Chapter 24
There was only one wall lamp on in Bo Tingyuan's room.
At the desk, he took off his frameless glasses, pinched his eyebrows habitually, and lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the drawer below.
The dim light was behind him, and under his slender and three-dimensional brows, a pair of green eyes were as dim as a deep pool of water.
Half a minute later, Bo Tingyuan still chose to open the drawer.
With the slight sound of rollers under the drawer, a small pale prescription box appeared in the heavy shadows.
I brought it back the day before yesterday and haven’t touched it yet.
Bo Tingyuan opened the box and found a handwritten card in addition to a bottle of medicine.
On the card, there were Dr. Xu's handwritten instructions in English.
[Mr. Bo, I think we have discussed the side effects of inhibitory drugs very clearly during our first consultation. I believe that as a long-term medication user, you must have a more mature understanding of this. Once again, I hope you can use the medication with caution. (I wish you all the best)]
Dr. Xu's original intention of saying this was to remind Bo Tingyuan, but she didn't expect that it would immediately put him back to last Saturday night.
He was off screen, out of reach.
And this special situation will occur again tomorrow night.
In an instant, the card was stuffed back into the box.
Bo Tingyuan opened the medicine bottle in a smooth motion, took out a pill, and swallowed it with a glass of water on the table.
The figure in the dim light quickly took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, then walked towards the bathroom while unbuttoning his black shirt.
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Ten minutes later, the screen was pushed open, making a slight noise.
Wen Cishu leaned on the pillow pretending to be calm, turned sideways, and was about to speak when he saw Bo Tingyuan walking towards him in his pajamas. He was slightly stunned.
The black and gold long robe wrapped around his sculpted body made him look like a monk from medieval Europe.
Although her expression is dull and even cold, it is filled with indescribable sexiness.
When Bo Tingyuan walked to the bed and picked up the fairy tale book, Wen Cishu couldn't help but pinch the edge of the quilt. For a moment, he was so restrained that he didn't know how to speak.
Bo Tingyuan sat on the bedside, raised his hand and brushed his cheek, his thumb brushed across his brow, and asked softly, "Are you sleepy already?"
Wen Cishu felt the warmth of his fingertips, probably because he had just finished taking a shower.
He shook his head slightly, and his hair brushed against the silk pillow, making a soft rustling sound.
Wen Cishu felt the heat from his body as he approached, and asked about the little monkey in an awkward manner. "Did you reach any agreement with Yiming? Did you agree to go horseback riding with him?"
"No."
Bo Tingyuan pulled up the quilt that his son had covered him with and leaned back on the pillow. "My mother said she missed him and would call him in the evening."
"oh……"
The warm dictionary makes it clear.
Bo Tingyuan: "Yiming said that he wants to visit France in a while."
Wen Cishu: Could it be that this child is going to boarding school to "fall into a trap"?
"Grandma Yiming, do you really want him to study in France?"
"She doesn't know about it yet. I didn't mention it."
Bo Tingyuan reached out and took the fairy tale book, opening it slowly.
Wen Cishu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and subconsciously paid attention to his every move.
Bo Tingyuan turned the pages of the book with his right hand and held the book with his left hand.
On the slender ring finger, the wedding ring exudes a low-key and soft light.
Very different from Wen Cishu's ring, Bo Tingyuan's ring bears traces of the past ten years.
In particular, the two circles on the ring are made of different materials. Compared with the hard platinum, the gold circle is softer.
No matter how careful the ring owner is, it will inevitably get tiny scratches if worn every day.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the man who seemed to be distracted: "Where did Yiming tell you? Do you remember?"
Wen Cishu followed his low voice and instinctively lay on his side to look at him, but was held back by his palm.
"Lie flat on your back."
"oh."
Wen Cishu put his hand on the edge of the quilt, raised a stick to poke the fairy tale book, and looked up at his green eyes filled with tenderness.
"Yesterday I just finished the chapter about the Moon Goddess granting the unicorn spiritual power. In the next chapter, the unicorn will use the spiritual power to find and save its friends. There is a table of contents."
