Chapter 85 Chapter 85 (1/2)

Our Reality

Chapter 85

How to help?

Ji Yushi only felt that his fingers and palms were hot, making him hardly dare touch let alone hold it.

“Ji Yushi.” Song Qinglan sounded like he was enduring with difficulty, but he still couldn’t help but tease, “You don’t know how?”

Ji Yushi, “Mhn.”

Song Qinglan immediately understood.

He gently held the other person’s pale hands, covering the back of their hand with his palm, and his voice became even hoarser, “Just…..like this.”

….Like this.

Ji Yushi didn’t have much strength left and his arms were limp. If it wasn’t for Song Qinglan guiding him, even his five fingers would have been unable to exert strength.

His heart was pounding loudly. It was even faster than when he finished off just now. The pounding in his ears felt like it was almost about to burst through his eardrums. The sensation coming from his palm was too terrifying. He laid on his back looking up. Although he actually wanted to take a look, he still covered his eyes with his arm.

After all, this was his first time doing this kind of thing. He was not much better than Song Qinglan.

They had been together for less than three days.

Were they progressing too quickly?

It was like a dream.

Ji Yushi belatedly had this thought surface in his mind when his arm was pulled away.

Song Qinglan lowered his head, his eyes heavy and deep, “Will you remember?”

“Remember what?” As soon as Ji Yushi spoke, he discovered that his voice was also very hoarse. It only contained the aftermath of just now, and also some shame.

Suddenly, and with some force, Song Qinglan’s body gave him a demonstration.

Ji Yushi’s palm felt like it was about to catch fire.

He immediately understood, “…..No!”

Song Qinglan released his hand, but he didn’t show any signs of finishing.

This time Ji Yushi could see it clearly. Blood instantly boiled inside him, and his entire body was burning from head to toe. Before he could turn his head away, he was lifted up by the waist by Song Qinglan.

“You will.” Song Qinglan panted. He brushed away the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Once his breathing calmed down slightly, he pressed the tip of his nose against Ji Yushi’s and rubbed against it affectionately, “How I kiss you, hug you, where and what I do, you will remember every detail, unable to forget. Isn’t that right?”

Everything Song Qinglan said was a fact.

At least, with regard to the kiss they shared in the private training room, the memories from that time would resurface again and again without a warning.

Ji Yushi’s face was completely red, but his tone was cold: “Yeah, including sore hands.”

“Then,” Song Qinglan couldn’t help laughing. He kissed his chin, “Help me a little more, just a little longer.”

Ji Yushi: “……Can I take a break?”

Song Qinglan begged in a low voice, “The arrow is already on the bow. Xiao Ji, please have mercy.”

Sitting on Song Qinglan’s lap like this, it was actually quite uncomfortable for Ji Yushi.

The loose bathrobe hung loosely from his body, covering everything except for his long legs and shoulders. His hand lowered again, “…..Mhn.”

……..

“Advisor Ji, go wash your hands.”

Song Qinglan kissed his ear like he was coaxing him and even deliberately spoke seriously.

Everywhere was a mess. The bed was crumpled to no end and clothes were strewn messily across the floor.

There was the sound of a cat scratching at the door.

It was unknown which ‘predecessor’ had been attracted over by the fierce battle just now.

Ji Yushi sprawled against Song Qinglan’s shoulder without any shame. He didn’t want to move, “Want to change the sheets.”

Song Qinglan, “You even don’t like your own?”

Ji Yushi, “Yeah, and it has yours too.”

Song Qinglan laughed, “In that case, it looks like you’re not that averse towards me.”

He picked up Ji Yushi’s bathrobe and helped wipe him down first so that this person who liked cleanliness would feel a little better.

He then said, “You go wash. I’ll change the sheets.”

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Ji Yushi not only washed his hands, but he also took another shower. When he looked in the mirror, he saw that he had some marks on his body. They were probably left by Song Qinglan when he didn’t control his strength well. The two had no experience and they clearly hadn’t gone all the way but everything looked rather erotic and sensual when they were done, as if they really had done everything that could be done.

Helping each other out was actually nothing. Ji Yushi originally thought more would have happened.

But he had to admit that Song Qinglan’s restraint made this relationship progress at a perfect rate.

Everything was just right.

The one scratching the door was Little Black.

It was the timidest one. When Ji Yushi left the bathroom, it meowed as if it had been wronged.

Ji Yushi picked it up, petted it, fed it some snacks brought over by Song Qinglan and then returned to the room.

The smell in the room was strong.

After Song Qinglan changed the sheets, he had opened the window, but the room still faintly smelt a little despite the ventilation.

Seeing him come in, Song Qinglan let him sit down and then naturally took over the job of drying his hair with a towel.

“How many years have you lived alone?” Song Qinglan asked.

Song Qinglan had already washed his hands and found Ji Yushi’s beach shorts to wear —- It was the one he had worn to the beach when he was seventeen, the one Song Qinglan saw him wear in the transfer station. It wasn’t that there weren’t any clothes he could wear; Ji Minyue was large enough and Ji Yushi had some of his clothes, but Song Qinglan was unwilling to wear them.

Ji Yushi, “In two months it’ll be eight years. I moved out after graduating high school.”

The two had already talked about Ji Yushi’s matters before but they had only touched on it.

Song Qinglan wasn’t in the position to ask more about it back then and now that he was able to, he wanted to know everything about Ji Yushi.

Ji Yushi didn’t seem to have many friends, and he also rarely mentioned his family.

Even where he lived, he only had three cats accompanying him. Remembering that the other person had come to Jiang City alone, Song Qinglan felt very uncomfortable inside and even felt a little distressed for the Ji Yushi at the time.

Hearing this answer, Song Qinglan’s actions stopped, “Why?”

He thought of a possibility and asked, “Was the adoptive family not good to you? Or you couldn’t get used to it?”