noffsinger Chapter 240 Can I Eat You?
Chapter 240 Can I Eat You?
She had walked around the entire city of Taiyin and was tired, so she looked at the chair next to her.
Su Fengjun silently squatted down in front of her, his arms outstretched.
"My wife, are you tired from walking? Let me carry you home."
Zhongli Yueluo disregarded any desires or not, and went straight over to lie on his back, which was broad and warm.
A gentle night breeze blew, ruffling the hair on Su Fengjun's forehead.
He replied softly and gently, "My wife, hold on tight, I'm getting up."
Zhongli Yuelu buried her head in the crook of his neck; he seemed to still smell of flowers.
I can't quite put my finger on it. Could it be that the poison from the Demon Flower petals hasn't completely dissipated yet?
She sniffed again; it was a very reassuring scent.
"My wife is tired. You can lean on my shoulder for a while. We'll be home soon. That boy might have even made your favorite fermented rice wine."
Zhongli Yueluo had always wanted to know what the child's name was, but she was too embarrassed to ask.
Su Fengjun seemed to have guessed what she was thinking: "Nianhui likes you very much, just as I like you."
They always say such touching things without even realizing it.
Zhongli Yueluo grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand reaching forward, she couldn't see, but touched his nose.
She even mischievously clenched two fingers together, making it hard for him to breathe, and only released them when she felt him suffocating.
But she swung her feet on his back and laughed heartily. Su Fengjun was not annoyed: "My wife is really childish."
"Fermented rice wine? I'd like to eat some. Let's go home quickly." Zhongli Yueluo whispered in his ear.
It was quite obvious that the tips of his ears were slowly turning red. Although he spoke so bluntly, his true nature remained unchanged.
"Feng Jun, am I heavy? Hmm?"
She leaned forward slightly, her soft touch stirring his heart, making Su Fengjun feel extremely awkward.
"My wife...you should eat more." He replied with a smile.
Zhongli Yueluoye obediently lay on his back and stopped moving.
With my head resting on his shoulder, I felt a strange sense of security, and gradually my breathing became steady, and I actually fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was back in the courtyard. Little Nianhui was sitting on a stool with three bowls in front of her.
As if timed perfectly, waiting for their return, the rice wine in the bowl was still steaming.
"Father, Mother, why are you so late coming back again?" The little boy's voice was surprisingly calm despite his young age.
"Shh. Your mother is tired and is still sleeping." Su Fengjun smiled as she stood at the door and looked at him.
"Father, shouldn't you and Mother give me a younger brother or sister? If it's because of me... then I..."
This person, Nian Hui, is a thoughtful person, and Zhongli Yueluo vaguely overheard their conversation.
Rubbing her eyes, Su Fengjun gently placed her on the ground.
Her eyes were blurry, and her voice was thick with a nasal tone: "What are you talking about?"
"Mother, Father says he wants a biological child."
It's hard to imagine that these words came from the mouth of a little kid; Su Fengjun would never say such a thing.
Zhongli Yueluo quickly got into the role of her mother, walked over and flicked Nian's forehead.
"You, your dad is already tired enough taking care of you. If there are two more, it will only make your dad more tired."
She tried to persuade her earnestly, but Nianhui covered her forehead and looked at her, saying, "Mother!"
"Alright, stop talking, I just want to eat fermented rice." She walked over and sat down, and Su Fengjun also sat down with a helpless smile.
He didn't actually want Zhongli Yueluo to have children at all, because he had experienced such suffering in his dream.
Even now, he still doesn't want to touch her. He just wants to have a home with her, a home with just one lamp, three people, and a few meals.
"Father, I don't want to sleep with you tonight. I can manage on my own."
Nian Hui mumbled something indistinctly while drinking the fermented rice wine, wiped her mouth twice with the back of her hand, and ran to her room.
I could still faintly hear him bolting the door.
"Is this child going through a rebellious phase?" Zhongli Yueluo found him very strange.
"Perhaps he felt guilty because he didn't sleep with you."
Wow, he understands these things so well at such a young age.
"Then why don't you sleep with me, Feng Jun?" Zhongli Yueluo also took a sip from her spoon.
His eyes suddenly darkened, he pushed the bowl further into the table, and gently placed his hand on Zhongli Yueluo's shoulder.
There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then he gently pulled her into his arms.
She leaned on his shoulder, and neither of them spoke, until the wind cooled the two bowls of rice wine.
“I’m so scared. I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared of losing this family. I’m also scared that they will take you away. I want to hide you away.”
Zhongli Yueluo placed her hand on his chest and patted him rhythmically. Hearing her say that, she felt a lump in her throat.
It seems that this realm of desire doesn't have much of an impact on them.
Even in this situation, they are still trying their best to suppress themselves.
Su Fengjun gently held Zhongli Yueluo's hand and placed it on his chest.
His eyes were looking somewhere, and his head was held high.
He sniffed, perhaps because there were tears welling up in his eyes.
"I want them to never find you." He squeezed her hand slightly tighter.
"Feng Jun, it's cold. Let's go inside and talk." Zhongli Yueluo felt a pang of sadness.
He released her, looked directly at her, tilted his head and smiled gently: "My wife, may I carry you inside?"
Su Nianhui was in the room at this moment, standing on a small stool, looking out the window.
He covered his mouth with both hands, revealing a triumphant smile.
His blockhead father has finally shown some wisdom!
Then he wrapped himself in his blanket, closed his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, opened a restriction.
To avoid him hearing things that someone his age shouldn't hear.
Zhongli Yueluo stared at Su Fengjun's face, her face flushed, looking very shy, and nodded.
He easily lifted her up in his arms, his eyes and brows beaming with a happy and tender smile.
"My wife really should eat more; you seem to have lost weight since the last few days."
"Can I eat you?" She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
I carried her back to the room, and when I opened the door, the scene was completely different from what I had seen in the morning.
The red gauze swayed, the candlelight flickered, and there was even a faint fragrance wafting through the air.
It seemed that this was all Nianhui's doing, but given the current atmosphere, she had no reason to refuse.
Her eyes sparkled, but when Su Fengjun saw them, he could only see his own face.
Her eyes were full of longing and affection as she gently hooked her arms around his neck and licked her rosy lips.
Su Fengjun closed the door and put her on the bed.
His breathing became erratic, his gaze intense, and his fingers trembled as he traced her face.
Everything felt so real. He pursed his lips, ran his hand through her loose hair, and gently cupped the back of her head.