Chapter 76

Chapter 76

At night, the guests entered the planet-themed spherical family glamping suites prepared by the production team.

Each suite had its own private courtyard, connected by garden pathways.

Bao Yiming stepped into the small fenced yard and was surprised to find a small plunge pool. "Wow, tomorrow morning I can jump straight into the pool after waking up!"

Then he bounded up the steps, saying, "I specifically brought two pairs of swim trunks."

Wen Cishu swiped the card to open the door and entered first.

His gaze happened to meet the camera, so he raised his hand and waved, thinking to himself: *How can I find a chance to "interrogate" Bao Tingyuan like this?*

"Wow, Mommy's gorgeous beauty slays me!"

"Gotta hug my wifey and twirl around~"

Bao Tingyuan carried the luggage into the room and closed the door, then paused to listen.

"Papa, what are you doing?" Bao Yiming leaned in and listened too. "Are you afraid of thieves breaking in?"

Bao Tingyuan mussed his son's hair. "Listening to the sound of the waves."

He was worried it might be too loud and disturb Wen Cishu's rest.

After understanding, Bao Yiming said seriously, "Wow, it's actually so quiet—I can't hear anything at all."

"Yi Ming, go wash up first."

Bao Tingyuan walked over to the luggage and smoothly laid the suitcase flat, opening it to take out two sets of bedding.

Wen Cishu stepped forward to help.

Bao Yiming skipped over to the coffee table, plucked a strawberry from the welcome fruit basket, and popped it into his mouth, then bounced over to his two dads. "Why are there two sets?"

"One is prepared for you too."

Bao Tingyuan explained, "Don’t you want it?"

"Huh?"

Bao Yiming put on a pout. "Don’t you want to sleep with your adorable little son?"

The two dads shared a look.

Wen Cishu chuckled and pinched the little one’s cheek. "Uncle Xu thoughtfully packed two sets, but it's your choice whether to use them."

"Oh~" Bao Yiming wagged his head playfully. "Then I’m off to shower!"

He deliberately lowered his voice and encouraged, "Papa, do a good job with the bed-making! You’ll do great. I believe in you!"

With that, he scampered off to shower.

Wen Cishu went to get his clean clothes.

"Am I the only one who thinks if Xiao Qi next door sleeps alone, that would be too cruel, but with Ming Zai, I kinda want him to sleep in his own room?"

"You're in trouble! If Ming Zai finds out, he'll totally call you out for your double standards!"

"Raise your hand if you're with me, sis (just wanna see some husband-husband bed-sharing scenes, no judgment)."

This was Wen Cishu's first time making the bed with Bo Tingyuan.

Gripping the sheet, he smoothed it meticulously, savoring the quiet harmony between them—a simple, understated beauty.

He stole glances at Bo Tingyuan, noticing how seriously and earnestly he approached every task—an unexpectedly natural fit.

But one glance was caught.

"You shower first in the bedroom bathroom. I'll finish up here."

"Oh." Wen Cishu, caught red-handed, quickly turned to grab his clothes.

Just then, the program team's phone on the coffee table lit up.

"Huh? A task this late?"

Wen Cishu picked it up and skimmed the message. "The crew says guests can choose to keep streaming or turn it off after 10 PM. If we turn it off, just remember to switch the cameras back on tomorrow morning."

He turned and waved the phone. "So, what do we do?"

"Mhm." Bo Tingyuan adjusted the pillow, his gaze locking onto Wen Cishu's lamplit eyes. "Your call."

"Oh." Wen Cishu set the phone down. "Guess I'll shower then."

He nearly skipped toward the bathroom, barely suppressing his glee—

Perfect! The stream ends at 10!

Bo Tingyuan watched him go, not missing the spring in his step.

"Stream off after 10? Worst news ever! Are mommy and daddy turning it off or not?"

"Pretty sure they will. Mommy looked relieved. Seems like he’s got something to discuss with daddy."

"Daddy left his answer half-finished, and now they’re cutting the stream? Which genius producer planned this? You’ll pay for this!"

"I get it, but... ugh... I HATE the production team!"

When Wen Cishu emerged from the shower, the "little monkey" was already curled up in bed, beckoning him and lifting the blanket corner. "Come here, little daddy!"

Bo Tingyuan turned, saw him stepping out, and promptly marched over to push him back into the bathroom.

