The Academic God Becomes an Internet Sensation After Joining a Dating Show - Chapter 93 - Pre-Marital Check-up Play (Part 2)

A faint, smoky fragrance permeated the sampling room, brushing past the tips of Qing Lin’s nerves and grazing his cheeks, painting his skin red. The color from his earlobes entirely swept over his eyes, which were half-closed and moist with a hazy mist.

Shen Xuzhi kissed Qing Lin while holding him. Their surging figures made everything hazy around the person in his arms, and his eyes were wet. Then he was turned around, his back facing Shen Xuzhi, who embraced him from behind, holding his waist.

Shen Xuzhi was kissing a bit fiercely, biting a small patch of skin on Qing Lin’s shoulder blade, repeatedly sucking at it.

Qing Lin still chickened out. After all, this was a public area in a hospital, and it wouldn’t look good if they didn’t come out for too long after something happened.

The person lying prone had his mouth covered. Qing Lin wanted to push him away but didn’t know how. His supporting hands finally weakened, and he collapsed onto the bed, only to be pressed down and kissed again.

Qing Lin trembled all over, teased and tormented by Shen Xuzhi. Finally, he pleaded in a soft voice: “Shen Xuzhi… I don’t want to do it here…”

Shen Xuzhi kissed the snow-white skin on his nape and countered, “Who started it first?”

Qing Lin: “…”

Qing Lin was completely flushed. He struggled to get up but was pressed back down, then his head was turned, and he was kissed.

Between the friction of their lips, Qing Lin stammered his surrender: “It was me, it was me, Shen Laoshi… Can we do it when we get back?”

Shen Xuzhi ignored him, the movements of his hands growing a little rougher, and he whispered, “You haven’t given me my reward yet.”

Qing Lin was trembling, his words faltering. “Anything… let’s just go home first. You can do whatever you want once we’re home…”

Shen Xuzhi’s breathing noticeably deepened. He pinched Qing Lin’s chin, forcing him to look up, his gaze following the direction of Qing Lin’s raised eyes.

Qing Lin’s vision blurred, his gaze landing on the disposable toys scattered across the cabinet. Then, from behind him, came a low, steady voice, “Can those be included too?”

Qing Lin froze, his face instantly flushing even deeper, the corners of his eyes blooming with a beautiful color. He bit his lip tightly, the words stuck in his throat.

Shen Xuzhi leaned down and bit Qing Lin’s ear: “Wife, I’m asking you.”

Qing Lin: “…”

“If you don’t like it, then forget it.” After waiting for a long time, with Qing Lin still not answering, Shen Xuzhi said with a hint of grievance, “Let’s just continue now.”

His mind immediately went blank. Qing Lin was so stimulated he turned around and hugged Shen Xuzhi, whimpering and quickly saying, “Fine, fine, fine, I promise you!”

Hearing that, Shen Xuzhi smiled in satisfaction. He let him go, straightened his clothes, and then held him close, pressing an affectionate, comforting kiss to Qing Lin’s cheek before finally letting go.

The two walked out of the sampling room, their faces much rosier than when they went in.

Jiang Liao happened to be on his way to find them. When he heard from the doctor that they had already gone inside, he grew annoyed—he’d been waiting outside for half an hour and hadn’t seen anyone come out.

Jiang Liao was speechless: “Did you bully the little beauty again?”

Shen Xuzhi glanced at Qing Lin’s red eyes and smoothly changed the subject. “We just need to hand the sample to the doctor inside, right?”

“Ah, yes.” Jiang Liao said, glancing into the lab, and when he came out, he looked even more speechless.

“I’m really going to have to scold you…” Jiang Liao sighed, “Your two samples got mixed together.”

Qing Lin: “………..”

He’s too embarrassed to face anyone.

Qing Lin was mortified with shame, thinking of the vague reward he had just promised Shen Xuzhi, and angrily punched him again.

Shen Xuzhi took the opportunity to pull him closer, coaxing him in a gentle tone. Just as he was about to lean down for a kiss, a clipboard blocked their mouths.

Both men were startled.

They saw that the surrounding temperature had dropped several degrees. Qi Youhuai stood there, clipboard in hand, his face ashen, having arrived at some point without being noticed.

