"Aaaaaah! Feng Chi, you dog!"
Wen Xiaojiu screamed in despair; he had indeed been watching all along!
He doesn't cook properly, all he does is watch him embarrass himself!
They've spent so much money again!!
Wen Jiu cursed and swore, utterly losing face, and ended the broadcast in disgrace despite the fans' desperate pleas to stay.
Seeing the black screen and the app crashing on his phone, Feng Chi paused in his cooking, a slight smile playing on his lips.
As she turned off the heat and served the food, a fleeting smile crossed her eyes.
So cute.
But my wife has gotten angry, and how to appease her is still a problem.
On the other side, Qu Feng sent him a screenshot of the trending topics. The hashtags that were trending all the way up the list, such as # Lasting Cohabitation#, #Wen Jiu's Live Streaming Mishap#, #Wen Jiu Steals Her Husband's Clothes#, and #Wen Jiu is a Super Cute Top#, were particularly eye-catching and pierced Wen Xiaojiu's heart.
Qu Feng clapped symbolically. "Awesome!"
Brother Qu: I'll just let you clarify the rumors and prove that you're still alive.
Brother Qu: What could have been solved by one against three, you came up with a royal flush right away.
Brother Qu: That's great, my three-day menopause leave is gone too.
Brother Qu: Having you is truly my blessing.
Wen Jiu had just washed off the hairspray, his hair still dripping wet. He thought Brother Qu had sent him a schedule, but when he opened it, he felt even more depressed.
Wen Jiu: Brother Qu, stop talking, waaaaa o(╥╥)o
Wen Jiu, with a long face, took off her shirt and rummaged through her clothes in the closet. "How on earth did the fans find out?"
He didn't even notice it himself.
Wen Jiu wasn't particular about clothes; Feng Chi usually took care of them, and she would just wear whatever looked suitable.
Before attending the event, Feng Chi prepared all the clothes and luggage in advance.
They share a wardrobe and don't distinguish between them, Wen Jiu said, annoyed. "Is the size difference really that obvious?"
Wen Jiu, unconvinced, compared her thin hoodie with Feng Chi's, and after noticing the extra piece of fabric on the side, fell into deep thought.
He angrily reached out and grabbed the hoodie, pulling it to both sides.
Yes, it's evened out.
"Isn't this almost the same?" Wen Jiu nodded, flipped it over, and put it on.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar soft laugh.
Wen Jiu froze:...
Wen Jiu ripped off her clothes, covering the alluring marks on her body, turned her head, and looked at him with a cold expression. "What are you laughing at?"
As soon as Feng Chi entered the door, he saw his wife naked, bending over to arrange their clothes, pulling and tugging at them, muttering to herself. Her hair was a mess, wet and disheveled, like a drowned cat.
Feng Chi approached and softly took his wife's hand. "Nothing, I just think my wife is so cute."
Wen Jiu snorted coldly; he couldn't stand that term right now. "Who are you calling 'wife'?"
Feng Chi readily agreed, "Husband."
Wen Jiu's expression softened slightly.
Feng Chi obediently took the towel to dry his hair, but paused when he raised his hand. Wen Jiu tilted his head. "What's wrong?"
The man looked down at Wen Jiu's shoes, gestured above his head, and suppressed a laugh, "Honey, are you wearing height-increasing insoles?"
Wen Jiu's lips twitched. "... Heh, is there... is there?"
Feng Chi couldn't help but tilt his head and smile, "No, I must have misread it."
Wen Jiu tried his best to maintain his limited dignity, keeping his head down and remaining silent.
Feng Chi lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Jiu Jiu's flushed face and tightly bitten lower lip. His heart felt as sweet as melting honey.
I gently wiped and dried his hair, then reached out and ruffled it. His hair was fluffy and soft, and the feel of it was so comfortable it was addictive.
Feng Chi: "Alright, let's go eat."
"Oh." Wen Jiu changed back into her bear slippers and tried to stay as far away from Feng Chi as possible, but seeing his silent, downcast expression, she felt somewhat apologetic.
Actually, it has nothing to do with Feng Chi; it's just that he's too proud to admit it, Xiaojiu thought to herself.
Feng Chi is really good to him. Although he's a bit of a beast in bed, he's always taken good care of him, doing his laundry and cooking for him. Even though he has a ton of work to do at the company, he spends every day with him.
These days when just the two of us are together are quite heartwarming.
I like it very much.
After thinking it through, Wen Jiu couldn't bear to argue with him and proactively picked up some food for him, saying, "You've worked hard, eat more."
Feng Chi raised his eyes, a hint of surprise in his gaze.
He hadn't even figured out how to appease his wife, and she'd already... calmed down?
What are you looking at me for?
"Look at you." Feng Chi pushed the peeled shrimp in the bowl to him, his eyes filled with a smile as thick as spring water, almost overflowing.
