Bonus Chapter: Candlelight in the White Season
It was another mission outside. I returned home in the evening. It was snowing outside, and the cold snowflakes left small puddles on the ground. Pedestrians hurried by, but inside a high-rise apartment building in a certain community in Luoqi, it was bustling with activity.
Wen Su had bought the ingredients and cake early on, placed the cake in the center of the table, and made a lot of dishes and placed them next to it. Sitting at the table were Cui Yongle, Fatty, Glasses, and today's protagonist - Zhou Ziqiu.
The room was heated by underfloor heating, and the heat was released into the room through the floor. Zhou Ziqiu was wearing loose pajamas, openly showing the scar on his neck.
Yes, after he returned from the underworld, his soul returned to his physical body, but not Zhou Qinghe's body, but Zhou Ziqiu's. With the lifespan extension from the underworld, he is now a living person who can use Yin energy. Even the scar on his neck has become much smaller. Even so, it took Wen Su countless kisses before Zhou Ziqiu was willing to openly expose his neck.
Today is Zhou Ziqiu's birthday.
In the illusion, Wen Su noted down the date of Zhou Qinghe's birthday banquet, and then waited until that day in the real world, which is today.
Wen Su wiped his wet hands, took off the pink apron Zhou Ziqiu had bought, sat down at the table, and handed the longevity noodles he had just made to Zhou Ziqiu beside him: "Eat."
Both Chinese and American birthdays should be celebrated.
"Thank you," Zhou Ziqiu said softly, and began to eat in small bites.
Wen Su specially bought a very large cake with a hand-drawn picture on it that he had given to the cake shop. It was a ghost so ugly that it was unrecognizable as human. But Wen Su insisted that it was Zhou Ziqiu. When Zhou Ziqiu saw the picture on the cake after opening it, he was so angry that he kicked Wen Su. And now, the cake is covered with candles.
In fact, Wen Su originally wanted to put thousands of candles on it, but just thinking about it made him realize that this wouldn't work, so he used one candle per hundred years instead of several dozen.
Cui Yongle bought the cake with Wen Su. He disagreed with Wen Su's idea because he felt that since Zhou Ziqiu had been reborn, there should only be one stick in the cake to represent his rebirth.
As for why the fat guy and the glasses guy also objected, it was because they didn't want to eat a cake full of holes.
Zhou Ziqiu refused both.
But Cui Yongle, Glasses, and Fatty couldn't stop Wen Su's eager hands. They watched as Wen Su filled the cake with candles, which originally only had one.
"Wen-Su-!"
At the prime of his youth, forty-year-old Cui Yongle chased after Wen Su in anger, his legs behaving in a way that belied his forties.
Zhou Ziqiu watched them laughing and joking with a smile, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a wish.
When will I return? In my next life, I'll be a carefree man. I'll meet him again, with a zither, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.
After making his wish, it was time to blow out the candles. Zhou Ziqiu looked at the candles in front of him, which resembled acupuncture needles, and hesitated. He took a deep breath and blew at the candles—but they didn't go out.
There were way too many candles.
Suddenly, Wen Su leaned over and blew out the remaining candles for him, then smiled at him and brought his face close to Zhou Ziqiu's: "What wish did you make? Tell me, and I'll make it come true for you."
Just like a cat that has been taken home and knows that its owner will not get angry with it, Zhou Ziqiu, who is now being pampered, is like he has returned to the Zhou Qinghe of the past. He is full of vitality and extremely dazzling. He is still like that now. He raises his eyebrows and smiles, just like Wen Su's usual habits.
"It won't work if you say it out loud!" he said, scooping up a large chunk of cream and smearing it on Wen Su's face before quickly running away laughing.
Statistics show that thousands of cakes die each year during birthday party games.
"Little beauty!" Wen Su reached out and pulled Zhou Ziqiu into his arms from behind, mischievously smearing cream on Zhou Ziqiu's face.
"Holy crap! They're not including us!"
Since the cream fight had started, Fatty and Glasses put down their cakes and joined in. Since it was Wen Su's house, they didn't need to clean up, so they became even more unrestrained. Even Cui Yongle, who had just sat down to eat, had cake smeared on his face.
The farce continued until 10 p.m. After eating, drinking and having fun, the fat man and the man with glasses went back to the house across the street, while Cui Yongle went back upstairs. He had recently bought a house upstairs and moved in immediately.
Zhou Ziqiu lay on the sofa with a smile on his face. When he saw Wen Su walking towards him, he even rubbed the cream off his body onto the sofa, as if he didn't want to make things easy for Wen Su.
"Naughty."
Wen Su was amused by Zhou Ziqiu's actions and directly picked him up from the sofa and threw him into the bathtub in the shower room, where he had already filled it with hot water.
"I'll deal with you when I get back."
