Come on, What Kind of CEO Chases His Roommate Back to the Country? - Chapter 107

Just as Pei Song pressed his fingerprint on the door lock, before even pushing the door open, he heard the familiar sound of paws skittering urgently across the floor.

The moment the door cracked open, Max shot out like a streak of black lightning, bouncing excitedly around Pei Song’s legs.

“Alright, alright, I know you missed me. I missed you too.” Pei Song chuckled, rubbing Max’s head with one hand while carrying the packed food boxes to the kitchen with the other.

He emptied the takeout dishes into airtight containers, carefully rinsing off any seasoning, then patted them dry with paper towels. Max trailed closely behind him, tail wagging like an electric fan, staring longingly at the food in his hands.

“Let me check your belly.” Pei Song crouched down and gently felt Max’s stomach, which was still warm and pleasantly round. “Auntie fed you already, didn’t she? No more food tonight. You can have a snack tomorrow morning, eating too much now isn’t good for your stomach.”

Max gave him a pitiful little whimper, eyes moist and pleading.

Pei Song couldn’t bear it. With a sigh, he broke off a tiny piece of fish, no bigger than a fingernail, and placed it into Max’s bowl. “Just this little bit, okay? Just for a taste.”

Max happily trotted over but didn’t devour it like usual. Instead, he ate slowly, taking delicate little bites.

“Looks like you really are full.” Pei Song stroked its back. “Even eating this gracefully.”

After playing with Max for a while, Pei Song stood up to take a shower. 

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frowning at the stubborn stage makeup on his face. Without a proper remover, he could only squeeze out some face wash and gently rub at his skin. The eyeliner was the most troublesome, it took several washes before he finally got rid of the stubborn marks.

After showering, he dried his hair and stepped out to find Max already curled up asleep on the cushion by the sofa.

Pei Song curled up on the couch himself, pulled out his phone, and opened a game to pass the time. He’d been playing this game for a long while but never broke past the mid-level ranks. Every time he tried to climb higher, he got thoroughly beaten down.

After a few rounds of ranked matches, he glanced at the clock, already 10 p.m.

From the entryway came the soft beep of the smart lock. Max perked up its ears, tail wagging lightly.

Shi Yancheng opened the door, the faint scent of alcohol clinging to him.

“Did you drink a lot?” Pei Song put down his phone. “Want me to make you some hangover soup?”

“No need,” Shi Yancheng took off his coat. “Just a few toasts, nothing much.”

“Then go take a shower,” Pei Song said. “I still have to finish my year-end report.”

Shi Yancheng nodded and headed toward the bathroom. Pei Song opened his laptop on the coffee table. He’d only typed a few lines before hearing the bedroom door open.

Shi Yancheng came out in dark gray pajamas, the same style as Pei Song’s deep blue set. He walked straight over to the sofa and sat down right next to Pei Song.

“Done showering already?” Pei Song glanced up at him.

Shi Yancheng didn’t answer. He just stared at him, gaze steady and intense.

“What’s wrong?” Pei Song felt a little uneasy under that look.

“Song Song,” Shi Yancheng leaned in slightly, his voice low and coaxing, like a gentle spell, “I want to kiss you again. I didn’t get enough earlier.”

Before Pei Song could react, Shi Yancheng pulled him into his arms. With a stumble, Pei Song landed squarely on his lap. The next second, Shi Yancheng’s kiss descended, hotter and more fervent than the one in the parking garage.

Pei Song instinctively wrapped his arms around Shi Yancheng’s neck, his whole body held tightly in that firm embrace.

Their lips moved together, breaths mingling, time seeming to stand still. Shi Yancheng’s hand gently traced the curve of Pei Song’s back, making him shiver ever so slightly. It felt like forever before Pei Song regained a bit of clarity and pushed at his chest. “Wait…”

“What is it?” Shi Yancheng’s voice was low and husky.

“My lips hurt…” Pei Song murmured.

Shi Yancheng finally took a closer look, his lips were indeed a little swollen, with faint breaks in the skin.

“Sorry,” Shi Yancheng said guiltily. “I’ll get the balm.”

He stood, rummaged in the cabinet, and pulled out a small tube of lip repair balm, then sat back down beside Pei Song.

“Come here,” he said gently. “I’ll put it on for you.”

Pei Song obediently leaned in, letting Shi Yancheng carefully apply the balm. His touch was feather-light, afraid of causing more pain. But staring at the lips he’d kissed swollen, Shi Yancheng couldn’t help but want to kiss him again.

“Don’t move,” he murmured. “Let the balm sink in a bit.”

Pei Song nodded but noticed that Shi Yancheng’s gaze remained fixed on his lips, eyes growing darker.

Sure enough, moments later, Shi Yancheng leaned in and kissed him again. This time the kiss was gentle, slow, as if savoring something rare and precious.

At some point, Max woke up, sitting at the edge of the sofa, tilting its head in confusion at its owners’ behavior. Pei Song couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound muffled by Shi Yancheng’s kiss.

“If you keep this up, I won’t finish my year-end report tonight,” Pei Song gently pushed him away. “And I’ve got work tomorrow.”

“What report?” Shi Yancheng tightened his arms around him. “The most important thing right now is to keep me company.”

“You’re abusing your power,” Pei Song laughed. “How can the CEO behave like this?”

Shi Yancheng looked down at him. “As your boyfriend, I solemnly request you put work aside for now.”

“Then I’m filing a complaint for abuse of authority,” Pei Song said.

“Complaint denied,” Shi Yancheng grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

As they playfully bickered, Max suddenly jumped onto the sofa and nudged their joined hands with its wet nose.

“Alright, alright,” Pei Song chuckled, stroking its head. “We’ll behave now, Max can’t bear to watch anymore.”

Only then did Shi Yancheng reluctantly let him go, but he couldn’t resist planting another soft kiss at the corner of Pei Song’s lips. “Go finish your report. I’ll tidy up a bit.”

Pei Song sat back at the coffee table, opened the document, but the smile on his face wouldn’t fade.