CH 8.1

Wen Wen doubts his life

Translated by Lilac

Edited by Lilac

‘Wen Wen doubts his life”

The warm touch in his arms was hard to ignore, and the strange touch at the corner of his lips kept disturbing Si Mingchen’s thoughts.

He slowly lifted his arm and touched the place Wen Zhi had kissed just now, looking down at Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi really likes him very much right now.

Although it was very different from the pre-divorce Wen Zhi, he admitted that he had yearned for this love for a long time.

As the wind blew around them, Si Mingchen watched the swirl of hair on top of Wen Zhi’s head, bent beckoningly in the wind, and lifted his hand to gently tidy his hair for him.

Wen Zhi blushed, embarrassed, “Since you’re willing to accompany me to record the variety show, then I’ll grant you a wish.”

There was a ten centimetre difference in height between them, and Wen Zhi had a thin frame that he felt as light as a feather when Si Mingchen took him in his arms.

“I haven’t thought of a wish yet, can I mention it after the recording of the variety show?”

Wen Zhi nodded, “Of course.”

Si Mingchen looked at him, “Will you back out on your words?”

Immediately, Wen Zhi frowned: “Of course not, I’m a man of my word.”

Looking at Wen Zhi’s expression, which was exactly the same as when he was in high school, Si Mingchen smiled softly, “Well, for the time being, I believe you.”

Wen Zhi’s one-sided cold war ends and he moves his things out of Ming Yantang’s house without recognising him, not forgetting to thank Min Yantang for taking care of him before he leaves.

Ming Yantang crossed his legs, watching the way Wen Zhi clumsily pulled his suitcase across the threshold. His head hurt.

How can he turn into this type of stupid and foolish guy?

After all, It was said that Wen Zhi was a good student in high school.

After returning home, Wen Zhi took a hot bath, deliberately exposed his shoulders and went out ostentatiously.

The light was on in the study, and Si Mingchen was packing his luggage.

They have already been contacted by Qing Yan and will be leaving the day after tomorrow to record the variety show at earliest.

Just as Wen Zhi was about to go over to Si Mingchen, he received a call on his mobile phone.

“Mr. Wen? This is Xinran Home car service. Your mansion at No. 5 Chun Ting Yuan (Building near spring park) should be cleaned tomorrow as usual. I heard that you have been staying there recently, do you still need our services?”

Wen Zhi was a bit taken by, Chun Ting Yuan was at the edge of the City, he hadn’t lived there recently, had he?

“I’ll go there tomorrow, you guys come over too.”

Putting down the phone, Wen Zhi quietly went into the study and poked his head out, “Honey, let’s go to bed.”

When Siming Shen raised his head, he saw Wen Zhi leaning against the door frame with her clothes unkempt, and the white patch on his chest was very shiny and eye-catching.

“Aren’t you cold?” Si Mingchen asked.

Wen Zhi with his innocent eyes, “I’m cold, so I want you to hold me so I can fall asleep.”

Si Mingchen pulled the suitcase up and smiled thoughtfully, “Didn’t you say before that you could fall asleep even with the little winter melon?”

Wen Zhi muttered, “A live husband is not the same as a winter melon.”

After a fresh shower, Wen Zhi’s skin was a light shade of pink because of the heat of the water steam.

His slender, fair neck was exposed to the air, and was a little tempting.

Si Mingchen gulped for a moment and avoided looking at the sight, “You go to bed first, I’ll look for you when I’m done.”

Wen Zhi recognized Si Mingchen’s thoughts and show him no quarter, “You always lie to me like this and let me sleep by myself in the end.”

Si Mingchen laughed slowly, “You’re clever?”

Wen Zhi puffed up his cheeks, his eyes sulking, “If you don’t sleep with me today, why don’t you just never sleep with me again?”

Si Mingchen gave it some thought, “Since it’s your request, then I agree.”

The purpose was achieved, and Wen Zhi made an “ok” gesture.

Sure enough, his husband still loves him.

As he walked towards the bedroom, Wen Zhi held Si Mingchen’s hand affectionately, his head full of inappropriate images.

He had peeked at Si Mingchen’s chest muscles. He must be very powerful, right? Would he be too sore to get out of bed tomorrow?

Wen Zhi pressed the curled corners of his mouth and rolled over, lying in the middle of the bed, looking at Si Mingchen with bated breath.

Si Mingchen did not panic and lay down, turning off the lamp.

It was a good time to do something in the dark. Wen Zhi implicitly burrowed into Si Mingchen’s embrace, and looked forward to what Si Mingchen could do.

However, Si Mingchen only gently patted his back and lulled him to sleep, like a child.

Wen Zhi was disappointed, but was too embarrassed to say so explicitly, as it made him seem unreserved.

After thinking about it, he gave a stifled grunt and leaned against Si Mingchen’s chest, rubbing it gently.

Si Mingchen is really very well-built, as Wen Zhi could feel the undulating firm pectoral muscles as he rubbed against them.

He squinted his eyes and lingered to rub against it again.

His body was very enticing in Si Mingchen’s arms, and he didn’t believe that Si Mingchen wouldn’t be aroused.

Si Mingchen soon noticed his unusualness, his expression unspoken in the dark night.

His voice was low, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Zhi grunted, “Sleepy.”

In all the years of marriage, Wen Zhi had never acted coquettishly to Si Mingchen. Si Mingchen didn’t know how to coax Wen Zhi, so he could only gently pat his shoulder and lull him to sleep.

Wen Zhi, who is a very reckless person, forgot all about his purpose and drifted off to sleep without any stress.

Hearing the sound of his breathing in his ears, Si Mingchen smiled helplessly and opened his eyes for a long time without feeling sleepy.