Chapter 36: He Ate It All Himself! Hmph!
Seeing Qin Zelin’s expression grow darker and darker, the driver hurried forward to smooth things over.
“Sir, you might not know this, but little lambs prefer staying outdoors. The air is better outside, and it’s healthier for them too.”
“Really?”
“Really! My family raises sheep back home. I know this better than anyone!”
“All right, then.”
Reluctantly, Cen Miao put down the lamb in his arms. He looked up at Qin Zelin pitifully.
“Can it have the little blanket? It’ll be cold. I’ll earn money and buy you a better one later, okay?”
Cen Miao made his second empty promise of the night.
“…Mm.”
Cen Miao crouched down and stroked the lamb’s head.
“Be good, okay? I’ll share half of my delicious food with you tomorrow.”
Dark lines covered Qin Zelin’s face.
“…”
Was he really that reluctant to part with it?
If sheep were suitable for keeping indoors, would Cen Miao genuinely sleep with that thing every night?
That evening, after his shower, Cen Miao shoved the hair dryer into Qin Zelin’s hand as usual, then sat obediently on the sofa and waited.
Looking at his curly hair, Qin Zelin inexplicably thought of that filthy sheep.
“Why are you giving it to me? Have that sheep dry your hair. Weren’t you planning to sleep with it?”
Cen Miao: “…?”
“Hubby, the lamb doesn’t know how.”
“Cen Miaomiao!”
A nameless fire surged through Qin Zelin’s chest, yet he couldn’t bring himself to sound truly harsh.
“Dry it yourself!”
Why was the human a little angry?
Cen Miao blinked.
Was it because even Cen Miao knew the lamb couldn’t do it, while Qin Zelin hadn’t?
Should he comfort this human?
Although Qin Zelin could be a little fierce sometimes, he was still very good to him.
Cen Miao rose from the sofa, shuffled forward in his slippers, and wrapped his arms around Qin Zelin’s waist. He buried his face against Qin Zelin’s collarbone and lightly patted his back in consolation.
“It’s okay, Hubby. You’re already amazing. I like you very much.”
The sweet, damp fragrance left by his bath unexpectedly filled Qin Zelin’s nose. His Adam’s apple shifted slightly.
The corners of his tightly pressed lips lifted almost imperceptibly, his expression one of helpless resignation.
“All right. Go sit over there.”
The moment Qin Zelin refused to dry his hair, Cen Miao started acting spoiled, hugging him, and confessing his affection.
What a troublesome little monster.
Once his hair was dry, Cen Miao left behind a quick “Thank you, Hubby,” and ran off.
Qin Zelin helplessly wound up the hair dryer cord, picked up his pajamas, and entered the bathroom.
When he came out, Cen Miao was bent over beside the window, peering downstairs with his bottom sticking up. The round little tail on the back of his rabbit pajamas pointed upward as well.
A wave of heat swept through Qin Zelin.
He instinctively touched his nose. When he spoke, his voice was low and slightly hoarse.
“Get up. Why are you sticking your bottom up like that?”
“Hubby, the little lamb is so lonely.”
Cen Miao turned around and looked up at Qin Zelin with his round eyes.
“Then go downstairs and keep it company.”
Qin Zelin had only said it casually, but when he saw Cen Miao actually hesitate, anger immediately surged through him.
“Get into bed and sleep, or I’ll have it sent away tomorrow.”
“Oh.”
Perhaps because he finally had a pet, Cen Miao was extremely excited. He wriggled around beneath the covers for ages without falling asleep.
The quilt was filled with the sweet fragrance of his bath bomb.
Qin Zelin decided the brand must be terrible. The smell made him inexplicably restless.
“Cen Miaomiao, are you going to sleep or not?”
The moment he spoke, Cen Miao wriggled closer again. He rested his chin on Qin Zelin’s chest and squirmed excitedly.
“Hubby, tomorrow I’m going to make braised pork for the little lamb.”
Qin Zelin’s jaw immediately tightened.
