Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Early morning.

Bo Yiming's bedroom.

Inside the tent, Xingxing had already woken up, lying on a little dolphin pillow, gazing intently at Yiming with wide, bright eyes.

Bo Yiming's eyelashes were exceptionally long and thick, even the lower lashes, forming a downy arc when his eyes were closed.

His hair and eyebrows carried a blend of his fathers' genes—black with a hint of brown.

Xingxing thought that when Yiming was asleep, he looked more typically Chinese than usual.

Mainly because the distance between his brows and eyes was narrower, and the color of his eyes was particularly unique—gemstone eyes that scattered light like prisms under the sun.

While they both had unusual eye colors, whenever Xingxing glanced up at Yiming's father's gaze, he wanted to grab his brother and run.

In his peaceful slumber, Bo Yiming suddenly mumbled something and reached out to pull Xingxing closer.

Following his brother's movement, Xingxing collapsed onto the soft pillow, squirming playfully to burrow closer, only to be wrapped in his brother's arms.

Bo Yiming rolled over onto his stomach, draping an arm over Xingxing and patting him drowsily. "Be good, Xingxing~~"

Xingxing loved having an older brother. Even with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but smile.

-

Second floor of the mansion.

Spring's warmth filled the air.

Drowsy, Wen Cishu faintly registered the provocative friction against his chest.

His soft lips wrapped around Bo Tingyuan's fingertips, subconsciously giving a light suck in response to the motion.

After coming out of the bathroom last night, he had fallen into a deep sleep, unaware of what Bo Tingyuan had done afterward.

He had slept soundly and contentedly, spared from his usual strange, unsettling dreams.

So when he was gently touched just now, he began to stir, his arm resting on Bo Tingyuan's nape, fingers absently twirling the ends of his hair.

Time lost meaning—Wen Cishu drifted in and out of sleep.

"Did I wake you?" Bo Tingyuan kissed him softly. "Sleep a little longer. I'm heading to the office."

Wen Cishu opened his eyes, yawning slightly, his eyes still sleep-heavy—until he noticed the pronounced marks on Bo Tingyuan's shoulder. Instantly, he was wide awake.

His fingers hesitantly traced the marks, doubt clouding his eyes. "This..."

On the right shoulder was a lattice of bite marks in varying depths.

There could be no other culprit.

For a brief moment, Wen Cishu was stunned, remorse coloring his features. A lock of hair slipped down, framing his face like a sheer curtain, adding a rare, enticing softness to his striking beauty.

Bo Tingyuan leaned down to kiss him, teasing his plush lower lip with gentle nips. "You left these. Why be shy?"

"Hmm..." Wen Cishu pushed lightly at his left shoulder. "Hold still. Let me see."

Not wanting him to worry, Bo Tingyuan obligingly turned, giving him a proper look.

Wen Cishu was half-kneeling with one leg stretched out to the side, studying intently with a frown as he examined the marks, murmuring, "Should we apply some ointment?"

Two of the marks even showed faint traces of blood.

He was surprised at himself for being so careless.

Bao Tingyuan said, "It's not serious. They'll be gone by tonight."

Wen Cishu looked down. "Next time, tell me. Otherwise, I..."

In the moment, how could he remember such things?

Bao Tingyuan lifted his chin and gave him a kiss.

Wen Cishu gazed into his deep green eyes, his mind flashing back to last night’s intimacy in the bathtub.

He assumed Bao Tingyuan must be thinking the same.

Embarrassed, he fell back onto the soft pillow, pressing a foot against Bao Tingyuan’s leg as he muttered, "Go get cleaned up."

Bao Tingyuan squeezed his waist briefly, tucked the blanket around him, and then headed to the bathroom.

Like a kid, Wen Cishu peeked with one eye, watching the sexy figure clad only in sleep pants with a hint of regret.

After some internal struggle, as Bao Tingyuan emerged from the bathroom and moved toward the closet, Wen Cishu finally said hesitantly, "You..."

Hearing his uncertain tone, Bao Tingyuan turned back. "Hmm?"

Wen Cishu buried his head under the blanket, only to stick out a hand from under it, patting the edge of the bed lightly. Fighting his shyness, he whispered his request, "Could you... change here instead?"

"Mm."

Hearing the agreement, Wen Cishu’s lips curled wildly beneath the covers.

—Nice! He was getting quite good at securing his own perks!

By the time Bao Tingyuan returned with his shirt and suit in hand, Wen Cishu was trying hard to maintain a composed expression, acting casual as he brought up their younger son.

"I wonder if Yi Ming and Xingxing slept well."

"I had Uncle Xu keep an eye on them. No issues during the night."

As he spoke, Bao Tingyuan draped the clothes over the back of the sofa.

Just as he picked up the shirt to put it on, he glanced back at the figure stealing glances from the bed.

"Which would you prefer I put on first?"

