(92) I think you want to make amends now

  Song Min stood up and suddenly rushed into Wen Yan's arms, his small hands holding Wen Yan's face, "Look at you, you've aged."

  Wen Yan pulled Song Min's hand and dragged her in, closing the door and trapping her between himself and the door. "How did you come back?"

  "I miss you." Song Min looked at Wen Yan with sparkling eyes.

  Warm words couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips, her heart was filled with something, feeling very solid.

  Song Min stretched out his index finger and gently touched the bottom of Wen Yan's eyes, saying with a heartache: "You both have dark circles under your eyes."

  Wen Yan wrapped his arms around Song Min's waist and pulled her towards him, "Let's go, go to sleep."

  Song Min stood still and refused to move, what's "come on, go to sleep"?

  "Sleep with me." Wen Yan explained again, but it seemed to be more ambiguous the more he spoke. He yawned and had a thick layer of fatigue in his eyes.

  Song Min's heart ached again, and she let Wen Yan lead her away.

  "Go up."

  Song Min obediently took off his shoes and went to bed.

  "Take off your coat."

  Wen Yan took over Song Min's coat and put it aside, also got on the bed, and pulled Song Min into his arms, resting his chin on Song Min's hair, closing his eyes, "Don't worry, we won't do anything, just sleep."

  "Oh." Song Min let Wen Yan's warm words envelop him, and gradually, he too felt a bit sleepy.

  When Wen Yan woke up, it was already past three in the afternoon. He quietly looked at Song Min in his arms for a while, then leaned down and pecked her lips, before getting out of bed to cook dinner.

  Song Min slowly opened her eyes in the fragrance of rice, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her throat was very dry, probably because it was autumn, F city was too dry, and her throat had been sore every morning when she got up these days.

  "Hmm..." Song Min cleared his throat, lifted up the quilt and got out of bed. This sleep was unusually good.

  "Awake?" Wen Yan took off her apron and came out of the kitchen, touching Song Min's head, "Go put on your coat."

  Song Min rubbed his eyes, still a bit sleepy, and said in a spoiled tone: "I want to drink water."

  "Go get dressed." Wen Yan pulled down Song Min's hand that was rubbing his eyes, still wearing contacts and daring to rub them, truly not treating his eyes as his own. "Don't rub them again."

  "Oh." Song Min turned around and went back to put on his coat. When he came out again, Wen Yan had a cup of water in his hand.

  Song Min splashed some water on his face, took a drink, "glug glug" and finished it in one gulp, then cleared his throat, feeling much more comfortable.

  "Is your throat uncomfortable?" Wen Yan put down his cup.

  Song Min rubbed the indentation in the middle of his collarbone with his hand and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, "It hurts a bit."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yan's hand was already on Song Min's forehead. After a few seconds, Wen Yan said, "Hmm, no fever."

  "Drink more water these days." Wen Yan gently patted Song Min's face, "Go wash your face and then have dinner."

  "Hmm." Song Min obediently went to wash her face, and after wiping it clean, she felt that her skin was tight and dry. She searched around the sink and only found a large bottle of lotion. Song Min squeezed some onto her palm and applied it to her face, thinking that Wen Yan really understood her deeply.

  Song Min couldn't help but laugh as he came out of the bathroom, rushed to Wen Yan's side, held his face and rubbed it hard. The soft touch was really not like wiping a big treasure's skin.

  "What have you been applying? Are you really only using Da Bao?" Song Min turned Wen Yan's head back and forth, examining it carefully. Her skin was indeed good, even more delicate than her own... not at all like someone who often stayed up late...

  Wen Yan nodded slightly, sniffing the soft and fragrant scent on Song Min's palm, and shamelessly said: "Maybe it's natural beauty."

  Song Min patted Wen Yan's face and said seriously: "Young man, you can't be too proud, you must be humble."

  "No way, this face is just handsome." Wen Yan let out a soft "tsk", with an expression that said he couldn't help himself.

  Song Min: "......"

  Song Min was speechless, but Wen Yan's words were indeed flawless. He was indeed handsome... that face was really handsome... otherwise, why would she have taken a liking to him?

  "Alas, if you didn't have this face, would I still like you?" Song Min furrowed his brow and tilted his head in serious contemplation.

  Wen Yan pulled down her hand, very confident, "I can."

  "How did you know?"

  "Because..." Warm words leaned into Song Min's ear, his voice extremely low, slowly saying: "Because I still have a voice, and can tempt you."

  There is laughter in his voice.

  Song Min's words were heart-wrenching and gut-wrenching.

  "Don't try to tempt me with your sweet words!!"

  Compared to Song Min's frantic behavior, Wen Yan just blinked his eyes, as if he was being cute.

  Song Min covered his face, looking like he couldn't take it anymore. "Wen Yan, you win. No face, but still a voice, and can still sell cuteness."

  "Alright, let's eat quickly." Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh twice, and Song Min felt his blood vessels were empty. He looked at Wen Yan with a wronged expression, "I feel like it's been ages since I've heard your voice, what a huge loss this is!"

  "Next week after I return to Municipal Hospital, will you move in and live with me?" Wen Yan's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, his expression was serious, not looking like he was joking at all.

  "Hmm...hmm..." Song Min hesitated for a moment, still blushing, "I think this matter is still a bit early."

  Soft words lost in laughter, rubbing Song Min's head, really ancestors, whatever you say is what it is.

