Chapter 132
Guaizai, seeing that Fang Zichen had not returned for a long time, was just about to slide off the bed to go look for him when Fang Zichen pushed the door open and came in.
Fang Zichen was yearning for Zhao Ger so much it made his heart itch. He immediately picked up Guaizai and used every method at his disposal to soothe him.
Guaizai's eyes soon grew heavy with drowsiness. Fang Zichen kissed him and said: "Good son, it's very late, sleep now!"
Lying in his arms, Guaizai let out a yawn, his large eyes glistening with tears as he asked, "Where is daddy?"
"Your daddy is in the kitchen," Fang Zichen replied.
"Is daddy still busy? Then Guaizai wants to go help," Guaizai said.
Fang Zichen stroked his cheek: "He's taking a bath, he'll come in soon."
Struggling against his sleepiness, Guaizai said: "When Guaizai falls asleep, will you still be here, Father?"
"I won't go, father will stay with you."
Fang Zichen carried him and walked around a few times, then sang a few songs. Soon, the sound of his long, even breaths came from his arms.
He gently placed Guaizai on the bed. The child fidgeted in his sleep, then drifted awake, dazed and confused, his small hand pulling at Fang Zichen's clothes: "Guaizai wants to be with father, doggie too, must tuck into the blanket."
"Okay!" Fang Zichen lay down beside him. Guaizai squeezed into his embrace, laying his face on Fang Zichen's chest, tightly clutching his clothes.
Once the child was completely sound asleep, Fang Zichen covered him with a thin quilt, Then he leaped from the bed, charged into the kitchen, and kicked the door open with a single forceful blow.
"Your Grandpa Sun (Sun Wukong) has arrived!"
Zhao Ger had just finished his bath and was stepping out of the tub. Startled by Fang Zichen's sudden intrusion, he hurriedly grabbed the clothes from nearby to cover himself.
In the warm, yellow firelight, his fragrant shoulders were half-exposed, his skin pale like lotus root after being soaked. A few drops of water trailed down from his neck, vanishing into the concealed unknown territory below.
The scene was beautiful and alluring.
Zhao Ger saw his wolf-like expression and stared dumbly, unable to speak for a moment. Then, flustered and annoyed, he said: "Husband, why didn't you knock?"
"I was launching a surprise attack! What's the point of knocking for a surprise attack?" Fang Zichen declared righteously. He walked over, embraced Zhao Ger, buried his face in the curve of his neck, and inhaled the scent clinging to his damp skin—a fragrance like green plum. His voice was low and hoarse: "Zhao Ger, I missed you so much."
Zhao Ger's face was flushed, and he seemed somewhat flustered and uneasy. He bit his lip. Inside the stove, only a faint flicker of firelight remained, casting a dim and uncertain glow. Just like before, he mustered courage gathered from every part of his being, wrapped his arms around Fang Zichen's waist, and said: "Husband, I... want you."
These words were like a single spark landing on a vast prairie. The fire surged forth violently, uncontrollable, and needing no control—a blazing force that set half the sky ablaze.
Fang Zichen's usually sharp gaze was now slightly hazy, his eyes burning with passion and deep affection. Though he appeared lean and not particularly robust, his physical stamina was astonishing. He held Zhao Ger firmly, his kiss dominating and possessive as he claimed the other man's mouth. Parting Zhao Ger's legs, he lifted him effortlessly from the floor. Zhao Ger closed his eyes, responding shyly. Then, the sound of footsteps reached his ears, and the door swung open. His heartbeat instantly quickened, and his body trembled intensely.
He was afraid, nervous, expectant, and eager.
Fang Zichen's whole demeanor was slightly violent. He laid Zhao Ge'er on the bed, kissing his cheek affectionately and tenderly. He held his face in his hands. As their eyes met, Zhao Ge'er seemed to have his mind taken over, as if drunk, not quite sober. His eyes grew misty, lips glistening as their tongues intertwined. Fang Zichen's hand caressed his waist while deepening the kiss, drawing the very breath from him.
After all, it wasn't their first time. Fang Zichen was familiar with every part of him. They were husband and wife, the most intimately connected people in the world. Zhao Ger's body trembled, his tongue grew somewhat numb, and his entire body went soft. Even his flat, pale stomach quivered slightly. When Fang Zichen's lips and tongue finally withdrew from his mouth, Zhao Ger felt as if he could barely breathe, the corners of his eyes tinged with a flush of red.
Their panting grew increasingly rapid and loud...
"Zhao Ger..." Fang Zichen's tone was deep, completely unlike his usual casual and playful self. The sudden shift in demeanor left Zhao Ger briefly disoriented, but before he could process it, Fang Zichen's lips were on his once more.
Lips and tongues entwined, breaths mingled.
Zhao Ger's face was flushed as if tinged with peach blossom pink, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
Trembling, he reached out to wrap his arms around Fang Zichen's neck. He wanted to hold Fang Zichen, to draw closer to him, to press against him. But Fang Zichen suddenly stopped, his expression shifting slightly.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
Uncontrollably, Fang Zichen recalled that dream—the one where Zhao Ger had been just like this, wrapping his arms around that man's neck...
He didn't want to dig into Zhao Ger's past. It wasn't that he didn't care, but rather that regardless of whether Zhao Ger had acted willingly or been forced back then, everything was now in the past.
One must look forward, there was no need to cling obsessively to what was over. Since Zhao Ger never brought it up, it was likely too painful and shameful to put into words. He had once uncontrollably torn open that old scar, leaving it bleeding profusely, and he himself had suffered for it. This time, no matter what, he shouldn't do that again.
Besides, it was just a dream.
"It's nothing," Fang Zichen said.
Zhao Ger propped himself up and kissed him. "Then... shall we continue?"
Fang Zichen nibbled on his face. "Of course! The revolution has not yet succeeded, how can we abandon it halfway?"
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After seeing Fang Zichen off, Li Yisheng wandered aimlessly through the streets. The medical hall was busy, and he should have returned early. But remembering that Xie Xiaoyu was still there, if he went back now, he would likely run into him...
As evening approached, he leisurely made his way back to the medical hall. Just as he entered the rear courtyard, the voice of his Second Aunt Li reached him.
"Yu Ger, I'm truly sorry for my loss of composure today."
"It's alright."
Li Yisheng's steps halted.
Xie Xiaoyu actually hadn't left yet.
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