He shifted his legs and tried to keep his voice sounding normal.
“…It’s a herbivore.”
“It actually likes eating grass?”
Cen Miao twisted around in shock.
“???”
“Hubby, are you hiding a big sausage?”
As he spoke, Cen Miao tried to reach out, but Qin Zelin caught his hand.
Qin Zelin gritted his teeth.
“There is no big sausage. Stop moving around.”
Seeing his reaction, Cen Miao became even more certain.
This human had hidden a big sausage and wanted to eat it secretly!
“There is! I want some too!”
Qin Zelin restrained the wriggling person, wrapped him tightly in the blanket like a roll, then turned him in the opposite direction.
Afterward, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Lowering his gaze, he decided he must have eaten far too much lamb that evening.
After calming down for a long while, Qin Zelin returned to the bedroom.
Looking at the person still struggling inside the blanket roll, he gritted his teeth and asked, “Can you sleep quietly now?”
He had been gone for so long.
He must have secretly eaten it all himself.
Hmph!
Cen Miao’s muffled voice carried a trace of displeasure.
“Yes.”
Qin Zelin released him, switched off the light, and climbed into bed.
“Stingy ghost. Eating all the good stuff by yourself,” Cen Miao muttered unhappily in the darkness.
Qin Zelin: “…”
The following Sunday, Cen Miao finished his tutoring session and ate lunch with Qin Zelin.
While gnawing on a chicken leg, he opened the short-video app. His eyes suddenly widened.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands…
He…
He had more than ten thousand followers?!
After rubbing his eyes and confirming he hadn’t misread it, Cen Miao looked excitedly at the person across from him.
“H-Hubby! I’m going to earn a million a month! I have so many followers!”
Qin Zelin paused with his chopsticks in midair and gave a slightly puzzled hum.
He had planned to buy followers for Cen Miao the night before last, but after being interrupted and shocked by what happened afterward, he had completely forgotten.
Where had the little monster’s followers come from?
Across from him, Cen Miao excitedly opened the comments section, only to find that he couldn’t understand any of it.
[Divorced with Seven Kids, I Rejected the CEO’s Love] Oh my god, where did my phone-daddy send me? I came here looking for cooking tutorials.
[Pure-Hearted Spicy Cockroach] I clicked in because of that pale hand with the pinkish glow in the thumbnail. May I ask… are you pink everywhere?
[Sucking Jelly] Replying to [Pure-Hearted Spicy Cockroach]: [You’re Here Every Time There’s a Porn Crackdown.jpg]
[Shoe Factory Bankrupt, Husband Ran Off with Male Accountant] Your voice sounds so good. I bet you sound amazing during… that too. [Innocent.jpg]
[Kiss Kiss] Such a pale, tender hand. Let us see your chest.
[One Discount Meal Every Two Days] Did everyone click in because of that soft pink hand? [So Lively Here.jpg]
[Energetic Girl Zhang Fei] How can all of you be so perverted? Blogger, ignore them. Just secretly send me a photo of your chest in a private message.
[AAA Cockroach Wholesale] Is this the legendary beauty whose joints are all tinged pale pink? [Lecherous.jpg]
[Little Fuzzy Egg] Why does everyone only want to see his chest? I’m different. I also want to see his butt~
Cen Miao scratched his head and looked to Qin Zelin for help, his face filled with confusion.
“Hubby, why can’t I understand any of their comments?”
“?”
Qin Zelin held out his hand.
“Give me the phone.”
“Okay.”
Qin Zelin took the phone and glanced at the comments section.
His expression instantly turned black as the bottom of a pot.
Wasn’t the little monster sharing the dishes he had cooked?
How had he attracted a group of…
Perverts?
“Hubby, I don’t know how to reply. Why do they all want to see my ‘mi’? What is ‘mi’?”
Little Li, the maid standing nearby: “?????”
What “mi”?
Who wanted to see sir’s “mi”??
Qin Zelin: “…”
“‘Mi’… is short for kitty.”
Little Li: “…?”
Huh?