This fairy tale book was given to Wen Cishu by his mother, and she was the Chinese translator.
Bo Tingyuan flipped to that page according to the table of contents and began to read the story in French.
[The foggy forest is more... than the little unicorn imagined]
His voice, which was usually a little cold, was now low and soft.
In his unique tone, the syllables seemed to have some special rhythm, like white foam on the edge of the waves, gently flowing into Wen Cishu's ears layer by layer.
"Wait a moment." Wen Cishu hurriedly stopped him.
Why did this person suddenly start directly?
He is not ready yet!
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan looked at him and suddenly moved upwards, raised his hand and naturally held him to the side, "Is this section wrong?"
"No." Wen Cishu's long legs under the quilt moved quietly again, close to his long legs, and when his fingers brushed away the hair on the side of his face, she winked at him, "Okay, let's start."
Bo Tingyuan seemed not to hear it. He lowered his eyes and looked at his gentle and touching appearance. Half a minute later, he started reading the story again.
Wen Cishu sniffed the familiar scent of agarwood, his eyes half closed.
The passionate voice of the little monkey makes Wen Cishu feel that he has transformed into the little unicorn in the story, and when faced with adventures and dangers, he is startled and fully engaged.
Bo Tingyuan's narrative style is full of deception, which makes people think that he is the creator of the story. He even vaguely conveys the creator's love and care for the cute unicorn, which makes the listeners feel warmth and hope.
French itself is extremely romantic, and it is even more charming when read by Bo Tingyuan.
Wen Cishu's slightly raised mouth corners were pressed back down again.
——We should really bring the little monkey over here and let him listen carefully to Big Daddy’s French fairy tales!
For more than ten minutes, the only sounds in the room were Bo Tingyuan's voice and the slight sound of turning pages.
Wen Cishu listened with his eyes closed, but he felt a little restless in his heart.
Forget sleeping. He was now as restless as a pool of water stirred by a tornado.
Because there was a finger on the side of his face.
Following the adventures of the unicorn in the fairy tale, they kept caressing each other back and forth.
From the chin to the cheeks to the earlobes, and even pinch the soft and plump earlobes with two fingers and rub them gently repeatedly.
Wen Cishu suddenly opened his eyes and thought agitatedly:
I want you to tell me stories to put me to sleep, not to make me lose sleep, okay?
Bo Tingyuan put down the book and turned to look at him: "Hmm?"
Wen Cishu felt the warmth getting closer and closer, and he curved his delicate phoenix eyes and said softly, "I was reading a book of French poetry a few days ago, and some of the grammar was beyond my range. It just so happens that you are here, why don't you read it to me and I will learn from it."
Bo Tingyuan pulled up his quilt and discussed, "It's a bit late today, why not wait until the day after tomorrow?"
Wen Cishu quickly stretched out his finger, and poked Bo Tingyuan's index finger on the edge of the quilt with his white and rosy fingertips, and muttered pleadingly: "It seems that it is not even nine o'clock yet."
From this angle, Bo Tingyuan's dark green eyes have a sense of solemnity and seem extremely unconvincing.
Wen Cishu's dark eyes moved, and he looked away, but he hooked his finger on his slender index finger, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Can I read it today? Daddy~"
He was both expectant and nervous, and couldn't help feeling anxious and holding his breath.
Bo Tingyuan looked at his lowered eyes. His long and thick eyelashes were intertwined together, like small hooks, tickling his heart again and again.
There was a moving light flashing in those dark eyes, which made him unable to reject her coldly.
Half a minute later, he opened his mouth and said, "Where is the book? I'll get it."
Wen Cishu suppressed his joy and stood up slightly: "On the bookshelf, Rene Char's poetry collection."
"Lie down and don't move." Bo Tingyuan said this without turning back, following the rising voice.
"Oh." Wen Cishu lay back obediently. When he thought that in a few minutes, Bo Tingyuan would use this sexy voice to recite Rene Char's poems, the lights in his eyes became bright stars.