"Huh?" Wen Cishu’s gaze lingered on his narrow waist, his mouth half-hidden in the blanket. "Aren’t you going to take off your sleep pants before dressing?"

Whenever he said things like this, he couldn’t help feeling like some kind of pervert.

Without a word, Bao Tingyuan bent down to remove his sleep pants, setting them aside.

Wen Cishu’s eyes wandered appreciatively, sighing inwardly at the sight before him before teasing, "Why are you just standing there? Get dressed."

Bao Tingyuan had never realized his back view held such appeal.

One by one, he put on the shirt, trousers, and waistcoat, then turned to gaze down at the man on the bed from his full height.

"Huh?" Wen Cishu's eyes widened slowly as Bao Tingyuan leaned in closer, catching the cool minty toothpaste smell.

He pressed his lips tightly together and mumbled, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, no kiss for you."

"Mm."

Bao Tingyuan pushed at his shoulder, turning him to the right.

"Huh?"

Wen Cishu was puzzled until he felt Bao Tingyuan tug his pajama sleeve down.

The cool tip of a nose touched the skin of his back.

Warm breath fanned over it, instantly setting off a flutter of heat.

Wen Cishu clenched the soft blanket in his fingers and muttered a reminder, "Shouldn’t you be getting breakfast?"

Bao Tingyuan lowered his gaze to the pale, delicate shoulder, his lips grazing the tender skin as he murmured, "Mind if I leave my mark too?"

"...Mm."

Wen Cishu buried his face, whispering, "Do it, I won’t complain."

But as soon as he spoke, his soft earlobe was caught between lips, a gentle suck making him squirm and hunch up.

Bao Tingyuan soon pulled away, fixing his pajamas and tucking him in. "Alright, go back to sleep," he said before turning to leave.

Wen Cishu screamed inside his head: Aaaaaah, this is too much!

—Bao Tingyuan, lose a hundred gold stars!

-

During breakfast.

Wen Cishu ate with the kids, specially asking Uncle Xu to prepare a matching set of cartoon tableware, even the egg cup was a fox-shaped ceramic egg cup.

"Wow~" Bao Yiming dashed to the table. "Papa, is it a special day?"

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair. "With Xingxing here, every day’s a party."

He turned to Xingxing, asking how he was doing.

Xingxing answered obediently.

Wen Cishu pulled out a chair for him. "Did your brother steal the covers again?"

Xingxing shook his head.

"Papa, I was super good~" Bao Yiming chirped cheerfully. "I cuddled Xingxing all night!"

Xingxing nodded hard, his face beaming with a bright smile.

Wen Cishu thought, he didn’t smile often, but when he did, it was heart-melting.

"Xingxing, you’ve got a tiny dimple on your right cheek—I never spotted that before."

"Uh-huh! I saw it ages ago!"

Bao Yiming suddenly looked smug, even booping Xingxing’s dimple with his tiny finger.

Wen Cishu noticed that Xingxing not only didn’t avoid it but even leaned in to let his brother poke him. He couldn’t help but muse to himself: seven or eight years old is truly the best age for forming friendships. By seventeen or eighteen, that might not be the case anymore.

Aunt Zhong came over to bring breakfast.

Bao Yiming eagerly held Xingxing’s fingers as they tapped on the eggs together.

“Doesn’t it feel like cracking open an Easter egg?”

Xingxing nodded with a smile, pleasantly surprised that boiled eggs could be this fun before eating them.

“Here, you can tap this one, brother.”

Bao Yiming pushed the egg holder toward him.

Xingxing picked up a small spoon and tapped the eggshell twice with a “tink-tink.”

Wen Cishu captured this moment and sent it to Chu Han and Bao Tingyuan.

Just then, Bao Yiming asked, “Where’s Daddy?”

“He went to the office.” Wen Cishu put down his phone. “Do you need me to play with you this morning?”

Bao Yiming replied sweetly, “No need! Xingxing and I will play with tennis. You can take it easy, little Daddy.”

Wen Cishu thought to himself: Perfect, sticking to my role as an idle adult.

He remembered something he could run an errand for, giving him a reason to go out alone.

“Then I’ll run out for a while this morning and come back to have lunch with you and Xingxing.”

Bao Yiming hesitated, playing with his chopsticks, and whispered, “Little Daddy, maybe you could go have lunch with Daddy instead?”

“Huh?” Wen Cishu was stunned. “Baby, are you trying to get rid of me?”

He looked at the two little ones in disbelief—was he really the third wheel here?!

Bao Yiming shook his head. “Of course not! It’s just… Xingxing and I agreed to pitch a tent in the garden and have lunch inside.”

Wen Cishu took a sip of warm milk, set down his cup, and said calmly, “Alright, I’ll figure out my own plans.” So I won’t be in your way!

—Brat, deduct one hundred little red flowers for you too!

Father and son, both complete failures!