Chapter 87
Rongcheng, the Bo family mansion.
Wen Cishu's physical discomfort caused by airsickness made everyone anxious and worried.
Aunt Zhong went downstairs and the others came forward to show their concern.
She comforted everyone: "Take good care of yourself for a few days, you will be fine, everyone should continue to do what they need to do."
In just over a month, everyone had already assumed that Mr. Wen's health was getting better. How could they accept that a healthy person suddenly fell ill again?
After all, no one wants to go back to the subtly depressing atmosphere of the past.
The chef in the kitchen saw Aunt Zhong and asked, "Young Master, have you eaten yet?"
He saw Auntie Zhong nod and asked with concern, "Where is the young master?"
Aunt Zhong: "Young Master knows the importance of things. He will not neglect his children, nor will he neglect his own health."
"That's good."
The chef rubbed his hands together and said, "I'll prepare some ingredients and simmer them over low heat right away. You can have some as soon as you wake up, sir."
Aunt Zhong reminded, "Prepare some midnight snacks for the young master. I'm afraid he might have to stay up all night."
The master chef said, "Yes, I have prepared everything."
Second floor.
Aunt Zhong was walking towards the bedroom when she saw the door being opened, revealing a small figure.
She walked up quickly and asked softly, "Yiming, did your grandfather kick you out?"
Bo Yiming shook his head, surprised why Grandma Zhong asked this.
He lowered his voice and explained, "No. I felt that Big Daddy might need to be alone with Little Daddy for a while, so I came out."
There were always many such moments in the past.
But he didn't understand at that time and was always picked out by his elder father.
Aunt Zhong put her arm around his shoulders and said, "Yiming, be good. Grandma Zhong will accompany you back to your room."
At home, Bo Yiming actually doesn't need adult company.
But he did not refuse the kindness.
"Grandma Zhong, when I was little I always thought I was the one who cared about Little Daddy the most in the world. But it's actually Big Daddy, right?"
Aunt Zhong was surprised that he suddenly became so sensible, and said earnestly: "It's different. To your little dad, your concern is very important."
Bo Yiming nodded thoughtfully.
As he turned up the stairs, he glanced at the two doors in the distance and said softly, "It's all my fault. I insisted that my little dad participate in the variety show..."
After saying that, he lowered his head and a big tear fell down.
The teardrops fell on the beige carpet on the stairs, leaving a dark mark.
These self-blaming words really made Aunt Zhong's heart tremble, and she hurriedly hugged the nine-year-old child.
"Nothing like that. Don't say that."
Bo Yiming looked up sadly, his eyes full of tears.
"Grandma Zhong, am I a little Zong Sang Pei? A very bad kind of person."
"Hey! When did you learn this from me?"
Aunt Zhong was so frightened that she patted his back anxiously and said, "You are just a kid, don't say such things. Do you hear me? Grandma Zhong is not going to comfort you anymore. She is going to be angry!"
Bo Yiming pouted in grievance and said in a low voice: "Then Grandma Zhong should just coax me a little."
Aunt Zhong felt distressed and worried, so she took out a clean handkerchief to wipe his tears: "Don't cry, your two fathers will be heartbroken to see you cry."
She suppressed her emotions so as not to choke up, "Grandma Zhong will be with you tonight."
"Yeah." Bo Yiming sobbed, trying hard to control his emotions.
But whenever he thought of his little father's pale face when he was sleeping, his eyes couldn't stop filling with tears.
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On the second floor, Bo Tingyuan’s bedroom.
It was so quiet that the only sounds left were very faint breathing and the regular "tick" sound of the medicine in the bottle.
The transparent medicine flowed down the thin hose and was finally injected into the vein on the back of Wen Cishu's hand through a thin needle.
Beside the bed, Bo Tingyuan sat on the sofa, his eyes behind the glasses fell on Wen Cishu's face, and his broad and warm palm gently held his hand that was receiving an infusion.
On the back of the hand, which is so white that it is almost transparent, the blue veins are clearly visible.
Bo Tingyuan's thumb stroked Wen Cishu's slender fingertips again and again.
Every second of this night was like a blunt knife cutting into his flesh, torturing him.
In the extremely terrifying silence, the person on the bed let out a slight groan mixed with pain, and the body under the quilt moved.
Bo Tingyuan stood up and leaned over.
While gently steadying his hand receiving the IV, she stroked his forehead and hair and whispered, "Ci Shu, I'm here. What's wrong with you?"
The two doctors have just explained the various reactions that may occur.
They did not leave tonight and stayed in the guest room of the side house.
Wen Cishu heard a voice that made him feel at ease. His slightly twisted body calmed down and he moved his dry lips.
Bo Tingyuan freed his hand, picked up the cup of warm water, dipped a cotton swab in it and rubbed it on Wen Cishu's lips.
Wen Cishu felt the moisture of the liquid and pursed his lips repeatedly.
He seemed to be very thirsty. His pink tongue tip licked his lower lip quickly. He seemed to feel that he was not being fed fast enough or enough, and he hummed slightly in dissatisfaction.
Seeing this, Bo Tingyuan had no choice but to gently hold his chin with the base of his palm, quickly sipped some warm water, and lowered his head to pass it into his mouth.
“Hmm…” Wen Cishu finally felt comfortable.
Bo Tingyuan passed him another mouthful, and stopped only when he saw his brows relax.
The lips soaked in water gradually became moist, and the corners of the lips were shining with an alluring luster.
Bo Tingyuan restrained himself and stopped, gently wiping away the water marks with his thumb.
