Chapter 85
All day long, Bo Yiming stayed with his two fathers and did whatever he wanted.
Every footprint he left on the white beach was filled with happiness.
In the afternoon, Bo Yiming received a call, "Xingxing?!"
He just asked his little dad to help send a photo of himself surfing to Xingxing’s mom.
"Little daddy, I want to have a private conversation with little brother Xingxing."
Wen Cishu looked at his instantly bright expression and nodded with a faint smile.
Bo Tingyuan warned: "Don't go too far."
After his son walked away, he signaled the bodyguard behind him to follow.
The waves are rolling and the wind is blowing in the woods.
Bo Yiming jumped up and down: "The two dads have been playing with me today. I'm almost learning how to surf. Can I teach you later?"
Xingxing: "Brother, when will you come back?"
"Let's wait for a day." Bo Yiming was not sure, "I wish I had known you would stay here so we can play together."
"When you come back, shall we go to the farm to play?"
"Okay~" Bo Yiming agreed, and then an idea came to him, "How about this, when I get back, I'll pick you up and take you home together. You can stay overnight at my house."
He thought for a moment and said, "My two fathers will definitely agree. Your parents won't object, right?"
After all, the last time I went to the farm to spend the night alone, I had the support of the adults.
"Okay." Xingxing agreed happily, "I'll tell my parents later."
"Yeah!" Bo Yiming leaned against the coconut tree with a smile on his face, rubbing his hair with his head tilted.
——It seems that no matter what the arrangements for tomorrow are, he is looking forward to it so much.
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Wen Cishu was staring at the little monkey's jumping figure in a trance, and was half lying down in Bo Tingyuan's arms, resting his head comfortably on his legs.
He was just squinting his eyes and preparing to enjoy it when he heard him ask in a low voice.
"Still feeling bad?"
When he came out, Bo Tingyuan specially gave him a thin, soft and loose top for him to change into.
If Wen Cishu had not stopped him in time, he would have asked someone to buy the ointment.
Wen Cishu closed his eyes and did not answer.
Suddenly, a large hand came up to his waist. He quickly raised his hand to press the back of his hand and suddenly opened his eyes: "Don't!"
Although this stretch of beach belongs to the hotel and there are no other tourists, there are still bodyguards guarding not far away.
Bo Tingyuan pinched his waist with his palm, and his expression was a little mischievous: "What do you think I did?"
Wen Cishu: "..."
——Of course I’m worried that you’re going to open your clothes!
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and moved his hand to the side of his slender neck.
Wen Cishu's skin was touched gently, and he subconsciously tilted his neck slightly to meet the movement of the palm.
This action made Bo Tingyuan apply a little force with the thumb that was resting on his jawline, over and over again.
Wen Cishu keenly sensed a hint of unbearable desire, opened his eyes suddenly, and reminded softly again: "Outside."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan greeted her indifferently, his deep eyes staring at the soft lips opening and closing. He suppressed the restlessness rising in his heart and looked up into the distance.
The sea never tires of pushing white foam towards the beach.
Each time the mark left is further than the last.
Wen Cishu noticed that his round Adam's apple moved, and as if infected, he became restless.
In the increasingly hot sea breeze, the two people were clearly standing still like sculptures, but they both exuded the urge to hug and kiss.
Wen Cishu turned his face towards Bo Tingyuan's body and pressed his face against his clothes, but his hand grasped the wrist at the side of his neck and slowly pulled it down to his waist and pressed it against his own.
In an instant, the large palm rubbed the soft waist again and again through the thin clothes.
The unexpressable desire was slightly relieved when the palms touched the skin.
Wen Cishu hugged his waist and buried his face in shame.
Amid the sounds of waves washing over the beach, his whole body was enveloped by the scent of hormones belonging to Bo Tingyuan. He was rubbed so hard by him that his muscles and bones were weakened. He could only bite his lips tightly to suppress the urge to moan.
When Bo Yiming ran towards the fathers, Bo Tingyuan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, brushed his thumb across the end of his brow, and asked in a low voice: "Shall we cook for ourselves tonight?"