His voice was sweet and tingling, "My wife is so wonderful."
Wen Jiu lowered her head and ate her rice, her ears turning red with embarrassment, and a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Feng Chi smiled slightly, in a good mood, and continued to serve his wife food and peel shrimp.
At this moment, Feng Chi was incredibly alluring, his brows filled with a lazy, contented smile, and his naturally affectionate phoenix eyes looked over gently and quietly, obedient and beautiful.
Her face was clearly cold and aloof; it was impossible to associate it with the mundane realities of daily life.
But his hands were peeling shrimp, his long, slender, pale fingers stained with oil, yet he seemed oblivious.
After peeling a whole plate of shrimp, he took out two wet wipes and slowly wiped his hands.
Wrap the delicate fingers in a wet wipe, then slowly remove it.
The package is then removed.
Wen Jiu's breathing became soft, her eyes unconsciously drawn to the man's actions, and she chewed absentmindedly before swallowing whole.
It was an ordinary action, but because she had done so many sensitive things lately, Wen Xiaojiu found everything strange.
He choked, his face turning red.
"What's wrong?" Feng Chi quickly got up to pour his wife some water and fed it to her. "Did she choke?"
Wen Jiu was startled again and subconsciously looked up at him, only to see that the man's eyelids were lowered and his expression was worried.
She sighed, patted him on the back, and said, "Eat slowly, no rush."
Wen Jiu pouted, looking aggrieved.
Waaaaah, what am I going to do if he's not clean anymore?!
He Wen Xiaojiu! She's not pure anymore!!!
Feng Chi: "..."
" Feng Chi me ask you, how have you been feeling these past few days?"
Wen Jiu put down her chopsticks, grabbed his hand, and asked shyly but still boldly:
"It's that aspect, isn't it... lacking? Your mind is full of strange thoughts!"
The kind of person who can misinterpret a single action or word!
Feng Chi chuckled, already quite content. "Honey, we need to be more moderate; your health is important too."
Wen Jiu:... Wh-what do you mean?
Is he really the only one overthinking this?
Has he been pestering Feng Chi all these days?
But, he was scared at first too!
But later it seems that she didn't reject it at all; on the contrary, she quite liked it.
Feng Chi hugged her and shook her. "Wife?"
Wen Xiaojiu felt dazed, as if she were a petrified stick figure that would dissipate with a gust of wind.
Feng Chi couldn't bear to tease her any longer, so he reached out and pinched his wife's soft cheek, then leaned in and kissed her.
"The person sitting in front of me is you, how could I possibly feel satisfied?"
Wen Jiu:?
"Baby, how can you be so cute?"
Wen Jiu heard the teasing laughter in his voice, and felt embarrassed and angry. Just as she was about to utter a curse, Feng Chi reached out and pulled her onto his lap.
He rubbed against me like a big dog, clearly adoring me. "These are normal desires between lovers, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I love you, so I want to be close to you and possess you."
Feng Chi pressed his forehead against his, gazing up into his clear, beautiful eyes.
"I'm overjoyed that you like being close to me."
With a "biu" sound, the little flame of anger in Wen Jiu's heart was extinguished.
Blushing, she hurriedly pushed him away, "You're crazy!"
"I'm not talking to you anymore!"
Wen Jiu got off his lap and went to get her own bowl. "Eat your food, don't get handsy, it's so lewd!"
"People who just want to do nothing are most afraid of encountering someone like you!"
Feng Chi rested his chin on his hand, a smile playing in his eyes, "Then, darling, how about you eat me after you finish your meal?"
Wen Jiu's eyes widened instantly, and her hand holding the chopsticks trembled!
Look at this! Is this even human language?!
But Little Hubby Feng looked really pitiful. "You've aroused me, and it's making me feel uncomfortable."
"..."
"You're going to work tomorrow, traveling all over the country. I might not see you every day, and we'll rarely have the chance to sit down and eat together."
"..."
I can't see you, I can't kiss you.
"..."
"Forget it, you definitely don't want to." Feng Chi obediently ate his food. "I thought you could accept having sex with me."
"So, you still don't like it."
Wen Jiu's face turned pale and red in turns, displaying a variety of colors, and her features were all scrunched up.
"No! "Wen Xiaojiu roared inwardly. "Did he say he wouldn't accept it?!"
Did anyone say they didn't like it?!
How could one possibly admit to indulging in lewdness during the day?
Can't he just be a little shy or reserved?
Doesn't he have any pride?
Wen Jiu felt that the rice in her bowl didn't taste good anymore!
After they finished eating, Feng Chi got up to wash the dishes, Wen Jiu grabbed him desperately, saying, "This is the last time!"
With a slight smile, Feng Chi placed the bowl into the pool.
Her gaze fell on his thin, crimson lips, and her voice was soft and sweet with a smile, "Yes, sir."
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A mother's perspective: Cats have their pride too.