Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Wen Cishu woke up but kept his eyes closed.

Beneath the blanket, his arm swung in a gentle arc from his side, like a pendulum sweeping in an arc.

Where's Tingyuan?

A soft voice called from the other side, "Little Daddy?"

Wen Cishu slowly opened his eyes and lazily reached out to hug the little one nestled beside him, nuzzling against him. "Sweetheart..."

Bo Yiming cupped his little daddy's face, smoothing his soft, dark hair. "Little Daddy, were you looking for Big Daddy?"

"Huh? No." Wen Cishu denied quickly, then suddenly remembered something else and quickly lifted his face, his eyes widening in panic. "Baby, Daddy forgot to see the sunrise with you."

Bo Yiming hurriedly hugged him, rubbing their cheeks together. "It's okay! I didn't wake up either."

He chattered about what happened last night and added, "Before bed, I told Big Daddy to wake me up. But when he did, I was so sleepy that I didn't watch it."

Wen Cishu laughed softly. "Then let's go to bed early tonight."

Bo Yiming nodded, then mentioned how he'd tricked his little daddy into staying for the vacation yesterday. He said apologetically and whispered timidly, "I hope Little Daddy can forgive me."

Wen Cishu looked up at him.

His little lips pouted adorably.

Seeing his little daddy silent, Bo Yiming stared into those dark eyes, growing anxious and upset.

Wen Cishu quickly pinched his pouty, puffed cheeks. "Forgiven. But no next time."

"Mm!" Yiming's gloom seemed to be blown away by his little daddy's breath, and he squirmed happily in bed.

Wen Cishu lifted his head to look around. "Where's your Big Daddy?"

Bo Yiming explained, "He has an important meeting this morning. So Big Daddy said I should be the one to look after Little Daddy~"

"Did Big Daddy really say that?"

Wen Cishu was curious.

"Of course he did." Bo Yiming was puzzled by the question. "I didn't lie to Little Daddy."

Wen Cishu smiled, his eyes curving. "Silly, I'm not questioning you."

—Just "wondering" about your Big Daddy~

However, as he played with the little one, his chest felt a little sore—his clothes rubbing felt strangely sensitive.

-

In the bathroom.

When Wen Cishu looked down his loose collar, the memory of Bo Tingyuan licking and nipping at his chest came rushing back.

"Uh..."

He examined himself carefully.

It hadn't felt uncomfortable at the time, so why were both sides now clearly red and tender—and so sore?

He checked the marks on his thighs again, but they had already completely disappeared.

So what was up with his chest?

As Wen Cishu entered the bedroom in confusion, the large bed directly ahead triggered some memory fragments with vivid intensity.

"Can I touch you after you fall asleep?"

"You can."

It felt like being hit by a freight train, slamming into Wen Cishu full force.

"Second Master? Didn't sleep well?"

Nanny Zhong noticed him rooted to the spot, lost in thought, his dark eyes frozen.

She approached worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Cishu stiffly turned his neck, "...No."

"Papa?" Bao Yiming had already had breakfast set up by the picture window with the restaurant manager and came running over, "What's wrong?"

Wen Cishu rested a hand on his son's shoulder, "Let's eat first."

"Big Dad!" Bao Yiming turned and saw the tall figure approaching, "Awesome! Family breakfast!"

Wen Cishu stiffened slightly, not turning his head, only shooting a quick sideways look.

The moment Bao Tingyuan entered, his gaze immediately fell on Wen Cishu, naturally not missing even the slightest reaction.

"What's wrong with your neck?"

Wen Cishu took the easy way out, casually replying, "Uh... must've slept funny."

Bao Tingyuan, "Let me see."

Bao Yiming, "Huh?"

"No—it's fine now."

Wen Cishu ducked under his outstretched arm, "Let's eat, I'm famished."

Bao Yiming piped up again, letting out another "Huh?"

His eyes darted back and forth between his two dads—what was going on?

Bao Tingyuan steered his son toward the table, noticing how Wen Cishu kept dodging eye contact.

He adjusted his glasses, unable to find a reasonable explanation for the moment.

Wen Cishu ate absentmindedly, his mind was racing, two inner voices duking it out.

The voice on the left argued that since he had given verbal permission, didn't that mean Bao Tingyuan had free rein?

The voice on the right murmured sheepishly, expressing a hint of shame.

He snuck a peek at Bao Tingyuan, only to be caught in the act.

As their eyes met, before Bao Tingyuan could speak, Wen Cishu cut in gently, "If you've got work, you can... feel free to head back."

Bao Tingyuan's thick brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at his youngest son, who was watching curiously with a sneaky look.

He placed his palm over Wen Cishu's hand and gave it two gentle pats. "Mm, I know what I'm doing."

Wen Cishu nodded, but his gaze lingered on Bao Tingyuan's lips.

Ugh… What limits do you even have?! he thought.

He hurriedly averted his eyes, picked up his juice glass, and took small, deliberate sips.

The sweet and tangy liquid filled his mouth, but his mind was flooded with uncontrollable, steamy thoughts.

Our son is right here! No inappropriate thoughts! he yelled in his head.

Bao Tingyuan turned to his son. "Yiming, what are your plans for today?"

