He Became the Aunt of His Best Friend after Waking Up

“I didn’t expect my uncle to come back all of a sudden. The house had been left unused for several years. It was my mother who had been in charge of finding someone to clean it up. I wouldn’t have chosen to open a party there if I had known my uncle would come back …”

“… We drank very late that night, and were almost drunk. The monitor was the last to go. When I saw him off, you chased after holding a bottle of beer. You were drunk, and you couldn’t tell who was saw. You saw my uncle at the door of the villa and thought it was me. You threw yourself up to him and hugged him and called out “Liangzi” to him. I wanted to pull you away from my uncle, but the monitor threw up all over me again. I had to help him get out first. When I got back, you were already asleep in bed, wearing pajamas, and my uncle said you threw up all over him …”

“What happened next?” Cross-legged, Shi Chen sat on the sofa, holding the phone in one hand and the pillow in the other unconsciously. “Did your uncle say anything else?”

“He asked if you were my classmate. I said yes, and then he left. I was afraid you’d feel embarrassed, so I didn’t tell you this. You wouldn’t remember it anyway when you woke up.”

Chen had a touch on his nose. He had no recollection of the matter. He had definitely no feeling of familiarity when he woke up seeing Qing Bo in the hospital that day, except that he felt Bo was so handsome.

“Well, then how do you know your uncle truly likes me?”

“My guts.”

“…”

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you.”

“What?”

“Why not just die for being so stupid?”

Liang hung up the phone with this last sentence.

Chen put down his phone, scratched his head, and sat in a trance with a tangled face until someone came in.

“Feng Ma.” Chen got up and put on his slippers. “What’s up?”

Feng Ma went up to Chen and said, “I’m about to leave.”

“Leave?” Chen was dumbfounded. “Where are you going? Not coming back?”

“I’ll go home.” Feng Ma said, “Sir has given me a holiday off.”

“A holiday? How long?” His first reaction was that who would cook when Feng Ma was gone. Bo was still ill. His diet should definitely be taken good care of.

“I don’t know how many days. He said to wait for his call.” Feng Ma explained to Chen. “I have prepared all the ingredients for dinner. There’s sparerib soup in the casserole. Just turn it off in an hour and a half.”

As speaking, she took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to Chen, “This’s the phone number of the distributor at the fresh supermarket. You don’t have to go out to buy stuff. Just ask him to send it over if you need it.”

Chen took the card, stood there in silence for a moment, and then let out a stiff voice, “… Ah?”

“What are you trying to do?” Chen rushed into the bedroom and asked Bo, “Why do you give Feng Ma a holiday off for no reason? Who’s going to cook when she left?”

A book in his hand, Bo didn’t even look up. “You.”

“I can’t.”

“Then just learn.”

Chen felt angry as soon as he heard this, “Why should I learn?”

“It’s you who said to take care of me.” Bo closed the book and got out of bed. “Now, give me a bath first.”

Chen almost burst out laughing on his words, “Look at you … you old …”

“The old man has been injured and won’t recover as fast as you young people.” Hand leaning on the headboard, Bo bowed his head slightly and asked, “So are you gonna do it or not?”

When it came to Bo’s injured arm, Chen would just become a pussy for he had no reason to refuse any of his asks.

Due to “a little mistake” of Bo, Chen got his clothes wet in the middle of the bath. So, he simply took off his clothes and took a bath with him.

An hour later, they came out of the bathroom in bathrobes.

Flushed, Chen walked fast out of the bedroom, bowing his head. Bo leisurely lit himself a cigarette, and stood in front of the full-length window for a while after finishing smoking it, and then went downstairs.

In the kitchen, Chen uncovered the casserole, and was about to add salt in when Bo help him up. Bo went over to have a look, and slightly frowned, “You didn’t put in the corn?”

“Corn?” Chen froze. Feng Ma had not said anything of this.

“Put them in.” Bo pointed to the corn already cut into four segments on the chopping board.

“Now?” Chen turned around and had a suspicious look of it. “Can it be done to put in now?”

Bo had a touch on his ass and said with a smile, “Yes.”

Chen put the corn in, curled his mouth and said, “Then just answer it. Why do you touch me.”

“You don’t know what I am going to do?” Bo murmured to his ear, “Huh?”

Chen bowed his head in silence, with his ears slowly getting hot.

The more Chen reacted like this, the more yearningly Bo wanted to tease him. He bent down and held Chen into his arms. “Say it again.”

Chen was uncomfortable all over, twisting his body left and right, “Say what?”

“The words you just said in the bathroom.”

Chen flushed in an instant, “You, you obviously heard it.”

“I didn’t hear you clearly. Say it again.”

“No.” Were it not that Bo had shamelessly cornered him and done all kinds of dirty things, Chen would not have said that so quickly. After all, he just refused Bo the other day, and now he came back again. It couldn’t be more embarrassing and humiliating. “I won’t say it again.”

“Then, I’ll say. Xiao Shi, I like you.”

