CH 64

As the saying goes, life begins at thirty. On his thirtieth birthday, Jiang Heng once again reunited with his long-lost lover.

Ji Yao gazed deeply at him for a moment, his eyes filled with overwhelming emotions.

“I really want to kiss you,” Ji Yao said.

Jiang Heng smiled and replied suggestively, “You don’t need my permission to do that now.”

Without further discussion, Ji Yao acted decisively and kissed him passionately.

Jiang Heng’s lips were slightly cool, and Ji Yao lightly nibbled on Jiang Heng’s lower lip.

Jiang Heng let out a soft sound of pain but couldn’t help but smile. The warmth of their intimacy was soothing, easing the discomfort from his stomachache and allowing him to focus on his boyfriend.

In their intimate moments, Ji Yao was often the one who couldn’t contain himself.

Having developed certain habits throughout his life, Ji Yao couldn’t easily change them. He often involuntarily displayed his assertiveness.

Jiang Heng rarely engaged in direct conflict with him, instead, he mostly adopted an indulgent attitude, guiding Ji Yao to follow his pace in a gentle, flowing manner.

“Easy now,” Jiang Heng muttered with a smile. “How will you explain it if you leave any marks?”

Ji Yao didn’t respond verbally; instead, he pushed Jiang Heng down onto the bed and deepened their kiss.

The temperature beneath the blanket had become unbearably high, and Ji Yao felt sweat forming on his back. Their close contact made it difficult to breathe, and every breath seemed to carry a hint of heat.

The soft fabric blocked most of the light, and for a moment, Ji Yao felt like the entire world had shrunk down to just him and Jiang Heng.

He could even hear the irregular, rapid heartbeat beneath their intertwined lips.

He wanted to tease Jiang Heng about how he was not as composed as he appeared, but before he could utter a word, he realized that their heartbeats were entangled, making it impossible to distinguish whose rhythm had faltered first.

Reuniting again and being able to face each other without reservation was a wonderful feeling. Ji Yao couldn’t help but wish that they could continue kissing forever if it weren’t for the lack of oxygen.

“That’s enough,” Jiang heng finally said.

Ji Yao had a stubborn personality and didn’t like to back down. He nibbled Jiang Heng’s lips further and ended the kiss forcefully.

Jiang Heng’s lips were slightly numb, and Ji Yao didn’t seem entirely satisfied. He used his tongue to trace the outline of Jiang Heng’s lips and left a wet sensation.

Jiang Heng had enough for now, and Ji Yao could sense that if he continued, Jiang Heng might not be able to control himself.

However, Ji Yao had other ideas. He moved under the blanket, caressing Jiang Heng in an unexpected way.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Heng asked, struggling to maintain his composure.

But Ji Yao seemed determined to use their intimate connection to break down the barriers between them. He didn’t stop, continuing his actions.

Jiang Heng’s back tensed, and he made an instinctive attempt to push Ji Yao away, but Ji Yao held him back firmly.

“Ji Yao,” Jiang Heng gritted his teeth and said, “Stop.”

He tried to maintain his composure and resist Ji Yao’s advances, but Ji Yao’s persistence was testing his limits.

However, Ji Yao didn’t relent. He held Jiang Heng’s shoulder and pushed the blanket aside, exposing him to the cool air. Jiang Heng shivered as he was met with the chilly atmosphere.

This time, Jiang Heng abandoned his polite demeanor. He clutched Ji Yao’s shoulder with his free hand and, with a sudden surge of strength, flipped Ji Yao over.

Before Ji Yao could react, he found himself pinned down by Jiang Heng, who was now lying on top of him.

Ji Yao had wrapped himself entirely in the warmth of the blanket, and Jiang Heng’s body was pressed closely against him. They could feel each other’s body heat even through the layers of fabric.

Ji Yao’s wrists were held by Jiang Heng’s strong grip, and he raised them above the warm cocoon of the blanket. When the cool air outside the blanket touched his skin, he couldn’t help but shiver.

“You—”

“You wanted this,” Jiang Heng’s arms circled Ji Yao’s waist and moved to the front, stopping him. “Let me help you.”