Chapter 2859: Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day 19

- Darling, don't worry, any dog you don't like, I'll take care of it.

-Did he touch you? Were you scared?

-Your frown looks good, but I don't like you frowning; smile, okay? I want to see you smile.

-That jackal is too dirty, unworthy to approach you; I've had someone take him away, and he will never appear before you again.

-I'll treat you well; do you like me? Can you? Can you? Can you?

Jin Chen: Get lost, I don't like it.

There, after a pause of a few seconds, another message came: Do you have someone you like?

Jin Chen looked at the message, squinting his eyes.

Unlike the previous pervert's obsession, this question really feels a bit nervous.

He suddenly remembered something, hissed, and tentatively typed a slow reply on the screen: No.

This time, the other side suddenly didn't reply at all.

Jin Chen waited a few minutes, but still got no reply.

He lowered his gaze, turned off his phone, the thoughts in his eyes grew heavier, and he had a rather absurd guess.

Jin Chen put away his phone, turned to Tan Quan and said: "Let's go, head back first."

At the same time, the second floor of the flower shop.

Yun Jian wrapped himself in Jin Chen's coat, sitting on the sofa, holding his phone.

Once his subordinate left, he could no longer see Jin Chen via video, yet he never expected to receive such a reply.

No one I like.

Yun Jian's smile faded bit by bit; he stared at those five characters for a long time, then clenched his phone.

He couldn't take it.

He couldn't take it at all.

Having received Jin Chen's indulgence and tolerance, his care and attention, even his kiss when sober, how could he accept such an answer from Jin Chen? He thought he had at least secured a place in Jin Chen's heart, that he was special, different.

Jin Chen said he has no one he likes; then what am I?

Are all that gentleness, all that indulgent intimacy fake? Is it just his own wishful thinking? Or does Jin Chen treat everyone this gently?

No, it's not possible.

How could Jin Chen have no one he likes? Jin Chen must like him, and only him.

Yun Jian's breathing grew rapid, his pupils tinged red.

The rabbit is indeed stubborn, also loves jealousy; this trait is fully manifested in him.

He desperately wanted to gain a sense of security, to confirm Jin Chen's feelings, to tightly bind Jin Chen to his side, so that Jin Chen's eyes and heart could hold only him.

Yun Jian walked to the bedroom cabinet and opened the bottom drawer.

Inside the drawer lay a small bottle, a dark glass bottle with no label on its body.

This is another good thing from the underground arena.

Just three drops can make a man as strong as an ox pass out for a whole day, and upon waking he will have no memory, feeling only unusually fatigued.

Yun Jian stared at the bottle for a few seconds, then reached out and picked it up, holding it in his hand.

Half an hour later, Tan Quan returned to the coffee shop holding Song Cun.

He placed Song Cun on his bedroom bed, examined him carefully, confirmed there was no serious problem, then breathed a sigh of relief.

In the flower shop, employee Xiao Ye was about to get off work; seeing Jin Chen come back from outside, she smiled and greeted, "Boss Jin."

Jin Chen nodded: "Is Boss Yun in?"

"Upstairs," Xiao Ye said. "The boss is preparing dinner, saying he specially made your portion."

Jin Chen: "Alright, I'll go up and take a look."

He went up to the second floor.

In the Living Room, warm yellow lights shone; the table already held several dishes, all to his taste.

Yun Jian brought out the last soup from the kitchen; seeing Jin Chen, his eyes lit up.

"You're back." Yun Jian's voice was soft, with a hint of a smile.

Jin Chen nodded, took the soup bowl from his hand, placed it on the table, and said, "You made all these dishes?"

"Mm." Yun Jian looked at him, eyes curved, "I wanted to have dinner with you."

He recalled Jin Chen's reply, and the feeling of grievance and unease surged up again.

Yun Jian couldn't help but walk over and hug Jin Chen.

Jin Chen froze for a moment, reached out to return the hug, gently rubbed Yun Jian's hair, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Yun Jian didn't speak, just buried his face in Jin Chen's shoulder, lightly rubbing.

Jin Chen indulged him, as usual patting his head, and asked gently, "Were you scared by today's events?"

