With his eyesight restored, he finally got the status he had longed for...
Cheng Sizhou had thought about what to do if his eyes could not be restored and he became blind forever.
No one wants to be blind forever, unable to move around easily, unable to take care of themselves, and having to be a constant burden to Wen Zichuan.
But since he became blind, he has received too much love and heartache. He is afraid that once his eyes are healed, all this love and heartache will disappear.
After his aunt stopped coming, Wen Zichuan still took care of him personally.
He heard a "housework novice" watching cooking instructional videos every day, heard the sounds of frying oil and screams in the kitchen, and heard the assembly line-like sounds of washing, mopping, and ironing. He felt mixed emotions. The feeling of wanting to share the work but not being able to do anything made him feel awkward and uncomfortable.
A surge of love rose and fell in Cheng Sizhou's chest, but it was also accompanied by fear. He was afraid that he had enjoyed so many preferential treatments, but in the end he failed to get better, and that he had let down all his kindness.
That night, Wen Zichuan prepared the water and planned to give him a good bath.
After covering the wound on his forehead with a patch in advance, Cheng Sizhou was helped into the bathtub. When the warm water flowed over his body, he felt extremely comfortable.
"Don't move, I'll do it." Wen Zichuan squeezed out shampoo and rubbed it into fluffy bubbles on his wet hair.
"You were too gentle, it's itchy." Cheng Sizhou had bubbles on his hands, he thought it was fun, and blew at the bubbles.
Wen Zichuan was amused by him: "You look especially like Xiao Liang now."
Cheng Sizhou remembered that Zichuan had also bathed Xiao Liang in Mutao Town: "Tell me, you only like to bathe me."
Wen Zichuan pushed him and said, "Go to hell! I don't have the habit of serving others!"
"I have," Cheng Sizhou chuckled, "I'll serve you when I'm better."
When Wen Zichuan was washing Cheng Sizhou's body, he saw countless small scars on his body.
There were all kinds of scratches, such as those caused by knives, hits by heavy objects, and cuts by sharp angles. The sutures, small wounds, and bruises that had not yet disappeared were all over his body. He sighed unconsciously.
Cheng Sizhou noticed his gaze and slid down, letting the water cover his neck: "Don't look at me, I'm so ugly..."
"I heard that people with scar-prone constitutions are particularly sensitive. Is that true?" Wen Zichuan's voice seemed to have been soaked in the water in the bathroom, becoming soft and sticky.
"...What's sensitive?" Cheng Sizhou felt that he was very close, and his breath seemed to be flowing into his ears.
"It just feels more itchy when it itches, and more painful when it hurts. My vision, hearing, and touch are all more acute than others. Is that right?"
"Probably? I've never compared myself with anyone."
Wen Zichuan quietly sat on the edge of the bathtub, stretched out his index finger, and stroked the scars on his body bit by bit, then moved down along his chest muscles and circled around his lower abdomen.
Cheng Sizhou has been in the hospital for more than a month since he became blind, and has hardly had any intimacy with him. How could he resist such teasing?
His breath became heavier, and he pulled Wen Zichuan into the bathtub with his backhand, pressing his neck against him: "My wife wants to ask me if it is more comfortable when I do it with you."
Wen Zichuan straddled his waist and asked, "Is that it?"
In the face of desire, Cheng Sizhou no longer suppressed himself: "It depends on your ability in this area, whether it is better than your skills in teasing people."
The bathtub was small, and they had to stick close to each other to stay in it.
Wen Zichuan leaned over and accepted a scorching kiss from upside down. Cheng Sizhou couldn't see, so every time Wen Zichuan retreated a little, he would eagerly catch up.
Until they both sat up, their bodies had already overlapped and fitted together like a pair of mortise and tenon joints, in the position that was most comfortable for each other.
Although Wen Zichuan was more dominant in the past, the style became completely different after Cheng Sizhou became blind.
He took his hand and led him to her, inviting him to touch her face, neck and back, and let his hand fall naturally, passing through the sticky and slippery area where they overlapped.
