Can I Kiss You?

Translated by boilpoil
Edited by boilpoil

And So They Did

§362

“Ni Haofan has left,”

Murong Jihua reports, per information from his terminal, and says,

“We made it tonight.Want to celebrate?”

He Jünle takes his earphones off as he recalls what a farcical imitation performance he just went through. It is silly. Interesting. Fresh.

A completely different environment to when he was fighting the gangs with fist and sweat, in that unbearably suffocating environment…

He gives him a fist to the chest and smiles, saying, “knock it off. Sleep.”

“This shaoye refuses,” Murong Jihua, now sprawling his limbs all over the bed, says cheerfully.

If the game actually failed and he is free from now on, perhaps he could spend his every night lying in bed with He Jünle like this?

Though…

Murong Jihua slowly examines the light coloured logo on the top left of his vision. It has been quiet for a really long time now——

He isn’t sure whether this is a cause for optimism. It might be broken, and he’s going to be free from now on; it might be fixed the next second by some higher being and, he’ll be slammed into some inferno afterlife forever?

If the latter is the case, then he should grasp these last moments to party as hard as he could, shouldn’t he?

While Murong Jihua is mulling over the problem of his dear life, He Jünle has already taken his top off and squeezed into the blanket, opening up his terminal——

That familiar 26-Key input method reminds Murong Jihua of his first night with He Jünle soon enough.

The romantic, insulting night where he was ‘slept.’

So you jerk are about to leave the shaoye and spend another night coddling those three thousand-strong harem of yours?!

Ha, no no no no way!

§363

Murong Jihua bites his lips and rolls around to stick onto He Jünle. Surprised, the young man ends up letting the very cunning CEO see a little point of pink (TL: Kuhum… You should know what this is. If you don’t, you’ll know when you grow up more~).

The pink, girly icon that is the young man’s current target for chatting is quite jarring to Murong Jihua’s eyes in the meantime.

“Quit flirting now,” he says, turning off He Jünle’s screen.

“You know how much the shaoye is paying to hire you? So why not spend some time with me together?”

“Oh yeah? What do you want two men to do anyway, cockfighting?”

He Jünle answers with a chuckle. He’s always felt these weird vibes coming from this CEO.

Murong Jihua points to his terminal to say, “you didn’t even let me out of your Blocked Contacts yet. We’ve got matching rings on our hands already, so isn’t that kinda bad?”

He Jünle does not reply, as Murong Jihua continues on his own.

“Look, what a big oversight. What if some hacker realised this and made it news? How much would it have hurt our pure little love? Look, you——”

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you out.”

He Jünle rubs his throbbing forehead and says,

“And stop cuddling up to me when the bed is so big… You’re a big man, so what are you getting all clingy for this late at night? Save it for when we go outside tomor——”

Murong Jihua suddenly rises up from the bed and grabs He Jünle’s arms, locking them above his head, while using the index finger on his other hand to stop him from speaking further, and says,

“That won’t do. I’m nowhere near as talented a genius as our Mr Amazing here who can learn everything in a heartbeat,” smiling, Murong Jihua continues, “if we don’t get to developing our bond at night, how are we going to convince anyone by day, isn’t that right?”

§364

I am here, I am free, free to do what I want;
Beneath me is my romantic interest. Before the sun rises, I answer solely to myself.

——These utterly cringeworthy ‘poetic’ sentences that suddenly popped up in Murong Jihua’s mind makes him slightly spooked.

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Meanwhile, somehow, as if fate is pushing them along, the reflection of his own appearance in He Jünle’s narrowing pupils are growing larger and larger.

“You stole my first kiss when you were drunk. Can I apply for damages?
——And kiss you back?”

§366

When Murong Jihua said that, he was 30% joking, 30% casual, but also 30% genuine.

He just felt like teasing his rival in love a little.

Yet, the moment he said it, he could feel his adrenaline shooting a bullet right into his heart.

Oh, shit.

He might seriously like him a little bit.

§367

In the three seconds of silence that follows, Murong Jihua tries to console himself, thinking, it’s fine, it’s fine; his super awkward chemistry with him and that extremely womanising aspect of his, means this will just end in some more situational comedy segments——

He might say——”How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a girl!”;
He might also say——”Yeah sure whatever I hug and kiss my bros all the time anyway like let’s get this over with and sleep.”

Anything would do.

And yet, and yet and yet and yet——

He Jünle raises his brow in step with the corner of his lips, but his eyes are pristinely clear; there is neither joy or sorrow when he produces one of the answers Murong Jihua least wants to hear,

“Murong, you can’t actually have fallen in love with me, now?”

§368

A blink, and Murong Jihua can’t say another word.

He, he must really be fucking incompatible with him! Why can’t he produce another ridiculous-funny answer like he always did?!

The logo in the top left of the Earthian’s vision suddenly shines purplish blue for a second before dimming back down, but Murong Jihua is too preoccupied to notice.

He could, get a bit closer, couldn’t he?

This is just some casual bonding. He can let himself free a little——Can’t he?

In such a careful, hesitant mood, Murong Jihua’s lips flap open to say,

“Know this, you man is just a target of interest for this shaoye as your sugar daddy.”

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“…”
“…”
“Quit yapping if you don’t know how to talk,”

Says He Jünle, but he does not look at all angered,

“This is not how you ‘develop a bond.’ Watch…”

The young man suddenly grabs Murong Jihua’s pyjamas by the collar, as his breath brushes past the side of the man’s neck——

With his powerful arms, with the tight, explosive muscles that fit onto his thin frame, he exerts a shocking amount of force.

Murong Jihua’s vision is upended. The situation has flipped upside down. Murong Jihua is now suppressed beneath him.

With his legs locking Murong Jihua in place, He Jünle slowly looms overhead,

“… And learn.”

——He slowly leans back down. Now he is breathing right at the man’s lips.

“Treat this as a kiss.”

§370

Murong Jihua’s brain has gone haywire the moment He Jünle began moving——Though fortunately (TL: ?), he was still able to furrow his brows when He Jünle said that.

Who are you kidding?

§371

He acts faster than he could think, and Murong Jihua locks onto the head of the young man leaning on him with his hand. Then, a push, and the departing lips immediately stick back on.

Not just on the corner of his lips either, but the whole mouth.

His heart is so loud it is irritating.

A careful, little, romantic, poke?

You jest. The moment hormones are exploding, the inner demon in CEO Murong, like the one hiding in every man, has been unleashed. He plies open his prey’s mouth almost violently, rubbing his scent everywhere and anywhere he can along the way.

What kind of face would he be showing right now?

Murong Jihua does not want to see. In fact, the moment he thought of that, he has closed his eyes altogether. All he can sense is the heavy taste of rusted iron. He cannot tell to whom it belongs to.

§372

“The taste of this man——
Is so damned sweet.”