Not long after, Wen Cishu woke up a little, squinted his eyes, and let out a sound of discomfort from his throat: "Uh..."
Bo Tingyuan seemed relieved. He stepped forward and kissed him on the temple, looking at his slowly moving black eyes: "Ci Shu, I'm here."
Wen Cishu knew that he was lying on his bed at home, and he also knew that he had just fainted.
But every bone joint in my body felt sore and swollen. This was completely different from the discomfort in my heart. It was an all-pervasive discomfort, and I wanted to bang my shoulders against the wall.
He opened his lips with difficulty: "My bones are so swollen..."
Bo Tingyuan glanced at the infusion bottle that was about to be empty. These were the possible adverse reactions that the doctor had warned him about.
"Wait a moment." Bo Tingyuan kissed the corner of his lips and comforted him, "I'll take care of the needle first."
He quickly pulled out the needle.
Drops of bright red blood suddenly gushed out of the tiny pinholes, which were particularly glaring on the back of the hand.
Bo Tingyuan frowned, and after a simple disinfection, he put on a medical patch.
Wen Cishu kept twisting his shoulders and long legs, trying to relieve the discomfort in his body.
Bo Tingyuan sat on the bed and held him in his arms. He took his hand that was receiving the IV and placed it on one of his shoulders. "I'll rub it for you. Don't move."
He started from the shoulders, kneading carefully one part at a time.
Wen Cishu nestled in his arms, closed his eyes tightly, and felt the pleasure brought by his palms wherever they touched.
This force seemed to press all the bones that had suddenly had gaps back together tightly.
He pressed his face against the skin of his collarbone and murmured, "It's much more comfortable..."
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his palms back and forth on the soft skin through the cloth.
Seeing Wen Cishu gradually calm down, he felt relieved.
"Ci Shu, don't go to sleep yet, eat something."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu was drowsy. He leaned in his arms and tried to shake his head in a daze, but he had no strength.
Being sick consumes a lot of energy, and Bo Tingyuan doesn't want him to fall asleep hungry, so he immediately contacts Uncle Xu to send up some food.
Wen Cishu felt comfortable being massaged, so he let Bo Tingyuan fiddle with him and drank a bowl of hot soup before falling asleep.
Bo Tingyuan also had some midnight snack.
Only then did he finally put his mind at ease.
Late at night, Bo Tingyuan went to check on his son, and when he saw that he had fallen asleep, he went downstairs to rest.
For two consecutive days, Wen Cishu would be awake for a short while and then fall asleep again.
The doctor came to check on me at a fixed time and there wasn't any major problem.
On the third day, Wen Cishu finally felt better. After waking up, he ate a small bowl of rice with a good appetite.
The whole family finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Cishu himself recovered, but he always felt something was wrong when looking at Bo Tingyuan.
The gloomy atmosphere that had finally faded away reappeared, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in thick fog.
That night.
Perhaps Wen Cishu slept too much during the day and rarely woke up at midnight.
He had gotten used to sleeping next to Bo Tingyuan these days, but at this moment he suddenly discovered that Bo Tingyuan was not in bed.
The two of them went to bed together, and Bo Tingyuan turned off the lights at that time.
Did you go to the bathroom?
Wen Cishu frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
There was no light on in the room, but a faint dim light came through the cloakroom.
So late?
It's not likely that Bo Tingyuan will be like the little monkey, trying on clothes for tomorrow's outfit, right?
Wen Cishu hesitated for a few seconds and decided to get up and take a look.
He walked over quietly on the carpet.
As soon as I looked through the gap in the sliding door and saw what was going on inside, I froze in place.
In the cloakroom, the floor lamp emitted a dim light.
In the dim light, a man was sitting on a sofa with his two long and strong legs spread out and his upper body leaning back on the sofa.
There was a strong smell of hormones floating in the air, burning and anxious.
Amidst the sound of suppressed and heavy breathing, his broad left hand tightly grasped a part of the body, and his bony fingers were moving up and down.
Even though the lights are dim, nothing can escape our gaze.
Under the outline of light, Bo Tingyuan's body appears to be sculptural, powerful, and even extremely sexy.
Wen Cishu's eyes suddenly widened, as if he was suddenly dragged close to Bo Tingyuan, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.
Bo Tingyuan is actually...
His eyes uncontrollably stayed on the thickness and length, and he could almost feel the burning temperature.
During their honeymoon, the details of the two people hugging each other were clearer than ever before.
Wen Cishu was so embarrassed that his whole body was burning with embarrassment, but he couldn't leave at all.
Immersed in desire, Bo Tingyuan did not notice anything wrong.
What's more, his face was covered with a pearly white satin garment.
The high bridge of his nose pushed the thin fabric into a distinct arc, and the fabric trembled slightly with his rapid and deep breathing.
Looking at the words of the clothes clearly, my brain buzzed.
——Those are his pajamas.
At this moment, Bo Tingyuan seemed to be about to reach the peak of pleasure. He pressed his clothes with his right hand, and as his chest rose and fell violently, he sniffed the clothes deeply.
This action obviously brought him great excitement, causing all the muscles in his body to tense up and the movements of his left hand to gradually speed up.
Wen Cishu subconsciously held his breath until Bo Tingyuan's action suddenly ended.
He clearly saw that under the clothes, Bo Tingyuan's lips were biting the fabric with each rapid breath.
His whole body felt numb, as if Bo Tingyuan was kissing his skin.
Just when he wanted to go back to bed, he suddenly realized that Bo Tingyuan was not completely finished.
In this space filled with excessive desires, he reacted again...
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