Chapter 39: The Cub is Angry. Song Qingshu woke up this morning...

When Song Qingshu woke, he frowned at an indescribable soreness, but He Feng didn't seem to notice, instead holding him tighter. He

groaned, and only then did he open his eyes, meeting Song Qingshu's slightly moistened ones and his bitten lips.

Even after a night of kissing, the swelling from last night's kiss hadn't completely subsided, and they looked a bit redder than usual.

He didn't realize it, but from his neck down, traces of ambiguity covered his face. Lying sideways in bed, looking at him like this, it was nothing short of seduction.

Mornings are always exciting, and sensing He Feng's heat, Song Qingshu shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, "No more."

It seemed he hadn't fully grasped last night's experience: speaking in bed would always be interpreted the other way around.

Outside, Xiaohua pried at the door, meowing, calling to her two masters to feed her.

Unfortunately, the people in the room were already absorbed in their own affairs, and aside from the panting and occasional moans, nothing else could be heard.

He Feng had been restrained last night, not wanting to go too far, and this morning, he thought he hadn't done much bullying. He even found time to pour Song Qingshu a glass of warm water.

Because his hoarseness was so distressing, whenever he wanted to scream, He Feng would silence it with kisses, only to hear the gentle whispers escaping from his nose.

He was delighted, even more unbridled. Song Qingshu's grip on the bed sheet tightened, his toes rising.

Seeing that he couldn't bear it any longer, He Feng pulled him back into his arms and kissed the shell of his ear. "Baby?"

Song Qingshu tilted his head and muttered something.

He Feng didn't catch it, and frowned. "What?"

He pressed his ear to Song Qingshu's lips, soft and still slightly moist, and the wet words fell on his ears.

He Feng, who heard it clearly, felt like he had been injected with an overdose of stimulants. His mind was filled with Song Qingshu's soft voice and shy, pleading tone.

Until the room was once again filled with the smell of hormones, Song Qingshu was too tired to move and just wanted to sleep.

He Feng's mind was still echoing with his words, "Brother, move."

Song Qingshu, who was still immersed in pleasure, trembled at the touch. His slender body was like grass blown by the spring breeze, trembling slightly.

Song Qingshu felt sore and weak all over his body.

"Are you hungry, little one?" He Feng asked as he got up and put on his clothes.

People who were extremely tired were too lazy to even talk. Song Qingshu turned his head away, leaving him with only a round, fluffy back of his head.

He Feng was amused by his reaction. He pressed the corner of his mouth and leaned over to kiss the back of his neck. The red mark there was not very obvious. If he bit too hard, it would hurt Song Qingshu to put on his clothes.

"Are you angry, little one?"

Song Qingshu hummed with his eyes closed, not wanting to use his voice.

He Feng's face was beaming with life, his spirits high. Song Qingshu's exposed arm was covered in bite marks. If he hadn't been too weak to hold him back, he would have bitten him a few more times.

The man, unaware of his thoughts, rubbed his head and coaxed him softly, "Sleep a little longer, sweetie. I'll go cook."

"Wait until your throat feels better before you get mad at me, okay?"

Song Qingshu snorted back, the murmur of air escaping from his nose pleasant to He Feng's ears. He smiled, "Then I agree, sweetie."

He then kissed Song Qingshu's left pulse point again, feeling the vibrant pulse there. He stood up, tucked Song Qingshu's arm back under the covers, and left satisfied.

He Feng closed the door to the inner room to prevent any naive kittens from entering and disturbing him. The door to the main room was open, but he didn't see Xiaohua, who had been meowing earlier.

He turned to look into the yard. Sure enough, Xiaohei had dug out the pig's trotter bones he had hidden. He chewed the large one himself and gave the smaller one to Xiaohua.

A cat and a dog were happily licking and chewing a pig's trotter bone.

He Feng didn't care, thinking about what to eat this morning, as he still had to coax people later.

He still wanted to ask about the water chestnuts, so he rode his bicycle to the South Bridge. Li Shen was working there, and there were quite a few people working today.

Seeing him coming, many people greeted him and asked why he didn't come to work today.

He Feng looked energetic and didn't seem to be sick. It didn't seem like he had anything wrong to come to the South Bridge. People jokingly asked if he had hidden a treasure at home. He Feng

smiled and nodded, without saying anything.

It was indeed a treasure, a treasure that he wished he could hide at home forever and never take it out to see, but also contradictory to want to show off.

Li Shen stopped what he was doing and looked at He Feng on the shore, "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask if there are any water chestnuts left in the village? I want to buy some back."

Li Shen thought about it, and he did have some at home. He planted it late, dug it out the other day, and ate half of it yesterday.

He smiled and waved at He Feng, "No need, I'll get you something when I get home at noon."

He Feng thanked him and said he had something to do at home, then rode away on his bicycle.

The people in Hejia Village behind him could see that He Feng was very happy today.

Song Qingshu slept until after ten o'clock when He Feng called him. His eyes were hazy and he wanted to pull the quilt to continue sleeping.

He Feng kissed his lips, "Get up, baby."

Song Qingshu, who was not fully rested, did not want to get up and stayed in bed, but he loved cleanliness and would not eat without getting up to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He Feng asked.

Song Qingshu nodded, and pointed to his waist and legs with his fingers because he didn't want to talk. He Feng nodded, put clothes on him, and held him in his arms like a child.

