Chasing Husband Diary

Yu Fu touched his forehead, then probed himself, and muttered, "You're not sick, what nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to be misunderstood?"

Mo Che pursed his lips, without saying a word, he pulled Yu Fu's wrist and walked inside.

"doing what?"

"Apply medicine."

Mo Che pressed Yu Fu on the couch, took the medicine over, sat opposite him, dipped his fingers in some transparent ointment, and leaned closer to apply the medicine on him.

His movements were extraordinarily gentle and cautious, as if he was caring for a baby, his warm fingertips gently stroked on Yufu's smooth and delicate skin.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see Mo Che's long eyelashes drooping slightly, covering his eyelids, with a particularly focused expression on his face.

Yu Fu swallowed involuntarily, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, Mo Che paused, his fingertips rested on his Adam's apple, and inadvertently, lightly stroked it down.

He felt a little hot on his face.

He hid back, and Mo Che leaned forward, almost half-pressing him on the couch, Yu Fu couldn't help calling his name, "Mo Che."

"Huh?" Mo Che raised his eyes, looked deep into his eyes, as if he had seen through his soul, and asked innocently, "What's wrong, brother?"

Yu Fu pushed his shoulder, but he couldn't do it, he turned his head and said stammeringly, "You, you are too close to me."

Mo Che whispered in his ear, "Brother, I want to take medicine, how can I stay closer?"

He blinked and said narrowly, "What are you afraid of?"

"What's so scary about me?" Yu Fu was not convinced, and turned to look at him.

But I didn't expect him to get so close, touching the tip of his nose all of a sudden, the air froze at this moment.

That golden streamer appeared in Mo Che's eyes again, it was very beautiful, soft yet strong.

Yu Fu looked into his eyes involuntarily, his mind went blank, and he didn't refuse his gradual approach.

"I remember!"

The moment his lips were about to kiss, Yu Fu came back to his senses, got out from under Mo Che, stretched out his hands, and two jars of wine appeared in his hands out of thin air.

Holding two jars of wine in his arms, Yu Fu rolled his eyes with joy, and said cheerfully to Mo Che, "This is the peach blossom wine I abducted from Taibai. Come to let you taste it, it can be regarded as congratulations on your succession."

Mo Che shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"That's nothing to congratulate."

"Of course, I will be the prince's elder brother from now on. Someone will cover me and walk sideways in the heaven. No one dares to provoke me."

……

"Brother, you are drunk."

Yu Fu staggered from drinking, his face was red, he was holding the wine jar, his head was shaking.

"I'm not drunk...you, you talk nonsense...underestimate me...I'm...not drunk for a thousand cups..." Yu Fu muttered indistinctly, very dissatisfied with others questioning his drinking capacity.

"Well!"

His head suddenly became empty and slid down, Mo Che hastily stretched out his hand to support his face.

Soft and tender, like the best suet jade.

Mo Che rested his chin with his hands.

He hummed twice, then lowered his head and buried his face in Mo Che's palm.

His face was so small that it just covered all of it.

Mo Che couldn't laugh or cry.

"elder brother."

Yu Fu buried his head and twisted his head, his wet lips kept brushing against his palm, tickling his heart.

He restrained his body's instincts with great concentration.

After a while, he stopped moving, lay down on the table, and fell asleep peacefully.

He clearly said that he brought wine to congratulate him, but he drank like this.

Mo Che smiled helplessly, sighed, stood up, and gently straightened his head.

Yu Fu tilted his body and fell to the ground, being hugged by Mo Che.

He simply picked him up and walked into the inner room.

Yu Fu rubbed against his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep peacefully.

Mo Che put him on the couch, accidentally pressing down his wide sleeves.

Afraid of waking people up, he gently pulled the clothes out.

In a daze, Yu Fu rolled out according to the strength, and rolled into his arms, pressing his clothes tightly.

He couldn't stand upright, there was nothing he could do, so he had to bend over, with the other hand on his side.

Now his attention was not on the sleeves that were pinned down.

Yufu closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, casting a shadow under his eyes, his face was red, his thin lips were slightly parted, curled up and soft, moist, with the smell of alcohol in his breath , mixed with a touch of peach blossom fragrance.

Mo Che's eyes were dark, and he swallowed unconsciously.

"Brother, I like you." Mo Che whispered in Yu Fu's ear in a low, hoarse voice.

He lowered his head, approached slowly, and pressed close to Xiao Xiang's thin lips for a long time.

For a moment, he seemed to be unable to breathe, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, he just froze his movements for fear of waking Yu Fu up.

But Yufu didn't respond at all.

For a long time, the wind blew the shadow of the candle flame on the wall, shaking him back to his senses.

His eyes fell on Yu Fu's face, seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, he boldly stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.

The air gradually warmed up, and in the silence, the sound of heavy breathing amplified infinitely.

Soft and fragrant, much better than peach blossom wine.

Yu Fu's lips parted slightly unconsciously.

