In the room, Gu Nian and Chu Zhaoyang, who were separated from them by a door, really couldn't laugh or cry.
Chu Zhaoyang reluctantly let go of Gu Nian, and tentatively touched the back of her head where she was hit: "How is it?"
"Hiss——" Gu Nian gasped, "It hurts."
It hurt so much that tears welled up in her eyes.
Because it hurts, and also because the man she could act coquettishly in front of was in front of her again.
She could release her little emotions unscrupulously and without any burden.
Outside, the little guy banged the door impatiently: "Mom, Mom, are you being bullied?"
Chu Zhaoyang looked at Gu Nian with deep meaning in his eyes.
If there weren't people outside, he would really want to bully her and bully her severely.
His gaze was so revealing that Gu Nian couldn't even pretend to be confused. She immediately knew where he was thinking.
Hush-skinned, she pushed him, but did not push.
Chu Zhaoyang trapped her against the door, with his arms on both sides of her, and asked in a low voice: "What's his name?"
Mentioning the little one, Gu Nian's face was filled with indescribable tenderness: "Chu Jinyu, from Jinyu."
Chu Zhaoyang's eyebrows were vivid and soft, as if he was drowning in endless tenderness: "Nian Nian, thank you."
Even if he was not here, she still give birth to the little one for him.
Gu Nian shook her head and said softly: "You are not here, but fortunately Little Millet Cake is with me."
"Little Millet Cake?" Chu Zhaoyang held Gu Nian in his arms. Listening to Gu Nian's soft voice, his attention was no longer on his son. All he could think about was Gu Nian.
Hearing Gu Nian say this, he just muttered it absently, but his eyes were on Gu Nian's fair and delicate skin, on his lips that became more moist and red after being kissed by him, and on his eyes stained with spring water.
He couldn't see enough anywhere, he couldn't see clearly anywhere, and he felt like his eyes were simply not enough.
Involuntarily, he raised his hand and brushed the hair around Gu Nian's ears, revealing her delicate face as big as a palm.
"Well, when Little Millet Cake was born, he was as white and tender as a glutinous rice dumpling, so I gave him a nickname, Millet Cake." Gu Nian seemed to have endless things to say when she mentioned her son.
The eyebrows and eyes were as curved as crescent moons, with a bright smile dotted with stars, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light.
When she mentioned him, Gu Nian didn't even act like this.
Chu Zhaoyang squinted his eyes, but when Gu Nian mentioned the little guy, he didn't care about anything, nor did he pay attention to the change in Chu Zhaoyang's expression.
Still happily said: "Even though Little Millet Cake is young, he still wants to save face and won't let me... won't let me..."
Chu Zhaoyang had lowered his head, his lips slowly approached the corner of her lips, and all the hot breath he breathed touched her lips.
Gently, lightly, pecked at the corner of her lips.
Then, along the corner of her lips, there was a faint brush against her cheek, and her hot soft lips pecked Gu Nian's sensitive earlobe.
Gu Nian suddenly trembled and couldn't speak any more. Her whole body was so hot that she was completely surrounded by his breath, and she forgot what she originally wanted to say.
Only the hot and soft touch constantly came from her earlobes, making her tremble.
"What are you not allowed to do?" Chu Zhaoyang asked in a low voice, his voice as mellow as wine, low and hoarse, pressed against Gu Nian's earlobe, and slowly tickled into Gu Nian's ears.
Gu Nian's breathing was messed up. How could she remember what she was not allowed to do?
She didn't remember anything she just said.
Chu Zhaoyang curled his lips slightly happily.
That's right, she should think about him wholeheartedly, even their children must be ranked behind him.
Looking at Chu Zhaoyang, Gu Nian was so confused that the little guy outside the door came to cause harm.
With his small hands and strong energy, he slammed the door loudly: "Mom, open the door quickly. Is the bad uncle bullying you? Mom, open the door quickly, and I will protect you!"
Chu Zhaoyang sneered in his heart. With such a small body, he couldn't protect himself, so he still protected Gu Nian.
Moreover, what uncle? He was obviously his father!
Gu Nian suddenly came to her senses, calmed her breathing quickly, and said loudly, "Mom is fine."
The little guy didn't believe it: "Mom, please open the door."
Gu Nian pushed Chu Zhaoyang and whispered, "Open the door first."
Chu Zhaoyang hadn't had enough intimacy with Gu Nian, so he looked at her deeply and then stepped aside.
Gu Nian quickly trimmed her hair and straightened her clothes.
Handed and rubbed by him, her clothes were all messed up.
After making sure that she looked okay, she turned around and opened the door.
The little guy immediately rushed over, hugged Gu Nian's leg, and looked at Chu Zhaoyang warily: "Mom, are you okay?"
Looking up, the little guy was startled: "Mom, why is your mouth swollen!"
Gu Nian: "..."
"Mom is fine." Gu Nian subconsciously sucked her lips in, but it was of no use. "It was swollen in the morning, you didn't notice."
"Really?" The little guy looked at Gu Nian suspiciously.
"Ahem." Gu Nian coughed awkwardly under the little guy's suspicious gaze, "That's right. You were shouting that you wanted to go out to play when you got up in the morning, so of course you didn't pay attention."
The little guy felt embarrassed. He blushed and lowered his head, twisting his body left and right: "It seems like this. Mom, I will pay attention to you first in the future."
Gu Nian: "..."
"Okay, okay, Little Millet Cake must be hungry too, let's eat first." Mu Lanshu said, quickly rescuing Gu Nian from the embarrassment.
Gu Licheng came in and closed the door: "Call room service to deliver the meal."
They could still have a good conversation in the room.
So, Gu Nian went to call and order food.
After a while, the waiter came in with a dining cart and put breakfast on the table.