Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 183

During his hospital stay, the brand sponsor kept urging them to release the video. They had taken on the razor advertisement a long time ago, and if they delayed any longer, the hype might die down.

While Bai Chi’s project could wait, other sponsors wouldn’t be so patient. Since they had nothing else to do, they decided to just film the shaving video right there in the hospital.

It just so happened that Zhao Beichuan hadn’t shaved much recently, and a layer of stubble had appeared on his face. This would make for a better visual effect when shaving.

However, figuring out where to film was a problem. It wasn’t just the two of them in the hospital room—doctors and nurses occasionally came in for rounds. Filming inside the room and getting caught would be way too awkward.

After finishing their meal, Lu Yao held his phone and discussed the video details with the brand sponsor. Zhao Beichuan, thinking he was chatting with Bai Chi again, pouted, looking a little jealous.

“Ge.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m figuring out how to shoot this video properly.”

Hearing that he wasn’t chatting with Bai Chi, Zhao Beichuan’s mood instantly lifted. He leaned his head against Lu Yao’s shoulder and peeked at the screen.

“You’re filming the shaving video?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s film in the bathroom.”

Lu Yao was momentarily surprised. Shooting in the bathroom could work—the hospital’s bathrooms were a bit cramped, but they were clean enough. The footage should turn out fine.

“Alright, I brought all the stuff with me. Should we shoot now?”

“Yes!”

Lu Yao first checked with the two elderly patients in their room to see if they needed the bathroom, as the shoot might take a while, and he didn’t want them to have to wait.

“No need, you two go ahead. Besides, there’s a public restroom outside,” the old man, who could now get out of bed, replied. He often walked in the hallway for exercise during the day.

Lu Yao helped Zhao Beichuan to the bathroom, lowering the toilet lid for him to sit on.

Zhao Beichuan tugged at his blue-and-white hospital gown. “Should I change into something else?”

Lu Yao thought for a moment. “No need, just wear this. Wait here—I’ll grab the stuff.”

He took out the brand’s razor, shaving gel, a towel, and a phone stand from his suitcase.

Since the bathroom was too small for a camera setup, they had to use a phone. Luckily, modern phone cameras were good enough. A little touch-up in post-production would be enough.

Lu Yao set everything up while Zhao Beichuan sat nearby, watching him with great interest.

“I’ll drape a towel over the upper half of your face. Only your lower face needs to be visible while shaving.”

“Okay.”

“Tilt your head back a little.” Lu Yao placed the towel over his eyes. He had never shaved someone else’s face before and was afraid he might cut him. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Zhao Beichuan swallowed and whispered, “Okay.”

Lu Yao squeezed some shaving gel onto his chin and cheeks, bringing the phone closer to capture a close-up of the gel.

To highlight the gel’s fine texture, Lu Yao gently rubbed it on Zhao Beichuan’s chin with his middle finger.

Zhao Beichuan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and tensed up. With his eyes covered, he couldn’t anticipate Lu Yao’s next move, making him even more sensitive.

Lu Yao rinsed the razor under water and prepared to start shaving.

He began with a downward stroke from the sideburns. The cool blade against his skin made Zhao Beichuan shudder.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… keep going.”

Lu Yao adjusted the camera angle and carefully shaved away the stubble on his chin.

Because the space was so cramped, he couldn’t maneuver properly while shooting from the side. He had no choice but to straddle Zhao Beichuan’s lap, positioning himself sideways to get the right shot.

“Lift your head higher—I can’t reach the lower part.”

Hearing this, Zhao Beichuan leaned his head back. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down in Lu Yao’s view, making him chuckle. He reached out and playfully tapped it. “Relax, I’m almost done.”

“…Mm.”

The last bit of stubble was tricky to shave with one hand, so Lu Yao set the phone on the stand. Holding Zhao Beichuan’s chin with one hand, he meticulously shaved the remaining stubble.

Warm breath tickled Zhao Beichuan’s face. Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around Lu Yao’s waist and pulled him onto his lap.

“Don’t mess around… I might cut you.”

“Ge~”

Lu Yao chuckled softly. “What?”

“I want to kiss you. Can I?”

His warm, soft lips pressed a light kiss on Zhao Beichuan’s lips. “Happy now?”

Zhao Beichuan touched his lips. How could that be enough? He hadn’t even gotten a taste! He reached up, cupped Lu Yao’s head, and kissed him aggressively.

“Mm—” Lu Yao had never kissed anyone before. Even though he had watched plenty of kissing scenes in movies, none of the techniques worked when it came to the real thing. All he could do was passively endure Zhao Beichuan’s advances.

A warm, slick tongue licked his lips, pried his teeth apart, and tangled with his own. Zhao Beichuan explored his mouth boldly, as if conquering new territory. A tingling sensation climbed up Lu Yao’s spine, making him shiver.

It was Zhao Beichuan’s first kiss, too, but he was a natural. Following pure instinct, he kissed Lu Yao until his whole body softened.

The wet sounds of kissing and their ragged breathing echoed clearly in the small bathroom.

A large hand cradled the back of Lu Yao’s head, deepening the kiss even further.

As their tongues tangled, Lu Yao started to feel lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Saliva he couldn’t swallow in time dripped from the corner of his mouth, forming a thin, glistening thread.

