Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Uncle
Shi Yu returned to the room to find Shen Cheng engrossed in playing with her phone on the bed.
Seeing her so absorbed, Shi Yu’s face darkened.
Without a word, he walked over and snatched the phone from her hands, "Shen Chengzi, you need to moderate your phone usage!"
Shen Cheng turned her head to glare at him, displeased, "You don’t moderate yourself yet you expect me to!"
Shi Yu leaned in close, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "Hmm? Have you ever seen your man, me, playing with his phone?"
Shen Cheng scooted back slightly, her brow furrowing a bit, "I meant that you yourself are not restrained."
He continued to close in on her, hot breath fanning her face, his voice deep and magnetic, "Clarify, in what way am I not restrained."
Shen Cheng placed her hand between their faces before responding: "For one, you can’t keep your hands and feet off me."
Shi Yu took her hand away, pinning her down so she couldn’t move, and leaned in further, "So is it hands or feet, specifically?"
Shen Cheng turned her face away, pulling over the silk quilt to cover her face, "Both hands and feet!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Yu’s lips curved upward, gracefully pulling away the quilt, then hugging her waist and pulling her into his embrace, causing Shen Cheng to bump into his arms.
Shen Cheng expressed her dissatisfaction with his rough move: "I’m pregnant!"
Shi Yu held her waist tightly, imprisoning her within his arms, and rubbed his chiseled chin against her hair, "You’re my pregnant woman."
Knowing she couldn’t outtalk him, Shen Cheng didn’t bother to engage further.
She shifted around in his arms, finding a comfortable position, resting her face against his chest.
But just as she leaned in, Shi Yu’s sword eyebrows shot up, and he sharply inhaled a breath with a hiss: "Sss—"
Only then did Shen Cheng remember that his wounds hadn’t healed, and she hurriedly lifted her head.
Yet, his large palm suddenly covered half of her face, forcefully pressing her back down, murmuring lowly, "Stay just like this."
Shen Cheng didn’t stir, afraid to aggravate his injuries, but she asked him, "Doesn’t it hurt?"
Shi Yu closed his eyes, tapping a well-defined finger over the injured area, "It hurts here..." he said, then pointed at the position over his heart, "but it feels good here."
Without saying any more, Shen Cheng quietly leaned on his chest, gazing up slightly to admire his handsome face—so good-looking that even women would be jealous.
He seemed tired; the space between his brows slightly furrowed, a trace of weariness showing.
Shen Cheng raised her hand, gently smoothing out the crease between his brows, then slid her hand down, stroking the stubble on his chin, her lips curving up, "Uncle."
Shi Yu didn’t open his eyes, nor did he attend to the restless little hand wandering on his face, but merely let a word escape from his throat: "Hmm?"
Shen Cheng’s hand lingered on his sexy chin, the smile at the corner of her mouth spreading deeper, and she repeated, "Uncle."
Finally, Shi Yu took her hand into his, opened his deep-set eyes, and looked down at her in his arms, "What, you think I’m old?"
Shen Cheng gently shook her head, a naughty smile at the corner of her mouth, "You’re not old, just a bit mature, and mature men are especially sexy!"
Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, "Where’s the sexy part?"
Shen Cheng untied the buttons of his shirt, undoing three to reveal his bronzed skin, "Like this is the sexiest."
Shi Yu: "..."
Shen Cheng’s little hand ventured inside his shirt, drawing circles on his chest, "Husband, how old are you?"
Shi Yu closed his eyes again, lazily uttering a sentence, "Twenty-seven."