I almost touched the moon

"Sister, how about having crab roe soup dumplings tonight?"

After taking a shower, Cheng Che shouted towards the living room, but got no response. He thought that the hair dryer was too loud and Wen Song didn't hear him, so he turned off the hair dryer and asked again, but still no response.

He felt a little uneasy, and when he walked into the living room, he saw that there was no one there. The butter puppy dolls that were originally scattered on the sofa were now neatly placed on one side of the sofa.

"Iseylia?"

Sudden fear and uneasiness filled his heart. After calming down a little, he remembered to call Wen Song, but no one answered the call.

The helplessness and confusion in his heart almost made him panic, and many possibilities flashed through his mind that he didn't even dare to think about...

Fortunately, the doorbell rang at this time. He immediately went to open the door, and sure enough, Wen Song was standing outside.

Cheng Che immediately hugged her, pushed her against the door and asked, "Where have you been?"

"What's wrong?" Wen Song was a little puzzled. He shook the cigarette box in his hand and said, "Go downstairs to smoke."

Sure enough, he smelled a strong smell of tobacco on her.

"I'm sorry, sister..." Cheng Che lowered his head guiltily, "I hope I didn't hurt you."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled and didn't take it to heart, "What happened today? You feel so insecure."

Then he pointed to the white leather bag on the sofa and said, "Can't you see my bag is still there?"

After she said that, Cheng Che noticed her white handbag on the sofa. He felt even more ashamed, but he didn't want her to know his weakness, so he changed the subject and said, "I'll go make some crab soup dumplings for my sister."

The frozen soup bags were wrapped with many layers of ice packs and placed in an insulated box, so they did not melt even after more than ten hours of flight.

"Thank you." Wen Song saw his sincerity and couldn't help but walk up to him and kiss his cheek on tiptoe.

"Don't say thank you to me." He lowered his head and held her in his arms, "Sister, please don't leave me..."

"When did I say I was going to leave you?" Wen Song thought this was a little funny, but he still coaxed him, "Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'll go heat up the soup for you."

"I'll go." After hearing her words, Cheng Che finally let go of his hands that were wrapped around her and went to the kitchen to cook.

It was a very simple dinner, two bowls of sea coconut, yam, carrot and pork ribs soup, and two baskets of crab roe soup dumplings.

However, Wen Song found that Cheng Che had no appetite. After drinking the soup, he only ate two crab meat dumplings and put down his chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Wen Song asked, "Didn't you eat well on the plane?"

"It's okay." Cheng Che rubbed his head, "I feel a little dizzy and don't have much appetite. Sister, eat slowly. I'll wait for you and clean up later."

Wen Song's intuition told her that something must have happened when Cheng Che returned to China this time. However, she was not the type to ask questions proactively. Even though she noticed something, she did not think too much about it, let alone ask proactively.

After the meal, Wen Song helped Cheng Che to clean up the table. It was not so much cleaning up as just moving the plates from the table to the kitchen sink.

Cheng Che rinsed the dishes briefly and put them in the dishwasher, then wiped the dining table carefully. He didn't finish cleaning the kitchen and dining room until they were spotless. Then he stretched and said, "Ah, I'm so tired."

When he stretched, the hem of his T-shirt moved up, revealing the muscular lines on his lower abdomen, the mermaid line, and the faintly visible six-pack abs.

When Wen Song looked up, he happened to see this scene, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that she had a great figure. However, he blushed inadvertently, lowered his head and said a little awkwardly, "I'm going home first, you should go to bed."

"Wait a moment." Cheng Che grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, "Stay with me for a while."

"Aren't you sleepy? Do you want to go to bed first?" Wen Song looked at his dark circles and couldn't help frowning.

"I'm sleepy." He buried his head in her neck, sniffing her fragrance, "But I want to stay with my sister for a while longer. I really miss you."

"Okay." Wen Song smiled and held his hand, "I'll accompany you."

