Page 38 of He Is My Bride

Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s shoulders and brought his face close, looking at him with a concerned frown, although his eyes couldn’t focus on anything for long:

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay, Junjun, you saved me!” Li Ying grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, and Hanjun would have blushed if his cheeks weren’t now permanently red. “But why?!” Li Ying lamented, “ Why did you keep drinking against me!”

“No one…” Hanjun slurred, raising his hands to Li Ying’s cheeks. “‘Mwah mwah’ my Li Ying.”

Li Ying blinked. A blush crept on his cheeks as well, but he laughed. “Hanjun, you’re such a silly melon!” he baby-talked and pinched Hanjun’s cheeks.

Coming to the lobby, Hanjun’s phone rang with a message.

“Hanjun, your phone.”

As Hanjun didn’t react but only looked at Li Ying dully, Li Ying took his phone from his pocket and checked the message for him—of course he knew Hanjun’s pin.

“It’s Hanrong: ‘ Are you two okay?’ Of course we are! Right, Hanjun?”

“Mm.”

“ ‘We are fantastic, thanks bro! Worry about that other bitch.’ Next message: ‘I’m taking Li Ying home . Because I’m silly and cute .’ Send.”

Hanjun didn’t protest the contents of the message.

Li Ying took out his own phone in his other hand and started calling Anne while entering a taxi app on Hanjun’s. His brain was on acceleration, as opposed to Hanjun, who had become slow like a computer with not enough processing power.

“Hey darling, we’re out, meet us outside. …Yeah, yeah, it was great! Zero dead, two injured, I think. No, not us, who do you think I am? I’ll tell you on the way.”

Hanrong had responded: Alright, good to know. Goodnight, Li Ying. And a normal smiling emoji .

“You both text like grandpas.”

No comment.

They went outside to wait for their ride, and soon Anne ran across the street to meet them.

“It’s barely midnight, I thought you would be out later. Are you okay? Uh, Sir Hanjun?”

Hanjun was staring into nothing, swaying precariously where he stood.

Their taxi came, and this time Li Ying held the door for him and saw that he got in alright. Once in the backseat with Anne, Li Ying gave her the tea. He also told the taxi driver to drive them through a fried chicken joint to get some takeaway. He had gotten a craving.

Anne came up to Hanjun’s apartment to hear the rest of it while they ate their buckets of greasy chicken and drank a few more Moscow Mules against Li Ying’s better judgment. Anne hunted people down on social media as Li Ying dropped their names.

“Oh wow, I have to follow this Huang Xiang! You said he’s a designer?”

“Show me!” Li Ying looked at the man’s profile over Anne’s shoulder: Huang Xiang had stylish, professional-level photos of himself, sketches of his designs, and pictures from fashion events, gallery openings and such, which he had attended and sometimes had his family sponsor, shaking some hands and posing with the models.

Li Ying remembered having promised something to the hopeful young creative:

“Yeah, he’s an amateur designer, but he would probably try going professional if he got an opportunity. I mentioned you, that you might have some connections. But you know, didn’t make any promises.”

“U-huh. Well, I’ll follow him and drop a comment and see if he follows up with anything. What was the name of the Lin guy?”

“Lin Yong.”

“Hmm, is this him?”

Anne showed the feed of a pompous-looking asshole, posing with an array of sports cars, always in a snazzy suit or shirt and often wearing sunglasses and flashing nice watches, often in the company of identical, doll-like women like the one he had been with today.

“This guy has a micropenis,” Li Ying said. “Yep, that’s him.”

“And the bitch?”

“Tang Xiuxiu. …Nu-uh, not for Junjun!” Li Ying swatted Hanjun’s hand when he was reaching for Li Ying’s glass.

“I’m thirsty,” Hanjun mumbled.

“That won’t help you.” Li Ying gave Hanjun his already empty takeaway cup. “Get some water from the tap.”

Hanjun took the cup and obeyed.

Anne kept searching on her phone. “Look at this.” She showed Li Ying some heavily filtered pictures of Xiuxiu and then the other two girls: all almost identical, same poses, same backdrops at expensive hotels and famous restaurants.

“I know what this is: these girls go to a so-called training camp where they are coached on how to find and marry rich men and how to be their ‘celebrity wives!’ These agencies rent them the clothes, take their pictures for social media, and get them access to exclusive clubs where they can meet rich and famous men.”

“What? That’s super shady! Isn’t that basically, like, a con?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Wow.” Li Ying’s case was different, of course, he thought: he was conning in the name of love! He was justified.

“I can’t believe someone like that had the nerve to essentially call you a gold digger!” Anne said.

“Tch, yeah. She probably took me for easy pickings because I’m a foreigner.”

“And that Wang Hao guy she was with? Ugh, what an asshole. But what if you have to run into him at some future family functions? He will be family by marriage after all, albeit distant. ”

Li Ying shrugged. “I can deal with him. Not so sure if he can deal with me though, or Hanjun, haha!” Li Ying glanced at Hanjun, who was still in the kitchen, running water. “Baby, what are you doing?”

