The Husband From the Original Pairing is Now Divorced - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Happiness — “Is it comfortable?”

The car soon came to a stop downstairs in the complex.

Zhou Zifei opened the passenger door and carried Sheng Jia out, who was still draped in his overcoat. Sheng Jia’s limbs felt weak and heavy; he didn’t try to be brave or insist on walking himself.

“Baby, come here. Unlock it with your fingerprint.”

At the door, Zhou Zifei reached for Sheng Jia’s hand beneath the coat and guided his finger onto the lock. Once inside, he turned and kicked the door shut.

“I’ll go pour you some water, okay?”

Zhou Zifei set Sheng Jia down on the sofa. Noticing he was swaying, he grabbed a throw pillow and tucked it behind Sheng Jia’s waist for support.

Sheng Jia didn’t speak; he simply nodded with a weary, listless expression.

However, as Zhou Zifei turned toward the kitchen, his hem was caught.

“I… I don’t want you to go…”

Sheng Jia kept his head down, his voice barely a whisper. Only the small whorl of hair on the crown of his head was visible, and his slender, pale fingers were hooked into the bottom of Zhou Zifei’s sweater.

“I’m not leaving. I’m just getting you water. I’ll be right back.”

Zhou Zifei’s voice softened. He knelt down to take Sheng Jia’s hand, trying to get a look at his face, but the man lowered his head even further.

“Then take me with you…”

After saying it, Sheng Jia seemed to feel embarrassed. He tried to pull his hand back, but Zhou Zifei only gripped it tighter.

The room fell silent for a moment before Zhou Zifei answered.

“Okay.”

He stood back up and scooped Sheng Jia into his arms, his forearm supporting Sheng Jia’s thighs. He hoisted him up with one arm, carrying him like one would a small child.

“Wait—!”

Sheng Jia let out a small cry of surprise and instinctively wrapped his arms around Zhou Zifei’s neck, his upper body pressing firmly against the man’s shoulder.

“Teacher Sheng, you’d better hold on tight. It wouldn’t be good if you accidentally fell.”

Zhou Zifei spoke with a chuckle. As he spoke, he gave Sheng Jia a playful little bounce. Startled, Sheng Jia let out another soft gasp and clung to him even more tightly, not noticing that the arm holding him was like iron—rock steady and unmoving.

After a bit of playful fussing, a trace of a smile finally returned to Sheng Jia’s face.

…

However, after dinner, while sitting alone by the balcony, Sheng Jia’s mood plummeted again.

He watched the sky grow dark and the sun sink below the horizon. It felt as if he were falling into a boundless darkness along with it; time felt exceptionally slow and lonely.

Zhou Zifei finished tidying up the kitchen and walked into the living room, only to see Sheng Jia sitting by the balcony. The dim twilight made his figure appear hazy, outlining nothing but a thin, lonely silhouette.

The autumn night air was brisk, yet Sheng Jia had left the window open. He let the evening wind toss his long hair, shivering slightly, yet he remained oblivious, staring out at the distant city lights.

Zhou Zifei’s heart tightened. He had the sudden, jarring illusion that Sheng Jia was drifting very, very far away from him.

“What is Teacher Sheng thinking about?”

Sheng Jia felt a warmth on his shoulders. He turned his head to find Zhou Zifei standing beside him, leaning over with a gentle smile.

“Nothing much. It’s just… whenever I see the sunset, I get this very sad feeling.”

Sheng Jia spoke softly, his gaze returning to the window. A mist gathered in his rounded, expressive eyes, but with a blink, it vanished, leaving only a faint, flickering reflection of the lights outside.

“Why does it make you sad?”

Zhou Zifei pulled Sheng Jia toward him, letting him lean against his body while his fingers moved tenderly through his hair.

“Because… it’s very hard to find the feeling of happiness.”

Sheng Jia closed his eyes and obediently buried his face against Zhou Zifei’s chest.

Because it’s so lonely. It felt as if once the sky turned black, he lost connection with the entire world, and no one would ever notice him.

Sheng Jia’s thoughts unintentionally mirrored the Zhou Zifei of the past, but he didn’t realize it. He simply clutched Zhou Zifei’s clothes, drawing in the warmth and scent of the man.

The two leaned on each other in the silence of the night.

“Baby, shall I make you feel happy?”

Zhou Zifei’s deep voice rose clearly over the whistling wind on the balcony.

