After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Lin Chuanwu looked at his wife beneath him.

Clear eyes gazed unfocused at him, long lashes trembling, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

A look that seemed to say he was at Lin Chuanwu's mercy.

Lin Chuanwu's scalp tightened. Of course, he knew that without protection, things could get wild. Just thinking about it made his blood boil, but given his current physical condition, Lin Chuanwu didn't want him to get pregnant just yet.

"You could get pregnant. Let's wait for next time," Lin Chuanwu said, kneeling up.

"Chuanwu, I can take birth control pills…"

"I can't bear to let you take those pills."

Lin Chuanwu lifted Wen Yan's upper body into his arms.

Unable to see, Wen Yan relied entirely on him, quickly wrapping his arms around Lin Chuanwu's neck in dependence.

"Just once won't matter…"

"It doesn't matter, but it's still not okay," Lin Chuanwu said. "Even with protection, I can still satisfy you."

"Don't you trust my skills?"

Wen Yan trembled slightly, "No…"

"I just want you to feel a bit better."

"Then call me 'husband' a few more times and praise me for being amazing."

"Okay… mm!"

Suddenly, the color drained from Wen Yan's face, cold sweat breaking out as he trembled violently.

Veins spread densely to his stomach, pressing against his heart, and finally even his throat felt swollen.

Unexpectedly, after being apart for half a month, things felt so unfamiliar. Wen Yan's nails dug into Lin Chuanwu's shoulder, leaving a scratch.

Meanwhile, the veins on Lin Chuanwu's temples bulged. While letting him adjust, he cupped Wen Yan's face and kissed him passionately…

Wen Yan tried hard to open his mouth wide, fully accepting…

"Chuanwu…" Their lips and tongues parted, leaving a silver thread.

Wen Yan's slender legs rubbed against Lin Chuanwu's, their body temperatures rising, moisture trickling down their backs and abdomens.

A refreshing breeze occasionally blew in from outside the window, but it couldn't alleviate their heat.

"Chuanwu…" Wen Yan's face flushed, gently rubbing against Lin Chuanwu's neck, "So hot…"

Lin Chuanwu lifted him higher.

"Call me 'husband.'"

"…Husband," Wen Yan's voice was soft.

Lin Chuanwu's scalp tightened.

The hand around his waist tightened even more.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan's pale face slowly flushed with emotion.

His lips moved up and down, sometimes landing on Lin Chuanwu's forehead, sometimes on his nose.

"Chuanwu…" Wen Yan felt like he was melting, holding Lin Chuanwu's face, he said foolishly, "You're amazing…"

This stimulated Lin Chuanwu even more.

The soreness slowly spread to his limbs, becoming tingly and numb, as if he were about to melt into water. Wen Yan arched his neck.

"Chuanwu, let me have a baby…"

Lin Chuanwu's eyes turned slightly red for a moment.

Then he buried his face in Wen Yan's neck, breathing heavily.

The room's door didn't open for three whole days.

Lin Chuanwu brought in food, then closed the door with a bang.

The room was once again filled with the lingering scent of musk.

The bed was messy, with Wen Yan lying there asleep, his fair skin covered in kiss marks and fingerprints, and other uncleaned traces… Lin Chuanwu didn't wake him, letting him continue to sleep…

Looking at Wen Yan's handsome yet lustful face, Lin Chuanwu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he once again opened his reproductive cavity.

Returning to his nest felt so satisfying.

Lin Chuanwu buried himself in Wen Yan's soft chest and slowly fell asleep.

He had that nightmare again.

Wen Yan divorced him, wanting to live a rural life with Wen Shichuan. Even though he was so close to Wen Yan, he couldn't catch him…

"Chuanwu, wake up…"

Hearing someone call him, he woke up from the nightmare, opening his eyes to see Wen Yan's worried face. He suddenly pulled him tightly into his arms.

"Don't run away with Wen Shichuan."

"I won't, I won't."

"Chuanwu, did you have a nightmare again?"

"Yeah."

"Do you feel better now?"

"No."

"I want to do it."

Lin Chuanwu nudged him, and Wen Yan immediately went weak in the limbs.

"Chuanwu, why don't you go out and eat something first?"

"I need to replenish my strength too."

Only then did Lin Chuanwu leave his body.

Lin Chuanwu fed Wen Yan until he was full, and after he was full, Lin Chuanwu ate his leftovers.

"Don't eat leftovers, let Qiu Yi bring another serving."

"But I like eating what you've eaten."

Wen Yan had no choice but to touch his ear.

"Then eat slowly, don't rush, or you'll choke."

Food was just something he ate with difficulty to regain his strength. What he really wanted to devour was Wen Yan.

