"… "
Jiang Miao felt a burning gaze staring at him. When he raised his head to look at him, that gaze was still unrepentant and lingered around him wantonly, and the temperature even became hotter.
"Do you want to eat it or not? If not, take it!" He could no longer bear it and issued a warning.
The owner of the line of sight smiled and said, "As for food, the food cooked by Miao is very much to my liking. I will eat it all without leaving any. As for the dishes and chopsticks, Miao, leave them to me. I will clean them one by one."
After hearing this, Jiang Miao sneered: "Leave it to you? After you washed the dishes in the morning, there was one less dish each, and how many more will be missing in the evening?" You're such a spendthrift!
Pei Che was a little embarrassed: "Practice makes perfect. I will definitely not break them tonight."
"Okay, then you take your time to eat." Seeing that he tried his best to assure them, Jiang Miao had nothing to say. He turned his head to look at the two little ones who were sitting beside him and talking quietly with their heads tilted to the side after finishing their meal, and ordered, "Xiao Shitou, Mu'er, go wash up, and then go back to your room to sleep."
The two little ones immediately ran to the kitchen to fetch water and wash, then returned to their own rooms to sleep. In the past, when Jiang Miao was in a good mood, they dared to nag him, but today they kept their tails between their legs and behaved very well. Jiang Miao felt a little comforted, at least there was someone who was considerate.
After the two children left, Jiang Miao suddenly felt that the air in the dining room became thinner. Although he did not look at Pei Che, he could clearly feel that Pei Che's gaze had never left him.
Jiang Miao didn't know what was wrong with him. He looked aggrieved in the morning, but when he came back in the evening, he was like a different person.
He stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Pei Che followed his back until he could no longer see him, then he focused on eating. After dinner, he cleared the table and washed the dishes. The bowls were slippery at night, and even though he was very careful, one of them still broke with a clang.
Pei Che froze, and looked towards the bedroom with a guilty conscience, hoping that Jiang Miao hadn't heard the noise. He hid the fragments behind a tree to destroy the evidence, and then quickly washed the other dishes and put them in the kitchen.
He washed his hands three times with soap and made sure there was no strange smell on his hands. Then he walked briskly out of the kitchen and turned to the bedroom.
"A Miao—" Pei Che's voice suddenly stopped. The huge bedroom was empty, and the pillows and quilt on the bed were missing.
He frowned, turned around, and went to Mu'er and Xiao Shitou's room. The two little ones were lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, and there was no other figure. Pei Che tucked the quilt for them and walked out again.
The yard was not big, and the only room left was the study. Pei Che walked towards the study, and the door was not bolted, so he pushed it open. Without looking around, Pei Che spotted Jiang Miao on the couch by the window. He seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable, and he turned over several times in a short period of time, and his movements were visibly irritable.
"A Miao." Pei Che called softly.
The person who was turning over on the couch froze instantly, even his breathing stopped for a moment. Jiang Miao turned his back to the door and did not respond at all, as if he did not exist at all.
"A Miao," Pei Che sat down beside the couch, "How about we chat?"
Jiang Miao remained silent. He had just realized his feelings for Pei Che this morning and suffered a tragic heartbreak, so naturally he didn't want to chat with him.
"I know you're awake." Pei Che refused to let him go. While he was saying this, he reached out and pulled his quilt.
Jiang Miao struggled but failed, so he sat up suddenly and shouted angrily: "What are you doing! I want to rest now and don't want to chat!"
"A Miao, I know you have some misunderstandings about me. You have always been straightforward, so why are you avoiding me today?" Pei Che moved closer, and the two of them were only a fist away from each other, which gave Jiang Miao a strong sense of oppression.
"What, what are you avoiding?" Jiang Miao stuttered, "I'm... Forget it, if you want to talk, just say it!" He moved his butt back, trying his best to keep some distance.
"Why were you angry this morning?" Pei Che also moved forward. "You said it wasn't because I came home late, so what was it?"
"Didn't I say—"
"Don't say you're not angry. We both know it." Pei Che interrupted Jiang Miao's excuse and dropped a bombshell, "Are you - jealous?"
Jiang Miao's eyes widened, his expression was stunned with surprise. When he reacted, he immediately said exaggeratedly: "Huh? Are you kidding me? How can I be jealous of you? Are you mistaken? We are both men. How can I be jealous of you?"
Pei Che looked at him quietly, with a light in his eyes that seemed to see through all lies. Jiang Miao's voice became smaller and smaller, and then gradually disappeared. After a moment of silence, Jiang Miao lowered his head and spoke with difficulty: "Okay, I do care a little, so what do you want to do?"
He felt a little sad in his heart, thinking that Pei Che had come to warn him not to indulge in wishful thinking.
"Just... a little?" Pei Che felt infinite joy in his heart when he saw that he admitted it.