After uttering a harsh remark, Wen Su left the shower room and went back to the living room to quickly clean up the mess. However, despite his harsh words, he still couldn't bring himself to harm Zhou Ziqiu.
After several months of recuperation, Zhou Ziqiu was still very thin, and it was unclear where all the weight had gone.
The shower room connects the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. After taking a shower, Zhou Ziqiu, wrapped in a bathrobe, hesitated for only a second before entering the master bedroom, where he was enveloped by the aroma of incense.
One of the things he was most satisfied with after his resurrection was that he could still smell the incense on Wen Su's body. Wen Su also had the same headache, as there was always a little mouse sneaking into his room. He couldn't eat it, and he couldn't kill it, so he could only prepare another pillow for that little mouse.
Zhou Ziqiu slipped into Wen Su's bed with practiced ease and yawned, but he wasn't actually sleepy. He just stared blankly at the cigarette box and lighter that Wen Su had placed on the bedside table.
However, after looking at it for a few seconds, he became curious about the things in Wen Su's bedside table. He used to not touch Wen Su's things, but everyone has curiosity. Moreover, Wen Su had promised him that he had no secrets from him, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to look through them now, right?
Just to be on the safe side, Zhou Ziqiu got out of bed and pushed the bedroom door open a crack. After confirming that Wen Su was washing dishes, he quietly closed the door, squatted in front of the bedside table, and pulled open the top shelf. A ton of yellow talismans burst out and spilled all over the floor.
"..."
Zhou Ziqiu didn't understand why Wen Su would hoard so many talismans at home and keep them in his bedside table.
He turned over the second layer and saw a bright red powder, a pile of cinnabar.
Is Wen Su trying to catch a ghost in the house?! There's no ghost in the house, are you trying to catch me?!
Zhou Ziqiu closed the second drawer and looked down at the bottom drawer. If there were still talismans or cinnabar in there, he would have to have a serious talk with Wen Su.
Unfortunately, it contained neither glutinous rice nor chicken blood; the empty drawer contained only a small box and a bottle.
He had never seen this before and couldn't help but feel curious. He stared intently at the words on the bottle and softly read aloud, "Lubricating...oil...?"
Why would you buy lubricating oil for no reason?
Is anything in your house broken?
Zhou Ziqiu couldn't understand it, so he reached for the box next to the bottle and read aloud, "Contraception...!"
As if electrocuted, Zhou Ziqiu quickly threw the box back into the drawer, slammed the drawer shut, and blushed as he crawled into bed, cursing, "...pervert."
When Wen Su finished tidying up the living room and returned to the bedroom, he saw a shrimp that was almost boiled until it was bright red. He couldn't help but laugh and ask, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Ziqiu, with his back to him, quickly shook his head.
He shook his head, but he still didn't put away the talisman he had taken out. Wen Su could tell at a glance what Zhou Ziqiu had just done, and sighed helplessly, "...Little ancestor."
Zhou Ziqiu didn't move, but his face turned even redder. However, the next second, Wen Su, who was pressing down on him, flipped him over and made him face Wen Su's eyes. Zhou Ziqiu involuntarily slid down again, but was pulled out by Wen Su.
"You saw it?"
Wen Su didn't say what it was, but Zhou Ziqiu understood what he was talking about and nodded with a blush.
"...You."
Wen Su sighed helplessly, pressed his forehead against Zhou Ziqiu's, and said in a hoarse voice, "So what do you think? Hmm?"
"...I don't really want to."
Zhou Ziqiu's eyes darted around. After he said those words, Wen Su grabbed his chin and pressed his dry lips against Zhou Ziqiu's lips, caressing them gently. It wasn't deep, but this kind of caressing was what made his thoughts run wild.
"Is that okay?"
Wen Su made his request.
"..." Zhou Ziqiu fell silent, his hands gripping the sheets nervously under the covers.
"May I?"
Wen Su made another request.
To be honest, Zhou Ziqiu was unwilling because of his unpleasant past experiences, but when he thought about the person on his body being Wen Su, he felt that a little pain was nothing.
"...what ever."
After spending these past few months together, Wen Su knew that Zhou Ziqiu had agreed. He chuckled softly in a hoarse voice, then reached under the covers and pulled Zhou Ziqiu close by his waist.
"Then I'll go take a shower first."
After saying that, he got up and released Zhou Ziqiu. Before leaving, he kissed Zhou Ziqiu's forehead, which made Zhou Ziqiu's heart tremble again. He cursed himself for what he had just done and how he had agreed so easily.
Wen Su finished washing quickly and came out to see Zhou Ziqiu's conflicted look on the bed. He chuckled and said, "What's wrong? I won't touch you if you don't want to."
Zhou Ziqiu's hand tightened, and his voice was low but loud enough for Wen Su to hear: "...I have no objections."