“You, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly saying this?” Chen was so nervous that he turned around and pushed Bo away. He went to the stove, and put a pan on it. “I’m going to cook.”

“Well, I’d better leave you alone.” Bo refrained himself from laughing.

However, Chen did not know how to cook. With all kinds of already well-cut white and green vegetables in the basket, some of which couldn’t even be named by Chen, he had totally no idea of putting which kinds together to cook.

He couldn’t even search it in Baidu since he didn’t have his phone at hand, either. He stood there embarrassed for a while, then he turned his head to look at Bo, “I don’t know how …”

“Don’t know how? It’s okay.” Bo walked up and hugged Chen’s waist from behind. “I’ll teach you.”

“Anything indeed.”

Chen kept feeling numb around his waist.

Chen had thought at first that Bo was just joking when he said he was going to teach him how to cook. Unexpectedly, Bo actually did know how. While his left hand was inconvenient, Bo used only his right hand in the whole process, but it worked out all like decently.

In the end, the last dish was served on the table, and the soup was also ready. Chen filled Bo with a bowl of soup and then rice, then served himself. He sat down and took a sip of the soup, then put a piece of fried kidney in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, and then picked another piece, and looked at Bo as chewing, “Great, you.”

“Have more of it if you like.” Bo picked out a rib from his bowl of soup for Chen.

“You’re not eating this?” Without showing any polite declines, Chen directly put the rib in his mouth.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll just have some soup.”

“Well, how could it work? You’re right in need of nourishment.”

Bo put down his spoon, and slightly frowned, “My hand hurts.”

“I feed you.”

“Good.”

Bo loosened his frowning eyebrows and smiled. Seeing Bo’s reactions, Chen regretted that he had said the words too quickly. The old fox didn’t have pain in his hand. He obviously wanted to be served and look for the opportunity to take liberties with him just as he did in the bathroom.

Shameless!

Chen bowed his head and rattled the gristle in his mouth.

Bo rewarded Chen with a kiss when Chen finished feeding him. And then he went upstairs to work. Chen picked up the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash. He broke two bowls in the process because of the slipperiness of washing-up liquid and his lack of concentration. The moment he thought up the glass cup worth 4500 Yuan, Chen got frightened and hurriedly bent down to pick up the fragments on the ground, only to leave two cuts on his fingers. Chen subconsciously put the injured fingers in his mouth, sipped it twice, then swung his injured hand, and quickly cleaned up the debris on the ground.

Finished with the matters at hand, Bo made two more phone calls. It was almost nine o’clock after he finished his work.

Seeing that Chen didn’t come up, Bo presumed he must have been playing computer games again.

He rubbed around his stiff neck as walking to the door. As soon as he opened it, he saw Chen squatting out, pulling his hair.

Bo, “…”

Hearing the noise, Chen sprang to his feet, only to feel a fit of dizziness and would almost fall back if Bo had not stepped forward quickly and reached out to held him into his arms. Bo waited until Chen recovered from the dizziness to give him a slap on his ass, “Do you have any common sense?”

Chen knew what was going on and scratched his head awkwardly. “I’m in a hurry. I have something to tell you.”

“Ok.”

“You, you let me go first.”

“No.” Bo held him even tighter and laid his chin on his head. “Just say it.”

“Hey!” Chen pushed him hard. “Take care not to let the blood drip onto your clothes.”

Bo hurriedly loosened his hands and retreated with half a step. At the sight of Chen’s held up right hand, Bo frowned abruptly and grabbed his hand to put in front of his eyes. “How did you get yourself into this?”

Chen didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth. He had watched quite a lot such typical plots on soap dramas, which he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at every time and cursing “Rubbish” in his heart. Sure enough, here came his retribution for cursing people, even just in silence.

“I … I just accidently …”

And then Chen stopped saying because Bo took his finger in his mouth.

Chen was dumbfounded right there.

Bo sucked his finger, then took him to the bedroom, found out the medicine kit, and bandaged it up. When he was done, he touched Chen’s face and rubbed his face with the tip of his nose smilingly. “How come your face’s so hot? What’re you thinking?”

Chen swallowed. He thought a lot actually, none of which could be spoken out.

“So excited.” Bo looked at between his legs and raised his eyebrows. “You wanna it?”

Chen protected his crotch with his both hands, and bowed his head very low. From Bo’s direction, it was crystal clear that blood could have dripped down from the tip of Chen’s ear.

“It’s said in books that boys of our age are … are all …”

“Wanting of sex?”

“No, no, no. I just … you just … I … I don’t want … I …”

“I can give it to you.” Bo slowly leant over. “You want it or not?”

Chen wondered whether Bo would give exactly what he wanted it to be. Then Liang’s words flashed across Chen’s mind, which said “My uncle likes you”.

Bo liked him.

And it was before the car accident, which meant it had nothing to do with Ke Zhen.

Qing Bo liked Shi Chen.

“Yes.”

Hearing himself saying the word, Chen became even more excited.