Chapter 115

Chapter 115

"Mmm, your little dad isn't awake yet."

Bo Tingyuan stood on the morning balcony, answering his youngest son's early morning call.

Bo Yiming ignored his dad and began excitedly sharing about the fluffy omelet he had just eaten, then went through the day's itinerary.

He and Xingxing had spontaneously decided to go on the Ferris wheel that morning, so Xingxing's dad would drive them there.

Leaning against the railing, Bo Tingyuan listened patiently, responding occasionally.

Only when the cheerful voice paused did he ask, "Which amusement park? I'll arrange for a bodyguard."

Bo Yiming named the park and quickly added, "Can it just be one bodyguard uncle? I promise I won’t run around—I’ll stay with Xingxing the whole time, I’ll behave!"

"Alright."

Bo Tingyuan agreed, then called, "Yiming."

"Hmm?"

Hearing his name, Bo Yiming's tone immediately turned obedient. "Dad, what do you want to say?"

Bo Tingyuan's gaze drifted to the garden below. "Remember to take some photos while you’re out. Show them to me and your little dad when you get home."

Bo Yiming had expected something serious—his bright laughter rang out. "Okay~! When Little Dad wakes up, Dad, remember to give him a good-morning kiss for me!"

"Got it."

Bo Tingyuan's thick brows relaxed, his expression visibly pleased. "You can hang up now."

"Bye, Dad~!" Bo Yiming chirped before ending the call.

Bo Tingyuan then dialed Xu-shu, instructing him to arrange for the family driver and bodyguard to accompany them.

After a pause, he added, "They’re going to the amusement park. Have the bodyguard wear casual clothes."

Xu-shu understood Bo Tingyuan’s reasoning and assured him it would be handled immediately.

Once the call ended, Bo Tingyuan returned to the bedroom, his steps halting slightly as his eyes landed on Wen Cishu’s movements.

On the bed, Wen Cishu lay on his side, his black hair spread across the sheets. His long arms wrapped around Bo Tingyuan’s pillow, pulling it slowly into his embrace as he nuzzled his cheek against the soft fabric.

Bo Tingyuan observed the motion carefully—it was habitual, clearly something he often did in his absence.

He approached, reaching out to tuck back the strands of hair half-covering Wen Cishu’s face, revealing his delicate, striking features.

"Hmm~" Wen Cishu let out a soft murmur at the touch, tightening his grip on the pillow and burying his face deeper into it.

Bo Tingyuan watched as he seemed to inhale the lingering scent on the pillow—the traces of him.

At that thought, he leaned down and embraced Wen Cishu, determined to wake him this time. His lips trailed from Wen Cishu’s earlobe to his jaw, then finally pressed against his mouth, parting his lips with ease.

"Mm… huh?" Wen Cishu mumbled in protest, trying to hide his face in the pillow—only for it to be pulled away. His eyes flew open, meeting Bo Tingyuan’s dangerous green eyes, dark with desire.

He blinked, realizing Bo Tingyuan had the day off.

But he was still half-asleep, so his drowsy eyes naturally closed again.

Bao Tingyuan kissed his temple and whispered by his ear, "What were you doing hugging my pillow?"

Wen Cishu felt ticklish and mumbled with his eyes shut, "Huh? No… wasn’t…"

Bao Tingyuan hadn’t expected him to deny it outright—half the pillow was still cradled in his arms. He gave it a playful tug.

Wen Cishu instinctively tightened his grip before letting go, turning to press against his own pillow instead. His voice was thick with sleep as he complained, "Bao Tingyuan, stop bothering me."

Bao Tingyuan pushed him onto his back before leaning over to kiss him.

Lately, the two of them had been inseparable, and Wen Cishu instinctively tilted his neck to meet Bao Tingyuan’s demanding kiss, a soft, protesting whine escaping his lips.

Half a minute later, Bao Tingyuan’s lips lingered against his smooth jaw. "Alright, go back to sleep. I’ll handle it myself."

