Chapter 31 Little Mouth Eagerly Waiting

Chapter 31 Little Mouth Open and Waiting

He was both fiery with desire and dripping wet.

Unfortunately, the stingy jerk stubbornly guarded everything below his waist again, with the excuse that "Baby is swollen."

So what if it's swollen? A hot compress can reduce the swelling—that was Shi Zai's retort. He thought it made perfect sense, especially since Shu Yangkuo was burningly hot, particularly during the final climax—truly "a great item for hot compresses." But right after saying this, Shi Zai got his bottom spanked.

After a very light slap, Shi Zai finally settled down. It seemed the swelling was quite severe; even a slap on the butt cheeks affected the little mouth below.

If they couldn't do it, then they could at least talk. Every night, Shi Zai would lie in the man's arms, still craving more, but the fussbudget wouldn't even let him speak. Shi Zai immediately got upset, tugging and pinching at him randomly, glaring with anger:

"If I don't talk to you, *who else can I talk to*?"

"..."

Shu Yangkuo was about to say, "You don't have to speak," but swallowed those words. Instead, he grabbed the mischievous little hands wreaking havoc on his chest and humored Shi Zai, telling him to say whatever he wanted. He could always let it go in one ear and out the other.

By the fourth night, Shi Zai was still smiling and continuing, recounting the experience for the fourth time. As he rambled on:

"Bro, are you even listening to me?"

"...I'm listening."

"Oh, then why are you sneaking kisses?"

"...I didn't."

As he said this, Shu Yangkuo lifted the chin of the person in his arms and kissed him.

After the kiss ended, Shi Zai caught his breath and said:

"I was talking about Little Dragon."

"..."

Hearing this, Shu Yangkuo silently placed a pillow between them.

Shi Zai chuckled softly. Every night, he kept getting sneakily kissed, and this stinky man still claimed it didn't bother him. He called it "Little Dragon" because Shu Yangkuo wouldn't let him say "big loach," probably thinking it wasn't imposing enough. So Shi Zai came up with this name based on Shu Yangkuo's past life.

Actually, "big loach" was more fitting—this country boy probably had never seen a big loach with a long body and thick size.

Wanting to catch the loach, Shi Zai buried his head and nuzzled against him:

"Bro, it's uncomfortable... I don't want your hand."

"..."

"I'm lonely, I'm empty, I'm cold—I want to heat up. Let's get busy!"

After a few seconds of silence, Shu Yangkuo hesitated. Back in the palace, he had heard about the old imperial physician's skill in concocting aphrodisiacs. The whisperer was none other than Yang Yun, who would wander around aimlessly and then come back gossiping... He wondered if such medicines still existed for enhancement nowadays.

Hesitantly, he finished speaking, his heart in his throat, afraid the person in his arms would get angry. But Shi Zai just blinked:

"Where is the old imperial physician buried? Let's dig him up?"

"..."

At a loss for words, Shu Yangkuo turned his head and gave a silent laugh, patting the back of the person in his arms:

"Go to sleep."

"I'm serious! Did Yun Bao turn the old imperial physician into a little figurine? Go check the museum tomorrow—see if there's any among that batch of relics..."

"Sleep."

Shi Zai snorted but soon broke into a smile:

"Just kidding, bro. We won't dig him up. Having the two of you is enough, heh."

"Good, I love you."

"Heh, if you want to ask, go check at a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Remember to say it's your issue, ha. And ask if there's any medicine to make you a bit smaller... Oh, never mind, can't let bro suffer."

Gazing into the shining eyes of the person in his arms under the moonlight, Shu Yangkuo didn't know whether to laugh or feel moved.

Tonight, the chatter was especially endless. Shi Zai could barely stay still:

"Haha, just kidding! I like it big. When it goes deepest, there's this one spot that gets all tingly and electric..."

As he spoke, Shi Zai lifted himself up, half-raising his upper body, resting his chin on his hands, and told Shu Yangkuo about a new sensation he'd never mentioned before—something he'd just remembered. Every time his stomach bulged, somewhere inside would feel unbelievably good, as if it were making his head spin.