Having tasted the sweetness, Mo Che pushed even further. Even though his heart was about to jump into his throat, he still stuck his tongue into his mouth.

His movements gradually became presumptuous, and he sucked the soft lips of the man.

So sweet!

Mo Che narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, like a stealing cat.

"Well……"

Yu Fu suddenly hummed softly.

He was startled, sat up quickly, left his lips, and looked at Yu Fu nervously.

Fortunately, I didn't wake up.

But he didn't dare to kiss anymore, and touched his lips eagerly.

Mo Che bent over, and the hair hanging down brushed Yu Fu's face, itching, making him a little uncomfortable in his sleep.

He frowned, turned over and rolled inside, with his back to Mo Che.

Now that's all right, you can pull the sleeves off.

Somewhat lost.

He sat by the bed, watching Yu Fu quietly, his eyes flickering on and off.

After a long time, he raised his hand to turn off the lights in the hall, took off his shoes and got on the bed, lying next to Yufu, looking sideways at him, the golden streamer in his pupils was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

He hesitated, and cautiously reached out to Yufu's belt.

Yufu had a dream.

In the dream, he was holding a stove and fell into the water. The water boiled instantly and kept bubbling, but it was not hot, it just felt very hot.

The water was icy, and the coolness penetrated into the bones.

Alternating hot and cold back and forth, he was sweating all over, but his hands and feet were weak, unable to struggle, unable to escape from this predicament.

He wanted to shake off the stove, but the thing squeezed into his arms, as if stuck to him.

He woke up suddenly, only to realize that it was a dream.

Suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing the center of his eyebrows, his head was a little dizzy from the hangover.

"Well……"

He tried to get up but couldn't move, as if something was pressing him down.

In a daze, he reached into the quilt and touched it.

The touch is delicate and smooth, something is wrong?

He woke up suddenly, his eyes widened in horror, he carefully lifted the quilt, looked down, and froze in place.

Why are his clothes gone?

Whose is the arm that hangs around his waist and holds him?

"Will not……"

He muttered to himself, took two deep breaths, turned his head stiffly, and met Mo Che's sleeping face.

I glanced down, and it seemed that I didn't wear it either...

His heart sank.

Although I had this guess in my heart, I still couldn't believe it when I saw it with my own eyes.

How could he have rolled on the bed with Mo Che?And take off all your clothes?

He ruined people?

But he has no memory of what happened last night. He only remembers drinking too much and then falling asleep. Can such a state put people to sleep?Yufu fell into deep self-doubt.

"Um……"

Mo Che's brows twitched, he subconsciously tightened his arms, and pulled Yu Fu into his arms, rubbing his palms on his smooth back, slowly opened those pale golden eyes, and met a pair of shocked eyes.

The four eyes met, and Yufu's eyes widened even more.

He pushed Mo Che away violently, and sat up awkwardly.

The two of them rolled a quilt, and at this moment, the cover on Mo Che's body was lifted, revealing his naked body underneath.

Big and small red marks, blue and purple, make people blush.

Even if Yufu doesn't care about personnel, he still understands what happened.

"It's over..."

Now he can no longer deceive himself and others, the glaring facts are before him.

He actually slept the little prince he raised with his own hands? !

"elder brother."

Mo Che called him in a low voice, sat up, not daring to look at Yu Fu.

With lowered eyes and a faint red complexion, she dressed slowly.

From Yu Fu's point of view, he dared not say that he was wronged.

He also hurriedly climbed out of bed to put on his clothes, with his back to Mo Che, his face full of guilt, and said as he put on, "Well, Mo Che, what happened last night was my fault, and it's all because I drank too much."

He dared not turn around.

Mo Che's deep voice came from behind, "Brother, you don't need to blame yourself for what happened yesterday, it was all voluntary."

"That's not okay, whether it's voluntary or not, I can't do that to you," he thought for a while and said, "Let me think about it, and I will definitely give you an explanation for this, but my brain is a little bit crazy right now. chaos."

Mo Che raised his eyes and glanced at him, then slightly curled his lips.

"That," Yu Fu turned sideways, and asked with some embarrassment, "Does it hurt there? Are you injured?"

After speaking, he blushed with shame.

Mo Che looked at him innocently, and asked, "What is brother talking about?"

"Just...cough, back, back."

When he just came down, he seemed to see blood on the bed, and felt a little guilty for a while. Could it be that he hurt someone?

Mo Che lowered his eyes, blinked, and said softly, "Brother, everything in my body hurts."

"I……"

Yu Fu blamed himself endlessly, scolded himself severely in his heart, and comforted him softly, "Then you should have a good rest first, I will go back to Yun Palace to lie down, and come back to see you later."

After he finished speaking, he ran away in a panic.

Mo Che got out of bed as if nothing had happened, and he didn't seem to be as weak as he appeared.

He looked at the back of Yu Fu running away, smiled lightly, and murmured, "Brother, you can't escape."

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The author has something to say:

Mo Che is the most cowardly son I have ever had.