Chapter 66
At dawn.
Wen Cishu was awakened by the heat. Among the five senses, the ears heard the movement before the eyes.
It is the sticky and moist sound made by the entanglement of tongues, so subtle that it is almost non-existent, but extremely ambiguous and charming.
He suddenly realized that it seemed to be coming from his own lips and tongue, and soon after that other perceptions became clear.
Bo Tingyuan was covering him, his right arm around his waist slightly lifting him up, and his other hand on his cheek, kissing him.
No wonder I feel hotter the more I sleep.
"Hmm..." Wen Cishu stretched his legs back and forth, opened his hazy eyes, and asked, "What time is it?"
"It's not even five yet."
Bo Tingyuan pressed his lips against his again, rubbing them back and forth, pushing the tip of his tongue in and continuing to entangle the sweet soft tongue.
The sleepy Wen Cishu thought it was time to go to work, but it was still so early.
He deliberately raised his face to avoid the hot lips, "Was it... also around this time yesterday?" The kiss left kiss marks all over his body.
Bo Tingyuan couldn't kiss his lips, so he kissed his chin, earlobes, and the small mole on the side of his neck intimately, and responded to him in a dull voice: "Hmm."
Wen Cishu's hands suddenly hugged his waist tightly and opened his eyes: "What's wrong with you at this time? Do you feel uncomfortable every day?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at his suddenly clear and concerned black eyes and kissed the corner of his eyes.
He did not answer directly. The hand that was around his waist slowly moved up to his back, then slid from his back to his left chest and gently stroked it.
Their eyes met, and the implication was clear enough.
Wen Cishu's pupils dilated, it turned out that it was because of his heart.
It seemed like it was indeed an intimate contact between being half asleep and half awake, which was more natural than when he was fully awake and did not cause his heart to beat excessively.
He narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Don't you know?" Bo Tingyuan leaned his lips against his ear and kissed him as he said, "Yesterday morning he held me tightly and wouldn't let me leave."
The voice in the morning was dull and lazy, light and slightly teasing.
"Who won't let you go?"
Wen Cishu muttered, "You lied to me again."
Bo Tingyuan paused: "Again?"
"What did you say when we talked on the phone last time? I was talking in my sleep."
Wen Cishu gritted his teeth slightly, "I asked my parents and Aunt Zhong, I have never had the habit of talking in my sleep in my life!"
As he spoke, he became angry and slapped him hard on the side of his waist.
As a result, his palms were touching the warm skin
——Bo Tingyuan was not wearing pajamas.
"hiss……"
Bo Tingyuan's reaction was exaggerated.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Cishu didn't have time to think about anything else, and quickly rubbed it with his palm, "I didn't mean to do it."
A smile appeared in Bo Tingyuan's eyes. It was an unexpectedly sweet morning.
Wen Cishu brought the topic back: "But it's wrong for you to lie to me. Do you understand?"
He rubbed it and wondered, "Do I look so gullible in your eyes?"
Bo Tingyuan kissed his slightly pouting lips and said in French: [It is you who are willing to believe me. 】
Wen Cishu was just about to retort, “Who would believe you?” But his heart seemed to be filled with sweet honey: "It's good that you know~ Uh..." His lips were sucked hard.
Before she could react, her chin, earlobes, and neck were all kissed passionately and closely by Bo Tingyuan.
Wen Cishu felt like he had fallen into a huge marshmallow and couldn't help wondering, was this how he treated him yesterday?
It's really bad to do such a thing while I'm sleeping!
When Bo Tingyuan's lips moved down along his collar, Wen Ci recalled the unfinished conversation last night. He placed his palm on the back of his neck and rubbed it hard: "You didn't tell me yesterday what the doctor said and how to treat it? Don't keep me in suspense."
Bo Tingyuan propped himself up, his green eyes covered with a layer of mist, looking both mysterious and alluring.
Wen Cishu suddenly felt shy, and even more eager to hide under the quilt than before when they were lip-syncing.
His slender fingertips poked Bo Tingyuan's extremely high nose bridge: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Bo Tingyuan's obscure gaze fell on his lips.
Wen Cishu naturally felt it, pouted his lips, slowly, slowly raised his head, took the initiative to kiss her, and asked in a soft tone: "Is this so?"
Just as he finished speaking, his body was turned over so that he was on top and Bo Tingyuan was lying down.
Bo Tingyuan's hand slid down and pinched the soft and slender waist, pulling him up and letting him sit on his waist and abdomen.
Putting his right hand on his back, he asked, "Why don't you continue?"
Wen Cishu stared at him, and after three seconds he gave in in shame.
——Or you could just fall asleep and let him come!
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan's palm passed over his shirt hem and covered his white and soft waist, squeezing it wantonly, loosening and tightening, "Don't care about me anymore?"
"No way."
Wen Cishu looked up, pulled up one corner of the quilt and placed it over his deep and ambiguous eyes.
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Wen Cishu stared at the half face in front of him.
Behind his unique eyes, Bo Tingyuan's narrow face, high nose and thin lips are still so sexy and charming.
Wen Cishu's eyes swept boldly and directly, from his face to his neck, to his broad shoulders and undulating chest...
Bo Tingyuan lying like this gave Wen Cishu the illusion that he could do whatever he wanted to him.