"Huh?" Wen Cishu blinked, his damp lashes fluttering, water still trickling down his temples.

Bo Tingyuan shut the door behind them, flicked off the mic, and picked up a towel to slowly dab his pink-tinged skin.

The bathroom air wasn’t overly steamy despite the heat.

Yet Wen Cishu felt hotter than during his shower. "The audience will suspect something," he murmured.

"Suspect what?"

Bo Tingyuan tilted his damp chin up. "You keep forgetting we’ve been married ten years."

"..."

Wen Cishu’s dark eyes danced, studying the handsome face inches away. "So now you’re resentful? Blaming me, are you?"

The arm encircling his waist tightened, pulling him flush against Bao Tingyuan's chest.

Every inch of his skin, freshly rinsed by hot water, resembled the world’s most delicate rose petals.

The softness under his fingertips seemed to tempt Bao Tingyuan.

With just a slight press of his fingers, he could leave marks on that fair, flawless skin.

Wen Cishu, noticing his silent gaze, grew stifled and restless, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"Big Daddy? Is something wrong with Little Daddy?"

Bao Yiming's worried voice came from outside the door.

"Nothing’s wrong."

Bao Tingyuan's green eyes instantly regained their usual calmness. He quickly wiped away the lingering water droplets on Wen Cishu's neck and gently smoothed his messy hair.

Wen Cishu remained lazily unmoving, simply admiring the man before him—

His partner, whose expression was cool yet whose actions were incredibly tender and considerate.

The two left the bathroom one after the other.

"Did he just pounce on his adorably soft wife?"

"Ming Zai, don’t disturb your daddies, ahhh!"

"I didn’t even get to see Little Daddy just out of the bath, and he was already shut out?"

Wen Cishu got into bed and noticed the little one handing him a fairy tale book. "Hmm? Is it Little Daddy’s turn to tell a story today?"

"Mmm~~~" Bao Yiming shook his head with a long hum, leaning against Little Daddy’s chest and stealing a glance at Big Daddy, who had just entered the bathroom. "Can we let Big Daddy tell the story tonight? I saw him take a book yesterday too."

"Oh?" Wen Cishu thought to himself, this kid notices everything. "Alright, then let Big Daddy tell it."

"Hehe~" Bao Yiming dug under the covers, hugging Little Daddy’s arm and squirming like an excited kid.

"Your family has a habit of reading bedtime stories? That’s way too wholesome!"

"I remember! In the first episode, Ming Zai brought a book, but mommy said she was too tired to read it."

"Hello, everyone! It’s 9:30 now, only half an hour left before the livestream ends. Please cherish the time!"

"?? You monster!"

On the livestream screen, someone kept posting a countdown relentlessly.

Ten minutes later, Bao Tingyuan stepped out of the bathroom wearing matching pajamas with Wen Cishu, switching off most lights and leaving only the bedroom illuminated.

Viewers couldn’t help but marvel at Ming Zai’s Big Daddy’s physique—his broad shoulders effortlessly filled out the loose pajamas, like a runway model.

After Bao Tingyuan joined them in bed, Wen Cishu handed him the fairy tale book and said with a smile, "Today, Yiming and I want *you* to tell the story."

Bao Yiming, lying beside Little Daddy, mumbled, "Big Daddy, do you remember where we stopped yesterday?"

—This is *very* important!

Bao Tingyuan looked at him, apparently stumped.

"Oh!" Bao Yiming immediately accused, "Daddy, look—Daddy wasn’t even listening to my story!"

This topic? Wen Cishu wasn’t eager to join.

—Because he hadn’t been listening either, guilt creeping in.

Bao Tingyuan arched a brow, piecing together the story: "The unicorn gave up the fifth spirit stone and chose to enter a new adventure world with its friends?"

Wen Cishu’s eyes widened—he really remembered?

Bao Yiming sat straight up, blinking rapidly.

Daddy’s unbelievable!

Bao Tingyuan tucked the blanket around him. "Alright, let’s begin."

He opened the fairy tale book, found the page, and began reading in French.

"That French fairy tale book from last week! Mommy read it too~ Lucky little Ming Zai!"

"If someone told me this cozy scene of the family of three was from a drama, I’d totally believe it."

"Daddy’s voice is too sexy for stories—save it for whispers!"

