Been Waiting for You to Escape Marriage for a Long Time – CH71

Chapter 71: Kiss Kiss Kiss, Little Cat

Shen Shuyi tried to grab his phone within three seconds!

Three seconds!

Grab!

Grab—

Grab…

Where’s the phone???

Three minutes later, Shen Shuyi drained the bathtub and finally found his ruined iPhone at the very bottom.

He even tried the ancient method he once learned from Little Red Notes: using a hairdryer to dry it and turn it on.

Failed to boot!

Shen Shuyi shook the phone, feeling that it had completely turned into a hard brick.

Oh well, he didn’t really need his phone tonight anyway.

Tomorrow morning he would have Zhao Yuheng buy him a new one.

Speaking of Zhao Yuheng…

The only inconvenience of the broken phone tonight was that he couldn’t contact him.

He had even said he wanted to come over and kiss him, to see how stubborn his lips were.

The thought of this made Shen Shuyi’s cheeks heat up.

He suddenly felt that the timing of the phone breaking was perfect!

It gave him a perfect excuse to reject Zhao Yuheng!

Hehe, this guy was still in the stage of pursuing him, yet always broke the rules by kissing him repeatedly.

Shen Shuyi had never been kissed by any of his previous hundreds of suitors. Who dared to kiss him while chasing him?

Only Zhao Yuheng, relying on his affection for Shen Shuyi, could…

Do as he pleased.

Shen Shuyi, expressionless, denied any feelings.

No feelings, thank you!

Keep your thoughts, especially that love-addled brain!

After the bath, Shen Shuyi dried his hair, changed into pajamas, and flopped onto the big bed, rolling around twice.

Locked the door, kicked off his slippers, pulled up the covers—wait for Zhao Yuheng? In his dreams!

Shen Shuyi put on a sleep mask, closed his eyes, and lay in the sheets, smelling fragrant and cozy.

Without a phone, he fell asleep quickly. Little cats always sleep well.

However, before the phone fell in the water, he had done something reckless with his brother.

He felt this would bring him some trouble—tomorrow he might wake up to Shen Lu at the foot of the bed, broom in hand, ready to discipline him.

Yes, no matter how rich.

In China, the broom is an irreplaceable household tool. Robotic vacuums and vacuum cleaners cannot combine cleaning with the proper function of educating the next generation.

But there was nothing he could do now. He’d wait until tomorrow to deal with it.

Yet Shen Shuyi didn’t wait for the next morning—he was awakened at 1 a.m. by wet, delicate kisses.

He discovered he could breathe freely, yet there was a man heavily pressing on him, a fuzzy head bobbing at his neck. The hair was slightly stiff but smelled of shampoo, clearly already washed.

Shen Shuyi was shocked and tried to sit up.

But a familiar floral-fruity scent reached his nose, and he froze, then ripped off his sleep mask.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Yuheng!

“What are you—”

Shen Shuyi, groggy from sleep, spoke weakly, almost like a pout.

“You locked the door.” Zhao Yuheng kissed him enough, then rested his forehead against Shen Shuyi’s collarbone, breathing softly.

A man breathing like that—it was deadly.

Shen Shuyi’s ears flushed in embarrassment, his heart racing. He hastily tried to push him away.

“How did you get in if I locked the door?”

He finally had some strength, but his body was still soft.

Pushing Zhao Yuheng was impossible. The man simply relaxed, arms on the headboard, trapping Shen Shuyi possessively in his embrace.

Looking down from above, eyes still burning with the desire from the earlier kiss—not lust, but an almost pathological obsession.

He gazed at Shen Shuyi, deep and calm like an iceberg beneath a still sea, gently nuzzling his nose.

Zhao Yuheng didn’t speak, but Shen Shuyi felt a cold breeze.

He turned to the right—the balcony door had somehow been opened, and the cold wind rushed in.

Snow had begun falling again in Beijing in the early morning hours.

“This is the second floor!” Shen Shuyi was stunned. “You didn’t climb the balcony to get in, did you?”

Zhao Yuheng chuckled lightly. “Is it hard?”

Shen Shuyi: ?

Shen Shuyi: !

Disbelief filled his eyes.

