Liu Buli never imagined that Lu Wuming, who appeared so well-behaved and sometimes foolish, could be so quick to find an advantage in such matters.
Was this simply the nature of men?
The grand pronouncements had been his own, and now the other person was merely acting according to his words, fulfilling his request. He had even kindly offered a reminder, and according to his original promise, Liu Buli really had no grounds to refuse.
Liu Buli kept telling himself this, even as he sensed something was amiss. Yet, in a deep corner of his heart, he still faintly anticipated Lu Wuming's next move.
Seeing no resistance, Lu Wuming interpreted his state as consent. Without further hesitation, he leaned in, pulling Liu Buli into his embrace. Then, he lowered his head and kissed the other's lips.
Lu Wuming's kisses were always so gentle, as if he were afraid of upsetting Liu Buli, treating him with every action as the most precious treasure in the world.
Liu Buli's memories didn't hold many kissing scenes. He had worried that if Lu Wuming kissed him, he might feel uncomfortable, which would be a real dampener.
But as it turned out, he had worried too much.
His body clearly remembered that man.
When the other's kiss landed on his lips, not only did he feel no discomfort, but a strange sense of comfort bloomed in his heart.
It was like a traveler in the desert finally spotting an oasis.
He had found the oasis he had always longed for.
Liu Buli, completely taken aback by how a mere kiss could make him lose control to such an extent, tried to remind himself that this was wrong, yet he couldn't help but be immersed in it.
By the time the kiss ended, he even felt a lingering reluctance. His eyes, a little hazy, looked in Lu Wuming's direction, causing the latter to pause, then unable to resist a smile, he asked, "Shizun, if you keep looking at me like that, I'll take it as an invitation."
As for what kind of invitation, Lu Wuming didn't explicitly state. However, they were both adults, and in this situation, with this atmosphere, what else could it be an invitation to, without him having to say it so clearly? Liu Buli had already figured it out.
His cheeks immediately flushed red. Liu Buli quickly shook his head. He took a step back, stammering and hesitating for a long time. In the end, he returned to the bed and lay down, concluding, "Let's sleep."
He liked him, and they had indeed kissed.
But if he were to proceed to the next step with him right now, he still felt it was a bit too fast.
Since he subconsciously felt that Lu Wuming wouldn't leave his side, their relationship could progress step by step. Liu Buli wasn't in a hurry; rather, this current life gave him the illusion of being in love.
He felt there was nothing wrong with this.
Looking at Lu Wuming's smiling face, the other person probably didn't feel anything was wrong either, right?
With these thoughts, in the following days, Liu Buli and Lu Wuming maintained that ambiguous yet un-deepened relationship.
When Lu Wuming wanted to kiss him, he would proactively give him a heads-up, allowing him to prepare mentally. Then, when Liu Buli was fully ready, Lu Wuming would lean in, embrace him, and bestow his gentle kiss.
It was always like this, and Liu Buli had grown accustomed to such contact.
In the blink of an eye, the week-long leave granted by the company came to an end. Despite his reluctance, he couldn't skip work.
As he left in the morning, his big dog stood at the door, looking dejected. Those beautiful eyes were fixed on him, and Lu Wuming was still making a final plea, saying, "I really can't go with you?"
"No, because you're not an employee of our company. Even if I brought you, you wouldn't be able to get through the company doors," Liu Buli said with a helpless smile. At times like these, he truly felt like he had raised a giant pet.
It was just that this pet was perfectly to his liking, and his personality was impeccable. However, when going out, it required more time to comfort the other. But even so, Liu Buli still found it inexplicably rewarding.
Perhaps this was truly the feeling of being in love?
Thinking this, Liu Buli reached out and stroked the big dog's head again, adding, "Don't worry, I won't work overtime after I get off today. I'll come back early and bring you the cake sold at our company entrance. That cake is delicious, you'll definitely like it."
Looking at Liu Buli, Lu Wuming desperately wanted to tell him that he didn't really like anything specific; the only thing he liked was Liu Buli himself.
However, the other person probably wouldn't want to hear such words at this moment. And he knew he should behave more obediently. So, despite a hundred reasons not to, Lu Wuming managed to pacify himself.
Glancing at Liu Buli's eyes, he thought for a moment and said, "Then kiss me before you go, and I won't make a fuss."
Liu Buli's cheeks flushed.
How could he say such a shy thing so calmly at his age?
But seeing that the other person was not joking at all, Liu Buli hesitated for a moment, and ultimately abandoned his shyness. He leaned in and planted a kiss on the other's cheek, then immediately pulled back, as if fleeing, grabbed his things, and left his apartment as quickly as possible.
Watching the door close and Liu Buli disappear from sight, Lu Wuming finally withdrew his gaze.
He raised his hand and pressed his forehead, then walked to the side of the sofa and sat down. Spreading his fingers, he made a gesture in the air, and a screen made of water appeared before him.
Looking at the two people on the screen, Lu Wuming frowned and asked, "Still no way to find a method for us to return?"