Extra Chapter 05
There’s a saying that goes, “At three years old, see the old.” Xie Feixing and He Zhuoyue showed distinctly different personalities from the moment they were born.
The little merman was obedient and smart, most enjoying blowing bubbles in the water and showing a sweet smile whenever he saw his dads.
The bald cub opened his eyes on the second day after birth and didn’t grow fur until a week later. Clearly understanding his dads’ intentions, he would still play the fool when he was being rowdy.
Xi Guican always seemed to show disdain for the little white tiger, which sometimes made He Ruge worry that Xi Guican favored the little merman more.
Until one day, He Ruge stumbled upon a forum post serialized by Xi Guican:
【So Annoying】
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I have two cubs, one nicknamed Baldy and the other Bobo. Baldy always rushes over to cuddle my legs when he sees me, howling and howling at me. When he’s nursing, he even wants to snuggle into my arms. If there are times I don’t hold him, he sticks to my pant legs or puts his tail on my shoes. No matter what, he wants to be close to me.
It’s like milk tastes better when he’s close to me. Every few sips of milk, he suddenly leans against me and licks me all over, leaving milk stains on my hand.
Baldy is the clingiest, maybe because he saw me right after he hatched and has a fledgling bird complex. After drinking milk, he chases after me, and when it’s bath time, he wants me to bathe him. He demands that I carry him every day.
My cub is too clingy, what should I do?
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I want a clingy baby like this! Even if he’s a baldy cub!
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OP, are you here to brag? This is too much!
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Ah, so cute!
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Trying to trick me into having kids again!
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So adorable, I’m really envious of OP!
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My cub at home is also super cute (motherly filter)
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You only talked about Baldy, what about Bobo? Can’t Bobo have a name too?!
OP* №8
*T/N: Original Poster
Yesterday, Baldy kept howling at me like a parrot, howling and howling. My lover asked if Baldy needed to pee.
I don’t think so. Baldy and I are similar breeds, and compared to my lover, I understand Baldy better. I think Baldy wants water, so I turn around to get him some water. Baldy circled around my feet.
Many times I feel Baldy isn’t like me. He was born looking like a mouse, and when he had fur, he looked like a cat. When he clings to me, he’s like a dog.
Baldy circles me, and when my tone gets heavier, Baldy doesn’t dare to be unruly. He’ll howl at me with his tail between his legs, as if begging me not to be angry.
My lover knows I’m not really angry, but my serious face is intimidating. At night when we sleep, after Baldy and Bobo have fallen asleep, my lover holds my hand and softly says, “Baldy is the back of our hand, Bobo is the palm of our hand. The back and palm of our hand are all flesh.”
I don’t know how to respond to my lover.
Initially, I really thought I didn’t like Baldy. Baldy is so much like me, yet not at all. Sometimes I wish Baldy were more like my lover, just like Bobo. Then I could naturally love him.
I don’t want to be too good to Baldy.
My lover and I hold hands tightly, kissing, and showed him not to speak again.
Returning to yesterday when I poured water for Baldy, Baldy saw that I was angry and cautiously jumped onto my slippers, humming and whimpering, too afraid to speak. I didn’t want to become an extra leg ornament, so I silently went to pour water for Baldy.
Seeing that I had no reaction, Baldy suddenly rubbed his head against my ankle. It was soft, with fine, fluffy hair.
I thought Baldy wasn’t bald anymore. Maybe I shouldn’t call him Baldy.
But my lover said that in his hometown, there’s a saying that a down to earth name makes for an easy upbringing.
Baldy was only half the size of Bobo when he was born, it may be perhaps because Bobo took away Baldy’s nutrients. Baldy was born bald and ugly, with a weak body, but he was always lively, never stopping for a moment, not looking like a fragile porcelain doll.
In terms of appearance, Bobo looked more like a delicate porcelain doll.
My lover and I recently found a way to return to his hometown. When Baldy and Bobo grow a bit older, we’ll take them back to our old home.
Speaking of Baldy lying on my shoe and rubbing against my ankle, I actually wanted to laugh at that moment, laughing at his young age yet learning to be attentive.
I don’t know if I smiled, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. I think at that moment I probably didn’t look too stern, so Baldy looked up at me brightly, taking advantage of the situation, howling to be held.
