Chapter 156
Wu Shuang was laid flat on the bed, his face upwards. Xiao Zhuang’s eyes were red, his mind dominated by desire. He grabbed the slender ankles of his wife and after a few rubs, he entered.
Wu Shuang frowned in pain, but still tightly clung to Xiao Zhuang’s neck, gritting his teeth without making a sound.
At first, it was a bit awkward, but it soon became smooth.
There was a significant difference in their body sizes; Wu Shuang’s body felt incredibly light in comparison. Xiao Zhuang had to occasionally grab his waist to pull him closer.
This time didn’t last long; it was quickly over.
Xiao Zhuang lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling and panting heavily, feeling completely relieved, as if he had just drunk refreshing water in the scorching heat.
After a while, his breathing calmed down, and he looked at the person next to him.
Wu Shuang lay on his side with half-closed eyes, one hand on his chest and abdomen, the other on the bed, breathing steadily as if asleep.
Xiao Zhuang’s gaze lingered on his abdomen, where the red mark was gradually fading.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Xiao Zhuang looked at him.
Wu Shuang’s eyelids twitched, and he looked up at Xiao Zhuang.
Xiao Zhuang looked somewhat embarrassed and asked softly, “Are you okay?”
Wu Shuang nodded, his lips a bit dry.
“I’m fine.”
Xiao Zhuang’s gaze swept over his lips.
Wu Shuang moved his hand from his waist and tried hard to reach for the blanket piled beside him.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhuang quickly leaned over and reached out to help him pull a corner of the blanket over. But when he lowered his head to cover him, his movements suddenly stopped.
It was then that he realized his face was almost touching Wu Shuang’s.
Xiao Zhuang’s heart seemed to skip a beat. The fierce burning passion that had just been extinguished suddenly reignited.
He stared at Wu Shuang’s dry lips for a moment, then suddenly leaned down and kissed him.
Almost as soon as he kissed him, Wu Shuang opened his lips, allowing him easy access.
The blanket was pushed aside again, and Xiao Zhuang lifted his head, panting, and asked, “Can we do it again?”
Wu Shuang looked at him and nodded.
Xiao Zhuang lowered his head again to kiss his lips. After kissing, he looked at his chest for a while before lowering his head there again.
Wu Shuang raised his hand and held his head, stroking his hair gently, with a sense of indulgence and affection. He allowed Xiao Zhuang to do as he pleased, only lightly humming when he couldn’t bear it anymore.
This time lasted a long time, and towards the end, Wu Shuang was already somewhat dazed.
After it was over, Xiao Zhuang fetched hot water to help him clean up. Wu Shuang had already fallen into a deep sleep, not waking up no matter how Xiao Zhuang moved him.
Xiao Zhuang looked at the marks on his body, feeling quite guilty.
After tidying up, Xiao Zhuang was too stimulated to sleep for a while.
He sat on the bed and pulled the blanket over Wu Shuang beside him, looking at his small face and pointed chin, thinking to himself, “He hasn’t had a stable life for over ten years. What he wants is just security. Why make this young and pitiful guy live in fear every day?”
“If he wants security, I should give it to him. Since I’ve already decided to spend a lifetime with him, what’s the point of calculating gains and losses?”
Xiao Zhuang figured it out and stopped worrying. He felt a lot more relaxed.
He blew out the oil lamp, lay back in bed, and leaned close to the person beside him, holding him gently in his arms before closing his eyes.
Although he had been quite awake just now, after lying down for a while, fatigue crept in, and Xiao Zhuang quickly fell asleep.
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Early the next morning, Xiao Zhuang quietly went to the next room.
His mother and Xiao Ling were cooking over the fire. Seeing him alone, they glanced behind him.
Xiao Zhuang scratched his head and said, “Xiao Shuang caught a cold and isn’t feeling well, so I let him rest more.”
Xiao Zhuang’s mother frowned when she heard this.
“Go borrow a carriage from your master’s house and bring the old doctor here to see him.”
Xiao Zhuang hurriedly said, “No need, he’s not seriously ill. Resting and drinking more hot water will do.”
Xiao Zhuang’s mother looked serious.
“You boys are as stubborn as calves. When you’re sick, you’re not afraid, but he’s weak. How long does he have to endure this on his own before he gets better?”
With that, she stood up and patted herself, as if she intended to go over to check on him herself.
Xiao Zhuang dared not let his mother go over there. He quickly stopped her and said, “Really no need. He’s resting well. If you go over, he’ll definitely get up and won’t lie down anymore.”
His mother said, “Am I that scary?”
She gave her son a displeased look but still listened to him and sat back down.
Xiao Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the pot, and said, “Is that chicken leg stew? I’ll bring him two.”
His mother was already suspicious, and when she heard him ask for chicken legs, she knew something was amiss.
Someone with a cold shouldn’t eat meat.
Still, she fetched a bowl, filled it with mostly rice, two chicken legs, and some vegetables.
Xiao Zhuang carefully carried it out, protecting it as he left.
His mother stared at her son for a while, noticing the tiredness on his face but also a joyful glint in his eyes. When she mentioned Wu Shuang, there was a subtle change in his expression.
After Xiao Zhuang left, his mother thought for a moment, handed over her chores to Xiao Ling, and went inside to find Xiao Zhuang’s father.
After breakfast, Xiao Zhuang’s father solemnly called his eldest son into the room. It was difficult for him to bring up such matters, but since it was something his wife had instructed, he had to handle it.
After pondering for a while, he finally managed to say with a serious tone, “Son, could you please be gentler at night? Don’t tire out your husband so much that he can’t function properly!”
Xiao Zhuang blushed deeply and awkwardly muttered, “Uh-huh,” then hurriedly left the room.
With time before opening the shop, Xiao Zhuang returned to his own room.
By now, Wu Shuang had already woken up, sitting at the head of the bed and eating from a bowl held close to his chest, taking small bites.
To give him more food, Xiao Zhuang’s mother had brought out the largest bowl in the house, making Wu Shuang’s head look small in comparison when he ate with lowered eyes.
Suddenly, Wu Shuang looked even younger, pitifully like a child.
It was at this moment that Xiao Zhuang remembered Wu Shuang had just turned eighteen earlier this year, two years older than Xiao Hong, practically still a half-grown kid.
Realizing this, Xiao Zhuang felt even more guilty.
He slowly walked to the bedside. Under Wu Shuang’s watchful gaze, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Wu Shuang asked, “Have you eaten?”
His voice still a little hoarse.
Xiao Zhuang nodded, his lips twitching as he replied, “I’ve eaten.”
Wu Shuang continued to eat with his head bowed.
After a while, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Xiao Zhuang, saying, “You don’t need to worry about last night. From now on, whatever you decide to do, I’ll go along with it.”
Xiao Zhuang took a deep breath, grabbed Wu Shuang’s hand, and said, “It was my fault before. I won’t bring up those matters again in the future.”
Wu Shuang looked at him for a moment, didn’t say anything, and lowered his head to eat again.
After picking at the food for a while, leaving most of it in the bowl, he pushed the bowl towards Xiao Zhuang and said, “It’s too much. I really can’t eat anymore.”
Xiao Zhuang took the bowl and chopsticks and quickly finished the remaining food in three or four bites.
After finishing, he put down the bowl and noticed Wu Shuang staring at him intently.
When their eyes met, Wu Shuang smiled faintly, reached over from his side, and took a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Xiao Zhuang’s mouth.
Xiao Zhuang had seen him smile before, but this was the first time he had smiled at him like that.
Wu Shuang looks so good when he smiles.
Xiao Zhuang was stunned.