Wen Zichuan rested his arms on Cheng Sizhou's shoulders, raised his neck high, and made each rise and fall seem extra long.
Immersed in darkness, Cheng Sizhou was enslaved by pleasure, feeling so comfortable that he lost consciousness. The last remaining thought was that he was worried that the bathtub was too hard and that Wen Zichuan might hurt his knee.
"My dear, you've been working hard lately," he buried his head in Wen Zichuan's chest, "I'll carry you back to the room and give you a massage, okay?"
The light in the bathroom was dim, and the steam gave it a sticky and ambiguous air.
Wen Zichuan's cheeks flushed, and he smiled softly with his eyes closed. The water droplets on the ends of his hair swayed and fell on Cheng Sizhou's face.
"You're not even wearing any clothes, is this a proper massage?"
"Blind massage, it's a serious one."
Halfway through the night, after the two cleaned up, they both lay down in bed.
When passing by the trash can, Wen Zichuan glanced at it and blushed again, muttering: "How long have you been saving it? You used so much."
Cheng Sizhou hugged him and acted like a rogue: "If you don't remember, then I don't remember either. Anyway, I haven't touched anyone else except you."
Wen Zichuan snorted: "Who knows."
Satiety and fatigue brought on sleepiness. They lay side by side, fingers intertwined, enjoying the long-lost tranquility and peace of mind.
Although they don't know when Cheng Sizhou will be able to regain his sight, as long as they don't let go of each other's hands, they are confident that they will face any difficulties together.
Since the beginning of the year, Wen Zichuan has taken the initiative to reduce his workload, but he has not completely quit his job.
Su Zhuo understood his situation. Some projects required face-to-face communication, so he first went to talk with Xie Bing, screened out the ones suitable for Wen Zichuan, and then discussed with him whether to accept them.
If the partners asked about it, Su Zhuo would say, "Teacher Wen's family is sick and he has to take care of them." The partners would understand after hearing this. This is much more reassuring than breaking up, cheating, domestic violence, infidelity, or tax arrears and house collapse.
Recently, due to an unknown virus, the government does not encourage crowds to gather. President Wei simply waved his hand and asked all Xingyu Feiyu employees who can work from home to stay at home and not to gather in the company unless necessary.
While Cheng Sizhou was taking a nap, Wen Zichuan took a laptop and squatted in the living room to read the script sent by his partner.
Most of the long dramas nowadays are adapted from online novels. The scripts only have the first few episodes. After reading them, he went to find the original novel to read.
Unexpectedly, he was so engrossed in watching that it was dark and he didn't even bother to call Cheng Sizhou to get up.
Cheng Sizhou took an extra-long nap. In his bizarre dream, he seemed to see Shi Cheng and Wu Wen again.
From Shi Cheng's perspective, Wu Wen was a skilled doctor who cured his eyes, but this time it seemed like Wu Wen's perspective had changed. He saw Wu Wen begging bitterly in front of the ancestors, even using her blood as medicine and sacrificing her life in exchange for Shi Cheng's sight being restored.
The plot of exchanging life for eyes was too bizarre. Cheng Sizhou suddenly woke up, stretched out his arm, and accidentally touched a test report on the bedside table.
"Genetic testing?"
The report had been opened. His heart was pounding as he slowly opened it along the seam. Inside was densely packed test data printed in black and white.
This report belonged to Wen Zichuan. Cheng Sizhou thought that Pinot had congenital heart disease and Lin Hanzhen died of multiple organ failure, but the main cause was heart failure. Could it be that there was some genetic disease in Zichuan's family?
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued reading. The last paragraph was the final conclusion of this test.
"The applicant has no chromosomal abnormalities, no obvious pathogenic or suspected pathogenic mutations, and no correlation with life expectancy."
Cheng Sizhou finally let out the breath he had been holding. He ran to the living room with the report and hugged Wen Zichuan tightly.
"That's great," he rubbed Wen Zichuan's temples, "You don't have any genetic problems, so don't worry anymore."
Wen Zichuan was stunned for a moment and asked him, "Have you seen the report?"
Cheng Sizhou hummed, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to get a genetic test?"
