What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 38
Chapter 38: Visiting the Park
Yu Wenxuan had always been someone who acted decisively. When he leaned over, Yu Zhixue thought he was coming for a bite of cake, but quickly realized the angle seemed off.
The other opened his mouth and bit him on the cheek.
Yu Zhixue almost dropped the cake he was holding.
Yu Wenxuan didn’t bite hard—more like he held the bit of skin gently between his teeth. A faint sensation spread from his cheek, leaving Yu Zhixue at a loss.
He wanted to struggle, but was afraid of dropping the food in his hands, so he was forced to just stand there.
Fortunately, Yu Wenxuan was only acting on impulse and didn’t hold on for long. Almost the very next second, he let go.
Yu Zhixue didn’t move. He looked stunned, standing frozen for two seconds before tossing the biscuit in his hand into Yu Wenxuan’s arms. Then, with his now-free hand, he touched the cheek that had just been bitten.
There weren’t any visible marks, but it felt a little warm. Still touching his face, Yu Zhixue said, “I didn’t give you permission to bite me.”
Yu Wenxuan chuckled. “I couldn’t help it—you were just too cute when you were leaning on my shoulder.”
Yu Zhixue slowly lowered his hand, and, like issuing a notice, said, “I’m biting you back later.”
After saying that, he scooped up a bite of cake and took a bite himself, though he continued to stare at Yu Wenxuan’s face, seemingly contemplating where to sink his teeth in.
Yu Wenxuan tried to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, the sweet scent of cream wafted out—because Yu Zhixue had also fed him a bite.
So, he stopped talking, quietly following behind Yu Zhixue as they walked out to a more open area of the street.
The cake wasn’t very big to begin with, and since Yu Zhixue kept feeding Wenxuan as they walked, it was gone fairly quickly.
Once Yu Zhixue finished, he handed the empty container to Yu Wenxuan, who took it and walked over to a nearby trash can to throw it away.
Yu Zhixue didn’t move, just stood there waiting for him.
When Wenxuan came back to his side, the man before him looked up.
“…Lower your head,” Yu Zhixue said quietly, giving Wenxuan a small nudge with his toe.
Yu Wenxuan obediently bent down, even tilting his face to the side slightly to make things easier.
He adjusted the height perfectly—Zhixue didn’t even need to stand on tiptoes. All he had to do was lean in.
Zhixue mimicked Wenxuan’s earlier move and bit his cheek. But he didn’t control his strength well, and only realized after pulling back that he may have bitten too hard.
Seeing Zhixue take a step back, Wenxuan straightened up and said with a hint of regret, “Only one bite? You don’t want to go for a few more?”
Wenxuan still had that handsome, deep-set face of his, but now there was a visible bite mark on one cheek, adding an unexpectedly flirtatious touch.
Zhixue had thought he’d bitten too hard, but for Wenxuan, it was nothing.
He hadn’t even frowned—in fact, the touch of teeth against his skin made him feel like Zhixue could’ve gone even harder.
Hard enough to leave a clear mark.
Zhixue stared at the bite mark and, for some reason, felt a little guilty. His voice sped up as he said, “I’ll go buy you a mask.”
Wenxuan reached up to touch the spot. It wasn’t deep—it would fade soon enough.
So he tugged on Zhixue’s hand and said, “It’s fine. It’ll be gone soon.”
Still, Zhixue couldn’t bear to look at it. “It just looks weird.”
“Does it?” Wenxuan replied. “I actually wish you bit a little harder.”
Zhixue was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, he finally asked, “Don’t you think that’s a bit… weird?”
“It would’ve felt weird before. But not anymore,” Wenxuan said seriously.
He used to not understand why people would get so happy over someone else leaving marks on their body. But after meeting Yu Zhixue, he realized he was one of those people too.
The ring on his finger, the necklace still resting on his chest, and now even this bite mark—they all made him happy.
With sincerity only the two of them could hear, he said, “I really like it when you leave marks on me.”
…
But Wenxuan’s preferences didn’t help. Zhixue still felt embarrassed looking at it.
After all, they were still out in public, and Wenxuan was walking around with only him. That bite was clearly fresh—anyone could tell exactly who did it.
So Zhixue rejected the idea of continuing their stroll as-is and dragged Wenxuan off to buy a mask, even wearing one himself to match.
As they walked along the street, Zhixue warned, “You can only take it off once the mark fades.”
Wenxuan, seeing how serious he was, nodded.
They strolled around a bit more, and as they moved forward, the crowd suddenly thickened. At first Zhixue didn’t understand why, until someone handed him a flyer.
It announced the grand opening of a new amusement park, with half-price admission. The flyer showcased several interesting attractions.
And it was located nearby.
