In the past two days after casting the spell, Lang Jing Feng had grown at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every morning, a circle bigger than the day before appeared. In order to supply the substances needed for the rapid growth of the body, his food intake had also considerably increased.
Bai Ruan ordered take-out for Lang Jing Feng three times in a row. Watching the little milk wolf gobble down the take-out meals that were heavy in oil and salt, without knowing whether they were up to the standard of hygiene and safety, he bought a full set of common seasonings, and some cooking utensils that he didn’t use before. He also went to the wholesale meat market to buy a lot of meat, and personally cooked meat for the little milk wolf.
After bringing the large and small packages of ingredients home, Bai Ruan cut the whole pieces of meat into several large pieces, and then packaged them for freezing. When he was cutting the meat, a certain wolf-eared little child stayed to the side and his eyes were terrifyingly bright. Bai Ruan just thought it was a wolf cub who was greedy for meat. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with this crazy expression, so he refused Lang Jing Feng’s offer to help and sent him back to the study to do his homework.
After he finished packaging the items, Bai Ruan tried to make braised pork in strict accordance with the recipe.
Herbivores couldn’t appreciate the deliciousness of meat. They only felt that the smell was greasy. Thus, Bai Ruan wore a mask, turned on the kitchen hood and opened the windows, and stood in front of the stove that he didn’t use very often, flipping the caramel-colored pieces of meat in the pot. When the meat started to lose its juice, footsteps came from behind him, and two short, fat, fair arms struggled to wrap around his slender waist from behind.
Bai Ruan was afraid that the gravy would splash and scald Lang Jing Feng, so he hurriedly turned down the fire and patted his short arms. “Stay away from the pot.”
“…Teacher Bai, you’ve cooked for me.” Lang Jing Feng murmured.
His voice was very light, but there was an inexplicable danger in his tone. Listening to his tone, it seemed that after Bai Ruan cooked for him once, he would not be allowed to cook for others in this life. If it weren’t for the immature and sweet childish voice that had the opposite effect, this sense of paranoia would have been even more obvious.
Bai Ruan didn’t think much. He smiled obliviously, and said, “What’s so good about cooking? Doesn’t your nanny aunt cook it for you every day? I’m just afraid that the oil used in the restaurant isn’t good.”
Lang Jing Feng, “…”
What an upright rabbit.
“That’s not the same.” Lang Jing Feng stood on tiptoe, raised his chin, tried his best to bury his face into the sunken waistline behind Bai Ruan and rubbed it—after all, if he didn’t tiptoe and raise his chin, his current human height could only allow him to bury his face into Bai Ruan’s ass.
…he was happy to bury into his ass, but he was certain Bai Ruan would send him flying with one kick.
“Teacher Bai, is this your first time cooking for someone?” Lang Jing Feng asked.
“Uh,” Bai Ruan hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully, “It should be counted as my first time…I’ve only helped my master make instant noodles.”
Lang Jing Feng snorted softly, and the little beast whose heart desired monopoly was fed a small mouthful of candy, and the taste was quite satisfactory.
Bai Ruan’s body and home were already full of the milk wolf’s scent. Lang Jing Feng, who had an excellent sense of smell, felt that he had secured the material territory, and began to draw territory in the emotional realm. It was quite unreasonable. “Instant noodles. It doesn’t count…then only cook for me in your life, only for me and yourself, okay?” After speaking, Lang Jing Feng was afraid of being misunderstood, and added, “I’m not saying you have to cook. You can do it once every ten years, but only for me to eat, okay?”
Bai Ruan didn’t quite understand this childish possessiveness. After thinking for a while, he answered earnestly from a realistic point of view, “I can live for hundreds of years. It’s unrealistic to guarantee such a small thing for such a long time.” After a while, Bai Ruan was embarrassed. He untangled the two short arms around his waist and his ears were a little hot. “Why do I need to promise you this?”
Lang Jing Feng was displeased. “How can trivial things be unrealistic? I can even promise you.”
Bai Ruan ignored him, pulled his mask down and concentrated on blowing a piece of braised pork from the pot. After touching it with his lips and knowing it had cooled down, he put it to Lang Jing Feng’s mouth and said, “Ah—”
Lang Jing Feng ate it in one bite, enjoying the pleasure of being fed by Bai Ruan.
“How is it?” Bai Ruan asked, “Is it salty or hot? I can’t taste if it’s good or bad.”
After all, to Bai Ruan, meat was unpalatable.
Braised pork had to be done carefully, so that it had the crystalized, moist, square, crisp, tender, and melt-in-your-mouth taste. This required experience and craftsmanship. However, if one were to follow the recipe and rules, it wasn’t difficult to make it ordinarily appetising. Lang Jing Feng chewed it a few times and replied honestly, “It’s delicious.”
“Really?” Bai Ruan confirmed, “You aren’t saying that just to please me?”
Lang Jing Feng laughed and said in a milky voice, “Really. Why do I need to please you? Are you my wife?”
Bai Ruan pinched the bun-like face with anger and a hint of laughter. “Don’t use this appearance to play a hooligan, it’s too ugly.”