"That would be best." Wen Su pulled the man out of the blanket. The first thing he saw was the boy's slender body. His fair skin stood out against the black sheets, exuding an eroticism. "If you're going to refuse, do it quickly, or I won't listen to you later."
"..." Zhou Ziqiu shrank back, covered his eyes with his hand, and stubbornly said, "No way."
In fact, he hesitated halfway through the foreplay. Wen Su's movements were so gentle that they chased away any thoughts of pain from his mind. All he wanted now was to end this sweet torture as soon as possible.
After his fingers probed into the black hair and then gripped it tightly, Zhou Ziqiu was jolted awake by Wen Su's swallowing and spitting movements. He rubbed his legs against the sheets, and after ejaculating into Wen Su's mouth, he gasped for breath, his mind blank with the shock of being electrocuted.
"It's...it's okay..." His body was almost limp as mud, and Wen Su was arbitrarily posing him in various ways.
"Okay." Wen Su on the bed was undoubtedly a gentle lover who would satisfy all his partner's needs. He agreed, took the condom next to him, bit it open, put it on his own, and leaned slightly to insert it.
"Mmm..."
Like a cat's moan, Zhou Ziqiu quickly covered his mouth with his hand, unable to imagine what sound he had just made. But it was not his fault; the feeling down there was just too strange. It didn't hurt, but it felt very swollen.
Wen Su gently kissed the back of Zhou Ziqiu's hand and coaxed, "Say it out, it sounds very nice."
"No...don't move..."
"Ugh...this is so strange..."
In the dimly lit room with the desk lamp on, sweaty hair was disheveled on the sheets. A fair hand reached out to grab the sheets, only to be held back by a larger hand. The soft sounds mixed with the sticky wetness, and the boy's voice gradually turned into a sob, sounding like both pain and pleasure.
The boy looked up at the ceiling, the scars on his neck stretched open by the movement and his prominent Adam's apple were kissed by the person on top of him, his eyes were full of daze, tears rolled down and were kissed away.
......
"Tell me, did you... with someone else?"
Afterwards, Zhou Ziqiu leaned on Wen Su's arm and asked, recalling the time in Thailand before, Wen Su was so skilled that he must have done this kind of thing with others before!
"No, I even gave you my first kiss."
Wen Su gently pinched Zhou Ziqiu's nose and pulled him into his arms.
Zhou Ziqiu didn't believe Wen Su's words at all, and reached out to draw circles on Wen Su's Adam's apple: "I don't believe it, you are very experienced."
Wen Su immediately grabbed Zhou Ziqiu's hand, his voice, which had just recovered, becoming hoarse again: "Don't move, if you don't want to do it again."
"..." Zhou Ziqiu obediently stopped. He was exhausted after just this one time. Another time? Forget it.
"I've never had sex with anyone else; I learned it all in bars abroad."
Zhou Ziqiu squinted, deciding to pretend it didn't happen, snuggled closer to Wen Su, and closed his eyes to sleep.
The next day, Zhou Ziqiu lay in bed and refused to move, complaining of feeling unwell. Wen Su checked him over and over again and found nothing wrong except for a little swelling. He immediately realized that Zhou Ziqiu was just staying in bed.
"Not getting up? Not going to the store today?"
It's fine if he wants to stay in bed; he can just go to the store alone today.
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Ziqiu got out of bed and followed Wen Su to the shop.
Today, a customer came to the store. It was like a scene from the past overlapping with the present. It was Liu Mei holding Yangyang.
"Why are you here?" Zhou Ziqiu smiled and waved to Yangyang. Children grow quickly; he had grown a lot in just a few months and looked a little chubby, fair-skinned and adorable.
"This child said he dreamed about his maternal grandfather," Liu Mei greeted Zhou Ziqiu with a smile.
"Oh? What did Yangyang dream about?" Zhou Ziqiu liked children very much, so he asked Wen Su to bring some food from the second floor for Yangyang.
"I dreamt that my grandpa took me to school!" Yangyang said happily. "He told me to study hard!"
"Really? Has Yangyang been studying hard?" Zhou Ziqiu asked.
Yangyang nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
"Great!"
Zhou Ziqiu smiled even more happily, took the food from Wen Su's hand and stuffed it into Yangyang's hand.
After seeing Liu Mei and Yangyang off, Zhou Ziqiu looked at their departing figures and sighed, "I guess that old man must have entered the cycle of reincarnation to say goodbye. That's good, everyone has their own destiny."
Wen Su wasn't interested in that, and gave a perfunctory reply. He felt a little jealous when he thought about how happily Zhou Ziqiu had smiled at that child earlier. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Why don't you have a child?"
"?" Zhou Ziqiu rolled his eyes at Wen Su: "Go give birth yourself."
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