his little warmth

Chapter 154: Having a Family with Him

After drinking and eating.

Cheng Mu washed the dishes and walked into the living room. With a glance, his eyes shifted to the little girl sitting on the sofa watching TV.

The boy sat down next to her carelessly, stretched out his long hand, and took Jiang Nuanxing into his arms.

The little girl blinked her eyes, pushed his chest, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Cheng Mu, you are blocking me from watching TV."

"Yes." Cheng Mu responded casually, holding her in the same position, his tone perfunctory and overbearing.

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing couldn't push him away, so her cheeks bulged, and she simply found a comfortable position in Cheng Mu's arms, feeling at ease and treating him as a humanoid cushion.

At that time, a funny scene from a variety show was playing on the TV, and the bursts of laughter seemed to add a lively atmosphere to the room.

Cheng Mu hugged Jiang Nuanxing quietly for a while, and then he started to feel restless.

He pinched her face, took her hand and looked at it again and again, and asked, "Did you get cut when you were cooking just now? The kitchen knife has never been used, it is very sharp."

"Well, I'm fine." Jiang Nuanxing replied distractedly.

"This is the first time I have used that wooden chopping board, and there may be many thorns on it; the soup pot is not insulated, and it will hurt your hands if you burn it; and the ceramic bowl is easily broken if you drop it, and if you step on the broken pieces on the floor..."

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to stop as soon as he said it.

After listening quietly for a while, she finally couldn't help interrupting him: "So what do you want to say?"

After a pause, the young man took the girl's hand completely into his palm and told the truth: "The kitchen is very dangerous. Let me do the cooking from now on. Don't do anything."

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing lowered the corner of her mouth and was almost amused by him: "What are you talking about? I have to cook a lot at home."

"Could it be that every time I cook, I inform you: [Hey, is this Cheng Mu? It's almost time to cook dinner, please come to my kitchen quickly]...Is this like this?"

Probably because she thought the words were too graphic, the girl couldn't help laughing even after she finished speaking.

Cheng Mu didn't smile.

The boy was silent for a while, then placed his chin on the girl's neck and rubbed it with a deep look in his eyes:

"Silly Nuannuan, when I say future, I mean our future home."

Cheng Mu held Jiang Nuanxing's hand and raised his eyes to look at her. His obsidian eyes were as bright as the waxing moon in the night sky.

"Would Nuannuan be willing to have a home with me?" the young man asked seriously and longingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around him seemed to change instantly.

The laughter on the TV seemed to be isolated from the world.

The young lovers looked at each other, and only they knew how fast their hearts were beating.

The air was quiet for a while, Cheng Mu stared at Jiang Nuanxing in a daze, then puckered the corners of his lips, and tears fell down.

She hadn't even settled the matter with him for leaving without saying a word, yet he actually dared to ask her such a question!

Jiang Nuanxing forcefully opened his hand on her waist, and all her small fists fell on Cheng Mu as if she was angry.

"I don't want it, just go away."

Cheng Mu's heartbeat stopped and he hugged him tighter.

The young man held her face and gently coaxed: "It's okay if you don't want to now. Don't cry Nuannuan."

Jiang Nuanxing sniffed: "I don't want to do it in the future either."

"That's not okay." He wiped her tears gently, but his tone was as domineering as ever.

Jiang Nuanxing choked, and the tears fell even more fiercely because of his anger.

Cheng Mu froze, sighed helplessly, reached out through the girl's shoulders, picked her up and sat on his lap, holding her like a child.

The two looked at each other, and Cheng Mu was the first to surrender: "Nuan Nuan, please stop crying, okay? I asked too suddenly."

At worst, he can just ask later.

But Jiang Nuanxing wrapped her arms around his neck, as if she knew what he was thinking, and said in a choked voice: "You are not allowed to ask anymore."

Cheng Mu: "..."

The boy was silent for a moment, then rubbed her head in a compromising manner: "Okay, don't cry."

He was most afraid of her crying.

Jiang Nuanxing buried her head on his shoulder, sobbing a little lower, but still ignored him.

Cheng Mu helped her along the way, just when he thought the topic was over.

Jiang Nuanxing moved and tightened her grip around his neck.

The girl's soft voice was wrapped in a thick nasal sound and a sudden complaint.

"Cheng Mu, actually, you are very bad."

(End of this chapter)