They snuggled together on the sofa, Wen Song naturally rested his head on Cheng Che's shoulder, holding hands, and watched "Game of Thrones" together.

"I'm going to Finland for training next Monday, to Lapland."

"So early?" Wen Song was a little surprised, but soon returned to a calm tone, "Then you should have a good rest these few days."

"I can't bear to leave you." He held Wen Song's arm, and almost pressed his whole body against her, "I don't want to be separated from my sister."

"Then do you want me to accompany you to Finland?" Wen Song asked tentatively, his tone flat, but he secretly hoped that he would nod.

"I want to, but I don't want to." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "There's nothing in Lapland in the summer. Sister will be very bored."

"I don't care." Wen Song also smiled, "Just treat it as a summer vacation, and I can go to Helsinki to see my friends."

"What friend?" Cheng Che immediately became alert. "Boy or girl?"

"It's a boy." Wen Song pinched his face. "He's someone I knew in China. He works in Helsinki, and he's gay."

"Cheng Che, why do you always care about these things?" Wen Song looked at him with some confusion, "Don't you trust me?"

"No..." Cheng Che hugged her tightly, "I'm just afraid that my sister doesn't love me that much."

"You think too much." Wen Song was not an emotional person. Hearing his words, he felt helpless. He patted his hand and said, "You are seriously sleep deprived, so you are thinking too much. Go to bed."

"Stay with me." He held Wen Song's hand and refused to let go.

"What do I want to accompany you for?" Wen Song looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he leaned close to him, turned his head, and whispered in his ear, "Do you want me to sleep with you?"

"Iseylia!"

Cheng Che's face turned red instantly. Looking at her charming smile, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to have turned into the fascinating nine-tailed fox in mythology.

He could no longer suppress his inner impulse of love, and he put his big hands around her waist, letting her sit on his lap, and passionately kissed her tender lips. He gradually moved down, from her lips, to her chin, to her neck, all the way to her collarbone, and he couldn't help but kiss and lick the crescent tattoo below her collarbone.

"Ah...wait a minute." Wen Song couldn't bear such a passionate kiss. He trembled all over and breathed rapidly. He pushed him away a little. "Let's talk about it in a few days. You need to rest well now."

Cheng Che noticed her nervousness and uneasiness, and was afraid that he would hurt her seriously. Reason finally overcame desire and he let her go a little, but his hands still held her tightly in his arms.

"Sister, I'm sorry..." He was a little ashamed, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Why should you apologize?" Wen Song didn't care, smiled lightly, and kissed him on the lips, "Ache, this is a very normal behavior between lovers, don't feel sorry, it's not that I don't want to... It's just that you are really too tired today, take a good rest first, okay?"

"Okay." Seeing that she was not completely ready, Cheng Che stopped forcing her and grabbed her hand and said, "I'll just lie on the sofa for a while. Can you accompany me, sister?"

"I'll stay with you." She let Cheng Che rest his head on her knees and gently rubbed his dizzy head.

"Why don't you ask me what happened during the past few days since I returned home?"

Because of his profession, Wen Song's observation is very sharp. He doesn't believe that she didn't see his abnormality. That is the most secret pain in his heart, but if it is Wen Song, it doesn't matter if she knows.

"You will say what you want to say naturally. If you don't say it, it means you don't want to say it, so why should I dig into it?" It's not that I don't care, but I don't want to force him to think about sad things.

"Yeah... you're right..." However, Cheng Che thought these words had a different meaning. He lowered his eyes somewhat dejectedly, "Actually, nothing happened. I was just too tired."

"Have a good rest." Wen Song kissed him on the forehead, "I'll accompany you."

The TV was so loud, but he fell asleep quickly, which showed how tired he was. Wen Song's legs were numb from sleeping on him for so long, but she didn't move him away. Instead, she let him lean on her and gently stroked his frowning brows.

"So...what happened?"

She asked silently in her heart, without any curiosity, but only worry and heartache for Cheng Che.