The deep voice was inexplicably hoarse, like the rustling of warm wind, sexy and alluring.
"Um……"
Wen Cishu dragged out his voice, immersed in some unspeakable love and unable to extricate himself, his tone was soft and sweet, "You cook, I only know how to eat."
Bo Tingyuan helped him sit up.
When Wen Cishu saw the brat running towards him, he struggled a little, but the arms around his waist tightened instead. He could only half lean on him and simply rested his chin on his shoulder.
His eyes raised up and quickly swept across Bo Tingyuan's lips, but when he looked up again, he was met with his obscure and deep eyes. He avoided them as if they were burning and turned to look at the little monkey.
"Yiming, what did you say to Xingxing?"
Bo Yiming sat down, hugged the big coconut and took a big gulp.
As he drank the cool and sweet coconut water, he couldn't help but sigh and told his two fathers about his plan to go back and meet Xingxing.
Wen Cishu's face was filled with a gentle smile.
"Then we'll go pick up Xingxing directly after the plane lands."
Bo Yiming picked up the coconut, raised it above his head and cheered: "Take the stars home!"
Wen Cishu said, "There is another good news. Your dad will cook for you tonight."
"Wow!" Bo Yiming's eyes sparkled, "Dad, I want paella!"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan turned his head and looked at the handsome face with a warm smile, "What about you? What do you want to eat?"
Wen Cishu looked into his deep green eyes, as if being sucked into a whirlpool. He forgot what to say for a moment, and only came back to his senses half a minute later: "No... nothing in particular I want to eat."
As he stood up, he said, "I'll eat whatever you prepare."
Bo Tingyuan talked to his son again and asked him to think of a few more of his favorite dishes.
As he spoke, he pulled the person who was a little further away to his side with his arm.
As the sun was setting, Bo Yiming walked in front of his two fathers, jumping around and talking about his favorite food.
The two fathers walked side by side, and when their eyes occasionally met, they were filled with attachment to each other.
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Half an hour later.
Bo Yiming was splashing in the swimming pool while his two fathers were preparing dinner for him in the kitchen.
On the shore were Uncle Xu, Aunt Zhong, and the bodyguard.
Every pair of eyes was fixed on the young master in the water, fearing that he might make a mistake.
Not long after, Uncle Xu came with a towel and said, "Young Master, is that enough? Don't swim too hard, or you'll get leg cramps easily."
With a splash, Bo Yiming raised his head and swam in circles in the water. "Grandpa Xu, I only swam two rounds."
Having said that, he continued.
Aunt Zhong said, "The child will climb up when he gets tired, don't worry, Old Xu."
Uncle Xu looked at this infinity pool and always felt that it was not as safe as the swimming pool at home.
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Western style kitchen.
Just the couple.
The main course tonight is the "paella" ordered by the kid, and the rest are some side dishes and soups.
Just now, Uncle Xu had asked the hotel chef to deliver various processed ingredients.
While Bo Tingyuan was preparing, Wen Cishu would glance at him from time to time, and his eyes would always inadvertently run to his face, or to his forearms with his sleeves rolled up.
Wen Cishu was amazed that Bo Tingyuan, who was concentrating on cooking, was unexpectedly sexy.
Bo Tingyuan turned his head to look at him: "Come here."
"Um?"
Wen Cishu thought he wanted him to taste the food, so he walked over, but he quickly kissed her on the cheek.
He felt sweet inside, but deliberately asked with a stern face: "Is this how you prepare dinner for me and Yiming? You don't put any effort into it at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Cishu noticed an unusual yet familiar look in his eyes.
He turned around quickly, but it was too late.
Bo Tingyuan's arms tightly wrapped around his narrow waist and pressed him into his arms, kissing him behind his ear. His tone was serious as he asked in a deep voice, "Is this your reward for me preparing dinner?"
If someone else heard his tone, they would probably think he was about to get angry.
Wen Cishu couldn't help laughing softly, turned around in his arms, put his arms around his waist, kissed him on the cheek, didn't dare to look into his eyes, only said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Bo. You still have to cook on vacation."