Jiang Miao raised his head in anger, staring at Pei Che with red eyes: "I care a lot, okay? You bastard! Have you forgotten that you are married? Even if it is a contract, you can't have any emotional involvement with others during the marriage!" Jiang Miao was desperate. Since everyone knew about it, he had to express his unhappiness. Anyway, if he didn't curse, this bastard wouldn't like him.
When Pei Che came over and hugged him in his arms, Jiang Miao was still slow to react. When he put his ear to Pei Che's chest and listened to the steady and reliable heartbeat coming from it, he couldn't help but feel that it was a bit unreal.
"You always give him all kinds of hints?" Jiang Miao was puzzled. What did Pei Che hint at him
Pei Che smiled bitterly: "Yeah, can't you feel it?" He listed all the things he had done and said one by one, and Jiang Miao suddenly realized that Pei Che had a deeper meaning when he said these words, but it was a pity that he had never thought in that direction at the time.
"What about you?" Pei Che asked. He didn't understand why Jiang Miao suddenly came to his senses.
Jiang Miao was a little embarrassed: "Mid-Autumn Night... I was awake." If it weren't for this kiss, he would probably have found it difficult to think in that direction.
Pei Che suddenly realized, and then couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. If he had known that Jiang Miao would be enlightened in this way, he would have stopped saying those useless words.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he was so excited that he did something offensive. Fortunately, if he hadn't taken that step, Jiang Miao would not know when he would understand his feelings.
Thinking of that light kiss, Pei Che suddenly felt a little hot. When Jiang Miao felt his arms tightening, he looked up in confusion, but bumped into Pei Che who was looking down and wanted to say something.
The atmosphere was so harmonious that everything came naturally. After a brief touch, Pei Che gently covered her and deepened the kiss. Jiang Miao often called himself an "old driver" in modern times, but he had no practical experience and was defeated by Pei Che, a gifted ancient man. Not only was his kissing skill inferior to his, but his lung capacity was also inferior to his.
Jiang Miao was secretly competing in his heart. He decided to strengthen his training and not let Pei Che beat him in this aspect. Pei Che didn't know that the person in his arms was distracted. After the kiss, he was filled with happiness from the inside out. Pei Che suddenly felt that although Han Qin was not very reliable sometimes, he was right in one sentence. Love is indeed irresistible.
"Let's go back to our room and rest?" Although Pei Che asked in a questioning tone, he had already reached out and picked up Jiang Miao's pillow and quilt.
Although Jiang Miao felt a little embarrassed, he did not object. The misunderstanding had been resolved, so there was no need to be angry anymore, and besides, the small couch was indeed very uncomfortable to sleep on.
They returned to the bedroom, and Pei Che was about to put his things on the bed, but then he changed his mind and only left a pillow on it.
"What are you doing? I still need to cover myself!" Jiang Miao saw him stuffing his quilt into the closet and quickly stopped him. After the beginning of autumn, the nights were as cold as water. How could he bear it without a quilt
"A Miao, have you ever seen a couple using two quilts?" Pei Che stuffed the quilt into the closet without giving any explanation.
Jiang Miao was speechless. He didn't realize it for a moment and almost forgot that the relationship between him and Pei Che had just undergone a qualitative change.
After washing up, they went to bed. At first, they were a little reserved, sleeping upright, with half a person's distance between them. While sleeping, Jiang Miao suddenly said casually, "The quilt seems to be leaking a little." Then, he naturally moved a little to the middle.
"Yes, a little bit." Pei Che said, squeezing in the middle.
Their arms were pressed together through their thin undershirts, transmitting their body heat to each other. I don't know when they both turned from front to side sleeping. And I don't know when, their hands, which were originally placed neatly, were also placed on each other.
"Brother! Open the door!"
"Brother Miao! Open the door!"
There was a call from outside the door. After Jiang Miao heard it, he struggled to open his eyes a little, but found that the sunlight had already come in through the window and it was dawn.
I got up too late! He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and when he wanted to sit up, he found that he seemed unable to move. Pei Che's two hands were around his neck and waist, and his chin rested on his head, wrapping him in a domineering manner. Jiang Miao's old face flushed. He didn't expect that as a grown man, he could also feel the feeling of being cared for.
But now is not the time to sleep. If I lie down any longer, the noises of the two children will probably be heard in other yards.
He pushed Pei Che and whispered, "A Che, get up!"
Pei Che responded with a "hmm", but his hand showed no sign of letting go. He didn't sleep well the night before, and yesterday he slept soundly after letting go of the burden and holding something warm in his arms.
"Get up, you're going to be late!" Jiang Miao pushed him again, but seeing that he was still unconscious, he had no choice but to use ruthless force.
Pei Che woke up with a pain in his waist, grabbed his hand that had just been used to cause trouble, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "What crime should you be punished for murdering your husband so early in the morning?"
"Stop joking and get up!" Jiang Miao's ears felt hot and he deliberately cursed to cover up his discomfort.
Pei Che smiled, twirled his red ear, and said, "As you command."
(End of this chapter)