Extreme Pampering
Chapter 107: Sharing the Same Pillow.

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Sharing the Same Pillow.

Uncle," Duan Jiaze was hoisted in mid-air, his legs unable to reach the ground. After flapping his arms futilely like a chubby penguin and realizing he couldn’t break free, he could only pitifully beg for mercy, "I’ll stop causing trouble, please let me down."

At times like this, he would feel that Pei Yu was lying about him being fat all the time. Clearly, Pei Yu could lift him up with just one hand, and effortlessly at that, as if squeezing an ant were the simplest thing.

With the hefty weight in his hand, Pei Yu could tell he was solid. He tossed the chunky boy to one side, "Make a fuss again, and you’re sleeping on the couch."

So as not to block the way here.

"I wouldn’t dare," Duan Jiaze nimbly burrowed into the covers and hugged Shen Zhiyi tightly under Pei Yu’s gaze, completely emerging from his previous shadows to become cheeky once more. At that moment, he didn’t feel secure being next to Pei Yu either and muttered, "Uncle, I don’t want to sleep with you——wah!"

Pei Yu expressionlessly covered his mouth, his large hand enveloping the child’s half-face, "Say that again."

Duan Jiaze struggled ceaselessly, producing only muffled whimpers: "Mmmf!"

He couldn’t speak at all!

"Alright," Shen Zhiyi, with no choice but to deal with these two, sometimes sweet, sometimes naughty, sometimes affectionate, sometimes disdainful, really troublesome, removed Pei Yu’s hand from the child’s mouth, "Stop it. Let’s sleep."

Pei Yu’s palm pressed hard over the child’s mouth, preventing Duan Jiaze from speaking. When Shen Zhiyi touched it, it drifted away lightly but didn’t leave. Instead, it moved to clasp her hand and held it tightly.

No matter how hard he used his strength, he couldn’t break free, so their interlocked hands could only rest over Duan Jiaze’s body beneath the covers.

Shen Zhiyi lay on her side, the sweet scent of the child’s cream lingering around her nose. She couldn’t move the hand that Pei Yu clasped, clearly feeling the warmth emanating from his palm.

After a quiet moment, Duan Jiaze grunted twice and shifted his body uncomfortably, "So heavy."

Bewildered, he asked, "Is something pressing down on me?"

Trying to sit up and look, his head had just peeked out when Pei Yu pushed it down, "Be quiet and sleep."

The weight pressing down on him lightened slightly, becoming negligible. Duan Jiaze pouted, extremely dissatisfied, "Uncle, you’re really fierce, so heartless."

He wasn’t sleepy at all, quite the opposite, very spirited, and he leaned into Pei Yu’s ear, whispering as if sharing a secret, "No wonder Zhizhi doesn’t like you."

...

Veins on his forehead throbbing, Pei Yu was at the end of his rope, "Duan Jiaze, you’re not getting a birthday present this year."

Duan Jiaze was shocked, "That’s not fair, Uncle, I was wrong."

He always looked forward to his birthday presents every year because Pei Yu would always give him things his parents would never get him. If he didn’t get a present, he’d be so sad that he wouldn’t grow.

Successfully threatened with just a single sentence from Pei Yu, Duan Jiaze began to cling and whine, hoping to soften Pei Yu’s heart. This tactic was infallibly effective with Shen Zhiyi, but unfortunately, it was now used on Pei Yu, and the stone-hearted uncle was impervious to such acts.

Seeing no chance to change the unforgiving man’s mind, Duan Jiaze despaired, drawing out his voice, "Uncle—"

Annoyed by his nagging, Pei Yu lifted his eyelid and said in an indifferent tone, "Begging me is useless."

Kids are sly, and upon hearing this, he reacted immediately, turning to the other side to act coquettishly towards Shen Zhiyi, "Zhizhi help me, Zhizhi help me~"

Shen Zhiyi was so bothered that she couldn’t feel the slightest drowsiness anymore, and sighed softly, "Pei Yu."

How could he still be enjoying this.

"Hmm?"

Pei Yu looked down, his lips silently curving into a smile as he played with her fingertips, drawling, "You could plead on his behalf, I’m very easy to talk to."

He just wanted to hear her speak a bit more to him, of course, sweet nothings would be even better.

Shen Zhiyi was not going to fall for it, and pulled her hand back forcefully, "I’m not getting involved in your affairs."

Let the uncle and nephew make their own ruckus.

Pei Yu whispered something into Duan Jiaze’s ear, and the child immediately lifted Shen Zhiyi’s hand, solemnly handing it over to Pei Yu, "Uncle, you have to keep your word."

Regripping her fingertips, Pei Yu chuckled softly, "Of course."

Shen Zhiyi: "... if we don’t sleep now, I’m going to sleep in the living room."

The threat worked well, and the big and the small finally settled down.

But Pei Yu kept holding her hand, never letting go. Shen Zhiyi tried pulling away a few times, only to have him grip tighter and tighter. In the tugging, she gradually grew tired, sleepiness surged up, and she unknowingly fell asleep.

Duan Jiaze’s way of sleeping was very common, often sprawling all over the bed, and this time was no different. With Pei Yu beside him to block, he ended up resting his head on Pei Yu’s chest, a small patch of fabric moistened by drool, his body sprawling across.

It was already the early hours of the morning, and Pei Yu wasn’t feeling sleepy yet. The heavy weight on his chest made it hard to breathe. Considering the slight kinship, he planned to endure it, but soon, he noticed the slight dampness on his chest and guessed what it was. His eyelids twitched fiercely, almost wanting to throw the little brat out.

Enduring it for a long while but unable to take it anymore, Pei Yu quietly went to the bathroom, took off his shirt, and carefully wiped away the drool from his chest.

With only one set of pajamas, Pei Yu came back to the bedroom shirtless, his spot already overtaken by a blissfully sleeping Duan Jiaze. He was half off the bed, leaving a gap in the middle.

Raising an eyebrow, Pei Yu directly picked up Duan Jiaze and placed him on the outermost side and naturally took the middle spot for himself.

Shen Zhiyi was lying on her side, sound asleep after a tiring day of filming, already feeling very sleepy during Duan Jiaze’s antics.

A few strands of hair lay on the pillow. Pei Yu hooked them with his fingers, slowly winding them around, looping them, then loosening them, repeating several times. Finally, unable to resist, he brought them to his lips for a light kiss, his serene gaze remaining on her face, tracing her contours.

The scar from a past injury had already faded quite a bit, almost unnoticeable unless looked at closely, but to Pei Yu, it was exceptionally conspicuous. He brushed aside the few strands blocking his view, his fingertips grazing it lightly. Shen Zhiyi seemed to sense something, shrinking into the sheets. The next moment, she leaned in, forehead resting against Pei Yu’s chest, her warm breath fanning over his bare heart.

Pei Yu halted all his movements, even his breathing was softened, for fear of disturbing her, as if afraid of a butterfly taking flight. It took a while, before he hesitated, then tentatively, drew her into his embrace.

It had been too long since they shared a bed, too long since they had been this close. At times, Pei Yu felt their last intimate encounter was so distant it seemed like a previous life’s memory, but now, holding her in his arms, he realized his body had always remembered her, never forgetting her warmth.

"If only I could get a hug during the day too," Pei Yu sighed quietly.