Chapter 86
Wen Cishu fell into a deep sleep before Bo Tingyuan returned to his room.
In the early morning of the next day, he vaguely heard a very soft conversation.
"...Big Daddy, why don't we ask Little Daddy to watch the sunrise with us? Will he be sad if he finds out when he wakes up?"
"No. Let little daddy get some more sleep."
With a short and cute "Oh", Wen Cishu felt a small face close to his cheek.
——It was the kid who was kissing him.
Wen Cishu opened his sleepy eyes and said lazily, "Baby? I'm awake too, don't leave me."
"Wow!" Bo Yiming pressed his lips against Little Daddy's soft cheek, "You're not going to abandon me. Let's wait for the sunrise here together."
When checking in, in order to fulfill Bo Yiming's wish to watch the sunrise, a sea view sunrise suite was specially selected.
There are three guest rooms in total, all of which allow you to enjoy the beautiful view of the sunrise over the sea while lying in bed.
Wen Cishu was not fully awake yet and was still a little confused. When he saw Bo Tingyuan leaning over, his brain seemed to be hit by a huge meteorite. He suddenly woke up and blinked.
Bo Tingyuan stroked his hair and said, "Then you can sleep for a while after watching the sunrise."
The tone was normal, gentle and considerate.
Wen Cishu looked at him and nodded slightly.
He felt as if he was getting to know the person in front of him all over again.
In other words, it is to get a little closer to the real Bo Tingyuan.
On the other side, Bo Yiming quickly jumped onto the bed and nestled into his little father's arms.
Wen Cishu pulled Bo Tingyuan's sleeve and made some room beside him: "You lie down too."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan picked up the remote control for the room from the bedside table and handed it to his son, then lay down on the bed and held Wen Cishu in his arms.
As Bo Yiming pressed the switch.
The curtains of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows slowly move from the middle to both sides, as if they were the curtains of a stage play about to be performed.
The scenery of the sea and sky gradually emerges.
The orange-pink sky and morning clouds are already rare and beautiful.
"Wow." Bo Yiming just lay down and couldn't sit still, "I want to take a picture!"
He jumped out of bed and ran to the window.
Wen Cishu leaned against Bo Tingyuan's chest, looking at the thin clouds in the sky, thinking in his heart:
What should I do if it is what I guessed?
Bo Tingyuan looked at his youngest son who was lying on the French window like a lizard, and warned him loudly: "Yiming, the window is dangerous, don't stand so close."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming took a step back and sat on the sofa chair facing the sea, pointing his small watch out the window, "I want to take a picture of the sunrise."
Wen Cishu had just calmed down and wanted to enjoy the sunrise with his son, but the arm around his waist suddenly tightened, and he was held up by Bo Tingyuan, and when he raised his head, he could see his profile.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at him.
"Are you too tired these past two days? You went to bed early last night."
The voice was unusually low, and only Wen Cishu could hear it.
"Yeah." Wen Cishu's black eyes turned slightly.
The ambiguous light of dawn shone in from the window, adding a bright hue to his fair face.
At this moment, his eyes were moving, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Bo Tingyuan's dark and deep green eyes quickly glanced at the small figure by the window.
Wen Ciyi immediately realized what he wanted to do, but before she could react, he kissed the corner of her lips.
He quickly pushed his arm away, fearing that the kid would see something.
Fortunately, Bo Tingyuan only touched it lightly.
"Wow, the sun is out! The sun!"
The voice of a kid shouting came from the window, "It's so round and red, no wonder they say the sun is a salted egg yolk."
The cute and childish words made Wen Cishu couldn't help but chuckle.
As the round sun jumped out of the sea level, brilliant light sprinkled down, and the light in the room gradually became brighter.
Wen Cishu took advantage of the fact that the kid hadn't turned around yet and lowered his head to bite Bo Tingyuan's shoulder.
——Who made him hide something from me?
Bo Tingyuan frowned: "Hmm?"
Wen Cishu shrank into the quilt, then looked out the window, pretending not to care about his reaction.
After the sunrise process was over, Bo Yiming jumped back and lay on the side of the bed to show his little father the video he had taken.