Bao Yiming answered excitedly, "If you have time, Dad, I want to go surfing, snorkeling, ride the little train by the beach, and go on a family bike ride!" He quickly added, "What about you, Papa?"

Wen Cishu blurted out, "Sure, I’ll go with you."

"Huh? Papa, you’ll surf with me?" Bao Yiming blinked.

"..."

Wen Cishu had never so much as touched a surfboard in his life—with his coordination, standing upright on one was impossible.

Before he could explain, Bao Tingyuan cut in, "Your papa meant he’d join you for the train and bike ride."

Bao Yiming grinned. "I know, I was just teasing. Papa, are you still half-asleep?"

Wen Cishu seized the chance to nod.

Bao Tingyuan had already eaten breakfast after waking up and was just sitting with them briefly.

Once the meal ended, he sent their son off to get ready for the outing.

Left alone together, Bao Tingyuan watched as Wen Cishu soaked up the sun, his eyes closed, looking sleepy and satisfied. "Did something happen this morning while I was gone?"

You’re asking? You’re the culprit! Wen Cishu seethed inwardly.

But he didn’t know how to bring it up. When he saw Bao Tingyuan reach out to embrace him, he instinctively slapped his hand away.

At that, Bao Tingyuan realized the issue lay with him.

Still, he hauled Wen Cishu onto his lap on the sofa and tilted his chin up.

Wen Cishu lifted his face, scowling in frustration. The thought of his chest being swollen from whatever Bao Tingyuan did made him so angry that he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Bao Tingyuan’s neck and biting his earlobe.

Bao Tingyuan held him tightly, clenched his jaw, enduring the pain with only a slight frown but no sound, letting him blow off steam.

Wen Cishu, afraid he might have actually hurt him, loosened his grip and leaned against his shoulder, muttered, "Even though I allowed you… you still shouldn’t have…"

Bao Tingyuan rubbed his lower back, his deep, amused voice asking, "Professor Wen, are you giving me a pop quiz?"

"..."

Wen Cishu thumped his back. "You’re so clueless! Can’t you figure it out yourself?"

But when it comes to that kind of thing, you’re a natural—don't need any instructions.

Bao Tingyuan snapped out of it and asked by his ear, "Where does it hurt?" His hand at the small of the back slid forward, his thumb and forefinger just gripping the narrow waist as he slowly pushed upward.

"Hiss."

The fabric brushed against his chest, and Wen Cishu made a small noise.

"Are you hurt?"

Bao Tingyuan quickly pushed him away and reached to lift the hem of his shirt.

"Hey!" Wen Cishu grabbed his wrist, glaring at him sternly. "In broad daylight—what are you doing?"

Bao Tingyuan gripped his wrist and pulled it behind his back, holding it firmly with one hand, his tone serious. "Let me see."

Wen Cishu froze as the hem of his shirt was slowly lifted, goosebumps rising on his skin.

He couldn't look at those green eyes; he could only shut his own in shame, biting his lower lip until it turned pale.

Beneath the light brown fabric, pale, smooth skin was revealed inch by inch.

His frame was naturally slender and delicate, his waist narrow and lean, gleaming in the golden sunlight.

The reddened area stood out sharply against his flawless milky skin, like crimson ink bleeding onto pristine rice paper—both glaring and highly suggestive.

Wen Cishu felt him lean closer and clenched his eyes shut, his voice tight as he protested, "Bao Tingyuan, don’t—"

Before he could finish, a warm breath brushed his skin.

Followed by kisses light as feathers.

Bao Tingyuan pulled back, pulling the shirt down, and murmured, "I’ll be more careful in the future."

At these words, Wen Cishu’s ears burned even hotter.

Just how "careless" had he been last night to leave him like this?

He peeked at him, eyes darting as he mumbled, "Let me ask you something."

"Hmm?" Bao Tingyuan cupped his face, his thumb rubbing against his dry, soft lips.

Wen Cishu felt the gentle rubbing of his thumb and couldn’t help but let his gaze drift to Bao Tingyuan’s lips.

His own lips moved slightly, as if subconsciously kissing the pad of his thumb, before he forced himself to keep his cool and asked, "So, when you do... that, does it... turn you on more?"

Bao Tingyuan remembered him asking something similar last night, despite his shyness.

—He really cared about this.

Bao Tingyuan leaned in. "Yes."

Their lips were separated only by his thumb, the nearness maddeningly tempting.

Wen Cishu puckered his lips a little, his lowered gaze lifting again to meet Bao Tingyuan’s smoldering eyes through the lenses, whispering, "That’s good."

Then he quickly looked away, focusing on his earlobe. "I’ll... try to get used to it. So even when I’m awake, I can..."

Bao Tingyuan’s thumb slid from his lips to the side, almost digging into the soft plumpness of his cheek. "Then today, instead of going out with Yi Ming, we could stay in the room—"

Before he could even raise his hand, Wen Cishu quickly covered Bao Tingyuan’s mouth, shooting him a fierce glare through his glasses.

He pulled back slightly under that teasing gaze, chiding sternly, "We can’t do that. Yi Ming would be disappointed."

Bao Tingyuan’s glasses still on, he tilted his head slightly and kissed him back, whispering against his lips, "Then what are you doing right now?"

Wen Cishu flushed. "...Just dad talk. Uh—"

No sooner had he spoken than his soft lower lip was bitten.