I felt I shouldn’t spoil Baldy too much, so I lifted him by the back of his neck and gently tapped his head, making him reflect on himself.
In my lover’s hometown, there’s a saying that says “Give a little sunlight and it will shine brightly.”
I want to prevent Baldy from causing trouble in the future.
My lover saw me tapping Baldy and repeatedly said, “Tap lightly, don’t tap too hard.”
Baldy was happy, and later he kept pulling me, wanting to play the head-tapping game with me again.
I thought this was silly and ignored him.
When He Ruge saw this, he couldn’t help but laugh. He clearly remembered that day when Xi Guican played the head-tapping game with Baldy expressionlessly several times.
By the end of it, He Ruge was afraid that Baldy would end up with a head full of bumps, although Xi Guican’s strength was light and controlled, he couldn’t help but worry, so he finally stopped Xi Guican.
Sometimes he would occasionally see Xi Guican secretly tapping Baldy’s head behind his back, and Baldy would laugh foolishly like a little fool.
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Baldy is so cute! I want to tap Baldy’s head too!
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Wow, so sweet! Cute little Baldy!
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So adorable! I wish I could give a reward haha. Unfortunately, forums don’t allow it. Please update more about your daily life with the little ones! Looking forward to more updates!
Author №12
It’s been a while since I last updated.
The night before last, Baldy refused to eat and just sat in his seat playing with a toy, a salty fish pillow knitted by my lover with yarn. The salty fish pillow is about the same size as Baldy, and he really likes it.
However, he’s usually not so careless, playing with the salty fish pillow instead of eating. I think it must have been the morning before yesterday when he secretly wanted to lick Bobo’s tail, but my lover caught him before he could, so he switched to licking the salty fish pillow.
Let me tell you about the silly thing Baldy did when he fell off the water bed. At that time, my lover loudly called him, scaring Baldy into falling into the water bed. Baldy isn’t very good at swimming.
Bobo was not at all panicked. He fished out the floundering Baldy, fulfilling the duty of an older brother taking care of his younger brother, and spat bubbles all over Baldy’s face, educating his younger brother.
My lover looked at the drenched Baldy, feeling both angry and heartbroken yet finding it amusing. He asked me to dry Baldy, so I lifted Baldy by the back of his neck and carried him to the dryer. First, I smacked his mouth, then I spanked his bottom, and finally dried this bedraggled Baldy.
I was a bit angry. Baldy should protect Bobo.
Bobo is a lot like my lover in breed, appearance, and personality. Baldy is somewhat like me. I hope Baldy will protect Bobo instead of bullying him.
So that day, besides hitting him, I didn’t say a word to Baldy. It was probably the first time Baldy had been hit by me, and his bottom was probably swollen from the spanking. After being hit, he probably didn’t want to stick to me anymore, so for the first time ever, he didn’t stick to me.
On the other hand, my lover saw the cold war between me and Baldy. He tiptoed and tried hard to pat my head, then squatted down and gently patted Baldy’s head.
It was then that I realized my lover looked exactly the same when patting my head as he did when patting Baldy’s head. Perhaps in his heart, I still look like a young one.
After my lover finished patting Baldy, he sang a song, probably about a little mouse climbing up the lamp, stealing oil to eat, but couldn’t come down, and the last line seemed to be something like tumbling down.
After singing, my lover spoke softly to Baldy.
Baldy didn’t react, quietly hugging his beloved salty fish pillow.
On the other hand, Bobo started singing along, “Yi yi ya, yi ya yi, ya ya yi, yi ya ya yi yi ya ya…”
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When Bobo sings, his eyes light up. He sings so well that after hearing his voice, my anger dissipates.
I think perhaps I’m not a qualified father, but my lover, he’s a very good father.
After my anger subsided, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Baldy. So, when Baldy refused to eat dinner and hugged his salty fish pillow, I felt this was a moment for reconciliation. Honestly, I never thought I would one day take the initiative to reconcile.
No, I should say I never thought I would bow to anyone other than my lover. To take the initiative to be friendly with a little pup that’s still wet behind his ears. I actually have a temper and am not good at being friendly because I haven’t done much of it.