Knock, knock, knock. “Is the patient in bed 413 inside? It’s time for your IV drip.”

The sudden knock startled Lu Yao. He quickly shoved Zhao Beichuan away and wiped his mouth. “Stop—stop kissing. Go get your IV.”

Looking frustrated, Zhao Beichuan let Lu Yao help him out of the bathroom.

“Nurse, how many more days do I need to be on IV?”

“I’m not sure. You should ask at the nurse’s station later.”

Zhao Beichuan couldn’t wait to be discharged. Staying here was way too inconvenient!

Lu Yao cleaned up the bathroom and saved the video. He planned to edit it in the afternoon.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw his lower lip was swollen. That brat was like a dog!

He touched his lips and recalled the feeling of the kiss. A shiver ran down his spine—it was… addictive.

When he stepped out, Zhao Beichuan was still making a pitiful face, silently mouthing, Gege, I still want to kiss you.

Blushing, Lu Yao pretended not to see and walked off with his phone to message Bai Chi.

“How’s it going on your end?”

Before long, Bai Chi sent a message: “Damn it, such bad luck. Can you take a call?”

Lu Yao glanced at the hanging IV drip, which still had quite a while to go. “I can, just a second.” Saying that, he took his phone and stepped outside.

Bai Chi called through voice chat. It sounded like he was outside, with chaotic car noises in the background.

“Where are you?”

“Heading to the airport. I’ll probably fly over to your place this afternoon.”

“Aren’t you supposed to attend the jewelry exhibition?”

“Don’t even mention it. I just got into another fight with Chen Chen. Tsk… That bastard really hits hard—busted my lip.” Bai Chi turned the camera to check himself on the screen; half his face was red.

Lu Yao frowned at this. “What’s his problem? You’ve already broken up—why is he still hitting you?”

“I hit him first…”

“Forget I asked.”

“But still, he shouldn’t have hit my face. Next time I see him, I’m breaking his third leg, too.”

“I believe you.” Bai Chi was a sixth-degree black belt in karate. If he weren’t so obsessed with his looks, he would’ve gone pro.

“He always picks fights even though he knows he can’t win. What is he, a masochist?”

“Who the hell knows? And how did he even find out where you were? Why did he come begging to get back together?”

“I wasn’t going to hit him at first. But then he started making excuses for that green tea boyfriend of his, saying the guy was too young to understand what love was and didn’t know what he was doing.”

“Oh, screw that! He’s nineteen, not a damn baby. He doesn’t know? Please.”

“The more I listened, the angrier I got—so I kicked him.”

“Serves him right! Good job!”

After venting, Bai Chi finally calmed down. “Honestly, even if this hadn’t happened, I was already planning to break up with him.”

“Why?” Lu Yao remembered how Bai Chi used to show off their relationship all the time on social media. His ex was seriously good-looking, even better than some celebrities.

Bai Chi sighed in exasperation. “Looks good, but useless. He’s not a three-second guy or anything, but it’s never satisfying. So annoying.”

Lu Yao couldn’t help but laugh. “No wonder.”

“Don’t laugh at me. How’s it going with your little delivery guy?”

Lu Yao glanced back into the ward and saw Zhao Beichuan watching him. He raised an eyebrow playfully. “Pretty good. Just had my first kiss today.”

“Pfft! You two are so pure and innocent.”

“Love isn’t something to rush. You have to take your time and enjoy it.”

“Fair point. Next time, I’ll try for some slow-burn romance  too.”

Lu Yao suddenly thought of Yi Mingde. “Has Master Yi contacted you?”

“Who? Oh, that country bumpkin? Yeah, he gave me a fortune reading last night. Said I’d have a ‘calamity of blood’ today… Shit, he was actually right.”

Lu Yao burst out laughing. “No way! Alright, I won’t keep you. I need to check on Beichuan’s IV. Call me when you land—we should grab dinner if we’re free tonight.”

“You just take care of your little boyfriend. Don’t worry about me.” Bai Chi hung up and got into a taxi.

Lu Yao went back inside and checked the IV. This bottle was almost empty, so he quickly pressed the call button. Before long, a nurse came in and replaced it with a new one.

Zhao Beichuan hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Then go. I’ll hold this for you.”

Lu Yao held up the IV bottle with one hand and helped Zhao Beichuan hop over to the bathroom with the other. Since he had to stay inside and wait, he couldn’t leave until Zhao Beichuan was done.

Zhao Beichuan struggled a little with his pants. “Ge, help me out here.”

Lu Yao suspected he was doing this on purpose but had no proof. With ears turning red, he helped tug down the outer layer of clothing. Midway, his hand accidentally brushed against something—he could feel the size of it—so he quickly pulled back and let Zhao Beichuan handle it himself.

The sound of water trickling filled the air. Zhao Beichuan let out a satisfied sigh, pulled up his pants, and pressed the flush button.

Just as Lu Yao was about to help him out of the bathroom, Zhao Beichuan suddenly pushed him against the door and kissed him again.

“Mmph!” Lu Yao’s eyes widened in surprise.

Zhao Beichuan pried open his lips, sucking on his tongue, lightly nibbling with his teeth. The sensation sent shivers down Lu Yao’s spine, making him weak at the knees.

“Stop… Stop kissing… Your IV line is backflowing…”