Song Yuzhang: Chapter 39 - Sleep Together
Chapter 39: Sleep Together
The relationship between the Song brothers had always been indifferent. To them, brothers were nothing more than blood-related rivals. If a brother was doing well, it only made the others look worse in comparison; if a brother was suffering, then that was ideal. The four brothers had never been able to tolerate seeing each other do well, and moments of closeness were nearly nonexistent.
Song Mingzhao was the unluckiest of them all.
He was the youngest son. By the time he was born, his brothers were practically little adults already—mature enough to understand that the fewer brothers, the better. So when Song Mingzhao was born, they all unanimously took an unwelcoming stance.
Worse still, not long after his birth, the madam of the Song household passed away due to illness. As a result, Song Mingzhao never even received a mother’s love. He was truly the kind of child unloved by father or mother, and kicked around by his brothers.
Sleeping with those detestable brothers—just the idea of it used to be unthinkable for the old Song Mingzhao.
Disgusting!
But Song Yuzhang was different.
Song Yuzhang was adorable. Although he could be disobedient at times, he was, overall, still very lovable.
Song Mingzhao stepped into the bathroom almost cheerfully. He had never shared a bed with anyone before. Even though he was always particular about cleanliness, he still worried that he might have missed a spot and scrubbed himself thoroughly, even carefully washing between each toe.
Fragrant and squeaky clean, Song Mingzhao hugged his pillow and went off to find Song Yuzhang. In the corridor, he ran into Meng Sushan’s personal maid, who was carrying a tray. A white porcelain bowl gently sloshed with the scent of medicine. She smiled and asked, “Fourth Young Master, where are you off to?”
Song Mingzhao grinned proudly. “I’m going to sleep with Fifth Brother.”
Wan Lan returned to Meng Sushan’s room with a look of surprise, prompting Meng Sushan to ask what had happened.
Wan Lan smiled and said, “Fourth Young Master and Fifth Young Master seem quite close. He’s carrying his pillow to sleep with Fifth Young Master.”
Meng Sushan laughed at that, but after a moment her expression grew faintly concerned. Lately, Meng Tingjing and Song Yuzhang haven’t seemed to be getting along. It had been a while since she had seen Meng Tingjing visit to play with Song Yuzhang.
She asked Wan Lan, “Has Second Young Master not visited in a while?”
“No, he hasn’t.”
“Sigh.”
Meng Sushan stirred the medicine in the bowl a bit and looked at Wan Lan. “Why don’t I invite Tingjing over tomorrow to spend some time here?”
“You’re trying to help mend things between Fifth Young Master and Second Young Master?”
Meng Sushan squinted her eyes and smiled. “You little rascal.”
Wan Lan laughed too. “I think it’ll work. Who wouldn’t like someone like Fifth Young Master? It’s just that Second Young Master’s too proud to admit it.”
Meng Sushan nodded. “Yuzhang has a gentle disposition, and having come back from abroad, he and Tingjing ought to get along long-term.”
Wan Lan knew that her mistress loved that demon-like Second Young Master as if he were her own son. She deeply sympathized with and was moved by that kind of love. At times, she herself loved this big-sister-like mistress as if she were a child too. In a soft voice, she said, “Then I’ll go home tomorrow and bring Second Young Master over.”
“Wonderful.” Meng Sushan smiled happily, then downed the bitter medicine in one gulp. Wan Lan peeled an orange for her. Meng Sushan ate one slice herself and gave the other to her maid.
While the mistress and maid cheerfully shared an orange, Song Mingzhao was also in high spirits. Song Yuzhang seemed a little unwell today and had hardly left his bed. His meals were brought to him, and he’d slept most of the day. So come nighttime, he was still full of energy, which suited Song Mingzhao just fine. Simply sleeping side by side wasn’t interesting enough—he wanted to talk to Song Yuzhang and connect with him on a spiritual level.
Song Mingzhao lay under Song Yuzhang’s covers, smelling the scent of his body and saying, “Xiao Yu, you smell really nice.”
Song Yuzhang lay on his side facing Song Mingzhao. He couldn’t lie on his back right now—his ass hurt.
Song Mingzhao had clearly given himself a serious scrub; he smelled fragrant from head to toe. With his fair and proper face, dark, sparkling eyes, and straight nose bridge, he looked every bit a clean-cut and handsome young master.
The physical pain made Song Yuzhang’s soul crave comfort even more, and the silly but handsome Song Mingzhao before him could serve as a perfect source of solace.