However, when Bo Tingyuan got the book and walked back, he immediately remained calm.
Bo Tingyuan leaned back and opened the page with the bookmark: "This one?"
"Um."
A strong sense of anticipation filled Wen Cishu's heart like soft cream. Before he tasted anything, he already felt as sweet as if he was in the clouds.
This time he took the initiative and said, "I'm ready, let's start."
【Je n'entrerai pas dans votre coeur……】①
Wen Cishu was very sure that his ears were slowly becoming hot under the deep and sexy tone of Bo Tingyuan's voice.
It was even better than the direct kneading just now, it was like Bo Tingyuan breathing into his ear.
Feeling inexplicably unbearable, Wen Cishu pulled the quilt tightly.
The quilt was pulled up little by little until it covered his head.
What embarrassed him was that at this moment, he felt hot all over and wanted to scream very much.
When the poem reached the line "before the night is gone without a trace", Bo Tingyuan's voice suddenly stopped.
The air suddenly became gentle and quiet.
Wen Cishu thought to himself: Could it be that he thought I was asleep?
Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly hugged by a pair of strong arms, and his whole body and the quilt were lifted up to his waist.
"Hmm?" Faced with the sudden action, Wen Cishu's arm unconsciously climbed onto his shoulders.
Bo Tingyuan leaned his back against the head of the bed, slowly bent his long legs, and pushed the person forward.
His fingers rested on the side of his face, and his thumb brushed across the hair at the corner of his lips: "Does your waist still hurt?"
At this moment, Wen Cishu was sitting on his waist with his knees apart, his pupils slightly dilated.
Although I was rubbing my waist like this just now on the sofa, but...
“…Much better.”
Wen Cishu exerted a little force on his knees, trying to prop himself up a little.
"Well, I'll continue reading."
Bo Tingyuan turned his green eyes to the poetry collection, and his right palm slid along his shoulder to his waist, kneading it slowly.
Wen Cishu's waist softened as he was rubbed by him, and he sat down again just as he had stood up. Seeing that his voice didn't change much, he didn't dare to think too much about it.
But Bo Tingyuan's voice was getting closer and closer, and before he knew it, the left hand holding the book had completely embraced him, and his lips were already next to his ear.
Wen Cishu's face was as red as cherry blossoms, so he simply leaned on his shoulder and hid his hot face in shame.
The pajamas were countless times thinner and softer than the clothes she had just worn, and Bo Tingyuan's palms were no different from being directly pressed against her soft waist.
As he recited the poem, his nose gently rubbed against Wen Cishu's temple.
Soft and smooth skin with a sweet fragrance.
Wen Cishu felt dry mouth and his breath became heavier.
At this time, Bo Tingyuan's lips were completely pressed against his ears, and he slowly recited: [Je t'aime et tu vis en moi. 】②
The hot breath between the thin lips forcefully broke into Wen Cishu's ears. He closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it. It was like a weeping willow falling on his shoulders, and the black hair slid down and spread between his arms, pouring down like black moonlight.
His chest rose and fell, and his heart beat like a drum.
Hearing the accelerated heartbeat, Bo Tingyuan frowned, quickly put down the book, and gently stroked the back of his heart with his palm: "Take a deep breath."
Wen Cishu calmed his heartbeat, feeling inexplicably ashamed.
It was clearly he who asked him to read it, but he couldn't listen.
"No, I'm fine."
Bo Tingyuan kept his hand on his back, feeling the vibration of his chest until his breathing stabilized.
He held the person and lay down, tidying up the quilt: "Go to sleep."
Wen Cishu heard that he wanted to go back to his side. He pursed his dry lips and said, "Hmm." Then he slowly closed his eyes.
But the breath belonging to Bo Tingyuan was still there. He did not leave immediately, but just stared deeply at the beautiful and timeless face.
a long time,
Wen Cishu heard his low voice slowly say: [I won't leave tonight. 】
Then he felt Bo Tingyuan gently press a rosy kiss on his forehead.
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