng, He Feng...

Soon the table was covered with pencil writings, and then he heard He Feng's voice from outside, "Come in now, I'll really lock you out."

This was a scolding for Xiao Hei.

He Feng didn't close the door to the main room. Song Qingshu had to brush his teeth before going to bed after eating, otherwise he wouldn't sleep. He Feng walked in and saw him waiting for him obediently.

The dim light made him look even softer and gentler, and He Feng's heart felt as soft as if it was stuffed with cotton.

Song Qingshu opened the wrapping paper when he walked over. The plastic bag made a crunching sound when it was opened. He Feng's eyes fell on his fingers.

White, slender, with distinct joints.

It felt cool and smooth to the touch.

Song Qingshu brought it to his lips, not taking a big bite, but still managed to nibble open the filling.

The sweet chocolate with cocoa butter substitute turned out to be a spicy liquor filling!

He frowned, and instinctively offered the chocolate to He Feng. "It's baijiu inside."

He Feng looked at the tooth marks on the chocolate. The heat had melted a little where it touched his lips and tongue, making it look suspicious.

He took Song Qingshu's hand, leaned down, and sucked away the filling. It was indeed baijiu, about 45% alcohol, and a grain liquor, tasting smooth and mellow.

But for a docile kid like Song Qingshu, who had never drunk alcohol, it was enough to choke him. His throat wasn't fully healed yet, and even a small sip felt the burning sensation. His

delicate brows furrowed, but He Feng calmly ate the middle.

"Is it delicious, brother?"

"It's a little strange, but not bad." He Feng had experienced famine and eaten wild grass before, and he rarely found anything unpalatable, but this one wasn't bad, just strange.

"Then eat it all." Song Qingshu raised his hand and brought the chocolate to his mouth.

He Feng dissolved the taste of the wine in his mouth, swallowed it, and kissed him with the remaining chocolate in his mouth, "Eat it too, baby."

The temperature between his lips and teeth was even higher, and in a few seconds the chocolate was completely dissolved in his mouth. Song Qingshu pressed against the tip of He Feng's tongue and swallowed the sticky, greasy liquid.

He Feng let Song Qingshu's soft tongue lick him back and forth, and kept swallowing the liquid in his mouth, like Xiaohua eating.

Until the air became sticky, the two separated, and the stretched saliva seemed to be brown. He Feng's dark eyes were still staring at Song Qingshu's swollen lips.

Song Qingshu put his hand to cover his mouth and shook his head cautiously, "No more kissing."

He looked at He Feng and muttered a reminder: "I have to go to class tomorrow!"

He Feng smiled, "I know, Teacher Song."