Chapter 33 Our Child

His voice—gentle as a fantasy, yet firm—made Su Niansheng’s heart warm. “Of course—I’ve been beautiful since childhood…”
Before she finished, his gaze shifted to the cherry blossom petal in his hand. “?” Wait—did he praise the flower, not her?
“Su Xiaoqian—vanity much?”
Shen Junxi’s eyes twinkled, amused. She puffed up in anger—he dared trick her!
“Shen Xiaoxi!”
She reached to “punish” him—he clasped her fingers, pinning her to the ground. No resistance at all.
…His muscles—no joke.
She felt like a tiny ant under his control.
“Still mad?”
He looked at her—serious, no trace of teasing.
She knew—he asked about yesterday. Her eyes darted away.
Actually…
She wasn’t mad at all.
Ignoring him all day—because she dreamed last night!
In the dream—he was the Plaything male lead, she the heroine. Their “scene” after confessing…
She woke in a cold sweat!
That’s a shoujo enlightenment manga—shameful, private. How could she project that onto her best friend?
Totally horny!
“Hmm?”
Shen Junxi leaned in—tall figure blocking moonlight, oppressive. She turned away, murmuring: “Not mad.”
“Really?”
“Yep—free eye candy of eight-pack abs. Why mad?”
“You counted?”
“N-no! Guessed!”
“Is that so?” He smirked, pretending to lift his shirt. “Wanna check again?”
“Shen Xiaoxi you…”
“Just kidding. Even if mad—don’t ignore me.”
“Why?”
She pouted.
“Because…” He nodded at the fluffy lump nearby. “Want that cat?”
San Hua sat prim—paws together, tail swaying, head tilted—adorable. Her brain short-circuited.
Inside: Ahhh meow—mommy does anything for you!
“Okay! Even if mad—I won’t ignore you. Now give her to me?”
“No.”
“Shen Xiaoxi!”
“Raise her together.”
“Huh?” She paused, then agreed. “Fine.”
They’re always together—who raises her doesn’t matter.
“Promise.”
Satisfied, he helped her up from the flowers. “Name her.”
“Name?”
She thought of cute names—he suggested: “Call her Child.”
“Child?”
“Mm.”
He looked at her—moonlight behind, eyes full of unclear affection.
Our child.
“Why Child? Weird.”
“She’s tiny—still a child.”
“Such a ‘straight male’ logic!” She laughed, shaking San Hua’s paw. “Child—hi, I’m mommy!”
“Then I’m…”
He leaned in—about to claim “daddy”—a terrified shriek cut him off: Ah—
Unprepared, she 扑向 him—soft curves hitting him. His dark eyes widened—he, who easily hits 80kg sandbags, was knocked down by the light girl.
They rolled back to the grass—now skin-to-skin.
The fall intensified his feelings—his eyes reddened. “Xiaoqian…”
Before he spoke—she clung to him like a startled octopus, legs around his waist, head buried in his neck. “Shen Xiaoxi—there’s a toad by my foot! Ah ah ah!”
What?
She yelled so loud—yet he heard nothing. His mind buzzed—only feeling her nestled close, trembling curves, floral scent…
She rubbed against him—soft skin ignited a fire, rushing to his lower abdomen, seizing his senses.
“Xiaoqian.”
“Xiaoqian…”
His eyes grew hazy, Adam’s apple bobbed, voice hoarse. Desire flooded—one hand gripped her waist, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her deeper. As if pressing harder would merge them forever.
“Xiaoqian.”
“My Xiaoqian—my baby…”
His murmur—like losing his mind—revealed his true feelings.
“Shen Xiaoxi—see the toad? Get rid of it! So scary!”
Trapped in toad fear—she waited for him to kick it. But seconds passed…
He held her tighter, calling her name—body burning, voice hoarse—like falling into obsession.
“?”
“Shen Xiaoxi—you okay?”
Did she break him?
He heard her—sanity flickered.
But only for a moment—then vanished.
“N-nothing—I’m scared too.”
He was terrified.
She was in his arms—muddling his thoughts, heart pounding. He dared not move—afraid his intense love would expose years of secrets, scaring her.
“Huh? You scared? You used to wrap snakes around your wrist!”
She turned—warm breath on his ear, soft lips brushing his neck vein. Like a jolt of electricity—he…
He snapped awake—eyes shrinking.
Oh no!
“??”
She felt something wrong.
But she was more scared.