MHWFYYTMDF Chapter53

Song Li wasn’t the type of person who would actively ask for it. His skin was too thin, and knowing his nature, He Muyan had never forced him or insisted that he had to say “I want it” out loud himself.

Besides, they had been together for so long and knew each other’s living habits like the back of their hands, so He Muyan had long since figured out his thoughts and patterns when it came to these matters.

For instance, out of the entire week, Song Li was basically at his highest interest on Fridays, because the next day was the weekend. When doing it, they didn’t need to worry too much about physical condition, and after the act, they could fully linger and cuddle in warmth.

Another time was when he encountered something happy at school during work, and upon returning at night, he would drink a bit of red wine. Song Li had low alcohol tolerance; when tipsy, he would be very obedient, willing to do whatever he was told. At times like this, as long as He Muyan coaxed him a little, he could easily get his way.

Generally speaking, in the absence of external factors beyond their control, Song Li was still a normal middle-aged male with reasonable desires; or even one who could be said to have very few worldly cravings.

He Muyan, however, was different. A man five years younger always seemed to possess a boundless supply of fresh energy, constantly using all sorts of tricks to torment the other party into moist, teary eyes.

Seeing Song Li trimming the flower branches in the garden, bending down and revealing a stretch of fair, slender waist, he suddenly found himself in the mood.

Seeing Song Li researching how to make homemade jam in the kitchen, dipping a finger into it and bringing a little to his lips to taste, the tip of his tongue peeking out, pink and delicate; he suddenly found himself in the mood.

Seeing Song Li take the coat he took off when he got home from work, and then soft-spokenly call out “Laogong”, his mood bar would directly burst right off the chart.

Mondays and Wednesdays worked, Tuesdays and Thursdays were fine as well, while Fridays suited Song Li even better, the two of them being especially in sync. As for the weekends, if Song Li was willing, he didn’t really feel like leaving the house either.

Of course, all of the above were merely He Muyan’s one-sided personal wishes; whether the other party involved was willing to cooperate was another story altogether.

There was also a very important point: ever since giving birth to Niannian, Song Li’s physical recovery had consistently not been very great. He naturally wasn’t the type with much stamina, nor did he have enough physical flexibility, so being the receiving party with such a constitution was actually very taxing.

Even though He Muyan would pay extra attention to his physical condition every time, it was still inevitable for times to occur when both of them lost their heads and couldn’t control themselves.

Lately, it had been far too busy with the New Year, and with Niannian being so young, taking care of him demanded a tremendous amount of energy from Song Li. If he still couldn’t control himself and troubled him at a time like this, He Muyan would despise himself.

So taking everything into account, it had actually been quite a while since they had properly been together.

Having just returned from the main family estate today, Song Li had kept saying he was tired all along the way, the exhaustion on his face clearly visible. Under such circumstances, He Muyan had no mind to even let his thoughts stray toward that direction.

Yet what he hadn’t expected was for Song Li to actually take the initiative with him for once. He seemed to have shed his usual shyness and reserve; leaning at an angle against the pillow, his collar had slipped to one side, revealing a small stretch of collarbone. A thin flush floated across his fair, clean cheeks, his eyes glistening with a watery light as he looked at him with a half-smile.

He Muyan had to admit he was mesmerized by Song Li in this state. His throat bobbed as his already pitch-black eyes churned with currents of darkness even deeper than before. Reaching out a hand, he grasped the ankle Song Li was using to cause mischief against his waist, gently lifting it up.

The loose pant leg slid down and bunched at the knee, exposing a section of slender, white calf. He Muyan lowered his head to kiss it, causing Song Li to tremble slightly in his hold.

“Lili.” He Muyan’s voice was terribly hoarse, “We still have to go to your family’s place tomorrow, you’ll be too tired.”

Song Li tilted his head up slightly, his eyelashes drooping down to half-cover the watery light in his eyes, “It’s fine…”

He Muyan’s kisses moved upward step by step, his warm, moist breath falling over the soft skin and giving rise to a layer of tiny goosebumps. He Muyan flicked his eyes up, “I’ll try to keep my movements as gentle as possible…”

The very next second after saying those words, Song Li was pulled downward with force.

Scared, he gripped the bedsheet beneath him tightly with his hands, biting his lip hard.

He thought to himself: Is this what you call keeping your movements gentle?

Liar.

The liar acted wildly for a very, very long time, like an impatient, ferocious hungry wolf. Song Li felt that if he were truly a fat sheep, he would have already been swallowed down by now without a single strand of wool left over.

His throat was so itchy he couldn’t speak, humming out a few mosquito-like noises. Only by leaning in very closely and listening attentively could He Muyan make out that he was saying, “Thirsty… I want water.”

Holding him half-embraced while feeding him water, Song Li ultimately didn’t even know how the water went down; with a tilt of his head, he lost consciousness completely.

It had been far too long since he had engaged in such high-intensity exertion, consuming a tremendous amount of physical energy. Sure enough, the next morning Song Li was unable to get up.

It was almost nine o’clock before He Muyan woke him up. Song Li lay face-down, his face buried in the pillow, while beneath the quilt, his still-bare body was covered in blue and purple marks from head to toe; anyone could tell without even looking closely.

Bending down, He Muyan pressed close to his ear to call him, “Lili, babe.”

Disturbed to the point of discomfort, Song Li struggled for quite a few tries before barely opening his eyelids. When he spoke, his voice was still a bit raspy, “What time is it?”

“A quarter to nine.”

Song Li turned his head over, “How did I sleep for so long? Have you called Mom yet? We probably won’t be able to go so early today.”

He Muyan gave an “en”, “I called. I told Mom you weren’t feeling well and that we’d arrive a little later.”

