After so many worlds, Zong Yuan no longer had any expectations for his intelligence. He looked at Sheng Minglang’s arrogant posture and teased him, “You say these are cat ears of mine. If they really are, then have you turned into a cat’s ‘ding ding’?”
Sheng Minglang got angry, “You were the one talking nonsense first!”
Really, what’s wrong with a grown man admitting he likes wearing fancy cat ears? Anyway, I can show them to him privately…
And a cat’s ‘ding ding’! Sheng Minglang turned around, facing away from Zong Yuan, and tightened his underwear. The loose and smooth pants suddenly clung to his body. He turned his head disdainfully, and patted his perky buttocks, “Even from the curvature of my ass, you can deduce that the front is not small!”
The buttocks are indeed perky, with a perfect curvature. Zong Yuan is well aware of the feel of these two masses of flesh in his hands. He rubs his wet hair with his fingers, “Yeah, big.”
But no matter how big, it’s of no use.
Zong Yuan’s body is almost dry. He wipes his head with a towel. Sheng Minglang follows him, his gaze occasionally freezing on his head. Those fluffy white ears make his heart tremble. Zong Yuan somehow has these cute ears, which are round and round but lack the elegant playfulness of a cat.
However, Sheng Minglang wouldn’t admit his mistake. These are just Q-version ears made to look round.
Zong Yuan glances at him sideways, “Why are you following me?”
Sheng Minglang just remembered the question he wanted to ask earlier, “Do you know Chef?”
He was referring to the livestreamer Chef. Zong Yuan shakes his head, “Don’t know him.”
“I feel like something was off with you earlier,” Sheng Minglang says, “What’s going on with you?”
Zong Yuan stares at him without blinking. Sheng Minglang feels a bit uneasy, trying to cover up, “I’m your uncle, if you have trouble, come to me!”
“Okay,” Zong Yuan thinks for a moment, succinctly translating the task for him, “I need to stop someone from doing something.”
As a result, he locked onto the livestream, and Sheng Minglang is in danger too.
He finished speaking, but Sheng Minglang wasn’t paying attention.
He watched as Zong Yuan dried his head, and the ears on top of his head disappeared without a trace. Sheng Minglang widened his eyes, “Where are the ears?”
He looked at the towel in Zong Yuan’s hand, but there were none. Not on the floor, not on the table, not on the sofa.
What the heck?
Zong Yuan calmly looked at Sheng Minglang’s bewildered expression, extending his hand in front of him, “Come, touch me.”
Sheng Minglang swallowed saliva and cautiously touched Zong Yuan’s fingertips with one finger. Just then, the cat ears that had disappeared from the top of Zong Yuan’s head moments ago suddenly reappeared!
Right before his eyes! Openly and brightly!
Sheng Minglang stared blankly at his ears, telling himself that it must be some advanced technology he wasn’t aware of. Otherwise, how could a normal person have cat ears?
Zong Yuan lowered his head to let him see, “They’re not fake, silly.”
Upon a closer look, these ears were terrifyingly real, or rather, they were real, to begin with.
After the inexplicable emotions settled, Sheng Minglang finally spoke. He didn’t know what to say or how to say it. This wasn’t just about a pair of ears; it involved national peace, the safety of humanity, racial grudges, and even his relationship with Zong Yuan.
“Are you… a monster?”
Zong Yuan jokingly replied with a serious expression, shaking his head, “No, I’m your little elf.”
Sheng Minglang’s face suddenly turned red, and he stammered, “So, are you here to fulfill my wishes?”
He casually accepted this notion, and Zong Yuan asked with interest, “What is your wish?”
Sheng Minglang, unusually shy, said, “To, to… you know.”
“Oh,” Zong Yuan was indifferent, “So, any guy can fulfill your wish?”
Sheng Minglang gave him a dead-fish stare, “Impossible.”
If any man could be with him, he would have lost his first time long ago at the age of twenty-six. Sheng Minglang had high standards, and the reason people in the circle considered him a top was not that he had preferences for either 1 or 0. It was just that he always maintained a cold demeanor, indifferent to advances from both 1s and 0s.
There’s no such thing as “not the coldest but colder,” and he was the living proof.
When it came to little 0s, Sheng Minglang would feel disgusted if a 1 showed interest in him. But over time, he became increasingly thirsty.
Lin Gousi called this having too high standards.
Zong Yuan pointed to himself and asked, “So, can I do you?”
“Sure,” Sheng Minglang looked at him with fiery eyes, “but in our circle, there are rules.”
Zong Yuan nodded knowingly, “Go on.”
“We must take responsibility for the first time!” Sheng Minglang patted his chest proudly, “You’re in luck, big brother, I’m still a first-timer!”
He seemed confident on the surface, but in reality, he was quite nervous. Anyone in the circle would know that the rule about taking responsibility for the first time was unheard of.
Zong Yuan could see the hidden nervousness in Sheng Minglang’s eyes but chose not to respond. He went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of beer. Sheng Minglang followed him, feeling reluctant to ask about Zong Yuan’s thoughts.
Zong Yuan returned to the room with the beer, sitting on his mattress. Sheng Minglang also sat down cross-legged.
