Chapter 77 - Indulge in This Moment of Gentleness
“I didn't say no, but aren't you busy?”
Ye Zichen gestured towards the laptop that Mu Sifa had released and gently reminded him.
“It's not a big issue. I might as well give you a hug and coax you out of your slumber,” he chuckled.
Ye Zichen patted his chest and took in a deep breath.
Shang Xiaojie suddenly burst into laughter, remarking, “You resemble an elderly gentleman!”
Mu Sifa responded with a grin, “Aren't I?”
This was due to the few years' gap between him and Shang Xiaojie, which undoubtedly earned him the title of an “uncle” when compared to Shang Xiaojie.
“Is that so?” Shang Xiaojie playfully retorted, gazing directly at Mu Sifa's face. Then, he continued, “But honestly, you don't look like an uncle at all! You appear incredibly handsome and youthful.”
These were Shang Xiaojie's genuine thoughts, not mere flattery.
According to his understanding, someone typically labeled an “uncle” should be a mature individual over the age of 30.
Although Mu Sifa possessed maturity, he hadn't quite reached the “uncle” level.
“Darling, I just turned off the engine. Are you attempting to reignite it?” Mu Sifa inquired with a slight frown.
“No, I'm just speaking the truth,” Shang Xiaojie replied.
Shang Xiaojie felt extremely embarrassed. Mu Sifa was always the one behind the wheel, and he often drove unexpectedly.
“Really?”
He frowned in doubt.
Actually, he knew Shang Xiaojie didn't do it on purpose. He just wanted to tease Shang Xiaojie and see what expression he would show.
Shang Xiaojie was embarrassed. A smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was very satisfied.
“It's true, who purposely lit the fire?”
Shang Xiaojie was trying to find a hole to jump into, but Mu Sifa misunderstood him.
“Hurry up and get busy, I'm going to sleep.”
Shang Xiaojie struggled to get down from Mu Sifa's arms, but Mu Sifa didn't let him go. How could he break free?
“Let go!”
Shang Xiaojie pried Mu Sifa's big hand that was hugging his waist to let him have his freedom.
“Stay with me for a while longer.”
Mu Sifa shamelessly grazed Shang Xiaojie's chest, healing himself.
Despite his recent busyness, he made sure to spend quality time with Shang Xiaojie and even escorted him to school.
His current sense of entrapment and insomnia stemmed from a growing fear that something untoward might have occurred at the hospital, making him desperately seek a remedy.
Observing Mu Sifa's profound fatigue, Shang Xiaojie couldn't bring himself to push him away and simply allowed him to linger.
The opportunity to assist Mu Sifa brought him immense joy.
Usually, he felt helpless, relying heavily on Mu Sifa's cooperation. Occasionally, the roles reversed, and he became the supporting shoulder when Mu Sifa was weary.
Mu Sifa was deeply touched by Shang Xiaojie's tenderness.
How could he not be moved? Initially treating Shang Xiaojie as little more than an object, Shang Xiaojie still stayed with him due to his words. Shang Xiaojie never resisted and willingly remained by his side.
What was he to do with this young one? Could he truly be heartless toward him in the future, after bonding in this way?
Mu Sifa suddenly found himself doubting. After all, his initial purpose for keeping Shang Xiaojie here was clear.
Subconsciously, Mu Sifa tightly embraced Shang Xiaojie's body and sought out his lips.
Despite Shang Xiaojie's initial shock, he did not push Mu Sifa away. Instead, he allowed Mu Sifa to take the lead with a slightly flushed face.
The more compliant Shang Xiaojie was, the more Mu Sifa felt like a monster.
In an effort to avoid overthinking, he set aside his worries and immersed himself in this moment of intimacy.
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