Morning And Evening Chapter 30

Chang Ming’an turned to the side, wanting to ask him what was wrong. He Mu’s legs were bent, and his knee pressed against Chang Ming’an’s semi-erect penis, and both of them were stunned. He Mu’s breathing went from calm to rapid, and his hot breath sprayed against Chang Ming’an’s ear, his lips opening and closing, making Chang Ming’an’s earlobe itch.

“Feel sorry.”

Chang Ming’an pretended everything was normal and tried to get up from bed, but He Mu’s strength suddenly became so great that he pulled him back onto the bed. Chang Ming’an sat half-upright, propping himself up on his elbows, with one leg bent unnaturally. He felt a hand slide down his lower abdomen and, through his thin pajamas, cover his private area.

“Hmm—”

Chang Ming’an groaned softly, seeing He Mu looking up at him, his cheeks flushed, his wide eyes shining like two clear pools of water, captivating even in the dim room. He Mu’s mischievous hand, hidden under the covers, trembled slightly. He propped himself up on Chang Ming’an’s shoulder with his other hand and softly asked in his ear, “I… help you… okay?”

It’s so pitiful, like a stray kitten asking a passerby who stops to stop for it, “Can I rub against you?”

Chang Ming’an’s indulgence gave He Mu an opportunity. His hand slipped inside the edge of his pants, cupping the bulging bulge through his underwear. He felt it quickly harden, throbbing and burning in He Mu’s hand. Chang Ming’an futilely circled He Mu’s wrist, exhaling a long, hot breath that ruffled He Mu’s long hair that hung by his ear.

He Mu groped through his underwear, all his past experience vanished. He just groped up and down listlessly, from his scrotum to his shaft and then to the sticky glans protruding from the edge of his underwear. He didn’t dare to use too much force. To Chang Ming’an, it was like scratching an itch through his boots, just enough to give him a quick and easy feeling.

Chang Ming’an thought he was doing it on purpose, that he was a flirtatious scoundrel, so he lowered his head and buried it in He Mu’s neck, enveloped by He Mu’s long hair that smelled of shampoo. Their shampoo smelled the same, which gave Chang Ming’an a strange sense of satisfaction.

His cool nose and burning lips were very close to He Mu’s skin, and his hands below were still touching him gently. Chang Ming’an felt like a fire was burning inside him, neither rising nor falling. He also became a wolf and wanted to teach this little rascal a lesson. He bit He Mu’s neck and took his mouth into his mouth, right at the carotid artery.

It didn’t hurt, but He Mu, who was already on edge, was startled. He instinctively tightened his grip, his palm covering the large glans. The urethral opening rubbed against his palm, leaving behind sticky, wet fluid.

Chang Ming’an gave a low, husky “hmm,” which made He Mu’s ears burn. He was actually aroused too, but he was afraid that Chang Ming’an would suddenly realize that they were the same gender, and then their secret game would have to end, so he stepped back. The bed wasn’t very big, and if he pushed any further, he would be sitting on the edge of the bed.

Chang Ming’an remained buried in the crook of his neck, his mouth still holding the piece of meat, his arms around He Mu’s waist to prevent him from retreating.

He discovered he enjoyed biting He Mu. Last time, he bit He Mu’s lip, and seeing him in pain filled him with pity. But seeing him pitifully letting He Mu apply medicine, with his teeth marks on He Mu’s lips, also brought him satisfaction. The thought of waking up the next morning to find faint teeth marks on He Mu’s neck made him feel impolite and inconsiderate, yet he was happy. His rationality had long been worn thin by He Mu’s persistent teasing, and this pleasure had pierced, torn, and burned that veil to ashes.

He Mu groaned anxiously, his voice thick with nasal congestion. He pulled Chang Ming’an’s penis out of his underwear, his pajamas still covering his genitals and his hand, leaving a small, damp patch. He vigorously stroked the penis up and down, trying to distract Chang Ming’an.