Wen Zichuan continued to ask: "Did you...see it?"
Cheng Sizhou finally realized what was happening. He saw it! His sight was restored!
The days of blindness were like a long dream. Now that I am awake, everything has returned to its original state.
Wen Zichuan let go of him, held his face, stared at his dark pupils, looking for his own reflection in his pupils.
"I saw it! I saw it all!" Cheng Sizhou kissed him, "You are still so beautiful."
Wen Zichuan felt a lump in his throat and rushed over to hug him again. His persistence and efforts were not in vain. He said that fate would not be so cruel and would not let his lover live in darkness for the rest of his life.
"Wait for me in the living room and don't follow me!" After giving the order, he went into the bedroom alone.
Wen Zichuan pulled the curtains tight, turned off the lights in the living room, took out the night light, adjusted it to the lowest setting, and placed it in the corner.
The light in the room was between bright and dark. To him, it felt like he could see, but not quite.
He ran to the bedroom, found a dark-colored dress and put it on, then went to the living room and asked Cheng Sizhou, "What color is it?"
Cheng Sizhou answered correctly.
He ran to the bedroom again, found a light-colored piece of clothing to put on, and continued to ask.
Cheng Sizhou got the answer right again.
Wen Zichuan took out all the clothes that he would only wear to events, which were novel in style but flashy, to test them out, and Cheng Sizhou didn't even get the color of a button wrong.
"How many more questions do we have, Teacher Wen?" Cheng Sizhou patiently played "games" with him, but if he wanted to test him, couldn't he just take out his clothes? Putting them on and taking them off was too troublesome.
"That's it, just the last time." Wen Zichuan's voice came from afar, but it sounded a little strange.
Cheng Sizhou waited for a long time, and when he saw that he didn't come out, he went to the bedroom to look for him.
There was no light on in the bedroom, but the curtains were open, and a beam of moonlight poured down, shining on Wen Zichuan.
Cheng Sizhou was wondering what kind of extraordinary clothes Zichuan was changing into, but after just one look, he even forgot to breathe.
Wen Zichuan was seen wearing a black collar and a tight leather suspender on his upper body, revealing his entire waist. His lower body had more metal decorations than a thong, and the thin black straps could barely hold onto his slender hips. The leg rings shaped his soft thigh flesh and connected to the over-the-knee lace stockings below.
"Does it look good?" This was the first time he tried this style, and the only person who could give an evaluation was Cheng Sizhou.
Cheng Sizhou was stunned for ten seconds. He could never have imagined that his serious wife would take the initiative to wear sexy lingerie for him to see.
"Good...look..." How could he dare to speak in such a sexy scene? If he couldn't help drooling, it would be too perverted and too embarrassing.
"It was a gift from the brand. It's their own design. It was delivered before the New Year, but I haven't had a chance to try it out." Wen Zichuan said, taking out a pair of cat ears and putting them on his head. "Putting these on makes the whole outfit complete."
Cheng Sizhou saw him bathing in the moonlight, with an extremely pure face, but wearing extremely seductive clothes. The blood in his body began to boil, causing layers of sweat to break out on his skin.
"Wife, come here."
Wen Zichuan slowly approached him, and the bell on his collar rang crisply.
Cheng Sizhou hugged him as if he was holding a treasure, kissed his forehead solemnly, and then kissed along the center of his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose, entangled his lips and tongue with his.
"Who is more serious?" Wen Zichuan thought. Even though he was wearing such "inappropriate" clothes, Cheng Sizhou still gave him a sense of ceremony.
"Wife, I love you so much." Cheng Sizhou didn't rush to the next step. Instead, he stared at him, kissed him, touched him, and hugged him. "Can you call me too?"
"Actually... I did shout." Wen Zichuan did shout once, but at that time they had not experienced life and death ordeals, so it was more like an unintentional tease.
"Can you yell again?"
"good."
In the darkness, Cheng Sizhou's eyes were brighter than the stars. He stared at the person in his arms, waiting for a long-awaited status.
Wen Zichuan pursed his lips, and the special ending tone tickled his heart: "Hubby, I love you too."
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