Yun Jian shook his head, lifted his gaze to Jin Chen, and the smile at the corner of his lips deepened further.

"Let's eat first; the dishes are getting cold."

The two sat at the table; Yun Jian served two bowls of rice and pushed the soup bowl over.

"Try this." Yun Jian said, eyes curved, "I just learned it."

Jin Chen took the soup bowl, picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful; as the soup entered his mouth, he lifted his eyes to Yun Jian.

Yun Jian showed a soft smile: "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"No, it's very good."

Jin Chen said, scooped another spoonful, and slowly drank it down.

After the meal, Jin Chen was about to get up to clear the dishes when Yun Jian pressed down on his hand.

"I'm here, sit for a while."

Jin Chen glanced at him, then sat down, "Okay."

Yun Jin swiftly put the bowls and utensils into the kitchen, then brought out a plate of prepared fruit: apples cut into small pieces, oranges peeled, and a few toothpicks stuck in.

"Have some fruit." He put the fruit plate on the coffee table in front of Jin Chen, "You're tired too; wait a moment, it'll be ready soon."

Jin Chen watched his back as he entered the kitchen, raising an eyebrow.

He relaxed his body against the sofa, posture lazy and leisurely; after a few moments, he let out a soft sigh.

The sound of water in the kitchen stopped.

After a moment, Yun Jin came out wiping his hands, seeing Jin Chen asleep deeply on the sofa.

He walked to the sofa, sat beside Jin Chen, and whispered softly, "Jin Chen?"

Jin Chen did not respond.

Yun Jin stared at him for a good while.

He stood up, walked to the window, closed all the windows tightly, then drew the curtains.

After doing all that, Yun Jin walked back to the sofa.

In the light, his black pupils quietly turned red, glowing with an eerie light.

Yun Jin sat on the carpet beside the sofa, gently took hold of Jin Chen's hand resting on the sofa arm, brought his face close, rubbed it, then kissed the inside of Jin Chen's wrist.

Then another.

They became increasingly frequent, wetter, and stickier.

Yun Jin's lips pressed against Jin Chen's skin, he could clearly feel the pulse of the blood vessels beneath; he seemed addicted, no kiss ever feeling enough, from wrist to palm, from palm to fingertips, he wouldn't let go of any inch.

"Darling..." he murmured, voice suppressed, "How can you say you don't like anyone?"

Yun Jin gently rubbed open Jin Chen's lower lip with his thumb, then slowly leaned in and took it into his mouth.

One hand braced on the sofa, the other wrapped around Jin Chen's neck, he kissed without restraint, lost in the moment.

"You obviously have..." Yun Jin murmured between kisses, voice muffled, "You should like me... why say you don't?"

This kiss lasted a long time, so long that Yun Jin could barely breathe before reluctantly letting go.

He pulled back slightly, looking at Jin Chen's lips, red and swollen from his kisses, feeling some satisfaction, but soon replaced by desire.

Still not enough.

Yun Jin wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, gently pushed him back so he leaned against the sofa's backrest, then lowered his head and kissed the side of Jin Chen's neck.

He paused there, staring at Jin Chen's collarbone for a few seconds.

The shirt's buttons were fastened neatly, the collar snug against the neck, covering the skin beneath.

Yun Jin reached out, his fingertip resting on the first button, paused, then gently unfastened it.

The button came undone, revealing a small patch of collarbone.

Then the second.

Then the third.

Yun Jin's fingertip occasionally brushed Jin Chen's skin, warm to the touch, making his heart race faster.

With each button undone, his breathing grew a little quicker, his gaze a little more obsessed.

The shirt was completely undone.

Jin Chen had a fine build—broad shoulders, narrow waist—and Yun Jin's gaze clung to him, sweeping inch by inch.

His kiss landed in the collarbone hollow, as if trying to imprint his scent there.

"You are mine..." Yun Jin whispered, voice thick with uncontrollable obsession, "Only mine..."

Yun Jin's fingertip had just touched the abdominal muscles when he keenly sensed Jin Chen's breath hitch for an instant.