Qi Youhuai’s face darkened. “What are you doing in public?”

Shen Xuzhi turned his head, not having expected Qi Youhuai to show up at this moment.

“Ge-ge,” Qing Lin said when he saw Qi Youhuai. His previous embarrassment was immediately relieved. He walked up to ask, “Weren’t you overseas? When did you get back?”

Qi Youhuai’s expression did a complete 180-degree turn when he saw Qing Lin. He spoke gently: “I came back yesterday. I came to see Jiang Liao for something today.”

Then he looked up and said to Shen Xuzhi in a cold voice, “This brat ran away with you, of course I had to come back to make arrangements for your wedding.”

Shen Xuzhi wasn’t annoyed at all. Instead, he seemed pleased to hear about the wedding: “Thank you, Brother-in-law.”

Qi Youhuai: “…Shut up.”

Jiang Liao came out of the lab, saw Qi Youhuai, and said, “Hey, Lao Qi, why are you here?”

Qi Youhuai handed the folder-clipboard to Jiang Liao and said, “Here’s what you needed. I brought it for you on my way.”

“Oh, thanks,” Jiang Liao said, patting Qi Youhuai’s shoulder with a smile.

Shen Xuzhi watched the two of them chatting, took Qing Lin’s hand, and said, “Then we’ll head back first.”

“Alright, take care and don’t let me escort you,” Jiang Liao waved to them. “Try to show some restraint when you get back, too. The report will be out tomorrow; we’ll send the digital version to your phones.”

Qi Youhuai watched their retreating backs and asked Jiang Liao, “Restraint from what?”

Jiang Liao shrugged: “What else could they be restraining? They’ve been abstaining for ages for this pre-marital check-up…”

“Abs—abstaining?” Qi Youhuai sputtered.

Jiang Liao realized he had said too much and before he could change the subject, Qi Youhuai strode forward with a furious expression.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Lao Qi, what are you doing!” Jiang Liao quickly pulled him back.

“They’re so young,” Qi Youhuai ground his teeth.

Jiang Liao said, “What does age have to do with it? They’re getting married. They’re legal husbands. Why are you, as an older brother, interfering so much?”

Qi Youhuai thought it over and realized he was right. A younger brother grows up and can’t be held back. Reluctantly, he let Jiang Liao drag him to the office, mulling over the meaning of life for a long while.

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Home.

The moment they entered the house, Qing Lin stood on his tiptoes, pressed down Shen Xuzhi’s head, cupped his face, and kissed him.

Shen Xuzhi tilted his head and kissed him skillfully. Back and forth, they slowly began to undress.

Qing Lin had one leg draped over Shen Laoshi, breathing heavily. Whether out of stubbornness or something else, he only seemed satisfied after getting up and pressing Shen Xuzhi beneath him.

“Do you like this?” Shen Xuzhi murmured, pressing his lips to Qing Lin’s while holding him close with one arm.

The house lights were off, and the dim hallway light fell across every inch of Qing Lin’s skin. His upturned, glistening eyelashes captivated Shen Xuzhi.

“I do.” Qing Lin loosened his grip on Shen Xuzhi’s forearm, crouched down, and threaded his pinky finger into his belt.

“Qing Lin…” Shen Xuzhi’s heart skipped a beat, and his breathing was noticeably ragged. He reached out to press Qing Lin’s head.

Qing Lin stopped him: “Don’t talk.”

Shen Xuzhi looked down, watching Qing Lin, who was kneeling in front of him, look up at him and part his tightly closed lips.

“…” Shen Xuzhi thought he had absolutely no technique, but his inexperience was the most arousing thing. He threaded his fingers into his hair and tilted his head up: “You’re very proactive today.”

He pulled the person on the floor back up, kissed his soft lips, and nipped at his warm neck hollow. Qing Lin flinched. Shen Xuzhi’s scent of citrus was tinged with desire, and the sound of his breathing in his ear was heavy.

Qing Lin quickly went limp, his legs unable to stand steady. Shen Xuzhi always took his time, kissing his entire body and then unhurriedly kneading his ears.

