Chapter 66

Chapter 66

At dawn.

Wen Cishu woke up overheated. Among his senses, his ears caught the sound before his eyes could focus.

It was the wet, sticky noise of tongues entwining—so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet achingly intimate.

He suddenly realized it seemed to be coming from his own lips and tongue, and soon, his other senses sharpened.

Bao Tingyuan was lying over him, his right arm wrapped around Wen Cishu’s waist, slightly lifting him, while his other hand cupped his cheek, kissing him.

No wonder he’d been getting hotter in his sleep.

“Mmm…” Wen Cishu stretched his legs restlessly, his drowsy eyes blinking open. “What time is it?”

“Not even five yet.”

Bao Tingyuan pressed their lips together again, nibbling back and forth, his tongue slipping in to tangle with Wen Cishu’s soft, sweet tongue.

Half-asleep, Wen Cishu had thought it was time to get ready for work—but it was still so early.

He deliberately tilted his face away from those warm lips. “Yesterday… was it around this time too?” Leaving him covered in marks.

Unable to reach his lips, Bao Tingyuan kissed his chin, his earlobe, the beauty mark on his neck instead, his voice gruff as he answered, “Mhm.”

Wen Cishu suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Bao Tingyuan’s waist, his eyes snapping open. “What’s wrong with this time? Does this happen every morning?”

Bao Tingyuan gazed at his suddenly sharp, concerned dark eyes and kissed the corner of one.

He didn’t answer directly. The hand on Wen Cishu’s waist slowly slid up to his back, then down to his left chest, lightly tracing over it.

Their gazes locked—the meaning obvious.

Wen Cishu’s eyes widened. So it was because of his heart.

It did seem that the sleepy, dreamlike closeness felt more natural than when he was fully awake, keeping his heartbeat steady.

He squinted and muttered, “Then… why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t you know?” Bao Tingyuan breathed against his ear between nips. “Yesterday morning, you clung to me, refusing to let go.”

His morning voice was husky, sleep-rough, and playful.

“Who wouldn’t let you go?”

Wen Cishu muttered, “Making things up again.”

Bao Tingyuan paused. “Again?”

“Last time on the phone, you said I talked in my sleep.”

Wen Cishu clenched his jaw. “I asked my parents and Aunt Zhong—I’ve never been one to talk in my sleep!”

As he spoke, his irritation grew, and he swatted at Bao Tingyuan’s hip.

Only to feel bare skin—

Bao Tingyuan hadn’t bothered with pajamas.

"Hiss..."

Bao Tingyuan overreacted dramatically.

"Did it hurt?" Wen Cishu didn’t have time to think, quickly rubbing the spot with his palm. "I didn’t mean to."

Bao Tingyuan’s eyes sparkled with amusement—an unexpectedly sweet morning.

Wen Cishu brought the conversation back: "But lying to me is still wrong. You know that, right?"

He rubbed gently while asking in confusion, "Do I really look that gullible to you?"

Bao Tingyuan kissed his pursed lips and whispered in French, *“C’est parce que tu veux bien me croire.”*

Wen Cishu was about to retort, “Who believes you?” but his heart felt as if it had been drenched in sweet honey. “As long as you know~ Hmm…” His lips were suddenly sucked hard.

Before he could react, his chin, earlobe, and neck were each showered with searing, possessive kisses.

Wen Cishu felt as if he’d fallen into a spun-sugar haze, wondering—was this how Bao Tingyuan treated him yesterday?

Taking advantage of his sleep to do such things… how sneaky!

As Bao Tingyuan’s lips trailed downward along his collar, Wen Cishu remembered their unfinished conversation from last night. He placed a hand on the back of Bao Tingyuan’s neck and pressed firmly. “You never told me yesterday—what did the doctor say? How should it be treated? No dodging the question.”

Bao Tingyuan propped himself up, his green eyes clouded with desire—mysterious and alluring.

Wen Cishu suddenly felt shy, more so than during their heated kiss, with an urge to hide under the blankets.

His slender fingertip teased Bao Tingyuan’s strikingly high nose. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Bao Tingyuan’s smoldering gaze settled on his lips.

Naturally sensing it, Wen Cishu arched up slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto them. “Like this?” he murmured tenderly.

The next moment, he was flipped onto his back, now straddling Bao Tingyuan.

Bao Tingyuan’s hands slid down to grip his slim waist, pulling him closer.

His hand pressed against Wen Cishu’s back as he asked, “Why stop?”

Wen Cishu glared at him, but after three seconds, he surrendered in embarrassment.

—Maybe he should just pretend to be asleep and let Bao Tingyuan take over!

"Hmm?" Bao Tingyuan’s palm slipped past the hem of his clothes, cupping his satin waist, squeezing rhythmically. "Ignoring me now?"

"Not at all."

Wen Cishu glanced up, tugging a corner of the blanket to cover Bao Tingyuan’s hungry stare.

Wait—

Wen Cishu studied the partially obscured face before him.

With those distinctive eyes hidden, Bao Tingyuan’s chiseled jaw, aquiline nose, and sculpted lips were devastatingly handsome.

His gaze raked shamelessly—from Bao Tingyuan’s face to his neck, broad shoulders, and defined chest…

Sprawled beneath him, Bao Tingyuan gave Wen Cishu the delusion of control.

His breath quickened without him realizing, his heart already drunk with anticipation before anything even happened.

