Not For You to Bite

In the villa, there was underfloor heating. After returning the ID card to the room, Sheng Zhuo felt it was a bit warm inside. He originally wanted to open the window, but seeing that Chi Le was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he decided against it and instead went to the wardrobe to find a thin hoodie.

He returned to the bedside and started taking off his clothes.

Chi Le was in the middle of eating potato chips and looked up, caught off guard by the scene. He even forgot to continue eating the chips in his hand.

Sheng Zhou arched his body, his hand gently tugged, his clothes were yanked up, Chi Le’s gaze couldn’t dodge in time, his waist and stomach were exposed, and the familiar mermaid line appeared in front of Chi Le’s eyes once again, a white expanse.

Chi Le swallowed, dizzy from being stimulated by the scene in front of him.

Sheng Zhuo’s back was tense, like a dormant leopard, with smooth backlines, and as he pulled his clothes up, his broad chest and slender neck were exposed one after another.

Chi Le’s eyes moved up and down little by little.

Sheng Zhuo looked over with his dark eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Chi Le didn’t react for a while, and his expression was innocently dazed.

He threw the potato chips into his mouth, chewed them lightly, and felt that the hunger was not relieved at all, and his eyes were still fixed on Sheng Zhuo.

Damn, living with his future wife is too challenging.

Sheng Zhuo looked at him with a direct and intense gaze, which made him laugh out loud. He took off his clothes and threw them at Chi Le’s head, saying, “What are you staring at?”

Chi Le’s vision went dark, the clothes covered his head and finally pulled his rationality back, his whole body froze there, he didn’t dare to take off the clothes now because of how wanton he had seen just now.

“I’m asking you a question.” Sheng Zhuo poked him on the shoulder. “Hmm? This little friend, eleven months and three days younger than me?”

Chi Le moved his butt forward silently, “…” The kid has closed himself and has no plans to speak for the time being.

Sheng Zhuo lifted the clothes on top of his head, his black eyes drooped slightly, and he bent down to look at him at a close distance, “Looking at your older brother, did you get this older brother’s consent?”

Chi Le stared at his abdominal muscles that were close at hand, blinked, and turned his back.

Sheng Zhuo stared at his reddened ears for two seconds, smiled and straightened up, put the thin sweater on his body, straightened the hem, and covered the last trace of skin.

“Okay, turn around.”

Chi Le glanced back quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sheng Zhuo smiled and went to the table to drink water.

Chi Le was quiet for a while, then said mysteriously: “With your consent, can I watch casually?”

Sheng Zhuo almost spits out a sip of water: “…”

Ten minutes later, Chi Le covered himself with the quilt in frustration, wishing he could hide himself in the quilt.

Why on earth could he not think about asking that question just now?! Which brain circuit is wrong?

Sheng Zhuo knocked on the door, leaned against the door with his arms crossed, smiled and said, “Come down to eat.”

Chi Le remained motionless.

Sheng Zhuo stared at the bulge in the quilt, and the smile in his eyes grew bigger, “Although Fang Younian can’t cook, he bought wine and said it was to compensate everyone.”

“…”

Chi Le slowly revealed his head from under the quilt. He hadn’t drunk alcohol yet, so he couldn’t resist the temptation.

In addition…he really needs to drink to drown his sorrows now, so that he can forget what happened just now!

Chi Le found a valid reason for himself, and couldn’t wait to follow Sheng Zhuo downstairs.

There was nothing to say all the way, Chi Le was originally far away from Sheng Zhuo when they were seated, but these days everyone has gotten used to them sitting together, and automatically and subconsciously reserved the seat next to Sheng Zhuo, Chi Le, after looking around can only go to sit next to Sheng Zhuo.

Fang Younian bought red wine and a few bottles of beer. Chi Le knew that he had never drunk before and was afraid that he would do something heinous to his future wife after getting drunk. After all, they were in the same room, so he might not be able to withstand the test, so he decisively chose red wine.

He poured the wine into a glass, put it to his lips, and took a sip. The red wine tasted good, so he drank it freely. Anyway, the red wine has a low alcohol content and is difficult to get drunk with, so he didn’t have any scruples about drinking it.

