I almost touched the moon

Chapter 188 I Want to Sunbathe

Cheng Che smiled and hugged her and asked, "Are you tired? You've worked hard these past few days. Are you hungry? I'll go make you some food."

"Why are you cooking like this?" Wen Song also smiled, hugged him and said, "I'll go make you some porridge."

"Will you?" Cheng Che looked at her doubtfully and smiled, "It's okay, it's just a low-grade fever, it's not serious, I'll go, what do you want to eat, sister?"

Wen Song was a little unconvinced when he heard this. He snorted and said angrily, "There are so many recipes on the Internet. How difficult can it be? It can't be harder than developing a planetary probe. Come on, you have to believe me."

"Okay, I believe you." Cheng Che saw that she wanted to try, so he stopped trying to stop her. He got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and said to her, "I'll go with you, sister."

Just when he got up from the quilt, Wen Song took the opportunity to admire his figure. Due to continuous training in recent days, his muscles became tighter and smoother, and his skin color became darker.

"Are you tanned?"

"I seem to be a little darker." Cheng Che smiled, "The ultraviolet rays in the mountains are too strong, and it's useless to apply sunscreen. My wife won't dislike it, right?"

Then he put his arm around her waist and said coquettishly, "You must like me."

"How could I not like it?" Wen Song also hugged him, "You were too white before, but now it's just right, full of sexual tension."

She deliberately lowered her voice for the last sentence and spoke slowly in his ear.

"Stop it." Cheng Che bit her earlobe as punishment, "I don't have much energy today, don't tease me."

"I know." Wen Song rubbed his messy head, "You should continue to lie down. I'll go cook."

"I'm here to accompany my sister." Cheng Che held her hand and said, "How can I just lie down and let my sister take care of me? My sister is already working hard enough."

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the kitchen and hit Wen Song's face. Combined with the heating in the house, there was an unusually warm feeling that made people ignore the severe cold outside, as if they were in the warm sunshine of late spring.

In the kitchen, she muttered, "50 grams of rice, a small amount of salt, how much is a small amount? The right amount of water, how much is the right amount? Why don't you write the specific grams? It's so strange."

Cheng Che couldn't help laughing when he heard her words, and walked to her side and said, "Let me do it, you go and rest."

"I can do it!" Wen Song said immediately, "It's just that these recipes are not written very rigorously. Who knows what the small amount is and what the appropriate amount is?"

Cheng Che smiled and said, "Cooking porridge is not like doing research. It doesn't matter if there is more or less. Do you really not need my help?"

"No need!" Wen Song pointed at the ingredients on the chopping board and said, "I already know the steps. It's very simple. Go and have a rest on the sofa. It will be ready soon."

"Okay." Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Thank you, honey. You've worked hard."

Looking at her back as she cooked porridge in the kitchen with some unfamiliarity, Cheng Che suddenly felt grateful for his sudden cold. Such moments were as beautiful as a dream.

More than half an hour later, Wen Song finished cooking the porridge, served a bowl to Cheng Che and brought it to the dining table. He smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "It seems like a failure. I'll order takeout."

Cheng Che took a look and saw that she was cooking shrimp and vegetable porridge, but she put too much water in it and it almost turned into rice soup.

He immediately said, "No, it's really good. Let me try it."

Cheng Che took a bite and found it tasted very plain, with just saltiness and a hint of rice aroma. It was not very delicious, but he found it extremely tasty and quickly finished the whole bowl.

He praised: "It's delicious, thank you baby, my wife is the best, she can develop planetary probes, and the porridge she cooks is so delicious, I am so happy."

"Really?" Wen Song smiled in surprise, and went to get another bowl and said, "Let me try it too."

However, she frowned after taking just a small bite. Although it was not so bad that she couldn't swallow it, the taste was extremely bland and had nothing to do with the word delicious.

"It tastes so bad..." Wen Song put down the spoon and sighed.

"Who said that?" Cheng Che scooped a large spoonful from her bowl and put it into his mouth, praising, "I think it's very delicious, really, it's the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. Sister, it's your first time cooking, and you can make it so delicious, it's great, you have to have confidence in yourself. If you don't want to eat porridge, can I make something else for you?"

"It's okay." Wen Song saw his intentions and smiled, finishing the remaining porridge. "It seems that it's not that bad."

After dinner, Cheng Che went back to bed. This time, the cold was quite severe. Even though he had always been in good health, he often felt dizzy and weak.

Wen Song also took a shower and lay back on the bed, yawned, and snuggled into his arms.

Because of the fever, Cheng Che's body temperature was even higher and his whole body was burning hot. The heating in the room was already a little high, and after hugging for a while, both of them were sweating.

Cheng Che was reluctant to let her go. She was like a planetary probe, like Voyager 2, traveling in space. He wanted to keep her by his side, but that would be her destruction. Only in such a brief moment would she accompany him and give him a moment of tenderness.

Wen Song felt hot, but didn't say anything and continued to hug Cheng Che. Being sick, he seemed to become a little fragile. Although he spoke less, he was more clingy.

She patted Cheng Che's back gently and said softly, "Go to sleep for a while. You need to sleep more if you have a fever."

"Okay..." Cheng Che nodded and hugged her completely, "Sister, don't go..."

"I won't leave." Wen Song smiled, patted his back lightly, and hummed a melodious song.

Cheng Che recognized the lyrics, it was "Stille Nacht", a very lyrical song, which seemed somewhat ethereal with her voice.

He never thought that one day Wen Song would hug him and sing to him softly. Even if she was really a planetary probe, she would stay for him for a while...

Cheng Che suddenly smiled, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He hugged her back and fell asleep with her.

I woke up in the early morning. It was snowing heavily outside the window, and there was the sound of strong wind blowing through the tree branches.

Wen Song heard the sound outside the window, sighed, and murmured softly, "I want to bask in the sun."

Cheng Che knew that she must be complaining about the bitter winter in England, so he smiled and said, "Let's go to Portugal or Spain next weekend."

"I don't want to go out on the weekend." Wen Song stretched and said lazily, "I want to go to Borabora on Christmas."

"Polynesia?" Cheng Che thought about it and felt a little embarrassed. "It's so far, sister. Starting from January 1, I will go to Beijing to participate in the closed training before the Winter Olympics."

"It's okay, I can go by myself." Wen Song smiled faintly, took out his phone and started talking to himself.

"Or I can ask Qiu Xuanyan and Zhang Yue if they have time, but Qiu Xuanyan just went to Tahiti during the New Year, so she probably doesn't want to go. Zhang Yue might also want to bring some handsome boy along, so I'd better go by myself."

Cheng Che smiled helplessly, took the phone from her, kissed her forehead, and said with a smile: "I'll go with you."