While Zhixue was still looking at the flyer, Wenxuan leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Wanna go check it out? Looks fun.”
Zhixue didn’t answer right away. He flipped the flyer over and saw that the park was also offering cute animal-shaped cotton candy to attract kids.
He paused, then made his decision. “Let’s go.”
The amusement park had just opened, but it was already busy. Several staff members were promoting it at the entrance.
Wenxuan held Zhixue’s hand as they queued up. After a short wait, they bought two adult tickets and went inside.
Once in, Wenxuan glanced around, his gaze settling on some lesser-crowded but interesting attractions, silently planning a route.
Zhixue’s hand was tugged gently. Wenxuan asked, “What do you want to play?”
Instead of roller coasters or carousels, Zhixue, still holding onto the flyer, pointed at something.
“I want cotton candy.”
That posed a slight problem—Wenxuan had just scouted the area and hadn’t seen where they were giving it out. The flyer didn’t specify either.
As he debated which way to go, he spotted a child walking by with cotton candy in hand.
He patted Zhixue on the head. “Wait here for a sec. I’ll go ask.”
He stopped a father and son and asked where the cotton candy came from. The father helpfully pointed the way.
Wenxuan thanked them and returned, intertwining his fingers with Zhixue’s.
“Did you find out?” Zhixue asked.
Wenxuan nodded. “That way.”
Following the crowd in that direction, it wasn’t long before they found the stall, surrounded by children.
A staff member was busily working the cotton candy machine. Next to it stood a rack of completed designs, along with a sign:
One per person – Limited quantity.
Zhixue wasn’t very interested in how it was made. He focused on picking one from the finished selection, agonizing over his decision.
Wenxuan figured that if these were for sale, Zhixue would’ve bought them all.
Eventually, he narrowed it down to two—one shaped like a rabbit, the other like a cat. Holding one in each hand, he raised them up to Wenxuan’s face and asked, “Which one looks better?”
Wenxuan glanced at the bunny in Zhixue’s left hand and the kitten in his right, and quietly reminded him, “There are two of us.”
Since they were two people, there was no need to choose—they could get both.
Upon hearing that, Zhixue stopped wavering. He handed the bunny cotton candy to Wenxuan, then took off his mask and stuffed it into Wenxuan’s coat pocket.
He didn’t want to bite off the cat’s ears, so he nibbled at the back to preserve the shape.
Wenxuan watched as he focused intently on eating, his eyes lowered. His fingers tightened slightly at his side.
It was a rare, beautiful day—sunny but not hot, just warm and bright.
The edges of the fluffy white cotton candy glowed gold in the light. But the brightest thing was the shine on Yu Zhixue’s hair and eyelashes.
Wenxuan took his phone from his pocket, opened the camera with one hand, and lifted it.
“Yu Zhixue,” he called.
Zhixue’s face was mostly obscured by the cotton candy—only his eyes showed. Hearing his name, he looked up curiously.
Click—Wenxuan pressed the shutter.
In the photo, the cat ears of the cotton candy peeked out, and Zhixue’s wide eyes stared at the camera, still dazed.
Zhixue leaned in to look. “Why do I look so dumb?”
Wenxuan corrected, “You look very cute.”
Zhixue finally bit into the candy’s ears. “Oh,” he said, then lost interest in the photo, looking around for something new.
Wenxuan saved the picture into a special album he’d made just for Zhixue. After doing so, he followed Zhixue’s gaze to a new interest.
It was the classic dart game booth—throw darts to pop balloons.
These games usually attracted couples or kids, and to appeal to young people, they often displayed eye-catching prizes. Most common among them…
Wenxuan shifted position, peeking past the current players to see the prize area—and sure enough.
Oversized plush toys sat there waiting. He imagined them cluttering up their sofa at home—those doughnut pillows and teddy bears already made him jealous enough.
Wenxuan rested his chin on Zhixue’s head and said, “Looks like there aren’t many people at the back—want to try one of those games?”
Zhixue turned around and, hands behind his back, asked, “Can we try the balloon dart game?”
Seeing Wenxuan hesitate, he added slowly, “…I kind of want to.”
Wenxuan couldn’t say no now. After a few seconds, he answered, “Sure. But I’m not very good at it.”
“Really?” Zhixue was skeptical.
People like them usually frequented clubs or similar places. Even if they weren’t experts, hitting a balloon wasn’t hard.
Of course Wenxuan could do it. He had spent a whole summer during high school hanging around a sports hall—his aim was excellent.
But now, he only lowered his eyes and said quietly, “Haven’t really practiced.”
Zhixue assumed he was just the exception. He stood on tiptoes and patted Wenxuan’s head comfortingly. “It’s okay. I’m really good.”
Wenxuan: “……”