Chapter 198 Time to Go to Work
"Tch! Get lost!"
Chen Jingyang wasn't going to leave. He grinned and pinched Zhang Pengfei's cheek: "You're willing to let me leave?"
I'm speechless! His mouth, which has won the Best Debater award, can never exert any power against Chen Jingyang.
"I can't bear to part with her, alright?" Zhang Pengfei asked with a smile, "When did Huahua go to sleep?"
"Around 9:30, her biological clock was well regulated by the school, and she started yawning as soon as it was past 9 o'clock."
Zhang Pengfei was a little tired; after all, crying was quite physically demanding. "Did you wash your feet?"
"No, I'm waiting for you." Chen Jingyang gently stroked his eyes with his thumb: "Are your eyes uncomfortable? Do you want to apply a warm compress?"
"It's a little astringent. I'll have to cry again tomorrow. Applying a warm compress might help."
Zhang Pengfei looked around and said, "I'll go outside and get a towel."
Chen Jingyang stopped him, grinning mischievously, "No need for a towel."
Zhang Pengfei frowned slightly, wondering what trick Chen Jingyang had come up with this time: "How can you apply heat without a towel?"
"Towels only keep you warm for a short time, and the temperature is uneven; they cool down quickly. I have something great here that not only keeps the temperature constant but also lets you leave it on for as long as you want. Would you like to try it?"
Pengfei's curiosity was piqued: "What good stuff is it? Let me see it."
"Close your eyes first."
Zhang Pengfei closed his eyes.
A warm, moist, soft, and slippery substance gently climbed onto his eyelids in an instant, first sliding from left to right, then from top to bottom, and then skillfully circling in the middle, as if giving him an eye massage.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Jingyang's hot breath sprayed all over his face.
"Chen Jingyang!" Zhang Pengfei shoved him away abruptly, his brows furrowed, wiping his eyes and staring at him with disdain.
He now knew what Chen Jingyang meant by "good stuff"!
Chen Jingyang chuckled and wiped his mouth: "Is it kept at a constant temperature?"
"That's bullshit! You're out of your mind!"
Chen Jingyang pouted, revealing an innocent and pitiful expression: "You actually dislike me..."
Before Zhang Pengfei could react, he suddenly pushed him down onto the bed, like a fierce tiger baring its teeth: "But it's too late to complain about me now!"
The quilt was newly aired and smelled of sunshine. The two rolled around in it, like two fish that had jumped out of a water tank into the sea.
"Chen Jingyang!" Zhang Pengfei called out in a trembling voice, "Don't do this, the bed won't be able to take it!"
Chen Jingyang suddenly exclaimed, "It's okay, it won't collapse!"
He had barely finished speaking when, with a "crack," the bed board suddenly dropped downwards!
Both of them jumped in fright at the same time. Zhang Pengfei reacted first and kicked him, saying, "Chen Jingyang, you bastard, get out of here!"
Chen Jingyang stood on the ground, bewildered, scratching his head as he looked at the broken bed leg: "Hiss... why is the bed leg so flimsy?!"
This bed was made when Zhang Pengfei was five or six years old. The legs are made of poplar wood, which is a light and soft wood that can be easily scratched by hand. Now that the bed is nearly 20 years old, how could it withstand the kind of abuse Chen Jingyang has done?!
Zhang Pengfei was heartbroken. This bed was made by his father himself, and it took him ten days to complete. Chen Jingyang "crippled" it in just ten minutes!
"Baby, what should we do? Should we find something to hold it in place and wrap it up?"
Zhang Pengfei was speechless. They even tried to find something to fix it and wrap it up. Did they really think this bed was a person, and that if a leg was broken, they could just put it in a cast?
"Sigh!" he sighed. "Forget it, let's find some bricks to put in first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
The bricks placed under the bed board were uneven, and it was only thanks to the history textbook that it was barely stabilized.
This time, Chen Jingyang was much more restrained once they got into bed. After they finished, he wrapped his arms around Zhang Pengfei's waist, pressed his chest tightly against Zhang Pengfei's back, and gently massaged his temples with his fingers, chatting softly: "Baby, when you were little, did you have Brother Shuibo carry you up the Eiffel Tower?"
Zhang Pengfei, slightly out of breath, said, "Yeah, I was curious when I was a kid, but I didn't expect Brother Shuibo to be even more curious than me. I thought he would just brush me off like everyone else."
"What's the view like up there?"
"The wind was so strong that I almost lost my balance. You could see very far, and people looked very small. But I didn't have time to look at the scenery at that time. I just felt scared. I looked at it a few times and then closed my eyes and dared not look anymore."
Thinking of the funny things that happened when he was a child, he couldn't help but smile: "Brother Shuibo was very excited. When he got home, he even bragged about it to my dad, and he got beaten up by my dad."
He turned around, pressed his face against Chen Jingyang's chest, closed his eyes, and gently scratched the warm skin with his long eyelashes, feeling the powerful beating of the heart beneath.
"Let's go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow. I'll tell you whatever you want to hear in the future."
"Okay." Chen Jingyang reached out and turned off the light.
It's very dark, you can't see your hand in front of your face, there's no light pollution here.
It was also very quiet, with no horns or tire noise.
When vision is limited, other senses become more sensitive, such as hearing and touch.
The person in my arms gradually stopped moving their eyelashes, their breathing became more and more even, and their whole body became softer. Holding them in my arms made me feel incredibly safe.
Chen Jingyang was awakened by the sound of cannons in the morning. Zhang Pengfei said it was a call from Brother Shuibo—informing the neighbors who needed help that it was time to go to work.
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