Although he had just seen the real scene, Wen Cishu still gently accompanied the kid to appreciate it again.
When Bo Yiming was happily preparing to play the song for the third time, Bo Tingyuan rubbed his son's hair and said, "Yiming, let your little daddy sleep for a while."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming reacted and realized that it was still very early and far from the usual time to get up.
He blinked his eyes, "Big Daddy, but I can't seem to sleep."
Bo Tingyuan pointed to the direction of the door: "Go to your own room and play."
"Okay~"
Bo Yiming didn't feel at all that his grandfather was "driving him away" and instead accepted it with pleasure.
Wen Cishu read it carefully and remained silent.
After the little monkey jumped out, Wen Cishu pulled up the quilt, but Bo Tingyuan grabbed his wrist.
He blinked: "Aren't you going to let me continue sleeping?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan bent down and kissed the back of his hand lightly, then put his hand into the quilt and covered him.
Wen Cishu: "..."
Suddenly I felt angry with myself.
He closed his eyes and felt Bo Tingyuan trying to get out of bed, mumbling something.
"I can't sleep alone. How about you ask Yiming to come over?"
The person beside him did not move.
Wen Cishu noticed that his eyes seemed to be looking at him intently, and he held his breath slightly, feeling a little nervous.
Suddenly, he felt Bo Tingyuan leaning over to him, his cheek getting closer and closer, and his nose rubbing against his temples, chin, earlobes, and neck.
Wen Cishu tilted his neck back somewhat irresistibly, and a slight desire leaked out from his lips.
"I'm not going out today."
Bo Tingyuan's lips were pressed against the side of his neck, and his nose rubbed back and forth against the soft earlobe.
Wen Cishu's fingers suddenly closed and grasped the quilt, then quickly released it.
He really began to hate himself for being so easily aroused by Bo Tingyuan.
——If this continues, he might have to take medicine to suppress it.
“Bang, bang—”
Two slight knocks on the door suddenly woke the two people on the bed.
"Big Daddy? Can I come in?"
While Wen Cishu was startled, he keenly noticed that Bo Tingyuan's thick brows were frowned, as if he was extremely agitated because of being disturbed.
However, this was soon replaced by seriousness and calmness.
As Bo Tingyuan leaned back, his brows relaxed and he said in a deep voice, "Come in."
The door is open.
Bo Yiming ran back and climbed onto the bed: "Little Daddy, I decided to sleep with you. Xingxing hasn't woken up yet."
Wen Cishu rubbed the boy's smooth cheeks: "Okay."
Bo Tingyuan threw back the quilt and got out of bed: "Then you guys go to sleep. I'll go have breakfast first, I have a meeting in the morning."
"Okay." Wen Cishu watched him walk around the end of the bed and leave, feeling a little conflicted.
——Should I have another frank talk with him?
"Yiming, how about we go home early?"
Bo Yiming looked up: "Little Dad, do you miss home?"
"Um."
Wen Cishu answered hesitantly.
He thought that although Bo Tingyuan could arrange the work, the company's business was big after all, and many things had to be handled remotely by him, so it would be better not to work too hard.
He tapped the tip of the kid's nose: "Don't you miss your little potatoes?"
“Yeah…Okay!”
Bo Yiming had a great time over the past two days and didn't seem to have anything special to play. "Then let's come back in winter."
Wen Cishu kissed his forehead and said, "Okay."
He went to bed early last night and didn't need to take a nap, so he took advantage of the little monkey's sound sleep to send a message to Bo Tingyuan, telling him that he wanted to go home early.
Bo Tingyuan didn't ask the reason, just said that he would make proper arrangements.
After Wen Cishu put down his phone, his eyes drifted vaguely towards the luggage rack.
Although he couldn't see anything because of the living room in the middle, he still looked at that place in silence for a long time.
In the end, Wen Cishu got out of bed quietly, walked to the suitcase and opened it again.
The position of the medicine bottle in the side pocket has changed.
It is not pressed under the spine of the book, but in the corner at the side of the book.
Wen took out the dictionary immediately.
