After Marrying The Evil God

3- premeditated

'I accept your plan'

That sentence was like pressing a switch. The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and Fu Mingye picked the person up sideways. Qi Baicha hugged the man's neck and buried his face in his embrace, with long hanging eyelashes covering the dim light in his eyes.

This was not the first time this happened. The first time was not just nervousness, but rather a joke — and it didn't work out in the end.

Qi Baicha had been in love with Fu Mingye for two years and married for one. When love was strong, it was inevitable that there would be accidental shots of love. The most overwhelming time was on a rainy night. At that time, the two didn't live together. They had gone on a date at an amusement park, playing around for a whole day. When it started to rain at night, Fu Mingye drove Qi Baicha home, insisting on even sending him upstairs.

The rain outside was heavy, pouring down, the sound of pattering rain echoing their pounding hearts. After Fu Mingye sent the man home, he was about to turn around and go downstairs, when his sleeve was pulled, catching him caught off guard.

He turned his head and saw the thin and beautiful young man's lips flutter. His voice was very soft, but it passed through the heavy rain clearly and agitated his eardrums: "The rain is so heavy... you should stay."

From then on, everything got messy.

They both knew what that meant. There was a phrase called "rain or shine." Heavy rain had never been an obstacle. Fu Mingye had a raincoat and an umbrella. After going downstairs, he could get directly into the car. If those were of no use, he still had supernatural powers... not even a drop of water would have been able to on him.

But heavy rain could also be an excuse.

In the face of the ambiguous signal sent by the youth, the heavy rain could be a grandiose excuse to stay.

Fu Mingye could have refused, but he chose to enter the door again and kissed him against the door.

... What happened later could be imagined. They were entangled and tore their way from the living room to the bedroom. Their clothes fell to the ground, and they kissed inextricably. Fu Mingye still remembered that the human body was very fragile. He asked the youth if he could bear it. The youth froze for a moment, panting and saying, "I've cleaned up beforehand."

Qi Baicha was talking nonsense. Gods did not need to eat nor did they need to clean up their bodies at all. But at the moment, he could only say so, making it seem like he had been prepared.

When Fu Mingye heard the answer, his eyes suddenly darkened.

He smiled and said, "I really doubt that you calculated this rain, Mr. Qi."

That really wronged him. Qi Baicha closed his eyes and thought, it raining was not something under his control.

What was this beating in his chest? Was it due to shock? The heart of the snow god was exquisite and clear, cold and quiet, as it had been for thousands of years.

Now this heart was also not under his control.

The invitation to stay was impulsive, but he didn't regret it either. That kind of uncontrollable feeling was very strange, Qi Baicha thought, when it was over, he had to find some initiative.

How could he impose himself on a mortal who was younger than him.

So he pretended to look like a veteran in love: "I looked at the weather forecast and made an appointment for today."

"Mr. Fu, I actually did plan it beforehand."

Fu Mingye squinted, "Really?"

"Really."