Gain A Cute Wife By “Kidnap”

Chapter 96

C96 – Porridge

“Alright.” Kissing Shang Xiaojie felt incredibly sweet.

Shang Xiaojie cast a skeptical glance at him, saying, “You said the same thing last night, and it’s still the same today, isn’t it? You’re such a liar.”

Beneath this falsehood, there was a subtle hint of regret, though it wasn’t too obvious.

Would Shang Xiaojie still harbor any resentment?

Mu Sifa chuckled before responding, “But my dear, you didn’t ask me to stop last night, did you? I wouldn’t have continued if you had truly protested!”

Shang Xiaojie found himself pondering the wrong question because his mind was a whirlwind last night, and he couldn’t even recall if he’d spoken.

“Did I really not say anything?” Shang Xiaojie’s round eyes fixed on Mu Sifa, seeking a clear answer.

“Not only did you not say anything, you even took the initiative. Don’t you remember?” Mu Sifa retorted playfully.

Shang Xiaojie blushed instantly and countered, “You’re lying! That’s impossible.” He vehemently denied it.

“Why is it impossible? If you don’t believe me, we can record it next time and show you,” Mu Sifa teased.

Shang Xiaojie’s mind went blank as the conversation took an unexpectedly explicit turn. He couldn’t keep up with Mu Sifa’s audacious banter.

Oh my! Even though I was just joking, he seems to be taking it seriously. His face is so red, it’s captivating to look at.

“Rascal,” Shang Xiaojie finally muttered, too embarrassed to meet Mu Sifa’s gaze. His cheeks were flushed, and he couldn’t bear to look at him.

“What’s the matter? Do you hate me for being cheeky with you?”

The more flustered Shang Xiaojie became, the more Mu Sifa enjoyed teasing him.

“Don’t like it? Fine, put me down; I want to have breakfast.”

Shy and unsure of what to do, Shang Xiaojie gently pushed Mu Sifa away and mentioned breakfast to change the subject.

“Okay, okay, fine. My charm isn’t in the porridge anyway.”

Shang Xiaojie’s face turned beet red once more. Mu Sifa always managed to say things that left Shang Xiaojie blushing.

“Can you please be a bit more serious? You always act this way,” he playfully chided, sounding like a young spouse.

“Alright, I promise to be more focused. But you should also start eating.”

Despite his words, he didn’t release his hold on Shang Xiaojie. Instead, he embraced Shang Xiaojie from behind and rested his chin on Shang Xiaojie’s shoulder.

Shang Xiaojie wasn’t accustomed to this intimacy, as it made eating a bit challenging. He was about to ask Mu Sifa to let go, but before he could, Mu Sifa reached over to help him open the bag and retrieve the chicken porridge.

The moment they removed the lid, the enticing aroma of chicken filled the air.

“It smells amazing!” Shang Xiaojie’s appetite surged, and his stomach rumbled with hunger. There was no turning back now.

“The congee from the shop across the street is simply heavenly,” Mu Sifa commented as he picked up a spoon and blew on it before offering it to Shang Xiaojie.

Shang Xiaojie was momentarily lost in thought, staring at the porridge before him.

“What’s wrong? You said you were hungry,” Mu Sifa inquired, oblivious to Shang Xiaojie’s internal struggle.

At that moment, Shang Xiaojie inexplicably blushed, and his heart raced. It was a sensation he had never experienced before—warm, sweet, and blissful.

“Is it too hot?”

Mu Sifa tried to take the spoon back but was surprised when Shang Xiaojie suddenly drank the porridge. His face flushed with joy.

It was then that Mu Sifa realized that Shang Xiaojie had been blushing because he had fed him.

He playfully pinched Shang Xiaojie’s waist and tickled him. “Are you that delighted, hmm?”

Shang Xiaojie laughed heartily in Mu Sifa’s arms. Despite his attempts to evade, he couldn’t escape Mu Sifa’s playful clutches.

“Stop it, you’re so ticklish, Mu Sifa,” he giggled.

“You’re the one driving, my dear,” Mu Sifa reminded him with a grin.

Understanding the underlying meaning behind Mu Sifa’s teasing, Shang Xiaojie scolded, “You’re incorrigible, but it’s oddly comforting to hear.”