  After dinner, two people went shopping at the supermarket.

  "I want to eat ice cream." Song Min pulled Wen Yan, pointing at the ice cream in the refrigerator and said coquettishly.

  "Get it yourself." Wen Yan pushed the shopping cart and stood still, with a pampered face.

  "Do you want some?" Song Min took out a box of strawberry flavored ice cream, turned around to look at Wen Yan, actually she still wanted to eat chocolate flavored one.

  Wen Yan looked at Song Min's smiling eyes and nodded slightly.

  Song Min was satisfied and put two large boxes of ice cream into the shopping cart, then looked up to say something to Wen Yan, but after glancing behind Wen Yan, he quickly turned his face away with a ghostly expression.

  "What's wrong?" Wen Yan subconsciously turned his head to see what had happened.

  "Don't look back!" Song Min quickly grabbed Wen Yan's arm and said pitifully, "My mom is behind us."

  Her eyebrows twitched slightly as she asked, "Did you tell Uncle and Auntie when you came back?"

  "Forgot..." Song Min's head was already imagining her mom bursting out in a loud roar, after all it had been more than half a month since she last went home...

  "You'll suffer even more if you keep hiding like this..." Wen Yan looked at Song Min with sympathy.

  Song Min awkwardly puffed out his cheeks and emerged from behind Wen Yan's cover, feeling extremely guilty as he greeted his mother, "Mom..."

  Song's mom and her colleague were pushing the cart to check out, originally still smiling, but as soon as she saw Song Min, she immediately pulled a long face, "You actually know how to come back?"

  "This isn't... busy...?" Song Min's smile was about to fall off her face as she tugged at Wen Yan's sleeve.

  Song's mother saw all of Song Min's little actions, and a sense of sadness that couldn't be concealed arose, looking at Wen Yan also starting to feel that he was somewhat annoying.

  "Ah, is this Song Min's boyfriend?" Song's mother's colleague looked at Wen Yan with a scrutinizing gaze, her eyes full of admiration. "He's really a talented and handsome young man! You're truly blessed, not only do you have both a son and a daughter, but your daughter is also smart and beautiful, and now she has a husband who is also a talented and handsome young man."

  "Auntie is good." Song Min and Song's mom's colleague greeted her.

  "Hello." Colleagues smiled and greeted Song Min, then said to Song's mother: "I'll take my leave first."

  After her colleague left, Song Min came over and hugged Song's mother's arm, starting to act coquettishly: "Mom..."

  Song's mother's expression eased a bit, originally she wasn't very agreeable to her daughter going away to study, now that she's finally back, not being home for ten days or half a month is really like having a little white wolf, but the little white wolf is also her own flesh and blood, what can be done, besides spoiling her there's no other way.

  "What would you like to eat?"

  Song Min swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his throat and coughed, "I want to eat everything."

  If she tells her mom again that she's already eaten, her mom will skin her alive.

  Wen Yan was also taken aback by Song Min's words.

  "Come and eat too." Song's mom took Song Min to the fresh food section again.

  Song Min looked at the growing number of items in the shopping cart, feeling a sense of despair, and cast a sympathetic glance at Wen Yan: "You're really pitiful."

  Wen Yan Hui returned with equally sympathetic eyes.

  Wen Yan made a big pot of porridge in the afternoon, and Song Min drank two bowls by himself. If they weren't too full from eating, the two of them wouldn't have gone out for a walk.

  "Mom, you don't need to buy so much, we can't finish it." Song Min subconsciously stopped Song's mother from continuously picking vegetables.

  Song's mother slanted her eyes and glared at Song Min: "You haven't eaten the meal I cooked for so long, don't you miss it?"

  Song Min put down his hand and stood obediently, no longer speaking, with a listless expression.

  Wen Yan covered his mouth with his fist and chuckled, it turned out that his little ancestor also had such a cowardly moment, truly rare, rarely seen.

  Song Min glared at Wen Yan with a sympathetic gaze, hoping he could be so cheerful at the dinner table too.

  After finishing the payment, Song Min took the initiative to pick up the shopping bag, "Mom, let me help you carry it."

  "Alright, alright, with your skinny arms and legs, your dad would be heartbroken if he saw you." Song's mom picked up the two shopping bags with a clean and efficient motion, her expression unchanged, truly worthy of being the mother of two children.

  "Auntie, I'll carry it." Wenyan took over the shopping bag from Song's mom.

  "That's hard work for you." Song Mama was not polite or reserved at all, and gave it all to Wen Yan. The resentment of being kidnapped by her daughter finally dissipated a bit.

  Song Min felt a little heartache and pulled at Wen Yan's sleeve, asking in a low voice: "Is it heavy? Can you handle it?"

  A warm smile welled up in her eyes as she lowered her head to look at Song Min, teasing him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Am I okay? Do you want to try?"

  Song Min's face turned red with a "brush", and he quietly moved to one side, keeping a safe distance from Wen Yan.

  "How did you suddenly come back?" Song's mother directly ignored Song Min's red face, and didn't mind the commotion in her heart.

  Song Min hugged Song Mama's arm and coquettishly said, "Of course I missed you guys."

  "Cut it out." Song's mom snorted disdainfully, "I think you're looking for a soft spot, huh?"

  Song Min: "......"

  "Haha." Song Min awkwardly chuckled twice and then shut his mouth, no longer speaking.