Song Qingshu put his arms around his neck and was taken to the yard. He Feng held his legs with his arms, poured water into his quilt with one hand, squeezed toothpaste on it, and handed it to him.

Song Qingshu, who fully understood the feeling of being unable to take care of himself, did not feel embarrassed this time and accepted He Feng's consideration with peace of mind.

After all, it was all his fault.

He brushed his teeth by himself, and when he rinsed his mouth, He Feng put it to his lips, then bent down and spit it out. He Feng wet a towel with warm water and wiped his face.

Song Qingshu was a little shocked when he saw two towels hanging on the clothesline. He asked, regardless of his hoarse voice, "Why are you using that towel?"

One was the one He Feng used to wipe his face before, and the other was the one Song Qingshu used to wipe his face before.

He Feng thought he was talking about the towel he had snatched away, "I've washed it many times, baby, it doesn't smell like you anymore."

"I used yours to wipe my face yesterday."

He Feng looked into his eyes, "It was dark outside yesterday, and I took the wrong one."

In fact, it was not true, He Feng did it on purpose.

He wanted to put his towel on top of Song Qingshu's towel. Anyway, both towels were used to wipe his face before, so there was nothing wrong with using them.

And if he replaced this one, he could get a towel similar to Song Qingshu's new towel.

According to Song Qingshu, it should be a romantic one.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a moment, "Then brother, please change another towel."

He Feng carried him back to the bed in the room, but didn't let him sit directly. He took the pillow from his bed and used it as a cushion before he felt relieved.

"Stop talking, baby. Eat something. At noon, I'll make you some pear tea to moisten your throat."

Song Qingshu didn't really want to talk. He pursed his lips, blinked , and nodded.

The clothes He Feng put on him were the ones he bought in the city. The cotton clothes were comfortable to wear, not itchy or irritating, but a little long on his arms.

He noticed the color was wrong, and took a closer look to make sure it was He Feng's.

If there was something he missed in his old world, Song Qingshu would answer clothes and electronic products.

But the pure cotton clothes at this time were really pure cotton. He was wearing shorts on his legs, and the top was He Feng's, with an oversized style.

It was quite fashionable.

He Feng walked in with an egg custard. Song Qingshu had told him before that adding half water when stewing egg custard would make it look better and taste more tender.

But He Feng always forgets when he cooks, but today he remembered it, and stewed a smooth and tender egg custard, and a small bowl of rice soup with oatmeal and raisins.

Song Qingshu was fed by him mouthful by mouthful, and sometimes he would blow on it himself when he was fed before, but this time he just enjoyed He Feng's service with all his heart.

He leaned against the headboard, and opened his mouth every time He Feng fed him a mouthful.

Sesame oil was poured on the egg custard, and it smelled very good. It seemed that the pot had been burning on a low fire, waiting for him to wake up and eat.

Even the rice soup on the bedside table was smoking, and Song Qingshu couldn't help but curl his eyes.

He Feng didn't know what funny thing he was thinking of, and he glanced at him twice, and it seemed that it was related to him.

He Feng fed him the last mouthful, and the iron spoon fell on the wall of the white porcelain bowl with a jingle.

"At noon, we will make clear soup noodles, and tonight, I will steam water chestnuts for you."

Song Qingshu raised his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes that could speak. Even if Song Qingshu didn't open his mouth, He Feng knew what he wanted to say.

The rice soup had cooled for a while, but it was still a little hot. He Feng stirred it with the porcelain spoon inside, "Have you ever eaten water chestnuts?"

Song Qingshu shook his head. In his original world, he seemed to have never heard of this thing.

"It looks like the horns on a cow's head. The outer shell is very hard, and the inside is sweet and sticky when steamed. It's similar to chestnuts, but sweeter."

After his explanation, Song Qingshu nodded. Chestnuts are delicious, and this thing will definitely be more delicious.

The rice soup was almost done, so He Feng fed him again, with raisins in each spoonful. He waited until Song Qingshu's bulging cheeks disappeared and his mouth stopped moving before feeding him the next mouthful.

Song Qingshu chewed slowly, but he didn't get annoyed. He just stared at people's mouths.

It seemed that it was still a little swollen.

The bowl wasn't full to begin with, but Song Qingshu finished almost everything. He poked He Feng's hand, asking him to look at his mouth, and silently said, "I'm full. I don't want to eat lunch."

He Feng stared at his mouth, not even realizing what he was saying. Song Qingshu continued, "Then I'll sleep a little longer. Don't call me for lunch."

He Feng finally realized, "That's not much to eat. I need to eat something for lunch. I'll cook later, and we can eat at two in the afternoon."

Song Qingshu's eyes widened.

"I'm not that hungry anyway. You go to sleep. I'll go wash the dishes." He Feng removed the pillow, helped him lie down, and tucked it back around his waist.

As he lifted it, he accidentally stretched his waist, causing Song Qingshu to groan.

Their thoughts were brought back to a moment of intimacy.

One covered his face with the quilt, while the other left the room without stopping.

After all, one was at the age of vigor and vitality, the other was at the peak of his energy. Dry firewood and simmering fire could ignite at the slightest spark.

He Feng stood outside the house and took a breath. Fortunately, he had only thought about it and had not kissed his beautiful lips again.

Song Qingshu buried himself in the quilt, feeling the scent of their intertwined feelings. His heartbeat quickened, and the quilt that had been covering his face was pressed down to his chin.

He wanted to reach out and pat his face to stop thinking about it.

He was really tired, and soon he fell asleep again.