Taking a sip from the beer bottle, Zong Yuan said, “Do you know why Sheng Mingyan adopted me?”
Frowning, Sheng Minglang cleverly replied, “Because you’re my little elf.”
Zong Yuan patted his leg, “No, think again.”
“Sheng Mingyan is always mysterious,” Sheng Minglang’s brain cells were almost extinct, “Does that guy need a reason for anything?”
Sheng Minglang counted on his fingers as he tried to recall, “When I was a kid, he used to stare at me like he was fascinated with some rare object. I would wake up in the middle of the night to pee, and I’d see his big round face. He spent three years in a Taoist temple and had a piece of jade he really liked on his body. But about half a year ago, he told me he sold it for 300 yuan!”
Zong Yuan listened to Sheng Minglang talk about Sheng Mingyan while sipping his beer. Sheng Minglang had this ability, he could always divert the conversation on his own.
After saying so much, it was all just to relieve tension.
Zong Yuan watched as Sheng Minglang finished a bottle of beer, then saw him get up to turn off the lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp glowing.
Zong Yuan, still wrapped in a towel, lifted Sheng Minglang in his nervous gaze and then tumbled together into the soft bed.
Sheng Minglang heard his own rapid breathing.
Zong Yuan chuckled in his ear and said, “Let’s sleep.”
In such an ambiguous posture, legs entwined with legs, arms wrapped around arms, Sheng Minglang’s eyes gleamed, unblinking, waiting for Zong Yuan’s next move. Feeling a bit uneasy, he freed himself from Zong Yuan’s arms, “Wait a moment.”
Turning over and searching under the bed for a while, he found the strawberry-flavored condoms that Lin Gousi had bought for him last time.
Holding the box of condoms as if it were a treasure, pure and expectant like a three-year-old, he looked at Zong Yuan, “How many do you want?”
0046, “No, no, no… this won’t do. Not at all, Zong Yuan!!!”
Men shouldn’t say they can’t.
Zong Yuan, gritting his teeth, said, “Listen to me.”
“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm,” he nodded attentively.
Zong Yuan found a seamless reason, “You had spicy food tonight, it’s not advisable. It’ll hurt.”
Sheng Minglang also thought of this, furrowing his brows, “Will it hurt a lot?”
Zong Yuan nodded decisively.
Sheng Minglang shivered and weakly put the items back. He climbed onto the bed with an air of frustration, “Why the hell did I eat spicy food tonight?”
Zong Yuan, with a face of relief, lamented behind him, “Yeah, it’s a pity.”
Taking Zong Yuan’s hand, Sheng Minglang consoled him, “It’s okay; I won’t eat spicy food tomorrow, for sure.”
Zong Yuan, “…If you want to eat, then eat.”
Considering him like this? Sheng Minglang smiled, pursing his lips, “For both you and myself, I won’t eat spicy food tomorrow.”
He nestled comfortably in Zong Yuan’s arms without any burden and sweetly fell asleep.
Zong Yuan took a deep breath, “0046, notify me immediately once you spot the mission target.”
“Understood, understood, understood,” 0046 sympathetically looked at him. “I’ve been keeping an eye on it. He’s skilled at hiding, but he should have sensed your presence.”
Zong Yuan closed his eyes, “Driven by the desire for revenge, he won’t endure for long.”
0046 always listened to him. They both knew that the modern technological means had minimal effect on these things, but 0046 diligently supervised every detail.
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Early the next morning, Sheng Minglang was still sleeping in Zong Yuan’s arms while Zong Yuan rested with closed eyes. Suddenly, a scream echoed from outside, “Ah, ah, ah!”
It was Lin Gousi’s voice.
“I swear!” Sheng Minglang was startled awake, his face dark. He shouted outside, “Lin Gousi, do you want to die?!”
Footsteps approached quickly, and Lin Gousi frantically pounded and kicked the door. “Quick, look at the news! Chef is in trouble!”
His voice was filled with panic. Zong Yuan got out of bed and opened the door for him. Lin Gousi, unusually disregarding their appearances, held his phone and asked them to come over, “Look at this!”
On the phone was a local morning news report: “A man encountered a major traffic accident at the South City Intersection at 10:10 AM today and died on the spot. The man, aged between 30 and 35, had his phone shattered. We insert a photo for identification. Citizens are urged to share this information quickly…”
The photo showed the man’s face below which a light mosaic had been applied. Although the facial features were distorted, it was recognizable as the chef whose death was predicted last night.
Zong Yuan’s expression turned grave, “Damn it!”
Last night, the chef had replied that he had no plans to go out. Sheng Minglang thought nothing would happen last night, and indeed, nothing did. However, the situation shifted to this morning.
Lin Gousi anxiously found the livestream from last night’s lunatic, “No, no, no! Stop the broadcast, Sheng-ge!”
Zong Yuan held Sheng Minglang’s hand, “Have you ever been to a wild forest?”
Sheng Minglang shook his head blankly.
Zong Yuan patted his head, easing his expression, “It’s okay. Without you, it won’t be you.”
Lin Gousi was anxious, “What forest or no forest! Sheng-ge must not broadcast again!”
Sheng Minglang, however, inexplicably felt reassured. He calmed down, “Let’s first see who he says the next person is.”