“Only three or four meters high, easy to climb,” Zhao Yuheng said. “I used to… as a kid, often do these things. In middle and high school, I climbed walls, sometimes other people’s homes.”

Shen Shuyi wanted to scold him, but Zhao Yuheng’s topic distracted him.

“Why would you climb into other people’s houses?” Shen Shuyi asked curiously.

“To collect debts,” Zhao Yuheng said. “I was a small-time thug for a while… not exactly, but there were often pool halls with slot machines or small gambling rooms in Sanhe Bay.”

“In 9th grade… I wanted to save for high school tuition, so I watched these places for a while. Our leader, A Fei, took me to collect money; sometimes, if debtors didn’t open the door, we had to climb the balcony.”

Zhao Yuheng told the story, “Urban village balconies are harder to climb than this, with illegal structures everywhere, and flower pots could fall on your head.”

Time had passed so long that Shen Shuyi nearly forgot Zhao Yuheng had such a tough, poor childhood.

He felt a pang, unable to imagine a family so poor they couldn’t even pay high school tuition.

“How much was your high school tuition short?”

Thousands? Tens of thousands?

Zhao Yuheng gave a number Shen Shuyi never expected: “A few hundred yuan.”

Shen Shuyi stared in shock, adorable as ever.

Zhao Yuheng pinched his delicate nose: “An amount you wouldn’t even glance at if it fell on the ground.”

Shen Shuyi looked puzzled.

Zhao Yuheng admitted he was a little exaggerating his misfortune, but the plan worked—Shen Shuyi, soft-hearted, didn’t know how to react.

Zhao Yuheng quickly collected himself, ruffling Shen Shuyi’s hair: “It’s past. If I hadn’t revisited old skills tonight, I’d have forgotten I even could do this.”

Shen Shuyi remained silent.

Zhao Yuheng bent slightly over him: “Feeling sorry for me?”

“Who’s feeling sorry!”

“Mm,” Zhao Yuheng teased. “Then just being stubborn, huh?”

“Who…” Shen Shuyi lifted his head, eyes slightly red, rubbing them. “I’m crying because I’m sleepy, yawning out tears.”

“Such a sentimental little cat,” Zhao Yuheng teased.

“…Gross!”

“Really nothing. If I knew I’d make you sad, I wouldn’t tease you,” Zhao Yuheng explained. “I just suddenly acted pitiful. I was smart as a kid, knew how to make money early.”

“Did you manage to save enough for tuition?” Shen Shuyi asked.

“Yes,” Zhao Yuheng said. “Otherwise, how could I go to high school, then university, and eventually meet you?”

“If you hadn’t gotten lost as a kid, you would have met me anyway.”

Shen Shuyi thought of their misaligned coincidences and the strange fact that they were still ending up married. Fate really is strange.

Zhao Yuheng thought along with him: “Then we’d be childhood sweethearts. I’d have been chasing you since middle school.”

Shen Shuyi: “…”

“You really have no ambition! If you had grown up in the Zhao family, you’d think about important things—using resources, going to better schools, reading more, inheriting wealth, expanding your business empire!”

Zhao Yuheng seriously considered.

“I feel like all that isn’t as important as dating you.”

“Hopeless,” Shen Shuyi flopped on the bed, turning over. “Go away, can’t talk to a love-addled brain. We’re on different levels!”

“You know I’m love-addled, so when will you agree to be with me?” Zhao Yuheng asked with a smile.

Shen Shuyi lay on his side, unmoving.

“Shen Shuyi? Asleep?”

“Zzzzzzz…”

“Gonna use this trick forever?”

Who cares? Works once, works forever!

“Since you’re asleep, I’ll kiss you.”

“….”

“Baby? No reply, so I’ll assume consent.”

Shen Shuyi closed his eyes as the man crept closer with each word.

Eventually, heat pressed to his ear; he felt the man’s full body on him.

“Really kissing me?”

Shen Shuyi shut his eyes tightly, lashes trembling like a dragonfly.

Two seconds felt longer than two years.

He could no longer endure the sticky, ambiguous atmosphere, lifting the covers to sit up—only to be caught by Zhao Yuheng.

A dessert offered cannot go uneaten.

