Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

It was already a week after Song Kun's funeral.

Song Jiqing's mood seemed to be the same as that day, and he often looked at the pattering rain outside the window in a daze.

The tall buildings in the city would block his sight, but Song Jiqing seemed to be still looking at the distant mountains and clouds, his eyes were clouded.

"Want to hug?" Cheng Mu half bent down and gently stroked Song Jiqing's hair.

Song Jiqing blinked, raised his head and forced a smile at Cheng Mu, stretched out his hand, and said, "Mm, hug."

Song Jiqing was wearing a thin silk shirt, Cheng Mu hugged his back and stroked it, the warmth of his palm was transferred quickly.

Song Jiqing lay on his shoulder like a cat, silent.

The fragrance on the body is warm and soft, the same as before.

"Let's eat more for lunch today." Cheng Mu said, kissing the side of his cheek.

Song Jiqing pursed his lips, and said with difficulty: "I don't feel like I have much appetite, can I stop eating so much..."

Cheng Mu looked at him and said, "No."

Song Jiqing pursed his lips and said, "Oh."

Aunt Fang specially cooked Song Jiqing's favorite dishes. The table was full, but Song Jiqing couldn't eat any more. He held the bowl, frowned slightly, and put the chopsticks in his mouth.

Song Kun is gone, he should feel relieved.

But why, still feel sad, and still can't eat for him?

Song Jiqing didn't want to do this at all, but he couldn't control himself, and when his mind was idle, there was only the chaotic scene of that day in a hurry.

He couldn't even remember how he returned to the city after the funeral.

"Eat some green vegetables." Cheng Mu picked up a chopstick of green spinach and put it into his bowl, and said, "Good boy."

Song Jiqing nodded muffled, "Okay."

It rained heavily at night, and Song Jiqing managed to fall asleep, only to be awakened by the sound of the rain again.

Clenching his palms, his hands were covered with sweat.

Turning his head and seeing Cheng Mu's indistinct profile, Song Jiqing felt relieved, moved his body, and leaned towards Cheng Mu, his profile lightly pressed against his arm.

Cheng Mu opened his eyes, pinched Song Jiqing's hand with his fingers, and asked him hoarsely, "Why did you wake up?"

"I miss you." After Song Jiqing finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassing and his face was slightly hot. "That's not what I meant."

"What does that mean?" Cheng Mu curled his lips.

It's been a long time since I didn't do it.

After recovering his sense of smell, his desire for Song Jiqing seemed even harder to suppress.

is an addiction.

Cheng Mu approached, pressed Song Jiqing's lips, and said, "Do you want it?"

Song Jiqing gasped lightly, bent his toes, but still shook his head, "No."

Cheng Mu smiled in his ear, "I'm lying to you." Then he turned over and lay beside Song Jiqing, "Go on and sleep, I won't disturb you."

Song Jiqing also smiled lightly, rolled around, hugged Cheng Mu's waist, remembered something, and said, "Cheng Mu, how many more times do you want to take that traditional Chinese medicine?"

Hearing this, Cheng Mu was silent for a few seconds.

I never found the right time to tell Ji Qing about the recovery of my sense of smell, and there was really no need to hide it.

But he really didn't want Song Jiqing to be distracted by this matter at first. After all, no one knew how long the recovery period would be.

If it's only a few days, wouldn't it be an empty joy.

"It's recovered now." Cheng Mu said after a brief thought, "But I don't know how long it will last."

Song Jiqing unconsciously squeezed Cheng Mu's hand, and muttered as if he didn't realize it: "Recovered? Really?"

Cheng Mu couldn't distinguish his emotions, nodded and said, "Really."

Song Jiqing slammed a kiss on Cheng Mu's face, couldn't help being happy, "That's great!"

But with a smile, tears fell down, "That's great."

Wet tears stained Cheng Mu's cheeks.

Warm.

"Why are you crying?" He said helplessly.

In the blink of an eye, Song Jiqing took off his shirt, jumped up and hugged him like a sheep, and said, "Hear me more."

"So happy," Cheng Mu bent his knuckles against the small bone in the back of Song Jiqing's neck, and gently crushed it, "Can I smell it anyway?"

"I'm very happy," Song Jiqing took the initiative today, answering everything, "I can smell anything."

Cheng Mu's eyes became deep, and he called out, "Song Jiqing, do you want to be so obedient?"

The sound of heavy rain knocking on the window was fast and slow, and the rain traces trembled and extended into the depths of the night.

After tonight, the sunny day may be tomorrow.

The author has something to say:

long time no see!

Squeeze out time and work hard for a new chapter TOT

下一更又不知道是什么时候了…感谢在2022-03-0523:04:30~2022-03-2621:33:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Changbai Mountain Divine Tree. 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!