pjbooks Chapter 120 Baby Can't Get Enough Food
Chapter 120 Baby Can't Get Enough Food
Wen Yu's lips pressed against Su Qingyao's earlobe, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive neck skin.
The voice carried a chilling stubbornness, each word seemingly etched from the depths of the soul.
"mine."
"My baby will always be mine."
Su Qingyao was slightly stung by the obsessive force in his words, her heart trembled slightly, but strangely, she felt no fear.
She couldn't even help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
You idiot Wen Yu, of course she's always been his.
She relaxed her body and hugged him back tightly, rubbing her cheek against his tense jaw.
"Yes, it's yours."
She responded gently, with complete trust and acceptance, "It has always been yours."
This response broke through the barrier that Wen Yu had been tightly sealed by extreme emotions, and Wen Yu's body stiffened for a moment.
Then, like a drowning man finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, he buried his face even more deeply in Su Qingyao's neck, drawing in the calming aura emanating from her.
Her uniquely sweet flavor seeped into Wen Yu's nostrils, constantly dispelling the darkness churning in his heart.
The baby said she was his.
This realization stirred up an even more violent storm in his chaotic mind.
Does this mean... she's willing to be hidden away and locked up by him, in a place where only he can see and touch her?
definitely is.
It must be like this.
Crazy ideas began to grow and spread.
But the next second, her focused and bright profile flashed before my eyes, as did the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke of her beloved field, and her radiant smile in the sunlight, free of any gloom...
No.
It can't be now.
At least, not now.
He couldn't scare her.
He couldn't break her dazzling wings with his own hands.
Wen Yu slowly took a few deep breaths, and when he exhaled, the force binding Su Qingyao loosened slightly. Although he still held her firmly in his arms, she was no longer too suffocating.
He raised his head, his eyes still red-rimmed, but he had forcibly suppressed the terrifying storm in his eyes, leaving only a deep and tender affection.
"Baby," his voice regained its usual calm, "these gifts... I love them so much."
He paused, as if searching for the right words, but in the end he only uttered a clumsy but sincere confession.
"I like it so much I don't know how to describe it, that's why I cried so uncontrollably. Will you laugh at me?"
Su Qingyao stepped back from his embrace, took out a pack of tissues from her small bag, pulled out one and gently wiped his wet eyes and cheeks, tilting her head and smiling.
"Luckily, I have a habit of carrying tissues with me, otherwise this room would probably be flooded with our young master Wen's tears."
She tapped the tip of his nose. "How come I never knew before that the renowned and intimidating Young Master Wen is actually a crybaby in private?"
Wen Yu grabbed her mischievous hand, pulled it to his lips, and affectionately rubbed his palm against hers, completely ignoring her teasing and admitting it directly.
"I'm only like this in front of you."
He looked up into her smiling eyes and gently coaxed, "Even if I'm a little crybaby, I'm still your little crybaby."
"Okay, okay," Su Qingyao's heart softened at his appearance, and she replied repeatedly, "My little crybaby, he's all mine, then..."
Her gaze swept over the mountain of gift boxes piled up beside her. "Are you going to open the rest of the gifts, little crybaby?"
Wen Yu lowered his head and quickly kissed her lips. "Take it off! Of course we'll take it off!"
"Not only will I dismantle them, but I will also carefully preserve each and every one of them! I'll fill our house with them in the future."
Su Qingyao chuckled, "Then you'll have to prepare a really, really big cabinet. I've prepared all the gifts you received from when you were 1 to now, from age 22."
She looked at him, her eyes filled with love and expectation.
"Although I've been absent from your life for the past 21 years, I will be there for you in the years to come."
These words carried more weight than any gift, striking Wen Yu directly to the heart.
Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but cup Su Qingyao's face in his hands again and kiss her deeply.
With cherished feelings, moved emotions, and lingering affection, their lips intertwined, and even the air seemed to become thick and sweet.
Wen Yu reluctantly let go only when Su Qingyao gently patted his shoulder, her breath unsteady.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy, his gaze deep and intense, revealing an undisguised longing.
Su Qingyao met his familiar, hungry gaze, glared at him irritably, and blushed slightly.
"Unwrap the presents! We agreed to unwrap the presents!"
She muttered softly, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment at Wen Yu's stamina, "They've been going on for three days and three nights, how come they're still..."
Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on her, his voice filled with a mixture of grievance and a righteous longing.
"It's all because the baby's food is too delicious, I can't get enough of it."
Su Qingyao blushed even more at his comment that she wasn't full, gave him a coquettish glare, and poked his chest with her finger.
"Greedy fool! The present is the star of today's show, not me!"
Wen Yu leaned in and kissed him several more times before finally stopping, the tears welling up in his eyes receding slightly.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, baby."
Su Qingyao tried to ignore his burning gaze and pulled him toward the next gift box.
The time that followed continued in a warm yet subtly tense atmosphere.
The gift for turning thirteen was a pair of high-end headphones, along with a card that read: "I've heard that thirteen-year-olds start to have their own taste in music. Hope you like it!"
Fourteen years old is like a complete set of hardcover science fiction novels. "Perhaps during the 'chuunibyou' phase, one might enjoy gazing at the stars and fantasizing about the future?"
Fifteen years old is a custom-made guitar with a small "WY" engraved on its body.
"My dear Yuyu, you're fifteen now. Shouldn't you learn some skills?"
Su Qingyao rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with a smile.
Wen Yu's slender fingers gently caressed the smooth body of the instrument. The cool touch seemed to subtly stir something within him, and his gaze involuntarily drifted away.
Fifteen.
It was the age when he had a secret and passionate crush on Bao Bao for a year, and it was also the time when his relationship with Wen Tianyao was at its most strained and the conflicts were most intense.
The man forcefully dragged him into the quagmire of family affairs, attempting to mold him into another qualified, cold-blooded heir.
In the suffocating oppression, teenagers' ways of rebelling are often intense and even self-destructive.
If there had truly been such a guitar back then, perhaps those emotions that were constantly pounding and tearing in my chest could have found a less hurtful outlet.
He nodded slightly, plucked the strings with his fingertips, and produced a low, tremolo sound.
"I need to learn some skills, otherwise how can I captivate our multi-talented and elegant goddess?"
Thinking of the many suitors and admirers around her, a shadow crossed Wen Yu's eyes.
He looked up at her, a hint of probing in his eyes, his tone deliberately relaxed.
"My baby gave me this. Does he like guys who play guitar?"