The hand on his waist suddenly squeezed harder, and Bao Tingyuan let out a rough, sleep-heavy grunt from his chest: "Hmm? Asleep?"

Wen Cishu: *I'm getting a nosebleed here—how could anyone sleep?*

He lowered his head to kiss the corner of Bao Tingyuan's lips—or rather, for the first time, he touched him with the deliberate slowness of tasting, slowly giving in to his own desires, losing himself deeper, helpless to resist.

For the first time, his shyness and nervousness completely vanished, quickly realizing how intoxicating it was to kiss Bao Tingyuan.

However, what Bao Tingyuan hadn’t anticipated was that Wen Cishu’s overly passionate kisses at this moment stirred a reaction so fierce in his long-medicated body that it overpowered the effects of his medication.

Just as Wen Cishu was lost in it, he was pushed away. "Hmm?"

His almond-shaped eyes were glazed over with confusion, his soft lips shiny with spit.

—*This… isn’t how it’s done?*

Bao Tingyuan shoved the covers down, pulled him into his arms, and tucked them both back under the blankets. After ensuring just enough space between their bodies, he kissed him again—only this time, his movements were hungrier, almost punishing.

Wen Cishu could only take it, unable to swallow the wetness that spilled from the corner of his lips.

He didn’t see the struggle and overwhelming desire in Bao Tingyuan’s green eyes, only feeling a belated sense of shame as he realized: *So… Bao Tingyuan likes taking the lead.*

Over ten minutes later, Wen Cishu was left a pliant, breathless heap.

Bao Tingyuan combed his fingers through Wen Cishu’s thick black hair. "Rest a bit more. It’s not time for work yet."

"Mmm." Wen Cishu really wasn’t fully awake yet, burrowing deeper against him. "When you leave for work… can you carry me to my own bed? If Yi Ming doesn’t see me, he’ll definitely pitch a fit."

His voice had been especially soft lately, tinged with a whine.

Bao Tingyuan glanced at the room divider. "I’ll carry him here instead."

Wen Cishu shook his head, his hair brushing against Bao Tingyuan’s cheek as he mumbled drowsily, "No… don’t let Yi Ming sleep here…"

Bao Tingyuan paused, then understood his meaning.

-

When Bao Yiming woke up, he found himself sprawled over his little dad’s arm.

*Hmm… did I kinda push him to the edge?*

He quickly scooted over guiltily, wanting to tug his little dad back but afraid of waking him.

*Wait… Big Dad left me here?*

Bao Yiming lifted his bird’s nest hair, scanning the room to confirm.

*Unbelievable.*

Happily, he rubbed his face into Little Dad’s sleeve—but then got a whiff of Big Dad’s scent.

He closed his eyes, sniff-sniffed like a little detective to verify.

*Ah, Big Dad must’ve slept on the other side of Little Dad last night. That’s why.*

But it didn’t matter. As long as he was here too, everything was fine~

For the rest of the morning, Bao Yiming bounced off the walls with endless energy, even his steps springy.

Tomorrow's live show will not be filmed locally. Instead, all families will fly to a coastal city.

Bao Yiming didn’t go anywhere today—not even to play tennis. He spent the whole time picking out outfits and packing, even giving Little Monkey advice.

Albert came to the mansion in the morning specifically to relay the production team’s arrangements to the father and son.

Wen Cishu had already glanced at the documents the production team sent in the group chat yesterday, though not as thoroughly.

After listening, he asked, "Was the fourth episode originally planned to be filmed out of town? Or did Yi Ming’s dad communicate with the production team?"

He always felt Bao Tingyuan must have had a hand in some matters, though he usually didn’t bother asking.

Albert sipped the mansion’s black tea with a smile. "Mr. Bao gave some suggestions, but the specific arrangements were made by the production team."

Wen Cishu nodded, then looked at Little Monkey running in from outside. The thought of the three of them going on a vacation through the show’s live broadcast sounded really nice.

"How are the flight arrangements?"

Albert replied, "You and Mr. Bao will take one flight, while Young Master will take another, with me accompanying him. If Uncle Xu is willing—"

Uncle Xu happened to walk in, frowning. "I wasn't included originally?"

Albert turned his head and quickly explained, "No no, that's not what I meant."

Wen Cishu chuckled. "Aunt Zhong is coming too. We'll all go together. Also, since we’ll be away, everyone gets two extra days off. Uncle Xu, please arrange things in advance."

"Great, that’s wonderful." Uncle Xu left with a smile to make arrangements.

When Bao Yiming arrived, he ran into Uncle Xu and learned about the plan. He rushed in and asked, "Little Monkey, I want to be on the same plane as you!"

He looked at Albert in confusion, speaking in an astonished tone, "Uncle, is Dad scared to fly alone? Doesn’t he occasionally take flights for business trips?"

Albert explained patiently, "Young Master, remember when you went abroad before—didn’t you also take a separate flight from Mr. Bao? It’s for safety reasons."

Bao Yiming said, "I know we should be separated."

As the only heir to the Bao family, he was well aware of the reasoning behind this.

Some of his classmates also traveled separately from their parents during vacations—with either a nanny or their grandparents.

He emphasized, "I mean, I want to be with Little Monkey while being separated from Dad."

"Well…" Albert glanced at Mr. Wen.

Wen Cishu picked up his jasmine tea cup and said leisurely, "Maybe Albert should go talk this over with Mr. Bao?"

Albert: …Why did he agree to take on this "part-time job" for Mr. Bao again?

Oh right—the money.