Zhao Yuheng’s full lips brushed his, pressing and parting just enough, never greedy.

Step by step, Shen Shuyi couldn’t react, tilted back, dazed.

…What happened just now when I turned my head??

Zhao Yuheng chuckled: “Baby, you leaned into it yourself.”

“You!”

Shen Shuyi’s lips were still wet—whose saliva, he didn’t know.

Zhao Yuheng just smiled at him.

“Shameless.”

“Mm.”

“Disgraceful!”

“Okay.”

“Filthy!”

“Fine?”

Shen Shuyi hurled all his curses, but Zhao Yuheng was unmoved, thick-skinned, fearless.

“My conduct is already low, so can I break the jar and kiss you again?” Zhao Yuheng asked.

“Baby?” He scooped Shen Shuyi and blanket into his arms. Shen Shuyi failed at playing dead, flailing: “Let me sleep! It’s 2 a.m.!”

“One kiss, then sleep.”

Shen Shuyi stiffened.

Zhao Yuheng had seen in Zhao Ci’s friend circle how cats stiffen when they don’t want to be held. He thought Shen Shuyi was the same now.

“One kiss, okay? Just one.”

“You’ve already kissed me many times!”

“One more.”

“No.”

“Baby, please, please.”

“…Ugh, you’re really annoying. Just kiss me, finish quickly, then sleep.”

Zhao Yuheng, confident, pressed down, kissing him passionately and thoroughly for a while.

He realized Shen Shuyi liked persistent affection. Why hadn’t he discovered this trick two years ago?

Though he didn’t taste Shen Shuyi’s lips, cheeks, ears, neck, and collarbone were all left damp.

Shen Shuyi was breathless, leaving only whimpers and hums.

Next room, Zhao Ci was in tears.

“Bro, when will you finish kissing him? I want to go downstairs for water!”

Why is this script of a sleeping husband so hard to perform T_T?!

Zhao Yuheng left only after Shen Shuyi fell asleep.

Shen Shuyi had been pinned and kissed for a long time, planning to ask about the past two years abroad—but he ended up exhausted from the kisses!

He could actually be tired from being kissed!

Whether a hallucination or dream, he felt Zhao Yuheng hadn’t just kissed his face—he had nibbled at his lips multiple times while he was half-asleep.

At breakfast, Shen Shuyi felt something was off, typing under the table to Zhao Yuheng.

[Did you secretly kiss my lips last night?]

[No.] Zhao Yuheng lied effortlessly.

Shen Shuyi suspected but had no evidence.

Plus, the phone in his hand was bought by Zhao Yuheng this morning, so he couldn’t argue for now.

[I think what you’re doing now is wrong.]

[How so?]

[You’re pursuing me, but you can’t always kiss me. That’s the wrong pace. Usually, people kiss only after confirming the relationship.]

Shen Shuyi held the phone, trying to reason.

This guy’s audacity! Right here at the Zhao house!

[I didn’t kiss lips, just face.] Zhao Yuheng emphasized.

[Still wrong!] Shen Shuyi sighed.

[Then when can I kiss you whenever I want? Be together?] Zhao Yuheng typed with one hand: [Can you accept my pursuit?]

[No!]

What nonsense, pursuing so poorly, and for such a short time.

Was Shen Shuyi so easy to chase?

[Okay.]

Okay, what?

He wouldn’t get angry? Giving up?

Shen Shuyi became cautious.

[You’re not thinking you can give up just because I’m hard to chase, right?]

Feeling accusatory, he sent a small cat observation emoji.

[Impossible, unless I’m dead.]

“…..”

Alright then.

Shen Shuyi felt good, even drank more bird’s nest porridge.

[Shen Shuyi is precious, so it doesn’t matter how long I pursue, or if you tease me, it’s voluntary.]

[Even ten or eight years is fine.]

Shen Shuyi almost choked.

Ten years? Eight years?

Not that bad!

[No need to chase that long…] he tactfully reminded.

[Mm, Little Shu, don’t worry, I’ll catch you soon (cute emoji)]

What a tease!

Zhao Yuheng waited a while, got no reply.

He put down the phone, looked up—Shen Shuyi was already holding his bowl, obediently eating breakfast.

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