"Just picturing the two of them secretly speaking French late at night, away from us and the kid, followed by a French kiss… [yellow heart][yellow heart]"

Before long, as the audience lamented, Bao Tingyuan turned off the livestream.

By then, Bao Yiming was already drowsy.

Wen Cishu watched as Bao Tingyuan took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand, his lips twitching.

—Was Bao Tingyuan going to sleep? Did he really have no intention of talking to him at all?

His stomach twisted, and he quickly grabbed Bao Tingyuan’s wrist, giving it a little tug.

Bao Tingyuan turned to look at him.

Under the dim glow of the wall lamp, their eyes met.

Wen Cishu bit his lip, suddenly feeling a little ashamed. "Forget it…"

He let go of Bao Tingyuan’s hand.

But Bao Tingyuan whispered, "Wait a moment."

He kicked off the blanket, fetched the thick throw from the sofa, draped it over Wen Cishu’s shoulders, and lifted him out of bed.

Wen Cishu’s breath hitched, locking eyes with him. "Wh-where are you taking me?"

Bao Tingyuan didn’t answer, carrying him into the child’s unused room.

The room was dark, lit only by the distant moonlight over the sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Bao Tingyuan sat on the sofa facing the view, cradling him, then lowered his forehead, brushing his nose lightly against Wen Cishu’s. "Today felt so long."

Without realizing it, Wen Cishu clenched his fingers around Bao Tingyuan’s pajama collar, unsure why he was so nervous.

He tilted his head, pressing against Bao Tingyuan’s cheek, sinking into the warmth, and asked softly, dazed, "What’s wrong?"

In the silence, their breathing grew increasingly rapid, with only the moon witnessing the mutual probing and teasing between them.

When Wen Cishu's soft waist was forcefully kneaded by a hand, a faint moan escaped his throat.

His parted lips seemed like a signal, drawing Bo Tingyuan to kiss him fiercely.

Then, in the silver moonlight, the two entwined like a snake and a rose, in a twisted yet pleasurable embrace.

"Bo Tingyuan!" Wen Cishu pushed at his shoulder with all his might, his entire spine straining to break free from the confining embrace, evading his dominant kisses as he panted and whispered, "What about what you said at dinner? You don't plan to tell me, do you?"

He tilted his head back, trying his best to avoid his lips and tongue.

But Bo Tingyuan wouldn't let up, pressing closer, his hand already slipping past the nightshirt to fully touch the skin of his back, rubbing and caressing with force.

Wen Cishu's hand finally emerged from the blanket, covering his lips, glaring at him coldly. "Speak!"

Bo Tingyuan stared straight into his eyes, lowering his head to kiss his palm, his warm breath brushing against his fingers, slowly moving down to the base of his palm.

For the first time, Wen Cishu noticed that his eyes, under the moonlight, had a faint, aurora-like, eerie glow.

This realization made him feel that the kiss on his palm was filled with intense eroticism, making his body tingle as if he had drunk some kind of intoxicating potion.

Biting his lower lip, Wen Cishu managed to resist the urge to kiss him back.

He quickly pulled his hand away. "If you don't speak, then... then don't even think about kissing me." He withdrew his arm into the blanket.

Bo Tingyuan let out a low, ambiguous laugh, his face drawing near until his lips brushed against his earlobe. "What do you want to hear? Ask."

Wen Cishu stammered, "Paris, our first meeting, where exactly? How did you see me? I... ah—"

Here’s the refined translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

The earlobe was gently sucked, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Bao Tingyuan murmured coaxingly, "One at a time."

Wen Cishu: "Then tell me the exact location first."

The moment he spoke, his earlobe was kissed again.

Along with the warm breath flooding his ear came a low, gravelly whisper right in his ear: "What’s the reward?"

Wen Cishu exhaled sharply through his nose.

He let out a soft hum, deciding not to argue with the troublemaker for now, and tilted his head to press a kiss against the sharp jut of his throat.

Driven by petty revenge, he nipped and kissed in turns, even tracing it with the damp tip of his tongue.

"Hiss..."

Bao Tingyuan pulled him flush against his body, yet had to pull back slightly to stare at him. "Getting daring now, are we?"

Wen Cishu snorted. "Didn’t someone say I always forget we’ve been married for ten years?"