But Chang Ming’an wasn’t having any of it. He spread his legs wide, trapping He Mu inside, the two facing each other. He released his bite, but couldn’t resist giving the spot where he’d been bitten a light kiss. This gentle kiss moved He Mu more than anything else. He let out a low moan, his voice trembling with tears, his erection painfully hard.

He didn’t care about anything else, and rubbed his face against Chang Ming’an’s, pleading softly, “Please help me, please help me, okay?”

Of course, that would be great.

Chang Ming’an hesitated slightly due to his unfamiliarity with the movements, but when he smoothly grasped He Mu’s private parts along He Mu’s fair thighs and heard He Mu’s sobbing and moaning as if she couldn’t breathe, he felt a surge of pleasure and ejaculated into He Mu’s palm.

He took a couple of breaths, then cupped He Mu’s penis in his large hand and began to stroke it carefully, slowly but powerfully.

“Is this how I’m helping you?” Chang Ming’an asked incessantly, like a curious student. “Is this alright?”

He Mu had no time to consider whether Chang Ming’an was right or wrong. He only knew that he was like an ice cream in summer, melting little by little in Chang Ming’an’s arms. He spread his legs wider and thrust his waist forward, cooperating with Chang Ming’an’s movements. He wanted to kiss Chang Ming’an, but he had already gone too far today, so he could only rub his face against Chang Ming’an’s face, which was very cloying.

He was handed over to Chang Ming’an.

It was only then that he realized his hand was still covered in Chang Ming’an’s semen, placed on his hairy lower abdomen, next to his still semi-erect penis after ejaculation.

He then became shy and tried to pull his hand back. Chang Ming’an held his hand with her clean one, pulled a tissue from the bedside table, and groped to wipe their hands clean in the dark. Before turning on the light, she asked softly, “Go wash up?”

He Mu didn’t dare to look at him at all. She shook her head and, just before the light was turned on, threw herself back into the pillow and buried her face in it.

He sensed Chang Ming’an turn on the light, get out of bed, change his pants, go to the bathroom, then come back, turn off the light, and cover them both with the blanket again. He Mu was still lying face down as if asleep, his face buried in the pillow, only his red ear tips showing.

Chang Ming’an sighed, put his hand on his lower back, and said, “Good night.”

“Um.”

He Mu’s voice remained muffled under the pillow until a long time later, when he felt that Chang Ming’an should be asleep, he finally revealed his face. Looking at Chang Ming’an’s sleeping face, he began to worry.

The next day, He Mu had arranged to go to rehearsal with He Jun and the others.

After the winter solstice, there were only three days left until the performance. The entire crew was on edge. Fei Qingqing transformed into a roaring lioness, and she and He Jun played good cop and bad cop, whipping the entire crew and scrambling forward. Even He Mu became nervous.

He woke up when the first rays of sunlight touched his face. His mind was filled with dreams all night, but he didn’t know what he dreamed about. He only remembered a jumbled mess of things, all revolving around Chang Ming’an’s face. He tiptoed out of bed, intending to go to the dance studio to practice his morning exercises before rehearsals started, since final exams were coming up soon.

He quickly washed up, opened the door and was about to walk out when he saw Chang Ming’an hurriedly walking out of the bedroom barefoot. When he saw him, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He Mu didn’t dare to look at him or speak to him. She just stood there quietly.

“Let’s talk…” Chang Ming’an’s voice was still hoarse from waking up.

Such an opening made He Mu’s mind race with bad thoughts. This was the first time he had ever offended Chang Ming’an like this. He didn’t want to listen to him at all. He quickly rushed to the door, closed it, and squeezed through the half-closed elevator door.

Chang Ming’an wasn’t wearing shoes, and he couldn’t go out barefoot.

He Mu apologized quietly to the other people in the elevator, watched the elevator slowly descend, and took out his phone to turn it off.

He just didn’t want to listen, but he couldn’t stay away from it forever. He would go back tonight because he didn’t want to go anywhere except Chang Ming’an’s place. He would listen to it tonight, as if that would allow him to avoid all the bad things.