Chapter 83 The Rose Raised Since Childhood

【Dear Husband】: [screenshot of Moments.jpg]

[Dear Husband]: They all saw it.

【Kiss my husband】：[wagging tail.gif]

[Kissing Husband]: Wife, my love is also passionate.

Qin Mu held his forehead, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

After finishing his work, he clung back to Qin Mu, looking at him with sparkling eyes and saying in a sickeningly sweet tone, "Wife, you're the best! Are you hungry? Eat, eat! Aunt Zhang is going to make all your favorite dishes tonight, and they're guaranteed to be delicious!"

Gu Chuyue was immersed in the love logic of "my wife picks flowers for me = my wife loves me so much = the world is so beautiful".

"Well, let's eat." Qin Mu nodded.

"Okay!" Gu Chuyue cheered immediately, pulled out the chair attentively, and served the dishes and soup.

She was humming a tuneless song throughout the whole process, and from time to time she would glance at the bottle of roses, then at Qin Mu, and then smile secretly.

The atmosphere of dinner became relaxed and sweet.

Those red roses bloomed quietly under the lamp, witnessing the complete fall and joy of a love-brained person.

The night is gentle and the lights in the villa are warm.

The faint fragrance of roses filled the air. The red roses carefully placed by Gu Chuyue glowed like velvet under the night light, and a subtle fragrance floated in the air.

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Gu Chuyue finished washing up first, wearing silk pajamas, lying on the bed with half-dry hair, seeming very content.

But if you look closely, what he was holding tightly in his arms was the casual shirt that Qin Mu was wearing today.

Gu Chuyue's face was almost completely buried in it, as if he was held in Qin Mu's arms.

Wife, it smells so good.

Smells good.

Gu Chuyue absorbed the remaining reassuring aura wantonly.

After Qin Mu dealt with the urgent work call from Lin Wu in the living room, he rubbed his eyebrows and walked back to the bedroom with a little fatigue.

As he unbuttoned his home clothes, he habitually looked towards the big bed.

Gu Chuyue was seen holding his shirt and rolling slowly on the bed, like a child who had got a favorite toy. He was completely immersed in his own world and didn't even notice him coming in.

Qin Mu paused and raised his eyebrows as he looked at this somewhat childish yet somewhat cute scene.

As if he heard a slight sound, Gu Chuyue stopped rolling and suddenly raised his head.

When he saw Qin Mu standing at the door, his eyes suddenly lit up amazingly, as if they were filled with stars.

He maintained his posture of holding his shirt and slightly messy hair, staring at Qin Mu with a mixture of anticipation, shyness and a strange excitement. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice trembling with embarrassment:

"Brother," he blinked his eyes, his tone serious and innocent, "Am I the rose you raised since childhood?"

Qin Mu: "..."

Qin Mu's hand, which was unbuttoning his shirt, stopped mid-air, and his forehead twitched slightly.

Here it comes, here it comes again.

Ever since this guy became addicted to all sorts of messy social media platforms and emotional quotes, these very embarrassing "death questions" have been popping up one after another.

The frequency is astonishingly high.

From "Brother, am I the apple of your eye?" to "Wife, will you always pick stars for me?"

There is nothing he can't ask, except what he can't imagine.

Even during breaks in school, I would receive WeChat messages from him like, "I thought of you when I was solving the problem just now, so the solution to this problem is 'I love you', right?"

Qin Mu took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm. He couldn't argue with this guy who was having intermittent love attacks.

He continued his movements, taking off his home clothes, revealing his graceful upper body. His tone was calm, even a little perfunctory: "Well, yes. It has thorns, is difficult to raise, is delicate, and is expensive."

He originally wanted to complain, but Gu Chuyue automatically filtered out all the "derogatory words".

I only heard the word "yes".

His eyes brightened, and he suddenly sat up from his knees on the bed, hugging the shirt tighter in his arms, with a blush on his face.

He pressed on, "Then...will you only water me, only expose me to the sun, and only prune me?"

There is no doubt that the real subtext is: Will you love only me?

Qin Mu picked up his pajamas, glanced at him, walked to the bed, and reached out to rub his half-dry hair, which felt soft.

"What else? What wild flowers or weeds dare to grow in my garden?"

There was a subtle hint of indulgence and overbearing possessiveness in Qin Mu's tone.

Even if it was expressed in a disdainful way.

These words hit Gu Chuyue's sweet spot precisely.

He was satisfied.

Like a bad dog that feels comfortable after its fur is stroked, it usually shows its teeth and claws, but now it makes a subtle, satisfied gurgling sound in its throat.

Gu Chuyue rubbed Qin Mu's palm with his cheek and said, "My wife is the best."

"Well, then behave yourself," Qin Mu slapped his head away, picked up his pajamas and went to the bathroom, "Hurry up and dry your hair. You have an 8am class tomorrow morning, don't stay in bed again."

Hearing the words "early eight" and "staying in bed", the dreamy and happy expression on Gu Chuyue's face instantly collapsed. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly, revealing obvious reluctance: "...I don't want to go."

"You have to go even if you don't want to." Qin Mu's voice came through the bathroom door, accompanied by the sound of rushing water. "Student Gu, obey the school rules and regulations, study hard, and make progress every day."

Gu Chuyue fell back onto the bed, holding his shirt, kicked his legs, and complained softly: "...Going to college is not good at all. I have to get up very early, and I have to be separated from you..."

He obviously wanted to gain a wife more than knowledge.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Qin Mu came out wiping his hair, and saw Gu Chuyue lying on the bed like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

The whole body is shrouded in resentment of being "forced to go to school".

Qin Mu laughed, walked over, and gently slapped him with a slightly damp towel: "Don't try that. Go to bed quickly. I'll drop you off tomorrow morning."

Hearing "I'll give it to you," Gu Chuyue's resentment instantly dissipated, and his eyes lit up again: "Really?"

"Well, so don't dawdle, lie down in your seat and go to sleep quickly." Qin Mu lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

Gu Chuyue immediately clung to him like a piece of taffy, wrapping his arms and legs around him, rubbing his head against his neck, and closing his eyes contentedly: "Good night, my wife."

Qin Mu placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, "Good night."

The bedroom lights went out, leaving only shallow breathing.

And the subtle fragrance of roses that Gu Chuyue brought back to the room.

In the darkness, Gu Chuyue seemed to have fallen asleep completely peacefully.

But after a few minutes, he suddenly emphasized in a very low and unclear voice:

"Then...my wife must always cherish this beautiful rose of mine and never let it wither..."

Qin Mu opened his eyes in the darkness, smiled silently, and folded his arms to hold the person in his arms tighter.

"Yes." He responded in a low voice, as if it was a solemn promise, "I will support you for the rest of your life."

The person in his arms seemed to have heard it, and his body completely relaxed. He came out of Qin Mu's arms, and then hugged his gardener tightly in his arms.

With his head buried in Qin Mu's neck, his breathing became even and long, and he slowly fell into sleep.

Qin Mu listened to his breathing and heartbeat, felt the warmth in his arms, and couldn't help thinking:

This rose that I have raised since childhood, although it has many thorns, is a little delicate, and takes a little time to raise, but,

It is indeed the most irreplaceable flower in this world that belongs only to him.