Page 32 of He Is My Bride

“Come to me, papi! ” Li Ying called to him.

Hanjun seemed confused over Li Ying’s antics, but Li Ying laughed and went to him. He danced against Hanjun with a playful wiggle of his hips.

Hanjun was particularly hot in his swagger: he wore a long-sleeved button-up in white silk satin, and he’d rolled his sleeves over his elbows so that his watch was well on display.

Hanjun showed brand loyalty with Vacheron-Constantin, but this one had a larger steel wristband than his day-to-day watch.

His black pants had a tapered cut, and the pant sleeve was cropped above the ankle.

Paired with low- cut black loafers without socks, Hanjun was baring a ‘scandalous’ amount of skin.

Silver-buckled belt. Everything was top-notch quality and there were no obvious logos in sight, making the fit tasteful.

It was still oddly dandy and casual for Hanjun, who usually stuck to classic cuts and erred on the side of formal.

“Hanjun! What are you doing, showing so much ankle!” Li Ying leaned down and playfully swatted Hanjun’s bare ankle. “You slut!” Li Ying laughed, but Hanjun flustered and looked at Anne pleadingly.

“Maybe it’s too much?” Hanjun said.

“No!” Anne marched over and grabbed Li Ying, pulling him away from Hanjun and hug-wrestled him. “Sir Hanjun looks very stylish and trendy and Li Ying shuts his mouth!”

Li Ying hooted, “Hanjun’s slutty ankles are showing! What will people think? Hahaha!”

“No, shut up, don’t bully!” Anne tickled Li Ying, and they wrestled across the kitchen as Li Ying half-heartedly tried to get away from her while laughing.

“Anne, no! I will cry, my eyeliner will smear and you’ll have to do it again!”

“It’s still waterproof, you stupid egg, so cry all you want!”

“Anne is a bully! Hanjun, help me!”

“You deserve it!”

Hanjun kept himself out of it. Once they had settled down Li Ying said:

“It’s a really good look though, Hanjun, you look so hot! Good job, Anne.”

“Thank you.” Anne still gave him a final playful slap on the shoulder.

“But you know what I think he needs?” Li Ying trotted into the bedroom and dug out the diamond studs he had worn on Christmas Eve, bringing them over. “These are clip-ons.” he declared, holding them up for Hanjun “More drip for Junjun!”

“No.” Hanjun dodged as Li Ying tried to put the studs on him .

“Just try them! I wanna see.”

“Hmm,” Anne hummed thoughtfully, “Li Ying might be onto something. Sir Hanjun could at least try them on?”

Hanjun stopped fleeing and let Li Ying clip the studs on his earlobes. Li Ying stepped back to see him properly.

“Wow.” Li Ying was impressed.

“It looks good.” Anne agreed. “Wait.” She fetched a hand mirror and let Hanjun see for himself. “What does Sir Hanjun think?”

Hanjun turned his head, looking at himself in the mirror with the earrings glimmering on each ear. “…Ostentatious.”

“Hey!” Li Ying exclaimed, “I think you look so nice! You like seeing me all pretty and showing me off to everyone, right? Well, I like to show you off too, because you’re the most handsome and elegant man in the world, and you’re mine.”

Hanjun looked embarrassed, but nodded. “Fine. I’ll wear them for you.” He lifted one hand to fidget with the diamond stud.

Li Ying hugged him, grinning all the while he brought his lips close to Hanjun’s ear and whispered:

“I like to see my Hanjun pretty, too.” He gave Hanjun’s earlobe a flick of his tongue, making the man shiver.

“Ahem.” Anne checked her phone for the time. “We should get going.”

The trio took a taxi out of the Concession. Hanjun held the door for Li Ying and admired how elegantly he folded his legs inside the car, trying not to let his imagination run too far up along them, to where he knew Li Ying had hidden their little secret.

Hanjun still couldn’t take his eyes off Li Ying on the way, even as he sat in the front and Li Ying in the back.

Hanjun adjusted the vanity mirror just to spy on him through it: to watch him take out a small pocket mirror and touch up his lip gloss.

The applicator pressed against his soft lips, and Hanjun knew how sweet their kisses were .

Li Ying glanced ahead and saw Hanjun’s piercing eyes through the mirror, looking at him like that . He felt preyed on in the most wonderful of ways, feeling a warm throb in his tucked away member, and lightly rubbed his thighs together, to give himself some stimulation.

How about we just show our faces and go back home to do it all night? Li Ying thought, and was sure Hanjun shared the sentiment.

The taxi dropped them near the venue, and there they parted ways with Anne, who went to take her post at a lounge on the opposite side of the street. She gave Li Ying the ‘call-me’ gesture and said:

“Let me know if you need anything.”

Li Ying blew her a kiss and waved. He and Hanjun continued to the lobby of the high-rise where the club was located on the top floor.

There were bouncers checking tickets by one of the elevators.

Hanjun and Li Ying joined the VIP queue and were swiftly let through.

Few of the ‘common folk’ on the other side of the red rope gave them lingering gazes, but Li Ying ignored them.

They stepped into the elevator, and the moment they were alone, the air between them was electrified.

“I’m almost ready to go home already, what about you?” Li Ying’s laughing voice was tense with excitement and nerves, wanting Hanjun to just pin him to the wall—they hadn’t done it in an elevator yet—but he knew it wouldn’t be wise.

“Mm.” Hanjun agreed. He touched Li Ying’s waist as he wrapped his arm around him. “Let’s not be long.”

The elevator doors opened to a space which held the cloakroom, couches, and entrance to the restrooms. They could hear distant house music from the corridor leading to the actual club.

There were a few people here, waiting for their groups, checking their phones, and women fixing their makeup.

Hanjun led Li Ying to the cloakroom, hand around his waist protectively, possessively, or both, aware of the eyes that were on them.

While leaving their coats, someone called from behind them :

“So, Wu Yiheng finally let you come back?”