It felt like there was a second mouth inside.

After finishing, Shi Zai wiped his drool. The more he talked, the more uncomfortable he became, until he couldn't hold back:

"Bro, take a look. I don't think it's swollen at all anymore."

"It is."

"You didn't even look! It wasn't swollen by the second night. If you really care about me, hurry up!"

He could've held on a little longer, but after describing that new sensation, Shi Zai instantly became soaked and couldn't bear it at all. Besides, why should he hold back? He wasn't some stuffy old fossil like Shu Yangkuo.

Feeling a pair of large hands starting to move, Shi Zai quickly helped out. He twisted his face to ask the person "checking" him:

"Bro, See? I told you it's not swollen, right?"

"...Still a bit red."

"How could the mouth not be red?! Bro—come on, come on, I'm waiting to be fed!"

"..."

From Shu Yangkuo's perspective, it was parting and closing, desperately hungry. He pressed that swollen spot, truly helpless against the person in his arms.

Full of nonsense, yet full of alluring tricks.

He also regretted running his mouth—this stinky man was really something, bringing him to climax three or four times in one go.

Good thing it wasn't real steel, or it would have worn down to a nub.

A night of pleasure left Shi Zai waking up happily the next morning. Not only was he full, but today also marked the start of a wonderful new job.

Voicing the baby artifacts—originally, Shu Yangkuo had told him it would be Monday and Tuesday, but the museum had some last-minute adjustments to make, so recording started today. The documentary is titled "Home of the Artifact Babies," telling the stories and different historical positions of artifacts through time.

The old days have already faded, with no traces of the past left in the wind and rain, but people use new forms and stories to record their history.

Actually, the same goes for people.

The name was suggested by Shi Zai and Shu Yangkuo. Publicity Director Sun had everyone vote, and ultimately, "The Home of Cultural Relic Babies" won the vote among many options. Everyone agreed it perfectly captured the meaning behind all the artifacts.

There were two people recording: one was the museum's original host, responsible for introducing topics and narrating the stories, while Shi Zai handled the voice-over work for each artifact's story. Sometimes it was a monologue from the relic, like "I'm a bronze artifact baby, from 2,000 years ago...", and other times it involved interacting with characters tied to the artifact, such as "Grandma, I feel like I’ve seen this jade pendant somewhere before...". Shi Zai could voice multiple roles, whether it was a child, a teenager, or even middle-aged and elderly characters—he nailed every one.

They recorded two segments in the morning. After finishing, Shi Zai got swarmed by staff praising him. Some asked him to call them "sister," others requested he refer to himself as a "baby" and say a line, and some even asked him to imitate an uncle's voice. It was the first time Shi Zai had been surrounded like this, and though he felt a bit shy, he did everything they asked.

Shu Yangkuo stood behind him the whole time, occasionally passing him water.

Pretty sure the contract doesn’t cover "performing after the recording was over," does it?

Shi Zai had been so immersed in his voice acting and had spoken so much that his voice was getting raspy.

After fulfilling each request, a coworker from another team who had come to watch suddenly exclaimed, "You two!" Another person laughed and added, "I just noticed the matching bands on your hands." At that point, Director Sun raised an eyebrow:

"On Monday, Yang Kuo handed out celebratory candy to everyone one by one—specifically using the hand wearing the ring. Didn’t you two see?"

"Oh, I was taking my kid to get a shot, so I missed it, hahaha."

"I was sick with a fever, so I missed it too. Hmm, no wonder Yang Kuo has been so quick with the water."

"Hahahaha..."

Everyone cracked up.

Shu Yangkuo played it cool, acting as if they weren’t talking about him and continued doing what he was doing.

What celebratory candy? It was just the cream candies Xiao Zai had asked him to bring.

Shi Zai lifted his face and glanced at the man intently blowing on his tea. He felt embarrassed but happy. He hadn’t expected Shu Yangkuo to be so thoughtful—he actually knew to give everyone celebratory candy. Heh, probably just regular candy, but it still counted as celebratory candy.

