MWMM Chapter 64: Weren’t We Supposed to Eat Cake?

“Compensation?” Yan Yuzhou blinked his eyes blankly, momentarily stunned. But in the next second, he felt something warm pressing against the corner of his lips—Shen Ci had leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmph—” Yan Yuzhou couldn’t speak, only managing a short muffled sound. But his mind reacted instantly—Mr. Shen was most susceptible to this tactic.

Maybe if he put in a little more effort, gave Shen Ci more kisses and cuddles, this whole thing would blow over.

With this thought, as if guided by instinct, he lifted himself slightly onto his tiptoes, leaning his small body toward Shen Ci, exuding complete obedience and initiative. Shen Ci felt the sudden shift in the little thing’s behavior, and the corners of his lips curved up ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.

It seemed that this was the perfect excuse to “punish” him properly and devour him whole.

A few seconds passed. Feeling that he had shown enough sincerity, Yan Yuzhou lowered himself back down and stepped away from Shen Ci. His wide eyes immediately searched for Shen Ci’s reaction. Eh? Not the expected satisfaction and all grievances forgotten—why was his face still so cold and expressionless, like it was covered in shards of ice?

“Shen—No—Hubby~~~” Yan Yuzhou was crying internally but smiling brightly on the surface. He wrapped his small arms around Shen Ci’s arm again, looking completely fawning. “Why are you still mad? I even gave you a kiss, what more do you want~~~”

Shen Ci held back his laughter but deliberately put on an expression that screamed, “I’m not satisfied—I’m mad—you need to coax me—you figure it out.” Keeping his face taut, he raised his tone slightly, “What, just one kiss and that’s it?”

Yan Yuzhou’s eyes darted around as he tilted his not-so-bright little head, thinking for two seconds. Then, as if struck by a sudden revelation, he clapped his hands together, looking utterly confident. He pointed to the large cake in the middle of the living room, smiling innocently, “Mr. Shen, do you want some cake?”

Shen Ci: … I’ve hinted this much, and this is what you come up with as compensation?

Glaring at the barely touched cake, Shen Ci—clenching his teeth, brimming with jealousy—found the whole thing utterly unnecessary. But then he recalled the little smear of cream that had just been on this omega’s lips. It had tasted surprisingly good. Watching the omega’s expectant, innocent expression, he suddenly let out a low chuckle.

“Sure.” Shen Ci sat down at the dining table, raising an eyebrow.

Yan Yuzhou’s heart leaped with joy. He responded cheerfully and skipped over to the cake, cutting a large piece for Shen Ci with great enthusiasm. Like a child presenting a treasure, he carefully placed the small plate in front of Shen Ci, eyes sparkling. “Here, it’s super sweet!”

Shen Ci looked at the little one standing before him, his lips slightly red—like an early-ripened cherry. His heart stirred, and he murmured, “Yeah, pretty sweet.”

Hearing this, Yan Yuzhou felt like there was hope in getting Shen Ci to stop being mad. So, he put in even more effort. Picking up a small fork, he carefully speared a piece of cake and, with boundless eagerness, brought it to Shen Ci’s lips. To encourage him to take a bite, he even demonstrated by opening his own mouth and making an “ah” sound.

Shen Ci watched the omega wholeheartedly serving him, his gaze lingering on that slightly open little mouth. A certain thought began stirring restlessly in his mind.

Too sweet.

Looking at the fork in front of him, Shen Ci suddenly smirked mischievously. Without warning, he flipped the direction of the fork and swiftly swiped a bit of cream onto the corner of Yan Yuzhou’s lips.

The originally red, pouty lips were now smeared with snowy white cream—ahhhhh, it looked unbelievably good. Shen Ci couldn’t be more pleased with his masterpiece.

Meanwhile, Yan Yuzhou was utterly dumbfounded.

“Sh-Shen… Mr. Shen, aren’t we eating cake?” Yan Yuzhou had been trying so hard, yet Shen Ci was only focused on teasing him. Feeling the cream on his lips, his face instantly flushed red. He was fuming inside.

“Ahhhhhhh, my wife is embarrassed. My wife is embarrassed, and it’s so cute. I want to squish him.”

Shen Ci, while inwardly reveling in his satisfaction, responded with a perfectly serious expression, “Of course. Isn’t that exactly what I’m about to do?”

The next second, he leaned in.

Mmm, cream plus omega—tastes even better together.

By the time their long, deep kiss ended, the cake that Yan Yuzhou had been holding had already disappeared—who knew where Shen Ci had casually set it down. Yan Yuzhou’s small face was as red as a boiled shrimp, his lips glistening and moist from the kiss. His misty eyes held a mix of innocence and the kind of anger that came from being teased.

“S-Stop messing around,” Yan Yuzhou stammered, stepping back uncomfortably. His gaze flickered around until he spotted the cake on the dining table—the very piece that Shen Ci had taken. Instantly, his entire demeanor puffed up in indignation.

“Hmph! Weren’t we supposed to eat cake?”

Shen Ci looked at him—so adorably huffy—and felt as if a feather had brushed lightly across his heart. Facing this little one’s irritated questioning, he maintained a completely serious expression and replied, “But I was eating just now, wasn’t I?”

Ahhhhhhh! Yan Yuzhou let out a silent scream of frustration in his mind. His face, already red, seemed like it was about to reach its boiling point. Huffily, he put the cake down, pursed his lips, and quickly shuffled away in small, rapid steps—throwing Shen Ci a dramatic eye-roll on his way out.

“Pervert!” he muttered under his breath.

Clutching his face, Yan Yuzhou bolted back to his room at lightning speed.

Shen Ci watched the little figure flee in panic, his mind already calculating when he could finally devour this little thing. Stroking his chin, a wicked smile tugged at his lips. Why not… tonight?

*

Surprisingly, it was as if this omega had read his mind. Like a turtle retreating into its shell, he holed up in his room all night and refused to come out.

After taking a shower and drying his hair in the master bedroom, Shen Ci had originally planned to wait for this soft, fragrant person to get over his shyness and come crawling into his arms on his own. But even as the clock inched toward eleven, there was still no sign of him.

Oh? Getting bold now, aren’t we?

Swinging out of bed, Shen Ci walked over to Yan Yuzhou’s bedroom door and knocked twice. He waited quite a while before the door finally creaked open. Yan Yuzhou remained hidden behind it, barely poking out his little head, looking as if he was bracing for an attack. Blinking innocently, he pretended not to know what was going on.

“Mr. Shen, it’s so late… what do you need?”

Shen Ci ground his teeth slightly, then smirked roguishly. “It’s late, huh? You tell me.”

Hearing this, Yan Yuzhou shrank back even further behind the door, putting on his best clueless expression. Inch by inch, he nonchalantly pushed the door closed while quickly blurting out, “It’s late, I’m going to sleep now.”

Before Shen Ci could react—bang!—the door slammed shut in his face.

Click! The lock turned.

Shen Ci: …

Staring at the door, completely speechless, Shen Ci let out a low chuckle.

Did he really think locking the door was the end of it?

As the master of the house, did Shen Ci really not have a spare key?