Chapter 2868 Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day? 28

Jin Chen carried two glasses of warm water upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and was startled by the unexpected scene before her.

A pile of clothes rose up on the bed, like a soft little mountain.

In the center of that small hill, nestled a furry head, Yun Jian was sleeping inside.

His dark brown curly hair was scattered on Jin Chen's clothes. He was curled up on his side, his cheek pressed against Jin Chen's pajamas, his nose buried in the fabric, fast asleep.

Jin Chen stood there for a few seconds before gently walking over and placing the water glass on the bedside table.

The slight slumping of the bedside made Yun Jian stir, unconsciously burying himself deeper into the pile of clothes, his nostrils flaring, even in his sleep he craved that scent.

Jin Chen sat down, and just as his fingers touched Yun Jian's hair, Yun Jian woke up groggily, slowly waking from his deep dream.

He opened his eyes, his pupils slightly blurred in the light, focusing on Jin Chen's face.

"Jin Chen..."

Yun Jian knelt up, wearing only Jin Chen's white cotton T-shirt, the neckline loose and the hem barely covering the top of her thighs, her fair and slender legs kneeling on the dark bed sheet without any cover.

Because his body was still nestled in the soft pile of clothes, his movements were a little clumsy, but he didn't care. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's waist and abdomen, pressing his whole body against him, his cheek rubbing against Jin Chen's abs.

Jin Chen's palm landed on the back of Yun Jian's head, rubbed it, and his gaze swept over the spectacular pile on the bed. "How did you get it like this?"

Yun Jian straightened up a bit and wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, practically hanging on Jin Chen's body. His cheek was pressed against the crook of Jin Chen's neck, and his warm breath sprayed onto his skin, warm and moist.

"Hmm..." He sighed contentedly, his nose brushing against the skin on Jin Chen's neck.

Jin Chen reached out and supported Yun Jian's buttocks and back, adjusting his posture accordingly.

“Yun Jian,” he tilted his head slightly, his lips almost touching Yun Jian’s earlobe, and brushed aside the messy curls on his forehead, “tell me, why did you pile all my clothes on the bed? Hmm?”

Yun Jian shook her head, nuzzling her head against his chest. "It smells very nice."

He leaned in and kissed Jin Chen's chin and the corner of his lips. "I like it like this, it's all your scent... I sleep so peacefully."

Jin Chen turned her head and gently touched Yun Jian's slightly cool cheek with her lips. "Are you hungry? It's lunchtime."

Yun Jian shook his head, rested his chin on Jin Chen's shoulder, and half-opened his eyes, still looking a little listless.

Then, as if remembering something, he perked up and looked at Jin Chen, "Are you hungry? You've been making coffee all morning, you must be hungry, right? I'll go cook you some food."

He was about to climb out of the pile of clothes when Jin Chen reached out and pulled him back, pulling him into her arms and kissing him on the forehead.

“I’ll take care of it today,” Jin Chen said. “You lie down and rest.”

Yun Jian blinked, as if he wanted to say something, but Jin Chen ruffled his hair again, so he obediently stopped struggling.

But when Jin Chen got up to go to the kitchen, he couldn't help but tug at Jin Chen's clothes and look at him expectantly.

"I'll be back soon," Jin Chen said gently.

Yun Jian then let go, retreated back into the pile of clothes, and buried himself in it.

Jin Chen saw this and her doubts deepened.

In the kitchen, Jin Chen washed rice and chopped vegetables while sorting through her thoughts.

The gene list that the secretary in the underground arena produced, the things that the so-called big boss had, could Yun Jian's instability be related to those things.

But no matter how he asked, whenever the topic of the underground scene came up, Yun Jian would remain silent and try to avoid it.

As Jin Chen was thinking, a warm body suddenly pressed against his back, so close that there was no gap.

Yun Jian had followed him without his noticing. Barefoot, she silently walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, and gently rubbed against him.

"What's wrong?" Jin Chen asked softly.

"I miss you. I can't sleep well when you're not here," Yun Jian murmured softly, her voice sweet and cuddly. "Holding you won't interfere with cooking, right?"

Jin Chen freed one hand and placed it over Yun Jian's hand, which was wrapped around his waist, and gently patted it.

"Hmm," he replied indulgently, "It won't affect anything."

Yun Jian squinted his eyes in satisfaction, his nose pressed against the back of Jin Chen's shirt. The sandalwood scent emanating from Jin Chen mingled with the warm aroma of food from the kitchen, making him feel incredibly at ease.

He held Jinchen in his arms and watched her wash, chop, turn on the stove, and stir-fry the vegetables.

Yun Jian felt that if time could stop at this moment, that would be wonderful.

It will always be like this, with Jin Chen within his reach, him holding Jin Chen, and Jin Chen indulging him.

For lunch, Jinchen prepared a light meal consisting of three dishes and a soup: stir-fried seasonal vegetables, steamed eggs, boiled shrimp, and tomato tofu soup. All of these dishes were easy to digest and not greasy.

He was worried that Yun Jian had a stomach problem, so he deliberately avoided strong-flavored foods.

The two sat down at the dining table, but Yun Jian had little appetite.

He picked up his chopsticks, poked at the steamed egg in the bowl, looked at the shrimp, and finally only picked up two bites of vegetables before putting down his chopsticks and looking longingly at Jinchen.

"Eating so little?" Jin Chen frowned.

"I'm not hungry..." Yun Jian said softly, but seeing Jin Chen's disapproving look, he obediently picked up his chopsticks and reluctantly ate half a bowl of rice and drank a few mouthfuls of soup.

After finishing his meal, he rinsed his mouth and immediately moved closer to Jin Chen, snuggling into his arms and pulling Jin Chen's hand to his stomach.

"Rub it," Yun Jian said in a soft voice, "It doesn't feel right."

Jin Chen placed his palm on it.