Song Li’s face flushed hot, and he snorted, “I am feeling unwell, and don’t even think about whose fault it is. I really want you to experience this kind of feeling for yourself one day.”

Through the quilt, He Muyan gently massaged him, “Lili was so wonderful last night. It’s been a long time since you were this wonderful.”

Looking at the sated expression on his face, Song Li was so furious he almost wanted to throw a punch at him, picking up the pillow under his arms to hit him, “Shut up, shut up! Carry me to the bathroom.”

It was as if He Muyan had a tail growing behind his back, wagging non-stop, “Alright.”

Considering that it was no longer early, they didn’t delay much further. Once washed up and dressed in fresh clothes, they stuffed the trunk to capacity with the New Year’s gifts prepared beforehand, and only then set off with Niannian in tow.

Mother Song and Father Song had been waiting at home since early in the morning, looking forward with eager anticipation until they finally brought this family of three over. To match the festive atmosphere of the New Year, they had even specially taken out the new clothes Song Li had bought for them before to wear; including clothes they hadn’t had the heart to wear previously, saying they were too formal.

Watching He Muyan carry boxes and packages of all sizes into the house, it didn’t take long for the living room table to be packed to the brim.

Mother Song waved her hand in heartache as she watched, “You bought so many good things again, how much money must this have cost? It’s enough that you came; having the family spend the New Year together in lively cheer is all that matters. Why must you make it so extravagant and wasteful?”

Song Li walked in carrying Niannian. Looking at Mother Song’s distressed expression, he said with a smile, “It didn’t cost much, it’s all our gesture of goodwill. Doesn’t it happen only once a year anyway?”

Seeing him, Mother Song hurriedly came forward to greet them, opening her arms in a protective stance, “Slow down, slow down. There’s a stool over here, be careful not to bump into it, it would be terrible if you frightened my precious grandson.”

Song Li looked at her helplessly, “Mom, don’t be so dramatic. Doing this is actually more likely to frighten your precious grandson, alright?”

“Nonsense.” Mother Song glared at him and ignored him, lowering her head to look at the little baby in his arms, a blossom of smiles instantly bursting across her face, “Aiya, our Niannian truly is handsome! These little clothes were the ones I bought last time, right? Look at how energetic and festive he looks wearing them, just like a baby straight out of a New Year painting.”

Mother Song had been right there taking care of him while Song Li was doing his postpartum confinement, so she had spent a long time with Niannian. The little guy seemed to remember her appearance; his dark, shiny big eyes were clear and bright, and seeing her, he actually burst into laughter, even stretching out two chubby paws toward her with “ya, ya” sounds.

Mother Song’s heart melted completely, reaching out her hands to hold him, “Be good, Niannian, Grandma’s precious heart. Do you want Grandma to hold you? Come here, let Grandma give you a cuddle.”

Song Li carefully handed Niannian into her arms, watching as she gave him kisses and played the fool to make him happy, the elder and the young enjoying themselves immensely. Father Song watched from the side with an itching heart while pacing over with his hands behind his back to take a look; his usually stern, rigid face was now displaying a rare overflow of affection.

Song Li found it amusing watching from the side. People always said that affection skips a generation, but in the past, he had only heard about it. Ever since Niannian was born, seeing the youthfully reverted behavior of Mother He, Father He, and his own mom and dad, he had finally experienced the true meaning of that phrase firsthand.

The two adults played with Niannian for quite a long while, until the little guy grew tired from playing. Blinking his wide, dark eyes, he looked like he was getting sleepy, and only then did they reluctantly hand him back to Song Li.

Song Li coaxed Niannian to sleep. Seeing him smacking his little lips as he began to let out tiny snores, his little face flushed pink and sleeping soundly, he finally sent him to his own room to rest.

The moment he came out of the room, Mother Song pulled him to the side. Glancing at He Muyan, who was sitting on the sofa chatting with Father Song, she pulled two red envelopes out of her pocket and handed them over, “Here, this is the New Year’s lucky money your father and I are giving to Niannian.”

Song Li hadn’t intended to take them, shaking his head sub-consciously, “Mom, there’s no need to…”

“Take it if I tell you to.” Mother Song glared at him, “I know you two must have seen grand scenes at your in-laws’ place yesterday, so the red envelopes from two old folks like your dad and me probably won’t catch your eyes, but no matter what, this is the gesture of goodwill from your dad and me to our Niannian. You can’t refuse it, you must take it.”

Looking at her gaze, Song Li hesitated no longer and accepted the red envelopes.

“I thank you both on Niannian’s behalf.”

Song Mom patted his shoulder, “It’s getting late, and my chicken soup is still simmering. Go over there and keep yourselves occupied. Watch your mom prepare a whole royal feast for the three of you father and sons today, so we can properly celebrate the New Year together.”

Song Li nodded, rolling up his sleeves as he looked at her, “Then I’ll go give you a hand and help out.”

“Don’t, no need.” Mother Song interrupted him, reaching out to shoo him aside, “Didn’t my son-in-law say you weren’t feeling well? Mom sees your complexion isn’t too great either, you must have been exhausted these past few days. Go rest. There are nuts and snacks on the table, eat a bit to line your stomach first.”

Song Li paused. He hadn’t expected Mother Song to still be keeping in mind what He Muyan said this morning about him being unwell. Thinking of the specific reason why he was feeling unwell, Song Li couldn’t help but flush a bit, not daring to look Song Mom in the eye as he coughed once, “Then… Mom, if you can’t manage everything yourself, call us anytime. We’re just sitting idle with nothing to do anyway.”

“Got it, got it. Go on now.”

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