Spring is the Plan of Life

Chapter 52 - (M) Trip to Lijiang (Extra 3, Part 4)

(M) Chapter 52 – Trip to Lijiang (Extra 3, Part 4)

Novel Title: 一生之计在于春 (Spring is the Plan of Life)

Author：御小凡 (Yu Xiaofan)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 姚锦夕 (Yao Jinxi -MC), 吴洋 (Wu Yang -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Yao Jinxi felt a bit nervous due to the slightly fatigued appearance of Wu Yang. It was to the point that for a moment, he even thought and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t have come on this trip after all.”

“It’s normal to be tired. We’ve been driving for eight straight hours. You look worse than me,” Wu Yang shrugged it off. Although he usually paid attention to his health, he didn’t constantly worry about it. Being identified as a cancer survivor, he believed it was not beneficial to his physical and mental well-being.

Holding Yao Jinxi’s hand under the blanket, he reassured him, “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. We’re here to have fun.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be worrying about you for the rest of my life,” Yao Jinxi retorted, holding his hand in return. His other hand slipped into the cotton vest, touching the area where the surgical scar was. Although the scar was still visible, it had recovered to the point where the texture was no different from the surrounding skin. “Let’s rest for a couple more days before continuing. There’s no rush anyway.”

“As long as you’re happy,” Wu Yang’s voice suddenly lowered. It almost turned into a whisper. “If you keep touching me like that, you’ll be responsible for the consequences.”

Yao Jinxi moved back a bit. The low point caused by worry turned into something else at the moment: “Aren’t you very tired? Are you still in the mood to think about this?”

Wu Yang, who was lying down, turned slightly to look at him. He closed his distance and got his arm on Yao Jinxi’s pillow. They were so close they almost kissed. Yao Jinxi could feel the smiling corners of Wu Yang’s lips and the moist breath falling on his upper lip.

“You want to check it out?”

Yao Jinxi’s hand that was innocently caressing his stomach moved downwards in circles. Wu Yang had been sick for a while now. Although he had lost his six-pack abs on his lower abdomen at the moment, the muscles were still firm without any soft fat. The texture was tight and it felt really good to the touch.

Yao Jinxi raised his head slightly as he took Wu Yang’s lips in his mouth. He inserted his tongue. The mint flavour of toothpaste could be tasted everywhere in his mouth. It was so refreshing that the kiss appeared to be pure.

Kissing has always been their favourite activity, sometimes even more than sex itself. This action is as intimate as the penetration of the genitals. Their mouths and tongues were in sync as they touched while their breaths mingled. Nothing could be more intimate than kissing.

It’s like taking ‘I love you’ out of their hearts, delivering it directly from the tip of their tongues to the tip of the other person’s tongue. They used the gentlest method to let the other person swallow the feeling, digest it, understand it, and then integrate it into the body and blood.

Men are really not the kind of animals to talk about their feelings constantly. Even a guy like Wu Yang who showed his love openly with his actions very often rarely says the words out loud. Both he and Yao Jinxi prefer to express themselves through what they do.

Yao Jinxi’s hands skillfully took off Wu Yang’s underwear. The dick in his hands was not yet fully erect. But it was not limp either.

He kneaded it with just the right amount of force and soon it hardened. The curved shapes and swollen blood vessels were very familiar details for him. The head of the dick began to get wet, lubricating the entire shaft as it slid down.

Wu Yang’s hand tightened as he brought their chests close together, deepening the kiss with Yao Jinxi.

Knowing that this was a hint, Yao Jinxi slightly increased the strength of his hand, rubbing the dick repeatedly without too much speed. This caused Wu Yang to feel very impatient, but it could prolong the process of accumulating pleasure. Yao Jinxi could tell from how deeply he was kissed that Wu Yang appreciated his hand working down there.

He deliberately exerted force on the protruding tendons and the small hole at the head of the dick. Yao Jinxi held the sexual organ and stroked it downwards. From time to time, his fingertips gently picked at the exposed small hole at the head.