Song Yuzhang gazed at Song Mingzhao with gentle eyes. The crystal chandelier had already been turned off, leaving only the two wall lamps beside the bed. Under their dim yellow glow, Song Mingzhao felt like Song Yuzhang’s gaze was two warm little flames, flickering gently, ready to melt him.
Even though Song Yuzhang was his younger brother, Song Mingzhao felt genuine affection in his gaze—something no one had ever given him before. As the fourth young master of the Song family, most people didn’t even have the right to love him. And those who did… well, it was already a blessing if they didn’t bully him.
With this unfamiliar rush of emotion, Song Mingzhao couldn’t help but reach out and gently caress Song Yuzhang’s cheek.
Song Yuzhang allowed him to touch, smiling softly. When Song Mingzhao’s hand brushed over his jaw, he turned his head and caught it.
Song Mingzhao let out a vague hum and then hugged Song Yuzhang tightly.
He liked hugging Song Yuzhang—it made him feel like Song Yuzhang belonged to him
But the tight embrace made Song Yuzhang feel a little uncomfortable.
Last night, Meng Tingjing had held him the same way—like a giant, crushing python.
Song Yuzhang patted Song Mingzhao’s shoulder. “Fourth Brother, it’s hot.”
Song Mingzhao obediently let go and scooted back a little. That was fine too—this way, he could see Song Yuzhang’s face.
“Xiao Yu, don’t go to the bank tomorrow. Come to school with me instead.”
“Tomorrow? I don’t think I can. I’m tired and want to rest.”
“Hmph. Just one night of fun and you’re this worn out? Who were you playing with—Xiao Yuxian?”
“No,” Song Yuzhang avoided the question. But when Song Mingzhao pressed further, he reached out and covered his mouth. “Sleep.”
But Song Mingzhao wasn’t sleepy at all.
This was his first time sleeping with someone else, and he was way too excited. He grabbed the hand covering his mouth, took it away, looked at it, then turned his sparkling eyes to Song Yuzhang. “Xiao Yu, I want to bite you!”
Song Yuzhang blinked. Seeing how eager Song Mingzhao looked was rather amusing. He said softly, “No.”
Ever since he bit Song Yuzhang once, Song Mingzhao had fallen in love with this unique and slightly savage way of showing affection.
He wanted to bite Song Yuzhang, to turn him into a little pigeon-blood ruby and swallow him whole—so he could burn inside him like fire, flow through him like blood.
But Song Yuzhang said no. Song Mingzhao felt disappointed and dejected. Imitating Song Yuzhang, he grabbed his hand and said gloomily, “Okay then.”
That was more like it.
What had happened last night with Meng Tingjing had been an accident—chaotic, wrong, out of control.
This—this was how it should be. Like Song Mingzhao, who obeyed no matter what Song Yuzhang said.
In front of Song Mingzhao, Song Yuzhang felt an immense sense of control, and his mood lifted slightly.
He hadn’t become a rabbit or a weakling.
Last night was just an accident.
If you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet.
No big deal. He was still a man. A real man.
The great man Song Yuzhang, in slightly better spirits now, decided to indulge the obedient Song Mingzhao a little. He chuckled and said, “You can bite—but be gentle.”
Once Song Mingzhao got permission, he immediately started acting playfully, beginning by biting at the tips of Song Yuzhang's fingers. Even his fingernails were well-shaped—long and neatly trimmed, forming a beautiful arc. Biting down on them, there was both flesh and bone—it was quite satisfying.
Song Mingzhao bit his entire hand all over, while Song Yuzhang remained silent the whole time, his body simply radiating warmth and a subtle fragrance.
That alone was enough for Song Mingzhao to like.
Song Yuzhang doted on him, indulged him, and Song Mingzhao was so happy he almost teared up. Pushing his luck, he bit Song Yuzhang lightly on the wrist as well. After biting him, he snuck a glance at Song Yuzhang—his eyes were already closed, and there was the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.
Song Mingzhao also smiled and nuzzled his head under Song Yuzhang’s chin, calling out sweetly, “Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu…”
One call after another, the words ‘Xiao Yu’ took on a rhythm in his voice. Song Yuzhang wrapped both arms around his neck and said, “Fourth Brother, stop messing around.”
Song Mingzhao immediately froze as if he had been placed under a spell, not moving an inch.
Song Yuzhang was very satisfied and gave Song Mingzhao another command: “No snoring tonight.”
Song Mingzhao buried his face in Song Yuzhang's neck, his face turning red as he said, “I can't say for sure.”
“If you snore, I'll leave.”
“…Sigh, I'll try my best.”