After all, they had just put rings on each other’s fingers last Sunday.

As the crowd was about to disperse for lunch, Shi Zai was pulled aside by Shu Yangkuo:

"Xiao Zai, give me fifty bucks. I’m out of cash."

"...Okay, here’s three hundred."

"No need."

Those who hadn’t left yet overheard the conversation, and immediately someone teased, "I knew it was Shi Zai supporting the family! Yang Kuo, you’re really lucky." Another added, "Of course! Our Shi Zai is a jack-of-all-trades—he’s even great at selling sesame cakes."

The last to leave were Shi Zai and Shu Yangkuo. By now, there was no way Shi Zai didn’t understand what was going on. Looking at the tall man’s smug expression, he couldn’t help but laugh. What a goof! But he was genuinely happy. With Shu Yangkuo, he always felt like he was a step above.

In truth, he was just throwing out a lure.

But he was also happy to be the jade in his palm—not underestimating himself. They were both working hard to make their family better.

Three restaurants had ordered sesame cakes for the evening. Shi Zai finished making them in the afternoon and delivered them to each one. On his way back, he took a taxi directly to the Pottery Studio. Lately, whenever he had time, he would pick up Yang Yun and bring him home. For Shi Zai, picking up his younger brother was also a kind of happiness. Life right now was so beautiful, perfectly matching his expectations of freedom and abundant love. His work was flexible and profitable, and he could often see his brother and younger brother. How wonderful.

On the way, they each shared something they had learned that afternoon. Yang Yun would be going on a six-day art field trip with his class, leaving Sunday morning and returning Friday evening. The studio had asked him to discuss it with the adults at home tonight and confirm the list tomorrow.

Shi Zai had received a call from Tan Xun in the afternoon about a new script—a story about the same length as the last one. If he agreed, he was to pick up the script first thing tomorrow morning. Shi Zai didn’t overthink it and agreed.

Regarding these two matters, the family held another meeting that evening.

About Yang Yun’s trip, Shu Yangkuo agreed without hesitation. Shi Zai was a bit worried and spent a long time cuddling Yang Yun, comforting him and promising to visit him once during the trip. Only then did Yang Yun decide to go. Truthfully, he had wanted to go all along—he wanted to become as capable as his older brothers soon. He just felt reluctant; Yang Yun had never been apart from family before. But growing up meant having to leave eventually, so Yang Yun decided to be strong.

As for Shi Zai’s matter, Yang Yun didn’t quite agree, reasoning that his older brother would be too tired. Shu Yangkuo completely disagreed because he needed to help an antique shop owner with a series of radio promotions, which required voice acting similar to that for the museum’s artifacts. Recording would start by the end of May at the latest.

Timing-wise, it clashed directly with Tan Xun’s new script.

In response to their objections, Shi Zai countered one by one:

"Yun Bao, I’m not tired. My total work time each day is about the same as yours. Besides, voice acting isn’t a long-term thing—this is a rare opportunity."

"But Big Brother has plenty of opportunities there."

Shi Zai turned to Shu Yangkuo and continued:

"Why not both? Voice acting for artifacts isn’t the biggest field. Audiobooks have a wider audience. With more exposure, even if I don’t work with Tan Xun later, I can always go to other companies."

"So Xiao Zai’s choice is..."

"Both!"

Unexpectedly, Shu Yangkuo shook his head and still didn’t relent:

"You won’t be able to handle it."

"I can! There’s still a good two weeks—two scripts are no problem. I can memorize them. Besides, your lines aren’t long."

"But the content is difficult and will take more time."

"Then I can handle that too. I’ll just keep practicing my reading every night."

A brief silence fell.

Even Yang Yun wasn’t smiling anymore. His face showed not only worry but also a touch of something else.

Just as Shi Zai was about to continue making his case, Shu Yangkuo paused, then spoke as if making a decision:

"It’s fine. I can fill in if needed."