Chapter 2849 Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day? 08

Goods piled up in front of the flower shop, and what rolled down also affected the coffee shop, spilling dirt and water that couldn't be cleaned up in a short time, preventing the two from entering the shop.

Jin Chen took off his coat, shook it, and draped it over Yun Jian.

"Just wear this for now, don't catch a cold." Jin Chen said, and then helped him adjust his clothes. His fingers inevitably touched the skin on the side of Yun Jian's neck, and they quickly separated.

Yun Jian's body stiffened for a moment, not because of the cold, nor because of repulsion, but quite the opposite, because of Jin Chen's body temperature and aura, which enveloped him completely.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, letting the air seep into his lungs. The coat was large and warm, making him want to curl up inside it.

Yun Jian lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the almost greedy infatuation in her eyes. When she looked up again, all that remained was the gentleness and embarrassment of being cared for.

Seeing him quietly draping his coat over his shoulders, looking rather well-behaved, Jin Chen asked again, "Are you cold?"

Yun Jian shook his head. "It's not cold."

The parts of his body that Jin Chen had touched were burning up, and the heat made his heartbeat a little erratic.

Yun Jian gazed into Jin Chen's eyes, which held a hint of concern, and reached out to gently wipe away the water droplets that Jin Chen hadn't had time to wipe from his forehead with his still-dry sleeve.

Jin Chen paused for a moment, then remained still, letting him do as he pleased. Seeing Yun Jian's gentle smile, her heart softened.

He raised his hand and touched Yun Jian's slightly damp curly hair; it felt very nice.

Jin Chen realized that it might have been a bit abrupt, since he suddenly sensed that Yun Jian was somewhat stiff.

Jin Chen clicked his tongue inwardly, a little annoyed by his habit of doing things without thinking. He withdrew his hand, his expression returning to its usual calm, and turned to the worker who had come over to apologize again, saying, "Pack up your things first, push them to the side of the road, don't block the way, and be careful."

"Okay, okay, right away..." The old man nodded repeatedly, and he and his coworkers sped up their work.

Jin Chen didn't notice that the moment he turned around, Yun Jian lowered his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just now, that touch almost made Yun Jian go limp.

A feeling of comfort to the point of relaxation spread from the top of his head. He used a lot of effort to control his body's reaction and not show any unusual expression.

Now that Jin Chen had turned away, Yun Jian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, a slight daze rising in his eyes to conceal the overly pleased curve of his lips.

He stood beside Jin Chen, sunlight shining on him, his coat wrapped around his body, Jin Chen's scent lingering in his nostrils.

It's a satisfying, bone-deep comfort, even more so than basking in the sun all day.

Yun Jian was in a great mood, so great that even the mess at the entrance of the flower shop became insignificant.

The workers finally moved the goods away and apologized repeatedly.

Yun Jian shook his head, his tone gentle, "It's alright, you didn't do it on purpose. The potted plant is broken, so be it. No need to pay for it."

Xiao Ye, who was standing nearby, widened her eyes in surprise upon hearing this.

She knew the boss wasn't short of money and that opening a flower shop was purely a hobby, but she didn't expect Yun Jian to be so generous. There were at least a dozen potted plants smashed at the entrance, which added up to quite a lot.

“Boss, this…” Xiao Ye hesitated.

"Just tidy it up a bit. See if the potted plants can still be saved, and sweep the soil off." Yun Jian said gently.

The workers left, expressing their gratitude profusely, and Xiao Ye and Song Cun began cleaning up the mess at the entrance.

Tan Quan ran out of the coffee shop, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Song Cun.

"Let me help you!" Without saying a word, he squatted down and moved the potted plants that weren't completely damaged.

Songcun glanced at him, said nothing, and silently moved aside to make room for Tan Quan.

Inside the flower shop, Jin Chen entered and quickly said, "Go upstairs and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Yun Jian nodded obediently, "Okay."

He took off his coat in front of Jin Chen, slowly. As he did so, his soaked light beige cotton-linen shirt clung to his body, revealing the outline of his physique.

Yun Jian is not thin; she has a perfectly supple figure, with soft flesh around her waist and abdomen that makes one want to bury their face in it.

Jin Chen's gaze lingered on that spot for a moment before quickly shifting away.

He carefully held Jin Chen's coat in his arms, its wet sleeves hanging down. "I'll wash the coat and return it to you."

"Okay." Jin Chen nodded. "No rush."

Yun Jian, clutching his coat, turned and went upstairs. Jin Chen watched his retreating figure; his soaked shirt clung to his back, highlighting his beautifully cinched waist, and below that…

Jin Chen looked away, raised her hand to wipe her face again, looking a little troubled.

My wife seems very well-behaved and polite. As for things like burying her belly in her stomach... I'll have to win her over first.

Little did they know that at that moment, on the second floor of the flower shop...

Yun Jian closed the door and stood with his back against the door for a few seconds.

The coat in his arms still carried Jin Chen's body temperature and scent. He lowered his head, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath, his breathing becoming rapid.

He took off his soaking wet shirt and tossed it on the ground.

She was still wet, so she just wiped herself off with a few pieces of paper and then couldn't wait to put on Jin Chen's coat, wearing only this one coat.

Yun Jian zipped up his pants all the way to his chin and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

"Hmm..." Yun Jian let out a nasal sound that was almost a sigh, walked to the sofa, curled up and snuggled in, and lowered his head to sniff the cuffs, collar, front of his clothes... every place was stained with Jin Chen's scent.

The scent seeped into my skin, flowing through my blood—it was so comfortable, so satisfying, so stimulating.

Yun Jian even trembled a little, and could only bite his lip to suppress it.

Two rabbits hopped out of their burrow and curiously approached.

They tilted their heads and looked at Yun Jian, their noses twitching, also interested in the scent on Jin Chen's coat, wanting to come closer and nuzzle him.

Yun Jian lifted his face from inside his coat collar, his eyes tinged with a faint red and somewhat unfocused.

He gently pushed them away, his possessiveness kicking in, "No, these are mine."

The rabbit was pushed back by him, sniffed in dissatisfaction, and the other one also came over to protest, looking down on his stinginess.

Yun Jian didn't care and said to them, "Today is a pleasant surprise. I got wet, but I like it very much."

"I like him, yes, I like him a lot."