Taking advantage of Wen Yan's drowsiness after eating, he suddenly pounced on him.

Like a beast, he pinned Wen Yan firmly beneath him, then extended his tongue, licking Wen Yan's nape inch by inch.

Then his teeth sank in.

The pain, mixed with shivers, made Wen Yan tremble slightly, "Chuanwu."

"I want to mark you."

"That way, you'll never be able to leave me."

Only then did Wen Yan realize how insecure he made Chuanwu feel.

If he could really be marked, he would let Chuanwu mark him completely.

"Chuanwu, try biting a bit deeper…"

Lin Chuanwu bit deeper.

The pain made Wen Yan feel like he was truly marked by Lin Chuanwu.

Then, Lin Chuanwu lifted him, making him kneel.

In this position, Wen Yan felt ashamed, his legs sliding weakly to the sides.

The lingering soreness combined with the new, making Wen Yan's tailbone tingle and numb, spreading all the way to his brain.

His brain turned to mush, hot and melting.

He forgot everything else, only knowing to enjoy with Chuanwu…

Wen Yan turned over, and they faced each other again.

Rough hands cupped Wen Yan's face, wet lips pried open again, a thick tongue delving into his mouth, the oral cavity automatically tightening, entwining…

Mmm…

He didn't even know when he passed out…

When he woke up, his vision was blurry, only feeling a prick in his chest. Wen Yan touched it, realizing it was Lin Chuanwu's head.

Wen Yan couldn't help but touch it, "Chuanwu…"

"Awake?" Lin Chuanwu's voice was hoarse.

"Yeah…"

"Is it night or day now?"

"Afternoon."

"Did I sleep for a day and a half?" Wen Yan's hand moved from Lin Chuanwu's head to his nose.

"Two and a half days."

Lin Chuanwu opened his mouth to bite his finger.

Wen Yan let him bite, but it turned into licking, the nimble tongue sucking between his fingers, even swallowing both fingers into his mouth, making sucking sounds.

"Stop, Chuanwu…"

His fingers tingled, and his heart fluttered.

Wen Yan trembled slightly, suddenly remembering how these two fingers had been used to relieve himself, even though it had been two and a half days, it still made Wen Yan feel embarrassed.

"Let me wash them first…"

Lin Chuanwu didn't let go, sucking on them.

His fingers felt electrified, tingling and heating up.

The two soon kissed again.

After panting and separating, Wen Yan tidied Lin Chuanwu's wet hair, "Chuanwu, we should go home."

If he calculated correctly, they had been here for five days.

"Let's go back a bit later."

Then the two did nothing, just lay in bed kissing.

In the evening, Lin Chuanwu carried Wen Yan to wash up.

Wen Yan pushed Lin Chuanwu away a bit, wanting to stand on his own, but his waist and legs were so sore and weak that he almost fell.

His first reaction was that his legs and feet were acting up again, then he realized that after being with Chuanwu for five or six days, even a normal person would have weak legs.

Not just his legs, his arms were also too weak to lift, so Lin Chuanwu washed him clean.

After washing, Lin Chuanwu dressed him, wrapped him in a coat, and carried him out the door.

Wen Yan heard Qiu Yi's report and buried his face tightly in Lin Chuanwu's neck.

He only lifted his head when he heard the car door close.

They arrived at the doorstep.

Wen Yan asked Lin Chuanwu for the time.

"Nine o'clock."

"Yijing must be asleep," Wen Yan whispered.

It was hard enough to get Lin Yijing to be close to him, but he had been away for five or six days. Kids get familiar quickly and forget just as fast.

Lin Chuanwu carried Wen Yan straight to the second floor, placed him on the bed, went out for a moment, and then placed a soft little person in his arms.

Wen Yan was stunned, then smiled.

"Chuanwu, did you bring Yijing over?"

"Feel if it's him."

Wen Yan touched his eyes and nose.

The shape was the same as Lin Chuanwu's, just smaller.

"It's our Yijing."

Lin Yijing, sleeping soundly, lay in the middle.

Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu lay on either side of him.

"How did you figure it out?"

"Because he looks a lot like you."

"I look like him? I wasn't this troublesome when I was a kid." Lin Chuanwu scoffed, "He won't sleep unless you give him a couple of slaps at night."

Actually, Wen Yan thought that if Lin Chuanwu had a doting mother, he would definitely be very troublesome too. He wasn't troublesome as a kid only because he didn't have the conditions, but Wen Yan didn't say that.

"Did you ever hit him?"

"In the half year you were gone, sometimes I took care of him at night. When he cried and fussed and wouldn't sleep, I'd give him a couple of slaps on the butt, and he'd settle down."