Wen Cishu’s foggy brain barely processed the words, and he replied naturally, "Mm... you take care of it yourself."

Hearing those unconsciously murmured words, Bao Tingyuan stared at his damp, flushed lips, aching to kiss them over and over.

But he didn’t. Instead, he gently undid the buttons of Wen Cishu’s pajamas, his palm roaming slowly.

Bathed in the morning sunlight, Wen Cishu’s skin was so pale it almost glowed with a soft radiance.

The occasional small mole here and there only made him even more tempting.

His hand traced the curves of Wen Cishu’s body, massaging in slow circles.

Though Wen Cishu wasn’t fully conscious, the rough warmth of Bao Tingyuan’s palm and fingers gliding over his delicate skin still seared through him like a brand, as if ironing out every inch of his body and heart.

It felt so good that he instinctively pressed into Bao Tingyuan’s broad, strong hands—sometimes lifting his chest, sometimes curving his slender waist.

When Bao Tingyuan’s hand slid lower, past the elastic waistband of his soft sleep pants, Wen Cishu caught his lip briefly between his teeth before relaxing again.

Bao Tingyuan leaned in, nuzzling against Wen Cishu’s mouth, closing his own eyes to memorize every inch under his touch.

In his sleep, Wen Cishu shifted his knees slightly, as if trying to press them together only to slump apart limply.

After a few attempts, Bao Tingyuan’s leg lightly trapped them in place, leaving Wen Cishu to rub against him instead.

His hand traveled further down, gripping one of Wen Cishu’s long legs.

With just a little pressure, soft flesh plumped between his fingers.

He adjusted his touch based on Wen Cishu’s reactions, kneading over and over—never harsh, never painful.

Only when a wet tongue licked and teased did Wen Cishu react more noticeably, a breathy, needy sound escaping his throat.

After a while, Bao Tingyuan maneuvered him on top, tilting the mattress slightly.

Wen Cishu felt the shift in both the bed and Bao Tingyuan’s body, his bleary eyes cracking open. "Hmm?"

Bao Tingyuan kissed him again. "Shh, nothing. Keep sleeping."

His voice was rough with desire.

When he gently entered him, Wen Cishu, still half-conscious, fidgeted restlessly against his chest.

Bao Tingyuan immediately held his waist. "I’ll handle it. Stay still."

Wen Cishu was just adjusting, his body reacting instinctively, but he quieted down at the soothing sound of his voice.

Yet the fullness inside refused to fade. He rubbed his face insistently against Bao Tingyuan’s cheek, pleading in discomfort, "Move... move, please."

Bao Tingyuan pressed a hand to his back, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, then rubbed his cheek in return. "No more moving. Let’s just sleep like this for a while."

"Hmm?"

Wen Cishu’s breathing was slightly uneven, but he hadn’t expected Bao Tingyuan to truly stop.

His smooth calves shifted against the sheets, taking several minutes to fully adjust to the teasing, unresolved tension.

Bao Tingyuan’s gaze traced the delicate features before him—the faintly furrowed brows, slightly parted lips, his entire body melted like sweet cream, irresistible enough to make one want a taste.

True to his word, he didn’t continue, simply holding Wen Cishu as they drifted off to sleep.

About an hour later.

Wen Cishu woke leisurely, only to find himself draped over Bao Tingyuan in an awkward position.

Thanks to the mattress’s curve, he didn’t feel fatigued, but the situation was mortifying.

The moment he stirred, Bao Tingyuan woke—though he kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

Wen Cishu tried to sit up on his own, but the slightest shift got him pinned back down.

Clamping his lips shut to muffle a sound, he pinched Bao Tingyuan’s cheek hard. "You creep. Let me go."

Bao Tingyuan lazily rubbed his knee. "Are your legs sore?"

Wen Cishu only wanted to break free, irritated. "Are we getting up or not? What time is it? If we don’t hurry, Auntie Zhong will come to call me for breakfast."

