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Lu Lingcong was not making lip-to-lip contact with Xie Jing for the first time.
In the pool in the forest glen that summer night, he pressed his lips against Xie Jing’s to give him air. Although there was no time for romantic thoughts at that critical moment, the fleeting sensation would occasionally flash through his mind when he couldn’t sleep and was counting sheep at night afterwards.
But ultimately, that wasn’t a real kiss. At the very least, Xie Jing hadn’t actively responded or enjoyed it and certainly hadn’t acted like this—he kissed him once, called him gege, then kissed him again, fitting their lips together perfectly. Tilting his head, he brushed his cool nose along his cheekbone, paused, and looked closely at the faint smear of rouge he had left on his lip. Clearly pleased, he let a slightly childish smile show, licked that spot with the tip of his tongue, wiped it away with a rough swipe, and finally leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Lu Lingcong recalled that his consort mother’s cat would sometimes respond to affection by nudging with its soft pink nose, lightly brushing a person’s hand like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, then instantly retreating, leaving behind a sesame-sized trace of cool moisture.
Xie Jing’s call of “gege,” spoken after his courtesy name, disturbed Lu Lingcong’s breathing even more than the succession of kisses. It was simply because Lu Lingcong truly was an older brother, and Xie Jing genuinely had an older brother as well.
They introduced an inappropriate address into a relationship more intimate than that of brothers, deliberately forcing each other to associate with the four characters of “brotherly love and respect,” to recall their usual circumstances as older and younger brothers, and then to feel doubly ashamed for the bizarre, almost incestuous pleasure of the moment.
Lu Lingcong knew Xie Jing was doing it on purpose. They were not brothers and had no blood relation, so they didn’t need to endure such grotesque moral torment, but Xie Jing clearly understood that calling him “gege” in this setting was even more captivating and soul-stirring than calling him “fujun”.
He possessed an unbidden charm.