"He's still young, you should coax him more." Wen Yan didn't know how hard he hit, but he felt a bit sorry and rubbed Lin Yijing's butt.

Lin Chuanwu was a bit jealous, "You don't feel sorry for me being single and taking care of a child, you only feel sorry for him being hurt by me? He's so small, how hard could I hit him?"

"I feel sorry for you taking care of a child alone too."

Wen Yan stopped rubbing Lin Yijing's butt and started rubbing Lin Chuanwu's face.

"Liar, you don't have a sympathetic expression on your face at all."

"I'm not lying to you."

It seemed they disturbed him, as Lin Yijing turned over, kicking Lin Chuanwu's chin.

The little thing, with a surprisingly strong kick, made Lin Chuanwu cover his chin.

Wen Yan heard the commotion, "Chuanwu, what's wrong?"

"He kicked me."

"Do you think he did it on purpose to get back at me?" Lin Chuanwu was speechless.

"No, Yijing probably just did it accidentally. I'll hold him closer to me." Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh.

"No, just leave him in the middle. Otherwise, he'll sniff you out and snuggle into your arms, and how am I supposed to hold you to sleep?"

"Then leave him in the middle." Wen Yan said softly, "Yijing, you need to be good when you sleep, don't kick Daddy again, you hurt him."

After coaxing Lin Yijing, Wen Yan asked Lin Chuanwu, "Does it still hurt?"

"Do you want me to blow on it for you?"

"Yes."

Wen Yan groped his way to Lin Chuanwu's face, placing both hands on his temples first, then slowly moving down, finding Lin Chuanwu's chin, and gently blowing on the spot where Lin Yijing had kicked.

"Blowing on it will make it not hurt."

The soft breath carried the sweet scent of snow orchid, tickling Lin Chuanwu's throat, his hand finding Wen Yan's hand.

"Chuanwu, does it still hurt?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'll blow on it some more."

"Not there." Lin Chuanwu guided Wen Yan's hand downward.

Touching the cold belt, Wen Yan's fingers trembled and withdrew.

"Here."

"Blow on it for me." Lin Chuanwu wrapped his arm around Wen Yan's waist.

Wen Yan's ears burned.

"No, Yijing is still here."

"Let's go to the study."

Wen Yan still shook his head.

"Can we wait a couple of days? I want to apply for a break."

"Then I'll help you."

Wen Yan's face was burning.

"In a couple of days, I'll let you help me."

"Let's sleep, Chuanwu, I'll lull you and the baby to sleep."

Wen Yan stroked his head.

*

Sunlight streamed into the spacious nursery.

Wen Yan was holding Lin Yijing, looking at a picture book.

Lin Yijing flipped through it, babbling indistinctly.

Wen Yan felt a sense of longing.

If his eyes could see, he could teach Lin Yijing to recognize the things in the picture book.

Instead of like now, letting Lin Yijing, who didn't understand anything, look and recognize on his own.

Before coming back, being unable to see, after the initial pain, he slowly became numb, whether he could see or not became irrelevant to him.

But at this moment, Wen Yan really hoped his eyes would get better soon.

He could clearly touch Chuanwu's face, feel Chuanwu's body temperature, but because he couldn't see, he still felt a deep longing, the same for Lin Yijing.

He wanted to see them.

In the evening, Lin Chuanwu came home from work.

"Chuanwu, will I never be able to see you again?" Wen Yan asked softly.

Lin Chuanwu held him in his arms, "No."

"You take your medicine on time every day, and you don't feel as frequently as before that life is meaningless."

"You're slowly recovering now, and your eyes just need time to heal."

"Is that so?"

"Of course."

"Just in time, I'm free tomorrow. I'll have Qiu Yi make an appointment with a reputable psychologist, and we'll go see them together, okay?"

Wen Yan nodded.

The next day, Wen Yan woke up early.

"Chuanwu, I think there's no need to see a doctor…"

Lin Chuanwu knew he was overthinking again.

Lin Chuanwu directly dressed him, carried him downstairs, and got in the car.

Sitting in the car, Wen Yan was helpless, "Chuanwu…"

Lin Chuanwu pinched his face, "It's just seeing a psychologist, don't overthink it."

An hour later, Wen Yan was helped out of the car by Lin Chuanwu.

Then Wen Yan's hand was held, and they walked for a long time before stopping.

Wen Yan's face was cupped by large hands.

"You go in by yourself, I'll wait for you outside."

"If you want to see me and the baby, then don't hide anything from the psychologist, be sure to tell them everything truthfully."

Lin Chuanwu rubbed his nose, "Did your husband make it clear?"

"Clear." Wen Yan couldn't help but smile.

"Then go in."

"Okay."