Chapter 152: Kissed Him
Jiang Lin winced as she wiped the dripping sweat from her forehead, letting out a long, miserable sigh. “If we keep baking under this sun, we’re literally going to peel like onions.”
They finally reached the vehicles. Pulling the door open, a suffocating blast of trapped heat poured out—the car had been parked under the direct sun with the engine off, turning the interior into a sweltering furnace with seats far too hot to touch.
“Dammit!” Lin Xiao was the first to vault into the driver’s seat, grimacing as the scalding upholstery bit through his clothes. “This tin can is even hotter than the street!” Cursing under his breath, he hurriedly rolled down all the windows to get some air moving.
Yet the breeze outside was just as scorching. Blowing in, it offered no relief, merely whipping thick waves of baked air through the cabin until it was impossible to tell whether it was worse inside or outside.
Both cars faced the same battle. After fiddling with the vents for what felt like ages, they managed to shave off only a fraction of the heat, leaving the air uncomfortably thick and muggy.
“When is this godawful heatwave ever going to break?” Lin Xiao grumbled, tugging at the collar of his sweat-soaked T-shirt while navigating through traffic. “If it stays like this much longer, we’re all going to be roasted alive.”
Sitting in the back, Chu Yang shifted restlessly against the seat, feeling prickly from the heat.
He searched his memory, trying to recall the climate timeline from the original novel. The details were hazy, but he vaguely remembered that after this brutal heatwave peaked, there would be a brief transitional window where temperatures normalized, though other extreme weather anomalies soon followed in its wake…
“It should… end soon, hopefully,” Chu Yang said with cautious optimism. “It can’t stay fifty degrees forever.”
Even the usually composed Su Mubai was slightly furrowing his brows, fine beads of sweat glinting along his fair brow. Tugging at his shirt collar for a sliver of airflow, he broke his usual silence to agree: “Yeah. I hope things return to normal soon.” The sticky, humid heat was enough to fray anyone’s nerves.
The two vehicles powered through the shimmering heatwaves, finally returning to the peaceful sanctuary of Emerald Mountain Court.
The moment they stepped inside the air-conditioned villa, a wave of cool, crisp air washed over them, prompting a collective sigh of relief.
Wang Li had already set out dinner and was sitting in the living room, keeping an eye on little Niu Niu.
Seeing the group walk in, she greeted them with a warm smile. “You’re back? Look at you all, drenched in sweat—go wash your faces quickly. Dinner’s ready; I let it cool down a bit, so it’s just right for this weather.”
Spotting the little girl, Little Yu trotted over and dropped into a crouch beside her. “Niu Niu, what are you playing with?”
Holding up a small toy truck, Niu Niu beamed, her childish voice bright and sweet: “Big Brother, car! Play with me!”
“Sure!” Little Yu agreed cheerfully, and the two children immediately immersed themselves in their game.
Dinner was light, crisp, and refreshing.
Having spent the entire afternoon running around in the sweltering heat, the simple, cooling meal was exactly what everyone needed to unwind.
Once they finished, the group scattered to their rooms.
Chu Yang was the first to complain as he stood up: “I can’t stand this another second—I’m hitting the shower! I don’t even know how many layers of sweat I worked up out there; my clothes are practically glued to my back.”
Su Mubai glanced down at his own light-colored T-shirt. The back was soaked through with obvious damp patches, sticking uncomfortably against his skin.
With a faint nod to the others, he headed up the stairs toward his bedroom.
Standing before the full-length mirror, he caught his reflection—the subtle fatigue in his eyes, and a quiet, unconscious curve at the corner of his lips when a certain person crossed his mind. He froze, caught off guard by his own expression, before quickly schooling his face with a touch of self-directed annoyance.
That blockhead… he had insisted on giving Su Mubai the master suite with the private balcony, happily relegating himself to the slightly smaller guest room next door.
