Chapter 2504: My Wife Is a Pirate 34

Returning from the sea, the sunset stretched their shadows very long.

Bu Changji rolled his eyes, then suddenly told Jin Chen to go back to the small house first, saying he himself had to make a trip to the Stone House, claiming he needed to handle the distribution of those treasures.

Jin Chen didn't suspect anything, nodded, and went home alone first.

Back in the courtyard, Jin Chen habitually began tidying up, seeing the jar of small dried fish that Bu Changji hadn't finished, clamoring to be eaten as a snack, he suddenly remembered.

This little ancestor had earlier declared firmly that he would stay here for these days, and even if chased away with a stick, he would absolutely not leave, right?

How did he suddenly decide to go back to the Stone House?

Jin Chen covered the jar dubiously.

"This little ancestor, what is he sneaking off to do behind my back again?"

The more he thought, the more something felt off; he still couldn't relax, turned and headed toward the beach again.

As soon as he approached the shore, he saw in the distance a familiar figure crouching on the beach, head down, meticulously searching through the cracks in the reefs and the sand left by the retreating tide, not even noticing someone approaching.

Jin Chen stopped, watching Bu Changji's serious demeanor, and recalling his earlier actions, he immediately understood about eighty or ninety percent.

A soft, warm feeling welled up in his chest, mixed with a touch of amusement.

He crept closer, hearing Bu Changji muttering softly while rummaging:

"This color isn't bright enough…… this shape is warped…… he should like this one…… well, forget it."

"If he doesn't accept it……" Bu Changji's searching motion paused for a moment, then he continued more determinedly.

"Then I'll think of another way."

In that tone, there was no trace of his former arrogance; it was clearly nervousness about being rejected.

He now clearly realized that not only the Stone House, but even the entire White Wave Hollow could not trap Jin Chen.

Jin Chen's lips curled with a smile as he watched Bu Changji talking to himself, and he finally couldn't help speaking up.

"Why are you crouching alone on the beach at night instead of going home?"

Bu Changji jumped, turned around, and instinctively hid his hand full of small seashells behind his back, lifting his face to look at Jin Chen.

The seaside sunset melted like gold, and the gorgeous rosy light fell on his face, making him look unreal.

"You… how did you come back again?" Bu Changji asked somewhat flustered, "Did you forget something?"

Jin Chen laughed, walked over, squatted down to be eye‑level, and reached out to tousle his hair, which was a little messy from the sea breeze.

"No, but what are you hiding? So mysterious—let me see."

Bu Changji hurriedly shook his head, quickly shoved the seashells into his wide sleeve, then extended his free hand to pull Jin Chen's hand, shaking it coquettishly.

"No, no, I'm not done yet—don't look!"

Jin Chen acquiesced with an 'uh', stopped pressing, and deliberately teased him, "It's almost dark—you said you had to go to the Stone House to handle things; why are you still loitering here?"

Bu Changji no longer wanted to return to that cold Stone House; he had merely used the excuse of looking for seashells to braid a wrist cord.

He wished he could stick to Jin Chen's side all twelve double‑hours of the day.

He immediately clung to Jin Chen's arm, cheek rubbing affectionately, "Don't, take me home, okay? I don't want to go back to the Stone House alone…"

His tone made the Stone House seem like a demonic den where anyone who enters becomes extremely lonely.

Jin Chen looked at his shameless behavior and deliberately pinched his cheek.

"Alright then."

The two stood up; Bu Changji's eyes darted, he suddenly cheered, launched himself onto Jin Chen's back, arms around his neck, and kissed the side of his neck, his voice sweet and cloying.

"Husband, husband, carry me back! I'm tired from walking."

Jin Chen expertly braced him with a reverse hand to prevent him from falling, helpless yet indulgent.

"Don't rub around carelessly, watch out for falling."

"Mm‑mm‑mm!" Bu Changji obediently replied, his arms tightening, and he rested his chin reassuringly on Jin Chen's broad shoulders.

The sunset sank, the sea breeze gentle.

It was the same road home, the same person carrying him, yet Bu Changji's mood was completely different from that night's panic and anxiety.

Only now, pressed tightly against Jin Chen's back, did Bu Changji truly begin to regret.

He regretted not having confessed everything to Jin Chen earlier, thus wasting so much time they could have spent together.

He couldn't help leaning in, lightly kissing Jin Chen's earlobe, voice soft: "Husband… I love you."

Sea and sky merged, twilight wrapped all around, and the gentle sound of waves enveloped the two leaning together.

{Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 94! }

{Detected Villain Blackening Value -6, total 30! }

Small house, night.

The oil lamp emitted a dim yellow‑warm glow.

Just as Jin Chen finished washing up, he was entangled by someone who smelled fresh and clean, eagerly lunging onto the bed.

Bu Changji clung to him like a koala, whining for kisses.

Jin Chen embraced him, fingertips tapping his cool nose, "Tonight you surely won't try to knock me out and run away again, right?"

Bu Changji: "……"

Ahhhhhhh.

His cheeks flushed crimson, embarrassed beyond measure, he closed his eyes and rubbed wildly in Jin Chen's embrace, trying to bluff his way through.

"Don't say that!"

He hummed while skillfully twisting his body, leaving no trace as he ruffled his already loose nightclothes even more, exposing large patches of fair skin and his collarbone.

His eyes flickered, exuding a deliberate seductive allure, he softly collapsed into Jin Chen's embrace, gazing up at him.

Jin Chen's palm lightly stroked his supple, slender waist and back, the sensation exquisite, making one linger.

He chuckled, lowered his head to kiss the willingly offered lips in response to his desire, "All right, we won't mention it again."