Childish Flower

Gao Tianchen walked away freely but left Mu Jin a restless and sleepless night.

The next day Mu Jin went to work in the bookstore as usual. Gu Ziqian was standing in front of the bookcase, sorting out a batch of newly arrived books. Seeing that he was coming, he greeted him with a gentle smile, but he saw a scene of Mu Jin with a pale face and thick black halo under his eyes.

Gu Ziqian saw that he looked poorly and wanted him to go to the small room to rest, it was not a weekend, and there were not many guests, but Mu Jin softly refused.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep well last night. I’ll be fine in a while.”

Gu Ziqian was a bit worried. In the days he spent with Mu Jin, he had a hunch that the other party seemed to have some difficulties but was unwilling to open up and confide in others, shutting himself away until he was tormented by the pressure.

All morning, Mu Jin was in a bad spirit at work and was in a trance. He was always dexterous in his hands and feet. Today, he either accidentally bumped into the display board or carelessly charged the wrong money.

During the lunch break, Gu Ziqian went to the front desk to make a cup of hot tea. When he came back, he found that Mu Jin was lying quietly on the sofa. His haggard face was full of unconcealable tiredness, his hand stroking his stomach in gentle circles.

Gu Ziqian sometimes feels that Mu Jin is really distressing. This person is always vulnerable and strong.

“Xiao Jin, I know you are uncomfortable. Go back and take a rest,” Gu Ziqian said softly, with some imploring tone. “There are not many guests in the afternoon. I can deal with it alone.”

It was really hard. He had had a sleepless night yesterday, staring at the first gleam of the morning light from the quiet night. The heavy tiredness is about to swallow him, and with the restlessness of the baby in his belly, which had been unsettling and vaguely painful, he finally couldn’t hold on.

“Thank you…I always cause you a lot of trouble.” Mu Jin looked at the gentleman in front of him with some guilt. Stood upright holding onto the sofa, wrapped himself up with the scarf, and hobbled out of the shop.

The familiar road that he walks to and from work every day feels so long to him, as long as it ever has, dragging his tired body along slowly, but as if he will never reach the end.

Mu Jin moved his legs mechanically until his body touched the soft quilt, and his whole body instantly relaxed. He did not struggle and let the tiredness wrap him up, abandoning his thoughts.

When Gao Tianchen opened the door and came in, the first thing he saw was Mu Jin curled up on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Afraid of waking the other man, he eased his steps, set his purchases aside and sat quietly on the edge of the bed to gaze at the person in bed, very quietly.

He remembered that Mu Jin used to have a very white complexion, perhaps because of his poor health since childhood, but now he looked at him with an even more somewhat sickly whiteness than he already had, with a hint of transparency in the trance.

He carefully traced the other’s five senses bit by bit. In fact, Mu Jin and Mu Ze are not very similar. Although the shapes of the eyebrows are somewhat similar, the temperament is entirely different.

If Mu Ze’s face is exquisite and lovely, Mu Jin’s is more of a pretty face, although not stunning, but soothingly soft.

Mu Jin was sleeping in a quiet, curled up position like a baby. When viewed carefully under fixed faint light, he was lightly trembling and fine sweat seeping from his forehead, seemed to be in some pain.

Gao Tianchen was a little worried. He lightly opened the quilt that was covering him(MJ). Mu Jin’s hands under the quilt firmly covered his lower abdomen, the clothes in front of his belly were tightly gripped, and his body was a little stiff.

As the months got older, and the mother was depressed, the child was very restless and protested in Mu Jin’s belly, tormenting him so much that he frowned even in his sleep.

Gao Tianchen rubbed his hands together to warm them up and slipped them under Mu Jin’s quilt, pulling his hands away from his belly to prevent him from hurting himself, then gently stroked the other man’s warm, bulging belly, carefully rubbing and releasing his own pheromones to soothe Mu Jin’s spasming nerves.

Unbeknownst to him, the child is already so big in Mu Jin’s belly, and soon his first child will be born.

Mu Jin’s frowning brows gradually smoothened, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his hand hung relaxedly over his chest, and his expression eased considerably.

In his sleep, he only felt that he was in a fascinating dream, and his tired and feeble body was touched by the warmth. It was a beautiful dream that he never had before.