“No…” Qing Lin reached out to push him, but the push was utterly weak.

“There you go again,” Shen Xuzhi pressed his waist, kissing him intensely, “Qing Lin, be obedient.”

The air outside seemed heavy with moisture. The dull rainy season had added a layer of dampness to the house.

Every familiar corner of their home held unforgettable memories, and the current spot on the carpet was no exception.

Qing Lin lay on the floor, unable to find any reason to return to the bedroom or leave this spot.

The carpet was soft, not scratchy at all, and it felt warm, so he didn’t feel cold even like this.

His hands involuntarily reached out, grabbing at the fluffy threads and the soft, raised floral patterns sculpted onto the rug, moving with the path of the warm kisses.

Shen Xuzhi seemed to read his thoughts and whispered into his ear, “Haven’t you ever wondered why we laid carpet in the house?”

When Qing Lin heard him say this, his head started buzzing, and he understood instantly.

Shen Xuzhi lifted Qing Lin’s elbow to kiss his joint, silently answering him, and then said, “Now you can give me my reward.”

“How old are you, Shen Laoshi, still playing with toys…” Qing Lin feigned ignorance.

“I’m not playing with them,” Shen Xuzhi shot back mercilessly. “They’re for you to play with.”

Qing Lin was startled by the coldness and subconsciously tried to crawl forward, but a large hand gripped his ankle and pulled him back into the embrace.

“Scared?” Shen Xuzhi’s voice was quite amused.

Qing Lin was mortified, his cheeks fiery red: “…When did you buy these…”

Seeing him nervous, Shen Xuzhi reached out and pressed the tattoo on Qing Lin’s back, trying to help him relax.

The room was already a transparent gray in the night. The uncurtained windows let in the light of the outside world. The drizzling rain left water beads clinging to the glass, and each droplet reflected the shadow of the couple locked in an embrace inside the house.

In a daze, Qing Lin gazed out at the rain outside the window.

A thought suddenly occurred to him: rainy days are perfect for movies.

Watching an literary film on a quiet evening, listening to the dialogue and the protagonists’ constant flirtations, letting the melodious background music cover the light, steady sound of the rain.

Rainy days are also perfect for reading—at least, that’s what Qing Lin used to believe.

But now, he might feel even more strongly that a rainy day is best suited for a lingering kiss.

When they kissed, time and sound seemed to slip away between their lips, mingling and lingering until even the sound of the rain gradually faded.

He loved that feeling—the dominant, deep kiss with a hint of mint and citrus scent.

Qing Lin couldn’t even bring himself to call Shen Xuzhi “a pervert” anymore—words, when used often enough, truly have a way of shaping a person.

But since he had agreed, he couldn’t go back on his word. Qing Lin was caught between discomfort and the quiet, tender kisses he was receiving, unable for a moment to even recognize what this feeling was.

His wrist was held firmly, gripped tighter than usual, radiating a strength that surprised him.

So he could only softly call out to Shen Xuzhi, tilting his head to kiss his neck, hoping he would hurry up.

Shen Xuzhi asked knowingly, “Does this mean you like me more?”

Qing Lin no longer argued with him, rubbing against him little by little, only to be grabbed by the neck and kissed into a state of bewilderment.

He never remembered the time, but eventually, he was carried into the bathroom, washed clean, and then carried back to the bedroom.

Every time he opened his eyes again, he saw Shen Xuzhi lying beside him.

In the room filled with the scent of his lover, his favorite flowers sat in the vase they had chosen together. The deepening gray-blue tones resembled an oil painting, glistening with water droplets left behind from a heavy rain.

In the dreamlike glow of the light, he seemed to gradually forget the flowers scattered by the rain and the canvas ruined on the floor.

Suddenly, he felt there was no need for stereotypes.

The memories left by the rain aren’t always messy mud or lonely silence. Sometimes, they are people who move forward without hesitation, planting an everlasting rose in the wilds of Boston.

Qing Lin was nestled under the soft duvet, lazily closing his eyes for a brief rest, and whispered quietly in his lover’s arms,

“Shen Xuzhi, if our wedding happened to fall on a rainy day, that would be quite romantic too.”