Chapter 110 There’s a Bug

The night atop the mountain was very quiet.

Although everyone’s tents were separated by some distance, they weren’t far, and the night wind occasionally carried faint, indistinct sounds.

Lu Er could even clearly hear, from the tent beside him, Yin Siyao’s embarrassed and annoyed scolding: “Leng Keyan, move your hand, you pervert!”

Followed by Leng Keyan’s aggrieved defense: “Teacher Yin, it’s a bit cold in this tent…”

Lu Er couldn’t help but snicker, but the next second, he couldn’t laugh at all.

Song Jingmo’s kisses rained down like dense droplets, landing on his neck and collarbone, full of an irresistible intensity.

Outside the tent, occasional low murmurs of surprise could still be heard from the others: “Look! A shooting star!”

“There’s another one over there!”

Inside the tent, faint footsteps could be heard as someone moved about.

If the two of them got too reckless, those outside would surely hear.

A flush of embarrassment rose in Lu Er, and he was terrified of being discovered.

He instinctively tried to appease him: “Can you not be too rough~”

Song Jingmo clearly enjoyed this atmosphere too; beads of sweat formed on his forehead and slid down his sharply defined cheeks.

Finally, a droplet fell onto Lu Er’s fair, smooth chest, spreading into a small wet mark.

“No,” Song Jingmo said, covering Lu Er’s mouth with his hand, “if you don’t want to be discovered, you need to keep your voice down.”

The small, enticing light brown beauty mark at the corner of Lu Er’s eye looked even more vivid in the misty air, like a silent invitation.

It drew Song Jingmo’s head down repeatedly, lingering without restraint.

“Actually, life doesn’t have that many spectators. You don’t need to be so nervous.”

Lu Er’s voice trembled, carrying a whiny tone as he pleaded softly: “Tomorrow… we’ll still have to meet people…”

He reached out, pushing Song Jingmo’s shoulder lightly.

Song Jingmo took a gentle bite on his beautiful collarbone, leaving a suggestive red mark.

Raising his head, his hot breath brushed against Lu Er’s ear, voice low and husky: “Call me husband.”

Lu Er’s face instantly flamed red, his fair neck tinged pink as well.

Shy enough to wish he could burrow into the ground, he bit his lower lip and shook his head, refusing.

Finally, he bit Song Jingmo’s tense shoulder instead, mumbling: “I won’t… someone will hear…”

Song Jingmo let out a low laugh, magnetic and enticing in the cramped tent.

He leaned down, speaking slowly: “What are you afraid of?”

“Everyone who has a partner is busy right now; who has time to care about what others are doing?”

Lu Er rolled his eyes at this twisted logic, panting: “Don’t try to fool me—I’m not stupid…”

Song Jingmo raised a finger to Lu Er’s lips, signaling him to be quiet.

Lu Er didn’t understand but instinctively held his breath.

Song Jingmo kissed the tear at the corner of his eye: “Listen carefully.”

Outside the tent, the night wind brought a faint, suppressed sobbing, barely noticeable if one wasn’t paying close attention.

But that voice…

Lu Er’s pupils widened slightly—it was the head nurse.

He hadn’t expected the usually meticulous head nurse to be like this in private…

Song Jingmo whispered: “See? Didn’t lie. Don’t scare yourself.”

Lu Er lowered his voice, incredulous: “How… how can you do this and still pay attention to other sounds?”

Song Jingmo leaned down, brushing his nose against Lu Er’s heated cheek.

His tone calm, as if self-evident: “Back in school, I always got full marks on English listening.”

In reality, it was senior year, and he was so busy he had to do English listening while sneaking glances at Lu Er’s math problems.

Lu Er: “???”

What did that have to do with English listening scores?

Just as he was about to scoff at the absurd connection, a sudden dizziness hit him.

“Ah—!”

The unexpected change left Lu Er completely unprepared, and he let out a short, startled cry that sounded remarkably clear in the quiet night.

Only after did he realize the mistake and quickly covered his mouth.

Lu Er glared at the culprit, teeth gritted, and retaliated hard on Song Jingmo.

“Lu Er, are you trying to murder your husband?”

Song Jingmo drew in a sharp breath: “Such a cruel heart… aren’t you afraid it’ll really break~”

Then, from the tent next door, Yin Siyao’s concerned voice came: “Yanyan, did you hear any sound?”

“Seems like it’s over by Lu Er… what’s happening?”

Then Leng Keyan’s voice, holding back laughter: “It’s fine, Teacher Yin, probably just a nightmare… or maybe a bug bit him?”

Yin Siyao: “There are indeed a lot of bugs on the grass; be careful.”

Lu Er: “……”

Tomorrow, Leng Keyan would definitely tease him mercilessly.

Song Jingmo watched him like a shy ostrich trying to hide in the sleeping bag, and his smile deepened.

He wrapped his arms around Lu Er’s waist, whispering in his ear: “Baby’s the best. You know how to make me happy~”

“I don’t know,” Lu Er turned his head, “I’ve been trying so hard to please you, but you ignored me~”

Song Jingmo interlaced their fingers: “Could it be… the method’s wrong?”

Lu Er bit him hard, tasting blood: “It’s your method that’s wrong, hmph~”

Song Jingmo tilted his long, fair neck, voice husky: “I like seeing baby angry.”

Half an hour later, Lu Er was drenched as if pulled out of water.

Soaked through, with nothing left but his breath.

Song Jingmo tenderly kissed his sweat-damp forehead, got up, and pulled out a clean waterproof mat from the backpack.

After changing him, he wrapped him in the sleeping bag.

Lu Er collapsed onto the dry mat, groggily asking: “Why… did you bring two waterproof mats…”

Song Jingmo lay down, holding him close, chin brushing the soft top of his head.

His tone content: “That’s called preparation. The sheets are always like they just came out of the wash.”

Lu Er’s face heated again, burying his face in his chest, muttering softly: “…Beast…”

After a full day of climbing, Lu Er’s strength was completely spent.

Lying in the clean, warm bedding, surrounded by Song Jingmo’s familiar and reassuring scent, he almost fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.