Bo Tingyuan's eyes behind his glasses revealed majesty and sharpness: "Only verbal expression?"
Wen Cishu raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want me to pay by card?"
Bo Tingyuan held his waist tightly and asked, "How much are you going to pay me?"
Wen Cishu leaned back slightly, as if estimating the "value" of this meal: "Hmm..."
At this moment, a call broke the sweet atmosphere between the two.
"Little Daddy! Big Daddy!"
Bo Yiming ran into the kitchen and smelled the rich aroma of paella: "Wow, can we have dinner now?!"
"Yes, you've come just in time. Let's have dinner."
Wen Cishu walked out with the dishes, avoiding Bo Tingyuan's sight.
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After the family of three enjoyed delicious seafood, Bo Tingyuan received a work call and went into the guest room to get busy.
Wen Cishu washed up first, planning to go to bed early to make sure he could get up and watch the sunrise tomorrow.
While taking out his spare clothes, he glanced at Bo Tingyuan's suitcase.
They had several suitcases in total, two for sharing and two for each person's personal belongings.
Wen Cishu remembered that last Friday night, when the kid took out the fairy tale book, Bo Tingyuan also took a book.
He thought of the joke in the kitchen that evening.
——Or, recite a poem to Bo Tingyuan as a “thank you”?
Wen Cishu chuckled and reached out to open the suitcase.
The collection of poems was inserted diagonally into the welt pocket on the left side of the suitcase.
Wen took out the book, but noticed a small round bulge at the bottom of the pocket.
It is in the shape of a small bottle.
Wen Cishu thought of Bo Tingyuan taking medicine.
——Didn’t you stop taking the medicine?
Suddenly, he was confused.
But hasn’t Bo Tingyuan been saying this these past two days? Will he react?
Wen Cishu felt inexplicably worried and a little anxious, and quietly took out the small medicine bottle.
The outside of the white bottle has a label written entirely in English.
The whole thing is very light, there should not be many particles left inside.
Wen Cishu was not familiar with the technical terms in the medical field, so he quickly took out his cell phone to take a picture.
After putting the medicine bottle away, he simply inserted the poetry collection diagonally into the suitcase and pretended that he had never opened the suitcase.
Sitting down beside the bed, Wen Cishu used his mobile phone to search for information related to the medicine.
"Inhibits nervous excitation", "Inhibits sexual desire"
Wen Cishu didn't react at once.
Isn't this supposed to be a treatment for anxiety?
Are side effects likely to affect sexual function?
How come the main effect of the drug itself is to inhibit sexual desire?
Why suppress?
Wen Cishu's brain was in a mess.
At this moment, the sound of extremely cheerful footsteps came from outside the door.
He quickly turned off the phone and put it away.
Bo Yiming, wearing a cute little nightcap, threw himself into his little dad's arms and acted like a spoiled child: "Little dad, do I smell good?"
Wen Cishu lowered his head and kissed his son's forehead: "Mm, it smells delicious."
"Hee~"
The father and son lay down in their respective beds.
Wen Cishu was a little absent-minded.
Bo Yiming thought the young father was very sleepy, so he urged him to lie down.
"Little daddy, I'm going to tell you a story. You should fall asleep quickly. When big daddy comes later, I'll ask him to tell you a story gently so as not to wake you up."
"Well, Yiming, be good~"
Wen Cishu was lying next to the child, listening to him start to read a story, but thinking in his heart: Have I been doing it wrong all along?
But didn’t Bo Tingyuan say himself that he was suffering from mild separation anxiety?
Or maybe he wasn't lying but was just hiding other illnesses?
Suddenly, Wen Cishu's mind flashed back to the various behaviors of Bo Tingyuan when their love was at its deepest. Even when he occasionally rubbed him with his palm during the day, it seemed that he was exerting force after being suppressed.
In fact, there was always an extremely aggressive desire hidden in Bo Tingyuan's eyes.
Everything gradually became clearer.
Wen Cishu then realized that he had done it completely wrong.
——Bo Tingyuan’s health is not only fine, but may be even better.
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