My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 110. Chapter 109. Happiness, happiness.

Chapter 109. Happiness, happiness.

Cheng Qingzhi's eyes slightly opened.

Cheng Songer looked at him and for the first time, a silly expression appeared on his face. Unable to hold back, she laughed, "What's wrong? Are you not happy with me as your only wife?"

Cheng Qingzhi's arms wrapped around her like a snake. His eyes were slightly red, and his pale face had improved slightly. "I'm happy, of course."

In these five years, Cheng Qingzhi had considered the worst outcome. Without Cheng Songer's body as a vessel, she would return to her own world, remarry, and have children.

It is said that the offspring of demons and humans can only be considered half-demons, and they are the least favored by the demon clan. Cheng Songer may not care about the child in his belly.

After all, she had returned to her own world, where countless male demons fought to have children with her. Perhaps she had long forgotten about him.

However, there was a faint glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that one day she would suddenly think of the father and daughter waiting for her return in the human world, and come back to look at him, just one glance would be enough.

Cheng Qingzhi had promised Cheng Songer that she would wait for him for a lifetime, so he would definitely wait for a lifetime.

But. . . life without her in his world was unbearable. Every late night, he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, surviving only by clinging to objects that still carried her scent.

But those cold lifeless objects were not his Songer.

It was just a desperate attempt to find solace!

"Go back, you're barefoot, it's cold outside." Cheng Songer pecked his lips lightly, her eyes gentle as water.

"Will you come back with me?" he asked subconsciously, his already haggard face appearing pitifully beautiful like a flower after the rain.

Cheng Songer embraced him, "Of course."

"Good." Cheng Qingzhi smiled at her and emerged from the five years of darkness.

Xiao Zhi watched in shock. He didn't expect Cheng Qingzhi's feelings for Cheng Songer to be so deep.

Watching their figures as they returned to the house, it seemed as if they were a couple who had been together for many years, supporting each other even in their shadows.

Upon entering the room, Cheng Qingzhi climbed back onto the bed and knelt by the bedside, silently watching her.

With an unadorned face, despite appearing somewhat weary from long travels, it did not diminish his beauty in the slightest.

He sat quietly at the head of the bed, his three thousand strands of black hair cascading down his side, contrasting against his fair skin like snow.

If he was a budding spring flower five years ago, now he was a vibrant blooming camellia, with snow clinging to its petals, both vivid and cold.

His hands rested neatly on his legs, his slightly reddened eyes and pale complexion adding a touch of fragility to his astonishing beauty.

He looked at Cheng Songer, a large empty space beside him, his eyes silent.

Cheng Songer understood his unspoken words, skillfully climbed onto the bed, and covered his exposed feet with a blanket, saying, "Stay warm, don't catch a cold."

"Hmm," Cheng Qingzhi lightly pursed his lips, smiling, and comfortably lay in her embrace.

Cheng Songer adjusted her position to make him more comfortable and asked, "What has happened during the years I was away?"