Sheng Jia lifted his head. By the light spilling from the living room, all he could see were Zhou Zifei’s lowered brows and his dark, heavy gaze.

His heart gave a sudden thump, and his pulse quickened. Sensing what Zhou Zifei meant by “happiness,” Sheng Jia stared at him for a long time…

But finally, slowly and firmly, he wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and nuzzled him gently.

Zhou Zifei didn’t say another word. He swept Sheng Jia up in a bridal carry, pushed open the balcony door, and headed for the bedroom.

The moment they reached the bed, Sheng Jia was tossed onto the mattress, which let out an intimate creak. Before he could recover from the dizziness, a large shadow loomed over him.

Zhou Zifei’s kisses soon landed by his ear, his hot breath fanning against Sheng Jia’s cheek, followed by his lips. The soft petals of his lips were ground against repeatedly. Sensing that tonight’s intimacy would be different, Sheng Jia hesitated to open up, his teeth clenched tight.

Sensing the tension in the person beneath him, Zhou Zifei changed tactics. He unbuttoned Sheng Jia’s collar with one hand, leaned down, and used his mouth.

Sheng Jia let out an immediate whimper. Moments later, a red mark bloomed on his snowy neck.

“Teacher Sheng, may I kiss you?”

Zhou Zifei’s voice was husky, his face buried in the soft, fragrant curve of Sheng Jia’s neck.

“Can I kiss you a little harder…?”

Zhou Zifei lifted his head, propping himself up with his arms to look at the face beneath him. Sheng Jia’s eyes were shimmering with moisture, sweat beaded on the tip of his small nose, and his cheeks were flushed deep red. His lips were wet, and his expression was one of total blankness.

The heat of Zhou Zifei’s breath made the skin on Sheng Jia’s neck turn a mottled red. He trembled and didn’t speak, only silently gripping the back of Zhou Zifei’s shirt, his eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling.

Zhou Zifei had already been quite forceful, and his lips were already hot and aching—why did he want to be even harder?

Seeing Sheng Jia in such a state, Zhou Zifei’s gaze darkened. He leaned down again, his voice coaxing.

“Baby, open your mouth for me, okay?”

Zhou Zifei’s voice was low and tender, his body hot and powerfully built as he pressed down, making Sheng Jia instinctively surrender.

“Mmh…”

Sheng Jia slowly parted his lips. He was embarrassed to the extreme, closing his eyes tightly as his long lashes fluttered incessantly.

Finally granted permission, Zhou Zifei was merciless.

From behind, one could see Zhou Zifei’s shirt being gripped by a pair of porcelain-white hands, bunching the fabric into wrinkles. Then, they slowly let go, sliding powerlessly toward his waist, fingers intertwining and tightening there.

After only a short while of kissing, Sheng Jia could already take no more. Sensing the change in the man beneath him, Zhou Zifei shifted his focus.

“Hah…”

Sheng Jia gasped for air, the slight feeling of suffocation finally easing. His lips were bitten a bright crimson, and his eyes were brimming with tears.

Zhou Zifei’s breathing hitched. His hand moved to the hem of Sheng Jia’s clothes.

“A little more… May I?”

Zhou Zifei’s voice was heavy. His movements shifted downward, his fingertips tracing intimate curves.

“N-No…”

The end of Sheng Jia’s sentence trembled, making his refusal sound even more vulnerable.

Zhou Zifei coaxed him patiently: “It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. I’ll be very soft.”

As he spoke, his hands didn’t stop. Sheng Jia only had time to grab a few locks of red hair before the strands slipped through his fingers as Zhou Zifei leaned down.

“Don’t—”

Sheng Jia felt as if he were being enveloped by a pour of hot water—like soaking in a hot spring. It was warm and comfortable. At first, he could hear the sound of the “water,” but soon his consciousness scattered. The world became a blur, and the only clear thing in his vision was the constant movement of red.

After that, Sheng Jia melted completely into Zhou Zifei’s warm embrace, allowing himself to be moved and posed. Having not been intimate with anyone for so long, Sheng Jia always reached the end faster than Zhou Zifei, but because of that, his “count” was far higher.

Even when he didn’t want to continue, the rough texture against his skin elicited another involuntary reaction.

…

“Is it comfortable?”

“Let’s take these off, okay…?”

“It’s not ugly. The baby’s body is beautiful… here, and here, so pink and cute.”

