MW CH62

Chapter 62: Good Boy, Do As I Taught You

On the bedroom’s big bed, I leaned against the headboard, pad on my knees—sketching to kill time while chatting with Mochuan, off and on.

Post-candy Mochuan turned into a good boy—mild, agreeable, downright chipper—answering whatever I asked.

Seized the chance—went bold—probed about He Mingbo.

“Why’d you stop Little Yuan from chasing that scumbag?”

Mochuan lay sideways facing me, eyes half-shut, one hand fidgeting with my pajama hem—like I’d bolt while he slept.

“He’s too young—I’m scared… he’ll get hurt.” Slow words—lashes quivered, didn’t open. “Scared he still hopes for He Mingbo—like my sister—thinking he’s got some excuse.” Paused, then— “Actually, I found He Mingbo before you.”

My stylus—sketching his sleeping face—froze. Sat up—stared, stunned. “You found him already?”

Thick, fan-like lashes lifted—he tilted up. “Two years ago.”

Stunned a beat—mind raced—tangled—melted into a long sigh.

Flopped back—rued. “Should’ve checked with you sooner—wasted all that effort.”

Now—my secrets, guesses—pure self-smartassery. Asked him first—no fight.

Sensing my slump, Mochuan scooted closer—long arm hooked my waist—face buried in my side.

“Ask me anything from now on—I’ll tell you.”

So clingy…

Eyed the lump at my waist—patted his arm, helpless. “How do I sketch you like this?”

Unfazed—didn’t let go—tightened instead.

Next morning—woke in his arms again. 1.8-meter bed—slept like it’s 1 meter.

Felt his forehead—fever gone. Tried rising—half-up, his arm yanked me back.

Top pajama button undone—collarbone bare. Mochuan—intentional or not—nuzzled my neck, breath on skin, hair tickling with each puff—itchy as hell.

“Big bed—you crowding me’s not tight?” Teased, ruffling his hair.

Thought he’s half-out—wouldn’t bite. Nope—awake—bit back.

“Your bed’s too big—I don’t like it.”

Dry lips grazed my collarbone—hot breath—shivered, couldn’t help it.

Temple bed’s small—two on it, arms bump, feet touch—spacing out’s impossible.

“Big beds got perks,” I said. “Feel it—you’ll get it.”

He’s healed—fight’s done—brain’s back to filthy.

Rare home visit—leaving no mark’d be a shame.

“Just softer to sleep…” Mochuan—clueless to my drift—took it literal.

Up—checked his temp. Cough lingered—temp normal. Morning with him—afternoon, studio, then Sun Manman.

Studio—promo video shoot. Done—hit her school—near four.

Sat on a bench—watched passersby—munched ice cream.

“Cold!” Sun Manman shivered.

“Didn’t you say you’re fine?” Gloved—chomped my cone—cold-proof.

She glared—gritted teeth—like a silent contest—wolfed hers down—hood up, zipper maxed—half-face out.

“…Bro, my world just crashed.” Stared at the crowd—sudden.

She’s been down—WeChat chats gloomy. Worried she’d bottle it up—met her solo.

“Before, I just thought—do I like it, care about it? Last month—I’m planning—graduate, teach in Pengge, help those kids, be like Teacher Zhou… Now—I gotta think of Mom. Dad’s like that—I can’t stress her more.”

Overnight—she grew up. Innocent kid to sensible adult.

I’d rather she stayed a kid forever.

“No teaching—you can still do what you love. Money’s no issue—big bro’s got it.” Patted her hooded head.

Shook her head. “Your cash is yours—I’m grown—can’t mooch. I’ll earn my own—don’t worry.”

Proud—yet gut-punched. “Our dad’s a mess—but his kids? Top-notch—nothing like him.”

“Maybe ‘cause… good wives.” She laughed first.

Her laugh sparked mine.

Cheered her up—Haicheng’s sky went full dark.

Grabbed takeout from a diner across Haida—home, saw Mochuan—back to me—gazing at the night through the floor-to-ceiling window—on a call.

“Yeah—much better… Back day after tomorrow.”

Shedding my coat—froze. Day after? That soon?

Gotta plan the rest—can’t waste it.

Call done—I unpacked the food—spread it out.

No nudge—he sat opposite—fever gone—back to normal.

“Tomorrow—anywhere you wanna go?” Ate—asked.

Paused—chopsticks hit rice—looked up. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah—no ideas, I’ll plan.”

Rare Haicheng trip—wanted couple stuff.

“Where?” Eyes dropped—scooped a rice ball—ate.

“Movie? Then dinner—back…” Paused, loaded. “For something else.”

Lashes flickered. “Good.” No objections.

Love him any way—but that sick-only clingy pup vanishing? Kinda sad.

“Wanna watch me wash?” Pre-bathroom—teased.

Coughed—glanced—deadpan. “No need.”

Fine—huffed—went in.

His turn—I eyed the door—water hummed—barged in, no heads-up.

Like he knew—rinsing—watched me strip—zero shock, zero words.

“Just healed—no main course tonight.” Grinned—thoughtful vibe. “Hands get old—how about I teach you something new?” Stepped in—pinned him to the wall.

Hair soaked—half-covered eyes—gaze dark, murky.

“Teach what?”

Fingers traced his taut muscles—half-knelt—looked up. “Teach you—how many ways humans chase joy.”

Hooked a smirk—leaned in—mouth opened under his stare.

Fingers dug into my hair—breath hitched—hard. Held his leg—thigh tensed—rock-solid.

“Where’d you… learn this?”

Pulled back—licked my lips. “Big city’s dirty—not pure like your folks.”

Pure—no taste—veggie diet, maybe?

“Don’t like it—I’ll stop.” Moved to stand—he pressed my head back.

Swept wet bangs—smooth forehead bared.

“Not dislike…” Panted light—fingers slid to my earlobe—kneaded—half-coax, half-whine. “Keep going.”

Zap—scalp tingled—control slipped—rhythm shot.

Snapped to—jaw ached—breath short—mouth full of him.

He yanked me up—no words—lunged to kiss.

Dodged. “Wait—gotta rinse—”

Like he’s deaf—chased—locked me in.

Warm water trailed skin—grabbed my wrist—his turn—pinned me.

“Actually—hungry? Main course’s fine tonight.” Let go—panting hard. “I’m good.”

“Really? I’m not.” Lied—ignored my obvious state.

Glanced down—my eager spot—hesitated—switched. “I’m hungry—starving.”

Mochuan—raised ascetic—desire’s low. Me—average crave. I lead—sometimes wonder if I’m too much. Him wanting now—rare… and sweet revenge.

Still—nah.

“Don’t think I missed that cough you muffled.” One—he’s just off fever—don’t want a relapse. Two—best saved tastes sweeter.

Pressed his shoulder—nudged down. “Good boy—do as I taught.”

Knelt smooth—eyes on me—licked water off my abs—gripped my knee—lifted. Like always—took one lesson—outdid the master.