The person sleeping on the sofa never heard someone come in and approach him.
Bo Yizhou looked down at his sleeping face. He seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his thick lashes fluttering constantly as though his eyes would open the next second. Lying on his side pressed half his face against the sofa, his mouth slightly open.
His gaze darkened, and he slowly reached out. Just as he was about to touch him, a cry of "Father" interrupted him and woke the person on the sofa.
"Father, what are you doing?" Chaochao popped out from the side, staring at his outstretched hand.
Bo Yizhou calmly withdrew his hand.
"Mm..." Gu Wancheng sat up with a yawn and slowly opened his eyes. Once he saw who was in front of him, his eyes widened, his peach-blossom eyes instantly turning into cat eyes.
Watching him bristle like a kitten, Bo Yizhou curled his lips and sat down beside him right before his eyes.
"You...?"
Gu Wancheng slowly got that one word out.
"I came back to sleep," Bo Yizhou said casually.
Gu Wancheng looked stunned.
Wait, you never came back to sleep in the original owner's memories. Sure, I'm your wife now, but we barely know each other.
"Where else would I sleep?"
"Of course Father has to sleep with us."
Gu Wancheng turned his head in shock. You little brat, you traitor. I really misjudged you.
"I asked you, Daddy. You already said yes," Chaochao said aggrievedly.
*???*
Did I? When did I agree to that? Wait, I think I actually did, but I thought he meant the two of us, not...
Was this the consequence of a misunderstanding?
While he was dazed and at a loss, Bo Yizhou remained perfectly composed, gripping his waist with both hands and lifting him up.
Shocked for the umpteenth time, Gu Wancheng said, "What are you doing!"
"Go take a shower. Or should I wash you?"
Before he even finished speaking, Gu Wancheng's face turned scarlet. He stammered, "I-I can wash myself!"
Meeting his teasing expression, he immediately felt his face burn so hot it was practically cooked.
He ran off in a fluster.
Bang! He shut the bathroom door.
He turned on the faucet, cupped a handful of water, and splashed it onto his face to physically cool himself down. His racing heart gradually settled as he looked at his still-flushed face in the mirror.
He began reflecting on himself. Wait, how did I let him get me wrapped around his finger? No, next time I'm going to flirt back.
Silently setting himself a goal, he undressed to take a shower.
Steam filled the bathroom, gradually obscuring Gu Wancheng's figure until only the pattering water and his breathing could be clearly heard.
Outside, Chaochao stood with both hands on his hips, looking at his father. "Daddy's already gone inside, and you're still looking. You can look at me."
With that, he puffed out his chest.
Bo Yizhou withdrew his gaze and glanced over Chaochao's chubby figure, his tone flat. "Look at you? I'll pass."
Heartbroken at those words, Chaochao flung himself onto the sofa, sticking his bottom up and burying his face as though refusing all communication.
When no one came to comfort him after a long while, he grew even angrier.
His ears twitched slightly. Faintly hearing laughter, he couldn't help giving a little huff.
"You're angry all day. Are you a pufferfish?"
"Hmph!"
"I'm not a pufferfish. I'm a tiger, the kind that gobbles you up in one bite with a roar."
Bo Yizhou raised an eyebrow and was just about to speak when a voice suddenly came from beside him.
A while later, Gu Wancheng came out.
"Daddy!" Chaochao happily lunged toward Gu Wancheng.
"Stop, stop, stop! Pull any more and I'll be exposed." Gu Wancheng immediately clutched his bathrobe shut. He had forgotten to take his pajamas in earlier. Luckily, there had been a bathrobe inside, or he would have been done for.
Seeing Chaochao pounce on him scared him out of his wits.
Bo Yizhou laughed, seemingly amused by his air of an affronted, respectable woman, earning himself an irritated glare from Gu Wancheng.
Fresh out of the shower, his hair was still wet. Every so often, a few drops landed on his collarbone before sliding deeper and disappearing. A flush tinged the corners of his eyes as he shot him an embarrassed, annoyed look. Bo Yizhou's mouth suddenly went dry. His gaze darkened as he looked deeply at him, pressing his tongue hard against a canine tooth. The sting allowed him to regain his composure for the moment, and he said hoarsely, "I'm going to shower."
With that, he turned and left.
Gu Wancheng suddenly felt a chill down his back. He instinctively wrapped his bathrobe tighter around himself and glanced around in confusion.
After he left, Gu Wancheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Chaochao crossed his arms. "Father bullied me."
Gu Wancheng was puzzled. He didn't look like someone who would bully others, so he asked, "How did your father bully you?"
Chaochao pouted. "Father kept looking when you went to shower. I told him to look at me, but he wouldn't."
"D-did he?" Gu Wancheng stammered, his heart once again racing out of control.
"Yep."
Pushing aside the inexplicable feelings in his heart, he comforted him. "Then your father's awful. Just ignore him."
"You can't talk to him either!" Chaochao stressed.
"Okay, okay, neither of us will talk to him. Have you brushed your teeth?"
"I have."
"Then let's go to bed."
Gu Wancheng picked him up and walked toward the bed. Chaochao struggled so much he nearly lost his grip, so he hurriedly put him down.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
At that, Chaochao pointed at his soaking-wet hair and said solemnly, "If you don't dry your hair, you'll get headaches when you're old. You're being naughty. Even little kids know not to sleep with wet hair. Do you know what you did wrong?"
Chaochao's lecture made Gu Wancheng's ears burn. He hadn't wanted to dry his hair. It took so long, and he couldn't be bothered to move, only to end up getting a scolding from a little kid.
He silently shed tears in his heart. He knew he was wrong. Really.
"Okay, Daddy understands."
"Then I'll watch you dry it."
"Okay..."
With Chaochao watching him like a disobedient child, Gu Wancheng had no choice but to comply.
Just then, Bo Yizhou came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Gu Wancheng inadvertently glanced over, and abs filled his vision. His face instantly turned scarlet again, and he hurriedly turned his head away.
"Y-you-you! How could you come out like that!"
Bo Yizhou said indifferently, "Why not? You have everything I have."
Stunned by his shameless words, he couldn't speak for a moment. What do you mean, "You have everything I have"? Please, our relationship isn't exactly innocent. Could you show a little restraint?
In his mind, he furiously pointed an accusing finger at him, but in reality, all he could do was blush silently.
Gu Wancheng chose to ignore him and walked around him to fetch the hair dryer.
He had barely taken a few steps when his little leaky padded jacket started chattering again.
"Daddy's being naughty. He wanted to sleep with wet hair."
Chaochao!
His eyelid twitched at the sudden stab in the back, and he gritted his teeth.
"Oh, did he?"
Bo Yizhou's deep voice came from behind him. Gu Wancheng stiffened, then continued forward under the pressure of his gaze.
Yet his little leaky padded jacket kept chattering away. "Yes, yes!"
"Be good and go lie down in bed first. I'll go check on your daddy."
After staring blankly for a long moment, Chaochao planted both hands on his hips and stomped his foot hard. "Then make sure you keep a good eye on Daddy."
"Got it."
Watching Gu Wancheng dry his hair, Bo Yizhou walked over, bent close to his ear, and whispered.
"I heard you've been naughty."