When he took it last night, he felt that there were not many pills left in it. Now when he weighed it in his hand, it was even lighter, as if it was only the weight of the bottle itself.
It was obvious that Bo Tingyuan took medicine last night.
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afternoon.
The family took separate flights and returned to Rongcheng.
On the way, Wen Cishu was absent-minded, thinking about how to start the topic.
He had reason to believe that as long as Bo Tingyuan didn't want to tell him, he would never confess.
Maybe he was tired from the long journey, or maybe he was too worried, but not long after the plane took off, he began to feel dizzy.
Bo Tingyuan immediately realized what was going on, picked him up and carried him into the small bedroom at the back, and asked the accompanying doctor to come over.
After a checkup, the doctor confirmed that it was not a heart problem but rather some airsickness, and immediately prepared medicine and warm water.
Bo Tingyuan confirmed with the doctor twice before he felt relieved.
In the small bedroom of the cabin, Wen Cishu was leaning on the bed, his black hair disheveled, his face looking even paler than paper.
After the doctor left, he wanted to tell Bo Tingyuan not to worry, but as soon as he opened his mouth he couldn't help but let out a slight moan.
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly: "Don't talk."
Although Wen Cishu had already taken the medicine, his chest still felt very stuffy, and he leaned on his shoulder and gasped softly.
The long black hair draped over Bo Tingyuan's arms trembled with the rise and fall of his chest.
Ever since he first said "I feel uncomfortable", Bo Tingyuan's brows have never relaxed, and deep in his green pupils, there is a deep sense of self-blame.
Even Wen Cishu could feel the anxious aura around him.
He didn't want him to worry too much, so he bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth to hide his groan of pain.
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his pale lips with his fingers: "Don't bite."
Wen Cishu rubbed her cheek against his chest, but still kept her lips tightly pursed.
Bo Tingyuan had no choice but to use his thumb to rub open the lips slightly until he reached between the lips and completely separated the teeth.
“Uh…”
Wen Cishu held his finger in his mouth and gasped heavily, as if he could finally vent the suppressed pain.
Bo Tingyuan kissed his forehead and whispered, "If it hurts, bite my hand."
The medicine did not take effect that quickly. Wen Cishu had a severe headache. Transparent tears oozed from his squinted eyes. His soft, pale cheeks rubbed against Bo Tingyuan's arms uncomfortably.
When the pain was most obvious, he couldn't help biting Bo Tingyuan's finger, and then quickly let go: "Don't..."
As he spoke, the soft and moist tip of his tongue rubbed against Bo Tingyuan's fingertips.
Bo Tingyuan clenched his teeth, pulled out his fingers, and held Wen Cishu's restless waist tightly, coaxing him softly: "Don't be afraid, we will go to the hospital as soon as the plane lands."
Wen Cishu never liked hospitals.
He was very well behaved when he was young, and most of the time he would not disobey his parents' instructions. What he feared most was that he would become ill and need to go into the operating room due to his disobedience.
He resisted the dizziness and hummed out his thoughts, which he rarely said, "No, I don't want to go to the hospital..."
There was a bitter and uncontrollable cry in his voice.
Bo Tingyuan kept kissing his forehead and coaxed him softly, "Okay, we won't go. Let the doctor wait at home."
Wen Cishu opened his wet eyelashes and looked at the face so close to him. While suppressing his rapid breathing, he begged in a trembling voice: "Bo Tingyuan, can you kiss me? Kiss me, and I won't feel any pain."
Bo Tingyuan's gaze swept across the pair of passionate and pitiful black eyes, concealing the turbulent waves in their eyes.
With a subtle hesitation, he took off the rimless glasses on his nose.
The back of Wen Cishu's head was held up by his palm, she pouted her lips and hugged his neck tightly with her arms.
The two kissed deeply.
Bo Tingyuan tasted the bitterness of the remaining medicine on his tongue.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Wen Cishu seemed to pass on the pain of airsickness to Bo Tingyuan.
And this pain existed and spread in Bo Tingyuan in another form.
In the end, it was like a raging fire, burning his entire body.
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