Sleeping on a plane is a real pain.
Occasionally encountered turbulence, fuselage tremor a few times, directly wake people from sleep.
Anyway, I didn't sleep well that night.
And the consequence of not sleeping soundly is that I have been unconsciously moving in bed all night.
By the time I woke up rubbing my eyes, I was resting on Antoninus's chest and my cheeks were cold and sticky.
I opened my eyes and got up, and, my God, Antoninus was left with a pool of transparent spit on his chest.
I blushed and watched quietly.
Fortunately, Antoninus is still asleep.
So I quickly got out of bed, found two tissues, and gently wiped the saliva from his chest.
And by the time I started wiping, I realized the bastard was already awake.
He's just pretending to sleep the whole time.
As Antoninus took a breath and began to say something else, I covered his mouth. "Shut up! Don't talk!"
I didn't mean to do it!
<I thought my bold actions would anger Antoninus, but to my surprise, he went along with it. After I was satisfied and stopped, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Was it fun?""It was okay," I replied. I used a towel to clean him up and then admired this brand new body in front of me. I couldn't resist touching it again.Antoninus raised an indifferent eyebrow, "If you're done playing, please leave. I need to use the restroom.""Alright, go ahead."Surprisingly, the injured Antoninus was unexpectedly obedient while recovering. It made me unable to resist wanting to tease him. But as time passed, our journey was finally coming to an end, and we were about to land back at the castle.I leaned over the table by the plane's window, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds outside, feeling worried, "So, where do you plan to recover?"Antoninus was puzzled, "Don't you want me to go home?""It's not that," I explained, concerned, "I'm just worri
It was clear that Antoninus' words had piqued Chris's interest."My classmate also has a gun," Chris said, his eyes wide and innocent, a familiar trick he used whenever he wanted something. Instead of directly asking for it, he would drop hints.Sure enough, he continued, "His grandpa gave it to him! He said the gun is over a hundred years old but still looks brand new! It even has gold patterns on it, very, very beautiful!""Chris!" I couldn't help but remind him, "Don't forget what you promised your mom."Chris turned to me with a pout, his deep blue eyes swirling with charm. He always had me wrapped around his little finger. "Mom, you have a gun too!"I was taken aback for a moment. Antoninus, slow as he might be, had surely caught on to Chris's intentions by now. So, he leaned in, forehead to forehead with Chris, and indulgently asked, "Do you want one too?"Chris cheekily chuckled, "I listen to Dad.""Alright, Dad promises you."
Chris pushed both of us in front of the screen, acting like a little teacher, explaining the functions of each button on the controllers. However, I had no interest in any of this.Before he could finish his explanations, I quickly ushered him to bed, "Hurry and go to sleep, or you won't grow tall!"That sentence always worked wonders on Chris. Ever since he met Antoninus, he had wanted to become a tall and strong man like his dad. So, he obediently crawled under the covers and fell asleep quickly.Listening to his peaceful and rhythmic breathing after he fell asleep, I couldn't help but kiss his soft cheek a few times.Turning around, I was surprised to see Antoninus still sitting in front of the screen, struggling to control the character with one hand, his movements both comical and endearing."Hey," I softly reminded him, "you should go to bed too."Antoninus shook his head, saying, "I promised Chris I'd help him clear this level. I can'
Antoninus's unexpected sweet words made my heart flutter for a moment, but I didn't get lost in them. I believed that Antoninus was speaking from the heart, but the future held too many uncontrollable factors. Let alone "forever," it was hard to say if I could stay by Antoninus's side until Chris came of age. So, I just leaned on his arm, rested in his palm, and then sat up with a lazy stretch, saying, "Let's go to sleep!""Shh..." Antoninus gestured for me to be quiet with his eyes.It was only then that I realized Chris was sleeping soundly in bed. Fortunately, this little guy always had good sleep quality, and he hadn't been awakened by our noise.I tiptoed back to the bed. However, Antoninus remained standing on the floor, engrossed in watching the characters on the screen. It seemed that Antoninus wasn't much different from Chris; they both had a fascination with electronic games.But by the next morning, I realized I had misunderstood him. He seemed
With the fish in hand, the cooking process became much easier. I skillfully prepared the fish, gathered the seasonings, and before long, a steaming hot fish dish was ready.When I looked up, I noticed Antoninus standing by the door, leaning on an IV stand. He looked like a knight with a spear, appearing handsome and charming as ever. His steps were as calm and indifferent as his expression.I picked up a piece of fish with my knife and fork, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to his lips. "Try this, how does it taste?"Antoninus chewed thoughtfully for a moment and then replied in a calm tone, "The taste is good, but the presentation of the dish needs improvement.""What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a bit annoyed. After all my hard work, he had the audacity to nitpick?"I'm saying this because it's important," Antoninus explained. "In a little while, I'll be visiting an orphanage, and we will be making lunch for the children together."
I couldn't quite understand Antoninus's actions. "Our esteemed Mr. President isn't getting jealous, is he?"According to his logic, should I be taking a petal bath after all the places he touched me tonight? But Antoninus merely cast a cold glance at me and said, "Not jealous, I just don't like others touching what's mine."I gritted my teeth and retorted, "Who said you own me?"Antoninus looked at me seriously and replied, "Of course you're mine. Maybe I should consider giving you a permanent mark on your body so that no one can touch you casually."Antoninus's words were incredibly rude! I pushed him angrily, and then, unable to control myself, I pushed him into a flower bed and warned him coldly, "I'm not anyone's property, and I don't need any marks!"What era did he think it was? Did he think I was his personal slave?I got angrier the more I thought about it and decided to bite his earlobe hard to give him a taste of how hurtful his wo
This time, we learned from our previous mistakes, and the turkey had already been prepared. As I prepared other ingredients, I explained to him what to pay attention to in each step. He listened attentively beside me, and I glanced at him, suddenly feeling the urge to tease him.I picked up an onion from a pile of vegetables and tossed it to him, saying, "Antoninus, you cut it."Antoninus caught it, examined it carefully, then threw it back, saying calmly, "I don't cook, but I'm not stupid.""This is a modified one!" I looked into his eyes and said seriously, "The onions nowadays have been improved. You can cut them without any worries."Antoninus looked at me skeptically. I widened my eyes, trying to make my gaze look clear and innocent. So Antoninus obediently took the onion.I was secretly pleased and took a step to the side. But he unexpectedly pulled me back and said, "Where are you going? Stay here with me.""I still need to prepare ot
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed quickly. During these three days, I worked with Antoninus in the mornings and taught him how to cook in the afternoons.Antoninus's treatment had continued without interruption. Although the infection in his wound had improved significantly and he hadn't had a fever anymore, the side effects of the medicated wash were still apparent. Previously, his arm was numb, and now even half of his face often stiffened.I massaged his face and shoulders while worrying silently in my heart. If such a perfect handsome guy turned into someone with a paralyzed face, crooked eyes, and drooling every day, what would we do?Antoninus, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all. He had already finished designing the plans. Once the model makers produced the necessary components, he began assembling the so-called "future firearm."I couldn't understand the fascination with this thing. I was just concerned that the gun was even tall