I almost touched the moon

Chapter 133 The trump card

Wen Song never regretted anything she had done, but at this moment, she really regretted it.

She felt that she must have been crazy to flirt with Cheng Che without knowing the consequences. Now she really experienced what it meant to be unable to stop and to be on the verge of death.

From the time the lights came on until the early hours of the morning, she felt as if her bones were about to fall apart, but Cheng Che seemed tireless.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor in a disorderly manner. The dim light shone on the big bed in the bedroom, reflecting two overlapping figures. In the silent night, only panting and very low moans could be heard. Even the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, mixed with the scent of sandalwood, which made people even more indulged.

"Song Song", "Wife", "Sister", "Baby", Cheng Che called her with all kinds of affectionate names in her ears, and asked her again and again, "I love you so much, I miss you so much, do you love me?"

Wen Song was almost exhausted, but he still hugged him and said gently: "I love you, A Che, how could I not love you."

It was just that she was so exhausted that her language system was a little confused. Sometimes she called him A-Che, sometimes Roche, and sometimes she said "Ich liebe dich", and sometimes she urged him "please, I'm almost dead."

Sometimes, the first half of a sentence is still in Chinese, but half of it is in German and half in English. The word order and content are also mixed up and there is no logic at all.

Cheng Che looked at her like this and thought she was extremely cute. He couldn't stop loving her. He hugged her and said coquettishly, "No, sister promised to compensate me. I haven't had enough yet."

"Ache..." Wen Song climbed onto his back and said in a tone that was almost begging for mercy, "Hurry up, my waist hurts."

There was even a hint of tears in her voice. Cheng Che felt distressed when he heard her voice. He hugged her and said, "Then let's take a break and continue."

"What? You're kidding right? I'm really dying..." Wen Song sobbed, "I want to sleep."

Seeing Cheng Che still holding her, refusing to stop, and looking at her pitifully, as if he had suffered some great injustice, Wen Song was at a loss and could only use his trump card.

She hugged Cheng Che tightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a tender voice, "Please finish quickly, I'm really sleepy, husband..."

Cheng Che's heart beat fast when he heard her call him "husband". This was the first time she took the initiative to call him husband, and it happened at this time. Cheng Che looked at her confused and charming eyes, and her amber eyes reflected deep affection. How could he not agree with her?

When everything was over and the night returned to silence, Cheng Che carried Wen Song to wash up. She was already exhausted, so she let Cheng Che play with her as he pleased, gave her a bath and wiped her body, then put her in the bathtub and gently massaged her stiff waist and legs.

His massage was gentle and warm, and she fell asleep in the bathtub. Before falling asleep, she looked at Cheng Che with a dazed look and whispered, "Ah Che, I'm so tired."

Seeing her like this, Cheng Che knew that she must be very tired, so he hugged her tightly with heartache, and apologized while massaging her waist: "I'm sorry, sister, I was wrong today, I went too far, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Wen Song, half asleep and half awake, put his arms around Cheng Che's back, hugged him, and whispered, "Cause I love you."

When Cheng Che heard her words, he didn't cry when he missed the gold medal, but at this moment, his eyes were wet and he hugged her tightly. He picked her up from the bathtub, wiped off the water stains on her body, and carried her back to the bedroom. He gently changed Wen Song into pajamas, picked up the hair dryer and turned it on the lowest wind speed to slowly blow her hair.

After drying her hair, Cheng Che also lay back on the bed and held Wen Song in his arms. Looking at her sleeping appearance, he couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently stroke her long and thick eyelashes, kissed her eyes, and whispered to her, "Good night, wife."

The next day, Wen Song slept until four in the afternoon before waking up. As soon as she turned over, Cheng Che hugged her and kissed her forehead, "Finally woke up, are you still tired?"

"Tired." Wen Song hit him lightly on the chest in annoyance, thinking to himself that they are both human beings, so how come he has such good energy? Wouldn't he get tired?

Cheng Che smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do. Who told you to play with fire, little fox?"

"I'm not a fox." Wen Song muttered unconvincedly, buried his head in his chest, and whispered, "I'm hungry."

Cheng Che patted her and said, "Okay, I'll go cook."

Not sure whether it was breakfast or lunch, Cheng Che made her a plate of Spanish paella, prepared a baguette ham sandwich and some fruit, and poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Seeing that he always prepared everything for him, Wen Song half-jokingly said, "You take such good care of me. If one day you are not by my side, I will not be used to it."

"There will never be such a day." Cheng Che peeled shrimp for her and looked at her and promised seriously, "Song Song, there will never be such a day."

Wen Song suddenly felt a little afraid of such a solemn promise. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? She did not respond. She just lowered her head and ate the shrimps that Cheng Che peeled for her. The shrimps were slightly sweet and delicious, so delicious that she could not refuse them.

Cheng Che noticed her silence, and with a faint smile, he concealed the flash of disappointment in his heart, and changed the subject: "Where did you put the flowers I gave you yesterday?"

"Well..." Wen Song smiled and said, "I gave it to one of your fans. She is very cute and likes you very much."

"You gave away the flowers I gave you?!" Cheng Che suddenly got angry. "Why, sister? That was my award-winning bouquet. How could you give it away?"

"Don't be angry." Wen Song walked to him, hugged him and touched his head, "Why are you the same as Petty, a child."

"Then why did you give my flowers to others? Can such important things be given away casually?" Cheng Che was still a little dissatisfied. He looked at her with a pout and complained softly.

Wen Song smiled helplessly, kissed him and said, "Okay, I think it's not easy for them to support you, and that sister, she took a lot of photos of you, they are super beautiful, and she shared them with me."

Then she took out her phone and showed him the photo of her receiving the award. She said in surprise, "Isn't it very good looking? Very handsome, right?"

Cheng Che said, "But what does this have to do with me? I gave you that bouquet of flowers. It's okay that someone snatched it away last time, but how can you give it back to someone else when you clearly have it? Forget it, I'll give it to you backstage next time."

"Don't be angry, little fool."

Wen Song pinched Cheng Che's face again and explained to him gently: "I just think that it is not easy for her to support you, and you will not give them any response. But no one's support and love are cheap. I can't do anything for you, so I can only give the flowers to her. And what's the problem with flowers? You can just buy me another one. What about the medal? Didn't you say you would give it to me?"

After hearing what she said, Cheng Che understood a little bit. He took out the medal from his backpack, handed it to her carefully, and told her, "Don't give it to others. Absolutely not."

"I know." Wen Song smiled, "I will definitely keep it well. Don't be angry, okay? Do you think the calla lily I bought for you is beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Cheng Che also hugged her and said, "I like it very much."

After Wen Song kissed him for a while, he looked up at him and asked, "A Che, it's your birthday soon. What birthday gift do you want?"

When Cheng Che heard her words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he asked seriously: "Can I have whatever I want?"

"Of course I can do it." Wen Song smiled, "If you want the stars in the sky, I definitely can't pick them for you."

"It's very simple, you can do it." Cheng Che looked at her with extremely clear and affectionate eyes.

"What is it?"