Bao Tingyuan checked the time. "We’ve got 30 minutes."

Auntie Zhong’s "morning routine" had been set by Bao Tingyuan, mainly to ensure Wen Cishu didn’t oversleep and miss breakfast.

Wen Cishu: "But... I’m hungry."

"Really?" Bao Tingyuan yanked the covers over them, creating a small, private space. He brushed his nose against Wen Cishu’s cheek and murmured, "Then hurry up?"

"Hey! *You* should hurry up!" Wen Cishu grabbed his neck in frustration, only for Bao Tingyuan to tilt his head back, making it easier for his palm to settle.

Deliberately, Bao Tingyuan arched his neck, pressing his Adam’s apple into Wen Cishu’s palm.

In the dim light beneath the covers, his eyes took on a jade-green glint, sinfully sexy when half-lidded.

Wen Cishu thought irritably: *Fine. Might as damn well get a few nibbles in of Bao Tingyuan before breakfast.*

Perhaps flushed from the heat, his voice dropped to a murmur. "Open your lips a little."

Bao Tingyuan studied him, not immediately complying.

Wen Cishu quickly dove in to kiss his throat, urging, "Come on."

Only then did Bao Tingyuan slide a hand to the small of his back and let his lips part slightly.

Just one look from Wen Cishu made his whole body burn. He thought to himself how this person usually wore such a cold expression, his eyes sharp and piercing behind his glasses, making anyone he looked at feel like they owed him millions. But right now, he was unbearably hot...

Bao Tingyuan watched a slow-burning fire ignite in those glossy dark eyes, burning and burning, until Wen Cishu didn’t even notice when he’d turned boneless.

He asked, "You’re just gonna leave me like this?"

Wen Cishu thought to himself: *It’s not like he’s experienced enough for fancy moves!*

"Then, you—"

Recalling a fleeting thought from earlier, he mumbled, "Let me hear you moan a little."

"No." Bao Tingyuan refused outright.

"How is that possible? You did it just the other day—"

Wen Cishu pressed his lips together, remembering the scene from two nights ago when they had tangled in the walk-in closet.

Day after day, night after night—their sex life was exhausting.

Wen Cishu met his gaze, a fingertip tracing from his collarbone down to his chest, teasing lightly as it clicked. "Oh~ So you only really get going in the closet, huh?"

Bao Tingyuan didn’t deny it. "Says you. Who begged for the mirr—"

Wen Cishu covered his mouth, refusing to let him finish.

Okay, fine, he’d been the one obsessed with the mirror, only to end up with his heart racing wildly.

When Bao Tingyuan tried to carry him away, he resisted, drawing it out way too long.

Wen Cishu urged him, "Come on~ You’ve done this before~"

Bao Tingyuan slid a hand up his back, pressing him closer. "You pant first, let me hear."

Wen Cishu buried his face against Bao Tingyuan’s ear and let out a barely-there "Mm~," immediately feeling his intense reaction.

Then, Bao Tingyuan turned his head, lips brushing his ear, cupping the outer shell firmly with his palm as he panted, breath by breath.

Between whispered words and that sinful voice, Wen Cishu parted his lips, trying to speak but too far gone, his body tensing and relaxing as he clung tightly to Bao Tingyuan’s waist, melting into desperate, shared breaths.

Then, abruptly, Bao Tingyuan stopped, eyes dark with amusement as he stared into Wen Cishu’s.

Wen Cishu: "..."

You’re the worst!

"Like what you hear?"

Wen Cishu huffed, "Whatever, just testing you."

Bao Tingyuan kissed his lips. "If you don’t like it, then next time I’ll—"

Wen Cishu swallowed his shame. "I’m obsessed! Your moans are everything!"

Bao Tingyuan straightened the messed-up sheets. "Oh? What else do you love about me?"

Wen Cishu couldn’t help but laugh. "Love how you keep me trapped here."

Then his lips were sealed shut by one deep, claiming kiss after another.