Song Yuzhang smiled, holding Song Mingzhao's body, which emitted a fresh, masculine scent. Although there was no special stir of emotions, he felt a sense of peace and calm after realizing his own strength and the power he held to control others.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Mingzhao noticed that Song Yuzhang's breathing had become steady and rhythmic, indicating that he had likely fallen asleep. He slowly pulled his head out from Song Yuzhang's embrace, beads of sweat covering his forehead. He looked up, steam rising, and saw Song Yuzhang’s peaceful sleeping face.
Song Yuzhang was truly beautiful, a beauty that even pigeon blood ruby could not compare to.
Song Mingzhao felt that even if Song Yuzhang changed his appearance, he would still be quite beautiful.
This is the effect of love—his younger brother, his Xiao Yu, of course, is very beautiful.
Song Mingzhao adjusted his position, shifting from being the one embraced to the one embracing. After pulling Song Yuzhang into his arms like a possession, he finally felt truly comfortable.
After closing his eyes and enjoying the moment of happiness for a while, Song Mingzhao opened his eyes again. He lowered his head, using the faint light from the wall lamp to find the bruise on Song Yuzhang's neck. He hesitated for a long time in his heart, afraid of waking him up, but the desire to do it was strong. In the end, he steeled his heart and decided to be selfish.
Song Yuzhang was his younger brother, so he wouldn't hold it against him.
Song Mingzhao lightly bit Song Yuzhang's neck.
The force was too light, with his lips exerting more pressure than his teeth.
Song Mingzhao observed Song Yuzhang and noticed that he seemed to be still deeply asleep. So, he confidently bit down again, covering the bruise with his teeth marks, and once again hugged Song Yuzhang contentedly to sleep.
As for the marks on Song Yuzhang's body, well, out of sight, out of mind.
Song Mingzhao slept while holding Song Yuzhang, waking up every now and then, partly because of his excitement, and partly because he was afraid he might snore. Each time he woke up, he would lightly bite Song Yuzhang’s neck to reinforce his accomplishment.
After tossing and turning like this all night, Song Mingzhao finally fell into a deep, unconscious sleep by morning.
The mornings at the Song family are always quiet and scattered. Meng Sushan was having breakfast in her room. She wasn’t used to eating with the Song brothers, and unless Song Jincheng insisted, she preferred to enjoy her time alone.
Meng Sushan was not as innocent and naive as her husband thought.
The Meng family had many concubines, and her time as the young lady of the Meng family was not easy.
Because of this, Meng Sushan especially disliked the hypocrisy of the family members scheming against each other. Of course, she also understood that the Meng family had only one heir, Meng Tingjing, while the Song family had as many as four sons.
No, now there are five.
However, Song Yuzhang is a person who doesn't compete or fight for anything, which makes him very likable.
Just as Meng Sushan was drinking soy milk, Wan Lan returned with a joyful smile on her face, saying, “Second Young Master is here.”
“So fast?” Meng Sushan said in surprise.
Wan Lan said, “I was just about to leave when Second Young Master arrived.”
Meng Sushan was even more surprised. Does this mean that Meng Tingjing took the initiative to come and seek reconciliation?
Meng Tingjing did indeed come on his own initiative. While you could say he came to seek reconciliation, his main purpose was to come and see Song Yuzhang.
In fact, he had wanted to come last night, but because he didn't want to appear too eager, he held off until this morning.
Meng Tingjing did not let his momentary pleasure cause him to let his guard down.
He still needed to be cautious when dealing with Song Yuzhang.
After carefully reflecting, Meng Tingjing used his brilliant mind to analyze Song Yuzhang's words and actions one by one. He realized that Song Yuzhang had come with the intention of ‘getting at him’ the night before, and Meng Tingjing couldn't help but sneer.
The bastard liar really thought he was playing with him like a rabbit.
No wonder he still dared to come closer.
Meng Tingjing sneered again, feeling that although his actions the previous night were, in a way, a release of desire, they were, overall, a form of punishment for evil and promotion of good, successfully suppressing Song Yuzhang's scheming thoughts.
As for Song Yuzhang, he deserved it. After all, he couldn’t let go of him and had overestimated his own abilities.
Meng Tingjing firmly removed any feelings of guilt or desire to please Song Yuzhang from his mind. If it was done, then it was done. It was Song Yuzhang who had actively sought him out; he had no reason to feel indebted to him.
Song Yuzhang slapped him hard across the face, and he hadn't even settled the score with him yet!
Meng Tingjing walked upstairs with his head held high and full confidence, proudly following the servant.
In the room, Meng Sushan had finished her breakfast and was about to take her medicine when a servant hurriedly entered, looking flustered, and said, “Madam, it's not good! Second Young Master Meng and Fourth Young Master Song are fighting!”
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