I said to Baldy, “Let’s see who can eat faster. If you win, I’ll play the head-bopping game with you.”
I whispered these words when my lover went to fetch the rice. I thought that if I spoke up and Baldy still ignored me, then so be it. After all, I have more than just Baldy as a pup. I also have Bobo, and most importantly, I have my lover.
If Baldy ignores me, then let it be. I could live perfectly well before Baldy came along.
Upon hearing this, Baldy lifted his head. His blue eyes, soaked with tears, stared foolishly at me. That’s when I noticed Baldy was crying. His salty fish pillow was soaked with tears, very damp, like he had been crying for a long time. He wasn’t licking the salty fish pillow just now, but rather his own tears.
I didn’t even realize Baldy was crying.
I never thought Baldy would cry. Despite his weak body, Baldy has always been strong. Whether he’s bumped or fallen off the bed, crashing to the ground, or rolled down the stairs, he never cried.
Instead, it was my lover who was taken aback, rushing nervously to hold Baldy.
I remember what my lover once said when he was bathing Bobo. He forgot to close the bathroom door, and Baldy sneaked in stealthily. The floor was wet and slippery, and he couldn’t stop, crashing loudly into the glass door. Despite the loud noise, Baldy didn’t whimper once, bravely picking himself up as if nothing happened, sliding out as if nothing had occurred.
So I never expected Baldy to cry. He disguised it so well, not making a sound. Normally, he’s a pup that loves to whine and cry incessantly.
Looking at Baldy, I suddenly realized he does resemble me in some ways. When I was his age, I wouldn’t cry in front of others either.
Under my gaze, Baldy eagerly finished his milk, while I ate slowly. Baldy hummed softly, seeming to want to quickly finish the head-bopping game with me.
When my lover wasn’t paying attention, I lightly tapped Baldy on the head. Baldy was happy, no longer needing his salty fish pillow, and he struggled into my arms.
I felt Baldy was no longer like me; he didn’t hold grudges.
I’ve always been vengeful since childhood. If anyone bullied me, I would remember it for a lifetime.
Baldy kept nudging my hand with his head, and I felt he was afraid, afraid that I didn’t want him anymore. At that moment, I did have the thought of not wanting him anymore. My cold reaction frightened Baldy.
As I was reflecting on my behavior, I suddenly heard a soft, delicate, and nasal voice—Baldy’s voice, calling me “Dad.”
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It seems like the author is a big kid, and Baldy is a little kid. The two kids had a falling out, and the author’s lover was worried, but unexpectedly, these two kids quietly made up (What am I saying?)
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Baldy is so cute! How could you hit Baldy! Gently rubbing Baldy’s little butt in distress.
Also, my male god sang that nursery rhyme in the live broadcast! Author, is your lover also a fan of Ruge?
When He Ruge saw this, he remembered the day when Baldy suddenly learned the word “Dad.”
Before that, he and Guican had always thought that Bobo would learn to speak first.
Baldy repeated “Dad” like a parrot, and under Baldy’s stimulation, Bobo also called out “Dad.”
That night, he and Guican were surrounded by cries of “Dad.”
After the children learned to speak, they became even noisier. Bobo and Baldy couldn’t understand what they were saying, but they could tell their emotional state.
For example, while the chicks were still in the egg, Xi Guican said there were freckles on the eggshell, and they could understand Xi Guican’s meaning.
Now that the parrots can speak, there were also two small replicas plus a hundred thousand of whys.
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It seems like I haven’t talked much about Baldy’s shortcomings.
Baldy is afraid of the dark, a real scaredy-cat. The first time I knew he was afraid of the dark was one night when we returned home as a family. Baldy was behaving well that day, so I told him there was a pack of candy in the bedside table of our bedroom.
Oh, I haven’t mentioned the candy yet—Baldy likes to gnaw on rocks, which has affected his dental health.
Unfortunately, Baldy treasures a white stone he picked up from the beach. One day, my lover secretly took it out and replaced it with another… well, let’s just say a “stone” that can be bitten and eaten.
Baldy found out and started crying again. Every time he cries, it’s quietly, alone in the corner, making no sound at all.
My lover regretted it when he found out. He went out to find that stone, leaving me to comfort Baldy at home.