Sheng Jia felt as if he were floating in a hot spring, Zhou Zifei’s low, tender voice ringing in his ears. He was so ashamed he wanted to curl into a ball, but those words of praise and the warm, dry palms made it as easy for Zhou Zifei to open him up as unfolding a piece of crumpled paper.

At some point, clothes were scattered by the bedside. Sheng Jia was flipped over, Zhou Zifei’s weight pressing down. His weak wrists were brought behind his back, his hands covered by a pair of much larger ones.

“Baby is so thin, but there’s so much ‘meat’ here. Feel it yourself—doesn’t it feel like dough?”

Those hands were teaching him how to touch himself.

“N-No… let go…”

The sensation was too strange. Sheng Jia’s eyes grew wet; he was on the verge of crying.

Zhou Zifei’s soft laugh tickled his ear. “No?”

A sharp smack echoed in the silent room.

Sheng Jia let out a sharp intake of breath, his calves kicking up behind him. His whole body arched like a fish being pulled onto land.

“Such beautiful waves.”

The words were husky and hot, disappearing into a hurried sound of swallowing.

Sheng Jia did cry eventually. One moment he was twisting his body trying to scramble off the bed, the next he was kicking at Zhou Zifei’s shoulder. He even managed to pull out a few strands of Zhou Zifei’s hair, but the man wouldn’t let go, continuing his conquest.

“I don’t want anymore—I-I don’t want it!”

“W-Wah, stop… stop—”

Sheng Jia cried and begged, but halfway through, his mouth was blocked again, tasting the saltiness of his own tears.

“Are these unhappy tears or ‘comfortable’ tears?”

Zhou Zifei hovered above, kissing away the tears. His pupils were dilated, looking entirely like a predator in a state of high excitement.

“Baby, look at me.”

Sheng Jia’s chin was gripped and turned so his face directly met Zhou Zifei’s obsessed gaze.

“If they are unhappy tears, I’ll have to work harder to make you happy.”

Hearing this, Sheng Jia’s whole body shuddered. He immediately whimpered his answer: “Comfortable… they’re comfortable tears…”

“I’m comfortable too. So comfortable…”

Zhou Zifei leaned down again.

Sheng Jia felt Zhou Zifei was being far too much. He had already given so much, yet Zhou Zifei kept reaching for more, as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had emptied him completely.

He sobbed, shouting loudly, “Liar! You… Zhou Zifei… you liar!”

Zhou Zifei turned a deaf ear and kept at his work.

By the end, Sheng Jia truly had no strength left to cry. Each time, his body would merely shudder, his brows would knit piteously, and his unfocused eyes would flash with tears before falling still.

Finally, Zhou Zifei stopped, having fully savored the “flavor.”

He first carried the soft, messy Sheng Jia to wash him clean, then fed him a large glass of water. He wrapped him snugly in the duvet and tucked him into bed. Zhou Zifei stared at Sheng Jia’s quiet, exhausted sleeping face for a long time before finally leaving the room with satisfaction.

After tidying up the clothes on the floor, Zhou Zifei took their underwear to the bathroom. Adding a bit of cherry-blossom-scented detergent, he hummed a song while scrubbing. After finishing, he sniffed Sheng Jia’s pair to ensure they were clean and smelled of flowers.

Not bad. Very fragrant. Even better than when I took them off him.

Once the chores were done, Zhou Zifei climbed back into bed. The night was late, the autumn chill growing deeper. He held the sleeping Sheng Jia, whose face was flushed, unable to bring himself to close his eyes.

Under the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp, his gaze lingered on Sheng Jia’s relaxed features. He couldn’t resist pressing a kiss right between his brows. After lying down, he tucked Sheng Jia’s feet between his own legs to warm them and held Sheng Jia’s cool hand against his own abdomen.

Even after closing his eyes, his brow remained furrowed, sleep eluding him.

He was thinking…

About how to handle what had happened today.

If only he could use some “methods” to make those people leave the city entirely.

Zhou Zifei opened his eyes, his gaze dark. His fingers thoughtfully traced Sheng Jia’s warm cheek. At that moment, Sheng Jia let out a muddled sleep-mumble and buried his face deeper into Zhou Zifei’s chest. That drowsy, reliant look made the gloom on Zhou Zifei’s face fade, replaced by a gentle warmth.

I really hope you can be happy and joyful every single day.

Zhou Zifei lightly patted Sheng Jia’s back and spoke the words silently in his heart.