Chapter 151 You You’s Surprise Attack

Chapter 151: You You's Surprise Attack

He stood upright, gazing down at his legs in disbelief. Not only had he walked ten more steps than yesterday, but more importantly, he no longer felt the familiar soreness, swelling, or the bone-deep itching that had previously plagued him during rehabilitation.

Qin Kun approached, crouched down, and rolled up Su Siwen’s pant leg. His fingertips gently massaged Su Siwen’s calf, moving slowly upward until they reached the knee.

“Does it hurt?” Qin Kun asked.

Su Siwen shook his head, his eyes glistening with tears. He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he last walked like a healthy person—free from the pain of his leg affliction, with a normal gait.

“Kun Kun, am I almost better?” Su Siwen whispered.

Qin Kun stood up and pulled him into a tight embrace, his hand rhythmically stroking Su Siwen’s slender back.

“Yes, after the final surgery, you’ll definitely recover completely.”

The results of the pre-bed training session were unexpectedly good, leaving both of them in high spirits.

“You You is truly our lucky star,” Qin Kun remarked, leaning against the headboard with his arm draped over Su Siwen’s shoulder.

Both he and Siwen had lost their parents at an age when they were old enough to understand. They had navigated their grief and continued living, carrying their parents’ hopes with them.

When Su Siwen was in kindergarten, he was the child who earned the most little red flowers. He led the calisthenics from the front and had always been first in everything since he was young.

Deep down, he was stubborn. Once, a relative offered to adopt him as their son, promising to treat him as their own, on the sole condition that he change his name.

After arranging his parents' funeral with the help of Grandma Yang’s family, Su Siwen stood under the eaves during the cold, damp plum rain season, his hair soaked, still wearing mourning clothes.

“Impossible. In this lifetime, I will only ever be the son of Su Changcheng and Mo Qionglian.”

The young boy’s voice was cold and resolute, cutting through the fine rain as he stood tall and straight.

The relative sneered, saying he’d like to see how far a boy with no parents could go.

Su Siwen threw himself into his studies more fiercely than ever, frantically proving to everyone that even without his parents, he could thrive.

When Qin Kun first met him, he called Su Siwen hardheaded and asked why he made life so difficult for himself. Wouldn’t it be better to let someone adopt and take care of him?

Su Siwen gave him a deep look and thought he was a fool.

To him, people were inherently selfish. Those vying to adopt him only wanted his family’s house and the money his parents had left behind.

During their time abroad for treatment, Qin Kun knew Su Siwen had cried many times in secret.

After the surgery, when the anesthesia wore off, the doctor explained in simple terms that Su Siwen would have to endure the process of his bones being shattered and reknitting.

No one could bear this pain for him.

Fortunately, You You came along. Whenever Su Siwen refused to eat properly, the little one would pout, his big, tearful eyes looking at Su Siwen, who would then relent and finish every last bite.

Su Siwen had grown accustomed to sleeping with You You during this time. Every night, he cuddled a soft, sweet-smelling little milk bun, unable to resist stroking his tiny belly.

Su Siwen yawned, sliding under the covers, his slender fingers resting lightly on Qin Kun’s chest.

Tsk, so firm.

But the texture was pretty good though.

He grew a bit addicted, closing his eyes and letting his fingers drift downward to Qin Kun’s abs.

The results of Qin Kun’s workouts were clearly evident—his abdominal muscles were well-defined but not overly exaggerated.

His body was warm, giving Su Siwen a sense of security.

Su Siwen turned on his side, his right arm also wrapping around Qin Kun. From Qin Kun’s perspective, it looked as though Su Siwen was embracing him intimately.

Qin Kun stiffened, then wrapped his arm around Su Siwen, easily encircling him.

The two were very close, and Su Siwen, pressed against Qin Kun’s warm body, suddenly smiled as he sensed a certain reaction.

“You’ve had it rough,” he murmured, his voice muffled against Qin Kun’s chest.

Qin Kun’s mind was filled with flustered, heated thoughts and didn’t catch what was said. “What did you say?”

Su Siwen chuckled. “Nothing. It’s time to sleep.”

Qin Kun’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he replied, “Okay,” before sliding under the covers as well.

In the darkness, his senses were consumed by Su Siwen’s wandering fingers. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed Su Siwen’s hand.

Su Siwen was in a particularly good mood tonight. With his hand caught, he swung his leg over Qin Kun’s body.

Qin Kun’s throat went dry. He uttered Su Siwen’s name in a low, warning tone: “Siwen.”

Then, his tall frame enveloped Su Siwen. Qin Kun leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against Su Siwen’s.

Qin Kun’s lips were dry and hot, the touch gentle.

Su Siwen cupped Qin Kun’s face with both hands, parting his lips slightly to return the kiss.

Qin Kun’s heart pounded wildly, feeling as if it might burst.

A hint of smugness touched Su Siwen’s lips as he poked Qin Kun. “I’m in a good mood today. I’ll let you kiss me. How about it?”

In the darkness, the man mere inches away, his gaze intensified. He pulled Su Siwen closer, gripping his shoulders.

“No.”

Su Siwen laughed softly, burying his face. “Really, just a kiss.”

Qin Kun, thinking of something, felt his face grow warm. “Really, no.”

Su Siwen leaned against his chest and laughed heartily.

“...” Qin Kun felt underestimated.

He pinched Su Siwen lightly, then let his hand slide down Su Siwen’s back to rest on his waist.

Su Siwen let out a soft gasp. Qin Kun’s dry, calloused palm felt like it carried sparks, setting a fire with every stroke.

The temperature under the covers suddenly rose, and Qin Kun's forehead broke out in a sweat, yet he still didn’t let go, his hand already wandering to the softest part of Su Siwen.

Before tonight, the two of them had been filled with various emotions every day, and their most intimate moments were just kissing and hugging.

It had been a long time since they had been intimate. Both were full of youthful vigor, and now they really couldn’t hold back.

Su Siwen tilted his face up to kiss him, and Qin Kun responded with a series of tender, lingering kisses.

Moving from forehead, cheeks, chest—starting shallow and going deeper, the intensity increasing from light to heavy.

The small nightlight by the bed had somehow been turned on, and clothes lay scattered around the bed.

Qin Kun’s arm tightly wrapped around Su Siwen’s waist, skin pressed against skin—there was no moment more satisfying than this.

Their clothes had long been stripped off during their earlier rolling about. Qin Kun braced his hands on either side of Su Siwen, leaning down to position himself for what came next.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside, stopping at their door five seconds later.

Su Siwen’s breathing was a bit unsteady: “Sounds like You You.”

Qin Kun looked into Su Siwen’s eyes and said in a low voice, “It’s fine, I locked the door.”

Su Siwen’s face flushed, and his hands gripped Qin Kun's arms.

“Daddy~ open the door~” a clear, milky voice called out.

The little one rose up on his tiptoes, hands raised high, and began vigorously shaking the doorknob.

It didn’t open—Daddy had already locked it.

Whoever he took after, little Su Youli was not one to admit defeat.

The little one worked quickly, making the doorknob rattle loudly, all while calling out for Daddy.

Thanks to the little one's persistence, the door actually swung open.

Little Su Youli, wearing a one-piece pajama set and small slippers, his head topped with fluffy curls, panted heavily, gripping the doorknob with a bright smile.

“Daddy, You You is here.”

Qin Kun and Su Siwen, who had just scrambled into their clothes a second ago: “......”

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You You: I’ve got strength and cleverness to spare!