Recalling the earnest look on Lin Xiao’s face—that stubborn conviction that Little Bai deserves the finest room—the lingering irritation in Su Mubai’s chest seemed to melt away, replaced by an unfamiliar, lingering sweetness.
Shaking his head, he stripped off his sweat-stained clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
He turned the tap, watching clean water steadily fill the deep tub.
Lowering himself into the bath, the soothing warmth enveloped his strained muscles, coaxing a soft, quiet sigh of relief from his lips.
Meanwhile, out in the second-floor hallway.
Lin Xiao stood holding a small ceramic bowl filled with shaved ice that Wang Li had just prepared.
Scattered across the crushed ice were sweet chunks of canned peach and pineapple retrieved from Chu Yang’s spatial stash. In this sweltering weather, the chilled dessert looked irresistibly refreshing.
Knowing Su Mubai struggled with the heat and had a sweet tooth for cold treats, Lin Xiao figured this would hit the spot.
He walked up to Su Mubai’s door and gave it a light knock. “Little Bai? You in there?”
Silence answered him.
Lin Xiao knocked twice more, but heard nothing from inside.
Hesitating for a second, he tested the metal handle—it turned smoothly, unlocked.
“Little Bai? I’m coming in, okay?” Pushing the door open, he stepped inside with the bowl in hand.
At that exact moment, the bathroom door clicked open.
Su Mubai stepped into the bedroom with only a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his hips. His dark hair was dripping wet, and he was casually patting his neck dry with a smaller hand towel.
Stray droplets glided down his pale throat, tracing the delicate hollows of his collarbones before vanishing beneath the towel at his waist.
The hot steam had painted his pale, usually aloof cheeks with a delicate rosy flush.
Lin Xiao froze dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide as his fingers nearly lost their grip on the bowl.
His mind buzzed, wiping all logical thought clean in an instant, leaving only the vivid, unguarded vision before him.
He had never realized just how breathtaking Little Bai could look.
It wasn’t his usual cool, distant elegance, but a soft, defenseless, almost intoxicating allure.
Su Mubai clearly hadn’t expected anyone to barge in. He startled, his brow furrowing as his hand instinctively grabbed the clean T-shirt draped over a chair to shield his chest. “Why did you come in without asking?”
“I… I brought you some shaved ice…” Lin Xiao stammered, finally finding his tongue. His voice came out raspy and dry as he fumbled to set the bowl down on the nearby side table, yet his eyes remained magnetically locked onto Su Mubai.
The clean lines of Su Mubai’s bare chest, uncovered by the shirt, gleamed softly under the warm lighting, dusted with that delicate post-shower pink… Lin Xiao swallowed hard, his throat parched, his pulse hammering against his temples like a war drum.
The final thread of rational restraint in his head snapped with a distinct twang.
Operating purely on instinct, he closed the distance between them in two long strides.
“What are you doing?” Su Mubai took a half-step back, the back of his calves hitting the edge of the bed as he frowned up at him.
Lin Xiao’s gaze was far too raw, too blazing, sending a sudden, frantic flutter through Su Mubai’s own chest.
“Little Bai…” Lin Xiao’s voice dropped to a low, husky rasp, his burning eyes fixed on Su Mubai’s slightly parted lips. “I… I think you look… really beautiful today…” His gaze drifted helplessly from Su Mubai’s flushed face down to his bare shoulders and sharp collarbones, before locking back onto those soft, pink lips.
Before Su Mubai could even process the words, Lin Xiao leaned down as if under a spell and pressed his lips firmly against his.
The contact was infinitely softer, warmer, and sweeter than anything Lin Xiao had ever dreamed of, carrying the crisp, clean scent of fresh soap and steam.
Having never kissed anyone before, Lin Xiao’s movements were clumsy, unpracticed, and entirely consumed by raw impulse. Guided solely by instinct, he latched onto that intoxicating softness, refusing to pull away as he gently nibbled and tasted the lips beneath his own.
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