Hanjun looked helplessly at him over his shoulder. Li Ying sighed and went to him.

“Oh, baby! The lid is still on,” Li Ying took the lid off the cup, at which point it began to fill up. “What should I do with you?” Li Ying hugged Hanjun from behind while he drank some water, staring dully at the cupboard in front of him, still out of it.

“Anne, I think I have to take my man to bed now. Will you be okay walking home, or should I get you a ride?”

“It’s just over ten-minute walk to the hotel and this part of town is very safe, I’ll be fine. I will come early tomorrow to help you pack.”

Anne left, and Li Ying took Hanjun to the bedroom, sat him down, and took off his clothes for him and removed his earrings.

Once Hanjun was naked Li Ying turned around, held his ponytail aside, and told him to help him with the zipper of his dress.

Once Hanjun had it pulled open, Li Ying wiggled out of the dress and removed the rest. He set Hanjun down on the bed.

The man was obedient like a doll in his drunken stupor.

“Such a jealous man, aren’t you?” Li Ying threw his leg over Hanjun’s hips and ran his hands over his taut belly, his chest. “Hm?” Li Ying cooed and wiggled his hips against Hanjun’s loins. “You’re so hot when you get jealous.”

Hanjun looked up at him with hungry eyes but lay still, except for his small little brother, who stood up immediately at the brush of Li Ying’s supple flesh.

“I’m going to ride you raw, you know?” Li Ying promised with a saucy smile.

Hanjun gave his hips a lazy push in response, his sopping glans pecking a wet kiss against Li Ying’s butt, as if to say ‘hurry up then.’

“Can’t wait… to get you inside me.” Li Ying arched his back and rubbed his crack against the veiny length. It was hot against his skin. Hi s tease made Hanjun’s cock throb against him. Hanjun frowned and grunted under his breath, and his growing impatience aroused Li Ying.

Li Ying poured some lube on his hand and began preparing Hanjun. He slid his hand with barely-there pressure along Hanjun’s cock, spreading the lubricant on it while teasing him.

“I didn’t know you could be so shameless in front of all your friends,” Li Ying said, “claiming me like that.”

Hanjun kept groaning in equal amounts of pleasure and frustration while Li Ying’s hands teased his cock, but for all the kindling fire in his eyes, the man was being patient. Next Li Ying lubed himself up, doing what preparations he could before his own patience ran out.

Li Ying put himself down on it and finally gave them both what they wanted. Li Ying did Hanjun slowly at first, and the man just lay there for him, letting him use his body. It wasn’t every night Hanjun let Li Ying set the pace.

Hanjun’s cock stirred up more when Li Ying picked up the pace, growing harder and thicker inside Li Ying.

“Your dick is so good, Hanjun!” Li Ying mewled. Now he was slamming his ass on Hanjun’s lap in loud, meaty slaps, fucking himself hard on his cock, throwing his head back as he moaned:

“Oh…” Li Ying grinded, rolled his hips, taking Hanjun around the deepest parts of him and enjoyed being so full. He was almost ready to come.

Hanjun couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah—Ah?!” Li Ying was surprised when Hanjun grabbed his hips, sat up, and tilted Li Ying until his back hit the mattress. “Hanjun…?” Li Ying blinked up at him with lust-bright eyes. So much for letting him set the pace.

“Mine,” Hanjun grunted and steadied his legs as he sat up on his knees. He pulled Li Ying’s hips flush against his while Li Ying wrapped his legs around his neck and braced himself to be mounted. “ Mine. ”

“Y-yours…” Li Ying’s stomach knotted when he saw that the fire in Hanjun’s eyes was the same as before, when the man had fought to defend him when no one else had.

Hanjun leaned over Li Ying, shadowing him, and looked him in the eyes while he began to exercise his claim on him.

“A-ah-ah…!” Li Ying could only wail and moan as Hanjun unleashed the lust he’d been reining in all evening, the man’s hips mercilessly pounding into him at a rapid pace, chasing release with determination.

Li Ying came first, and his ass milked Hanjun into an orgasm with him, spasming, squishing around that tool while it filled him down to the hilt.

He could feel Hanjun flood him, filling him up, laying his final claim on him, marking him.

Li Ying’s toes curled somewhere behind Hanjun’s head.

The man’s hands were leaving sweet bruises on his hips as he held him still, making sure he took it all.

When they were done, Hanjun fell over Li Ying in exhaustion. Li Ying wrapped his arms around him and held him tight.

“Mmh… I will miss you so much when I’m gone…” Li Ying said, but looking up at Hanjun’s face he found the man had blissfully passed out, still inside him.

iv The Wu varieties of Sinitic languages, at times simply called Shanghainese, are traditionally perceived as soft in the ears of speakers of both Wu and non-Wu languages, leading to the idiom "the tender speech of Wu".

v Chicken (雞) is a Cantonese slang word for a prostitute.