His hand under the blanket swatted at him. "Answer the question! Stop changing the subject."

Bao Tingyuan, still feeling the lingering sensation on his throat, replied quickly, "Paris' Rue de la Paix."

"Peace Street?" Wen Cishu frowned, searching his memory. Bao Tingyuan took advantage of his distraction, sealing their lips together in a series of insistent kisses.

Wen Cishu snapped back, pulling away from his lips.

"Is it a shopping street selling luxury goods or something?"

"A jewelry store."

Bao Tingyuan's gaze lingered between his brows and lips as he spoke slowly, "That day, I happened to pick up a brooch my mother had ordered."

Wen Cishu pieced it together himself, "So we passed by each other, and you saw me? But I didn’t see you?"

Bao Tingyuan shot him a look.

As if demanding a reward.

Wen Cishu was so angry he wanted to jump up and beat him, but he was still utterly under his control.

Reluctantly, he tilted his head slightly and kissed the corner of his lips. Seeing that Bao Tingyuan remained unmoved, he could only test the waters.

Bao Tingyuan held him, stirred by the bold but clumsy movements.

When Wen Cishu’s tongue darted in, he realized what he was doing and lost himself, turning reckless.

He always felt that Bao Tingyuan was mysterious and dangerous, yet had a magnetism that made him want to explore and crave more.

When their lips parted, Wen Cishu panted heavily, his eyes fixed on him, boldly asking for the first time, "You like it when I kiss you like this, don’t you?"

His answer was Bao Tingyuan’s ferocious, near-brutal kiss.

Their arms wrapped around each other’s necks and shoulders—less of a kiss and more of a wordless, heated battle.

A contest of who adored the other more;

A contest of who enjoyed kissing the other more.

Before Wen Cishu’s heartbeat grew too frantic, Bao Tingyuan halted his relentless advance and, amidst his soft gasps, explained what happened that day.

"We didn’t pass by each other. You were walking outside the shop window while I was inside the jewelry store, waiting for the owner to give me the brooch."

Following his words, Wen Cishu drifted back to that moment.

He had accompanied his parents to look at jewelry but, noticing the street was lined with jewelry stores, didn’t follow them inside. Instead, he strolled aimlessly, admiring the displays in the shop windows.

"You just… slowly walked past one window after another."

Bao Tingyuan struggled to put into words the heart-stopping moment.

When the blurry dream-figure suddenly appeared before him in tangible form, it left him dizzy and breathless.

Never before had his gaze tracked someone’s every move so intently—so much so that even the shop owner holding the jewelry box assumed something was amiss.

Then, Bao Tingyuan calmed down, suspecting it was just a fleeting fantasy.

"By the time I took the jewelry box and rushed out, you were gone, like a ghost vanishing."

Wen Cishu barely remembered. "I might’ve gone into a store? I don’t remember."

Or perhaps his parents had suddenly come out, and they went somewhere else together.

Bao Tingyuan let out a heavy sigh. "I thought it was just a passing dream."

Wen Cishu hugged him: "What happened after that?"

Bao Tingyuan gently touched Wen Cishu’s brow, recalling his own uncertainty at the time. With no prior experience in love, he had briefly wavered in hesitation.

Now, he said slowly in French, his voice low: "Afterwards, I refused to accept that it was just a dream."

Wen Cishu’s eyes snapped open: "Then how did you… Wait, how did we wind up in that blind date?"

This also involved the Bao family patriarch.

Wen Cishu sensed there was more to the story.

Bao Tingyuan kissed his temple: "Not sleeping anymore?"

Wen Cishu grabbed his collar and said through gritted teeth, "Bao Tingyuan, if you dare give me a cliffhanger, I’ll call the police right now."

Bao Tingyuan gave a soft laugh, lowering his head to kiss the back of Wen Cishu’s hand: "Coincidentally, my grandfather reached out, wanting me to return home to meet him. My one condition was for him to help me find you."

"Wait, what?" Wen Cishu was puzzled. "How? Did you just describe me to him? How did you describe me? Let me hear it."

After asking, he noticed the subtle amusement flickering in Bao Tingyuan’s eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Bao Tingyuan leaned down and gave his lip a sharp bite: "I gave him a portrait of you."

The words exploded in Wen Cishu’s ears like a grand firework, sending him spinning into a surreal daze.