His breathing unconsciously quickened, and before he did anything, his heart was intoxicated.
The hand on his waist suddenly began to knead hard, and Bo Tingyuan's chest uttered a dull and doubtful sound: "Hmm? Fell asleep?"
Wen Cishu: I’m about to have a nosebleed, how can anyone sleep?
He bent his head and kissed the corner of his lips, or rather, it was the first time he touched him in a "tasting" sense, slowly following his inner desires, going deeper and deeper, unable to stop.
For the first time, his shyness and nervousness disappeared completely, and he quickly realized the ultimate enjoyment of kissing Bo Tingyuan.
However, what Bo Tingyuan had never expected was that Wen Cishu's overly passionate kiss at this moment caused his body, which had been taking medicine for many years, to have a strong reaction that was enough to resist the effects of the medicine.
Just as Wen Cishu was immersed in reading, he was pushed away. "Um?"
Danfeng's eyes were filled with confused moisture, and the corners of her tender mouth had a hint of ambiguous moisture.
——Isn’t that the case?
Bo Tingyuan pulled aside the corner of the quilt, hugged him and lay down, wrapping him with the quilt. After making sure that they were separated, he continued to kiss him, but his movements were more intense and fierce.
Wen Cishu endured it passively, and the water that he couldn't swallow in time overflowed from the corners of his lips.
He did not see the difficulty and surging desire in Bo Tingyuan's green eyes, and reacted with some shame in his heart: it turns out that Bo Tingyuan likes to take the initiative.
After more than ten minutes, Wen Cishu collapsed into a ball.
Bo Tingyuan combed his thick black hair with his fingers: "Sleep a little longer, it's not time to go to work yet."
"Yeah." Wen Cishu was indeed still asleep, and nestled comfortably in his arms, "Wait until you go to work, then carry me to my bed, okay? Yiming will definitely get mad if he can't see me."
His voice has become softer recently, sounding a little pleading.
Bo Tingyuan glanced at the screen and said, "I'll carry him over."
Wen Cishu shook his head, his hair brushing against his cheek skin, and said dazedly: "Don't let Yiming sleep here..."
Bo Tingyuan changed his mind and realized what he meant.
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When Bo Yiming woke up, he was lying on his little father's arms.
It seems that there is a suspicion of pushing the little father out.
He swam over quickly and wanted to pull the little father away, but was afraid of waking him up.
Um? Big dad didn’t take me away?
Bo Yiming raised his messy head and looked around to confirm.
Unbelievable.
He happily pressed his cheek against Little Daddy's upper arm, but could vaguely smell Big Daddy's scent.
He closed his eyes and sniffed hard to make sure it was correct.
Bo Yiming thought that this might be because the older father slept on the other side of the younger father last night.
But it doesn't matter, as long as he is here~
This morning, Bo Yiming walked with a hopping and skipping motion, full of energy.
Tomorrow's live show will not be filmed locally, but the whole family will fly to a coastal city.
Bo Yiming didn't go anywhere today, and didn't even play tennis. He was busy matching clothes and packing luggage, and also giving advice to his young father.
In the morning, Albert came to the mansion specially to inform the father and son about the arrangements of the program team.
Wen Cishu had glanced through the files sent by the program team in the group yesterday, but he didn't look at it in such detail.
After listening to it, he asked, "Are we going to travel far away for the fourth episode? Or has Father Yiming discussed this with the production team?"
He always felt that Bo Tingyuan should have been involved in some matters, but he usually neglected to ask about it.
Albert sipped the black tea in the mansion and smiled: "Boss Bo gave some suggestions, but the specific arrangements were made by the program team."
Wen Cishu nodded and looked at the little monkey running in from outside, thinking that it was really nice for the family of three to go on vacation through the live broadcast of the program crew.
“How do you arrange the flight?”
Albert said, "You and Mr. Bo will be on one plane, and the young master will be on his own. I will accompany you. If Uncle Xu is willing..."
Uncle Xu just came in and frowned and asked, "Why didn't you count me?"
Albert turned his head and explained quickly: "That's not it."
Wen Cishu smiled and said, "Aunt Zhong is going too, let's all go together. Also, since we are not at home, we will give everyone two extra days off. Uncle Xu, please make arrangements in advance."
"Okay, that's great." Uncle Xu smiled and went to make arrangements.
When Bo Yiming came over, he met Uncle Xu and learned about this. He ran in and asked, "Little Dad, I want to fly with you."
He looked at Albert with a puzzled look on his face, and said in a surprised tone: "Uncle, my great father doesn't dare to take a plane by himself? Doesn't he have to take a plane when he goes on business trips occasionally?"
Albert patiently said, "Young Master, look, when you went abroad before, didn't you also take a separate plane from Mr. Bo? This is for safety reasons."
Bo Yiming: "I know we should separate."
As the only heir of the Bo family, he naturally knew the reasons behind this.
Some of his classmates, including some who went on vacation, flew separately from their parents, and were either accompanied by their aunt or their grandparents.
He emphasized: "What I said is that I am with the little daddy and separate from the big daddy."
"This..." Albert looked at Mr. Wen.
Wen Cishu picked up the cup of jasmine tea and said slowly, "Maybe I should trouble Albert to talk to Mr. Bo?"
Albert: …Why did he agree to take on this “part-time job” with President Bo?
Oh, it's for money.
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