novelraw Chapter 52 Can I hug you?
Chapter 52 Can I hug you?
Upon meeting the Alpha's gaze, Wen Shumu's smile gradually froze.
Those blue eyes were so deep they seemed to draw him in, making him completely drown in them.
Ling Suyu's gaze lingered on the soft lips for a moment, then he slowly lowered his head as if out of control.
"Knock knock—"
The knocking on the door broke the heat and stopped Ling Suyu's actions.
He suddenly sat up straight, closed his eyes, and steadied his breathing.
"Enter."
Heck brought in the cleaning staff to clean the tableware and tabletops.
The adjutant glanced at Ling Suyu once and dared not turn in that direction again.
The marshal's aura was extremely low, and his expression was somewhat gloomy.
The staff seemed to be affected as well, cleaning up several times faster than usual, and then quickly slipping away after finishing.
Only after the door closed again did Wen Shumu lift his face, which was flushed red, from behind the sofa.
If he wasn't mistaken, did his brother just try to... kiss him?
Ling Suyu felt very remorseful, realizing he had been too rash just now.
This isn't home, how could he possibly want to do something as intimate as kissing Xiaomu in public...?
"I'm sorry, it was an impulsive decision." Ling Suyu lowered his head slightly, his expression serious.
Wen Shumu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was apologizing for his behavior just now.
He laughed: "Brother, I'm your wife, that's perfectly normal. There's nothing impulsive about it, and there's no need to apologize."
Ling Suyu pursed his lips and remained silent.
Wen Shumu thought for a moment, then moved closer to him: "If that's the case, I'll have to apologize twice if I kiss you on Fumeng Star and on Liebing."
Ling Suyu: "..."
He looked at Wen Shumu again, his icy blue eyes shining with a pure light: "Okay, I understand."
Looking at the Alpha like this, Wen Shumu suddenly wanted to ruffle his black hair, just like his brother often did to him.
He thought that way, and that's what he did.
A pair of fair fingers rose, threading through the smooth black hair, and the owner of the fingers followed the movement of the hand, getting closer little by little.
Ling Suyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his body stiffened, like a feline being grabbed by the scruff of its neck. Even the fiercest cheetah cannot resist the instinctive submission.
As if they had touched it enough, the hands slowly moved down until they hooked onto the back of the Alpha's neck.
With a smile in his eyes, Wen Shumu leaned closer and affectionately nuzzled Ling Suyu's nose.
Then you have to step back.
Suddenly, Ling Suyu wrapped his arm around Wen Shumu's waist. He stopped getting up, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking the aloof marshal why he wanted to keep him here.
"Can I... hug you?" Ling Suyu asked softly.
Wen Shumu had remained calm and composed after making such a bold move, but now, because of Ling Suyu's request, his face was gradually flushed.
Wen Shumu bit his lip, and after a moment, nodded gently.
The next second, his vision shifted rapidly, and he was lifted up by the Alpha and placed sideways on Ling Suyu's lap.
This position allows for a very tight embrace, yet it is also extremely... intimate.
A warm hand stroked his back with a little pressure, and Wen Shumu leaned down and rested his head on Ling Suyu's collarbone.
The hand gently patted his back, as if coaxing him to sleep.
Despite their ambiguous relationship, his brother did nothing but hold him and let him take a nap.
Wen Shumu shook his head slightly with amusement, but his heart was enveloped in layers of warmth.
He nuzzled against the Alpha's chest, found a comfortable spot, and closed his eyes.
*
The afternoon competition was about to begin, and the contestants and judges had not yet entered the venue, but a corner of the audience was unusually lively, crowded with many media personnel.
The renowned interstellar manufacturing master and his two beloved students, who have become leaders in the mecha industry, appearing together makes for excellent news material.
A hint of helplessness crossed Adolphus's face: "Go back quickly."
Chu Zhao said, "Of course we'll see you to your seat before we leave."
Adolphus scoffed, "You make it sound like I'm two hundred years old and can't walk anymore."
Chu Zhao remained unfazed: "Even when you're two hundred years old, you'll still be as spry as a bird. I just haven't seen you in so long, I wanted to spend more time with you."
Adolphus and Ludwig: "..."
Ludwig lowered his eyes slightly. Why couldn't Chu Zhao say such nice things in front of him?
The master was rarely speechless, and said awkwardly, "Oh, alright then, I'll sit down."
Ludwig retorted, "Master, I miss you too."
He received a completely different treatment than Chu Zhao.
Adolphus rolled his eyes at him: "What the hell are you thinking? We just met last month."
Ludwig: "..."
Hearing Chu Zhao's low laughter, Ludwig could no longer contain himself. He suddenly reached out and put his arm around Chu Zhao's shoulder, saying with a forced smile, "Master has arrived too. Shouldn't we be going, Senior Brother?"
The pressure on his shoulder almost hurt Chu Zhao. He frowned, didn't answer, but said, "Be gentle."
Ludwig immediately reflexively reduced his grip, but did not withdraw his hand from Chuzhao's shoulder.
This is what Wen Shumu saw when he arrived.
Everyone says that Chuzhao and Ludwig are mortal enemies, but it seems they get along quite well now.
If they were truly mortal enemies, they wouldn't be arm in arm like that.
Wen Shumu stepped forward and greeted them.
When Adolphus saw him arrive, he immediately shooed him away: "I see you two want to be number one in everything. This time, you want to be the first judge to arrive late to the competition? Go away, go away."
Ludwig whispered to Wen Shumu, "The old man has a bad temper. Sigh, young master Wen, please bear with him."
Before Wen Shumu could even speak, he was met with a powerful "Get lost" from Adolphus.
Who's the old man? He's only 53 years old, clearly in the prime of his life!
Before leaving, Chu Zhao looked at Wen Shumu and said, "Thank you for taking care of Master."
Wen Shumu waved his hand and smiled back, "It's nothing."
Not long after they left, the competition began.
Adolphus remained fully focused, even when the game reached a dull stalemate, he was still doodling in his virtual notebook.
Adolphus was noticeably more composed when he was working diligently.
Wen Shumu sat not far away, watching everything unfold.
Not only the masters, but also the many passionate players who fought hard on the field, all of them devoted themselves wholeheartedly to their beloved careers. No matter what results they achieved in the end, their spirit was truly admirable.
And Ling Suyu...
These were people he had never encountered before, even when he was trapped in the Wen family castle.
In the Wen family, everyone was cautious to the point of being gloomy, fearing that they might offend their master in some way and be punished.
The Wen family's masters squandered the wealth accumulated by their ancestors, knowing only how to enjoy themselves.
Wen Shumu's expression turned somber, but softened when he saw Ling Suyu.
Fortunately, he didn't rot there.
After a match, Adolphus listened to Ling Suyu's comments and suddenly exclaimed, "I really want to see Marshal Ling crack the ice with my own eyes!"
As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at Wen Shumu, as if hinting at something.
Wen Shumu: "..."
When the mention of the Ice Rift comes to mind, his first thought is of the day he and his brother kissed and hugged inside the Ice Rift...
Wen Shumu quickly shook his head and picked up the cup to gulp down water.
Wake up! We're at work right now!