There are a few simple home-cooked meals on the table. Chi Le and Jian Cheng have been friends for many years, so he can naturally recognize which dish is made by him. He picks up the chopsticks and picks out the dishes made by Jian Cheng. They all taste good while the others were miserable. They almost vomited after eating Fang Younian’s cooking a few times, but they barely swallowed it under Fang Younian’s gaze.

Fang Younian was indignant, and groaned and accused everyone: “You are just too delicate, is my cooking so unpalatable? It looks almost the same, and it’s not mushy, so what if the taste is slightly worse?”

Everyone was silent, concentrating on lowering their heads to eat.

Sheng Zhuo raised his hand to pick up a plate of cherry meat in front of him, but Chi Le firmly pressed his hand, picked up the steamed shrimp from a distance, put it on the plate in front of him, and said earnestly: “Eat this, don’t eat that.”

The plate of cherry meat was not made of Jian Cheng at first glance, and the taste can be imagined.

Chi Le picked up the remaining dishes for Sheng Zhuo, and after giving him enough hints, he concentrated on eating his own food, causing the smile on Sheng Zhuo’s lips to linger for a long time.

Fang Younian put down the chopsticks in his hand heavily, snorted coldly, brought the plate of cherry meat in front of him, and put a large portion into his mouth, “You guys are so sharp-tongued, I still don’t believe you guys…”

His voice gradually lowered, with vegetables in his mouth, his expression became colorful, raising his eyebrows for a while, chewing hard for a while, and after a while, he finally couldn’t help but spit it into the trash can next to him.

Everyone tried their best to hold back their laughter, but in the end, they couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Fang Younian sighed, and finally resigned to his fate, he automatically and consciously took all the dishes he had cooked to the kitchen and emptied them, and picked up chopsticks to eat the meal cooked by Jian Cheng himself.

Jian Cheng kicked his stool, but he ignored it, and just concentrated on grabbing the food. The others were afraid that the remaining few dishes would be eaten up, so they also grabbed it one after another, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

Jian Cheng often works in restaurants and has seen many chefs cook, and their skills are not bad. After the meal, he baked pizza and egg tarts for everyone as supper.

Everyone has become acquainted these few days, gathered together in the living room, eating and drinking, talking and laughing, the time passed very quickly, and the night soon darkened.

Sheng Zhuo didn’t talk much, just sat on a chair and listened to everyone’s talk, occasionally taking a sip of wine.

There was a sound from the opposite side, and he casually looked up, only to see Chi Le holding up the wine bottle in his hand and laughing, looking at the wine bottle as if he was looking at a full score report card, with indescribable joy in his eyes.

Sheng Zhuo felt something was wrong, and stopped drinking, “…What are you looking at?”

“Looking at the handsome guy.” Chi Le’s voice was softer than usual, but it was not obvious.

Sheng Zhuo was stunned for a moment, “Where’s the handsome guy?”

Chi Le pointed to the wine bottle in his hand, “Here.”

Sheng Zhuo thought it was a celebrity advertisement printed on the wine bottle, frowned and stood up, only to find that Chi Le’s face was flushed and his eyes were full of water, and he was drunk at first glance.

He looked at the wine bottle in Chi Le’s hand, Chi Le’s face was reflected on the smooth glass surface of the wine bottle, and Chi Le was staring at himself in the reflection.

“…” Sheng Zhuo looked at the little drunk in front of him dumbfounded, and deliberately teased him, “Who is this handsome guy? Do you know him?”

Chi Le stared at his own reflection carefully for a while, then frowned slightly, “I should know him, he looks familiar.”

“Can you remember?”

Chi Le shook his head.

Sheng Zhuo suppressed a smile, and asked casually: “Then who am I, do you know me?”

Chi Le looked up at him, his vision gradually became clear, and his eyes lit up bit by bit.

He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, grabbed Sheng Zhuo’s hand excitedly, and under Sheng Zhuo’s expectant gaze, he yelled in a crisp voice: “Wife!”

Everyone turned their heads and looked over in unison.

Chi Le’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, and his voice jumped up, “You are my destined wife!”

Sheng Zhuo: “???”

Everyone: “!!!”