Bobo saw this and called Baldy over to him. Due to his physical condition, Bobo can’t move around freely, so Baldy walked over with a runny nose. Bobo then comforted Baldy in his own unique way.
Later, my lover searched all day but couldn’t find the original stone. He couldn’t tell which one was Baldy’s cherished stone. To us, all the stones looked more or less the same. But not to Baldy.
My lover picked up a bunch of white stones on the way back, and Baldy took all those white stones back. However, after that incident, Baldy never gnawed on those white stones again.
My lover is afraid that Baldy will have bad teeth when he grows up, so he protects Baldy’s teeth in every way. Brushing his teeth twice a day, Baldy opens his mouth, and my lover helps him brush. Baldy is clumsy and sometimes accidentally swallows the rinsing water.
While I helped Bobo wash his face on the side, I glanced at Baldy. I wondered, what’s the use of newborns? When they come into this world, they’re so small, they can’t do anything themselves, even eating and washing their faces require help from their parents.
However, when my lover, Baldy, and Bobo lay on my belly together, I felt it was great to have them around.
Because my lover couldn’t fill my belly, even now with two kids, as time goes by, those two children will slowly grow up. My belly is filled with people I care about, and with each breath, I can feel their weight.
They will grow bigger and bigger, especially Baldy. When he was born, his hands weren’t as big as mine. Now I need both hands to hold him. Chubby and round, like a little meatball, his beast form was like mine, and when he grew up, he couldn’t jump around on my stomach anymore.
Back to eating candy, Baldy’s teeth weren’t good, and my lover usually didn’t let Baldy eat candy. Only when he praised Baldy would he give him a little candy.
Bobo’s candy was never mistaken, so every time Baldy wanted candy, he would either please Bobo or try hard to meet our requirements.
That time, Baldy behaved well, and my lover and I decided to reward Baldy with a chance to eat candy. Because my lover wanted to drink pear soup, I accompanied him to stew pear soup in the kitchen and let Baldy go upstairs to get candy by himself.
Baldy ran out happily and came back with small steps after a while. He looked at Bobo, then at me, and asked, “How long will it take for the pear soup to be ready?”
My lover said it would take a long time. Baldy immediately looked like a frostbitten eggplant, lying sadly on the ground.
Every three or four minutes, Baldy asked us like a timed alarm clock, “Is the pear soup ready? When can we go upstairs?”
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So cute!!! Baldy being afraid of the dark makes him even cuter T^T
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So adorable, please post more updates, OP!
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This is so cute! I wonder why OP named him Baldy?
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I’m also afraid of the dark…
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Wow, these divine children are from another realm QAQ
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So adorable! But I have a small question, OP seems to favor Baldy a lot? Not trying to pick a fight, I really love OP and Baldy, just curious why there’s not much mention of Bobo. You did mention Bobo once, saying he can’t move due to special reasons. Did something happen to Bobo’s legs?
If possible, I hope OP can take Bobo to the hospital for treatment sooner. If you don’t have enough money for medical expenses, I can contribute some. I hope both kids will be well.
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Sister above is so generous, I was actually wondering why Bobo has such a low appearance rate too. One divine child is not enough for me.
OP №23
To reply to the same question, Bobo is very healthy, so no need to worry. For Bobo’s protection, I won’t mention him much in this post.
Baldy was nearly bald when he was just born, so we called him Baldy.
He Ruge wanted to continue reading further. Upon hearing Xi Guican’s footsteps, he returned the light brain ring to its original position, noted the post title, and planned to bookmark the post for later leisurely reading.
Baldy was still sound asleep. He Ruge realized Xi Guican had forgotten to mention one of Baldy’s shortcomings: he snores when he sleeps. If Bobo was the daytime singer, then Baldy was the nighttime noise maker.
Initially, He Ruge couldn’t sleep due to the snoring, but later he got used to falling asleep with Baldy’s snoring as company. When his gaze shifted from Baldy to Bobo, He Ruge noticed that Bobo had woken up at some point and observed everything about him placing the light brain ring.
He Ruge felt inexplicably guilty and made a hushing gesture towards Bobo.
Understandingly, Bobo nodded.
No words were needed; they now shared a little secret between them.