As Lang Jing Feng was currently growing up, he ate the whole pot of braised pork and three bowls of rice for dinner. He didn’t even spare the soup at the bottom of the plate, and mixed it into the rice and ate it up. After eating and drinking, Bai Ruan threw the pots and pans into the sink, ready to wash it later. However, Lang Jing Feng moved the bench, stood by the sink, turned on the faucet, picked up a bowl, squeezed a large amount of dishwashing liquid and cleaned the inside and outside of the bowl. He even used his fingernails to pick out the food residue that stuck on the sides of the bowl. He looked like a young master who had no experience in washing dishes.
“Go and study. Put it there and let me wash it.” Bai Ruan said.
“Take a rest, baby.” Lang Jing Feng’s lips slanted upwards, his small chest bulging, trying his best to show his domineering posture. “Of course I have to do this kind of work.”
In the next second, the four-year-old Young Master Wolf was carried all the way to the study by Bai Ruan like a puppy, and on the way he struggled a little and had dropped one of his rabbit-eared slippers. He had no male dignity left.
Today, Bai Ruan’s study plan for Lang Jing Feng was completed. Taking advantage of the time he still had human hands, Lang Jing Feng poked Li Bo Ming on WeChat: “Dude, send a few photos over.”
Li Bo Ming was the student who had been addicted to games and his grades plummeted, but had his winning streak beaten in the betting game with Bai Ruan. This time, he took second place in his class in the final exam. Although his grades were good, Li Bo Ming was actually a smart thorn in nature, so he fit well with Lang Jing Feng, who had similar attributes. This summer, he went out to play with two boys in his class, and had promised Lang Jing Feng to pass him some travel photos. After all, it was too risky to fool one’s parents by using the photos found online.
“I took these photos today: Climbing a mountain, riding the cable car, and eating snacks.” Li Bo Ming sent a series of photos, some with people and some without people. After sending them, he gave Lang Jing Feng a bad idea, “You can spend money online and find someone to take the pictures and replace my face with yours.”
Lang Jing Feng replied with the hint of someone owed a beating: “Wouldn’t that be obvious at a glance? My frame is much better than yours.”
Li Bo Ming replied with grief and indignation: “Fuck!”
Lang Jing Feng smiled: “Thank you la.”
Li Bo Ming continued to gossip: “Is living with your partner good?”
Lang Jing Feng licked his lips: “It’s very good, they cooked dinner for me tonight, it was delicious.”
Li Bo Ming learned how to cry like a wolf: “Awoowooowooooo! What else are you doing besides eating? Tell me, do you have any photos? What are you going to do later?”
Instead, the real wolf said human words: “Do homework, no photos, keep doing homework.”
Li Bo Ming, “Bah! Screw homework! You guys do physiological homework together ah?”
Lang Jing Feng, who had been doing homework all day: “…It’s really purely doing homework. Do you have anything else in your fucking head besides yellow waste?”
Li Bo Ming quit. He insisted on inquiring about the private lives of his buddies and girlfriends, but no matter what he asked, he was blocked by Lang Jing Feng without any leakage. In the end, he didn’t inquire about anything.He wasn’t even sure if Lang Jing Feng’s “girlfriend” was a woman or not!
In the blink of an eye, another day passed, and Bai Ruan’s imaginary “due date” arrived.
After a whole day of intense study, Lang Jing Feng’s demonic strength was exhausted, and he turned into a little milk wolf and ran to the bedroom to get close to Bai Ruan. However, when he got there, he saw Bai Ruan lying on the bed sideways, his thin body bowed like a cooked shrimp. Because he arched too hard, the thin fabric of the pyjamas outlined the lines of the spine, which showed his thinner frame and caused one’s heart to ache.
“Ao wu?” Lang Jing Feng stood up on the bed like a puppy, scratching Bai Ruan’s back with his paws.
Bai Ruan stuck out his neck and didn’t look back. He only asked, “What’s the matter?”
His voice was hoarse and rough, and Lang Jing Feng was certain that he was not feeling well when he heard it.
Lang Jing Feng simply jumped on the bed and walked around to Bai Ruan’s front, only to see Bai Ruan covering his stomach with his hands, his face pale and his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
There would be some pain during childbirth. As the brain wasn’t able to find the uterus, it had to settle for the next best thing, which was to make his intestines twitch.
No effort and no pain, where would the little bunny come from? —The brain had its own thoughts.
“Ao wu! Ao wu—!” Lang Jing Feng called out in a hurry. He was about to get down to get his mobile phone to make an emergency call, but was stopped by Bai Ruan. “…Well, I’m fine.”
Lang Jing Feng turned his head and met Bai Ruan’s somewhat embarrassed gaze. The eyes of the two met for less than two seconds and Bai Ruan’s pale cheeks turned red.
Regardless of whether it was real or not, Lang Jing Feng could be regarded as… the child’s father.
Lang Jing Feng instantly reacted. Today was the due date of Bai Ruan’s fake pregnancy.
After knowing that Bai Ruan was falsely pregnant, Lang Jing Feng secretly researched it. There was no need to do any special treatment during the false pregnancy. As long as the brain realised that there was no bunny in the belly, this farce would naturally end… But there was nothing online saying that Bai Ruan would be in pain.
“Aowu?” Lang Jing Feng gently arched Bai Ruan’s stomach with his nose, his eyes seemed to be a little regretful.
If he had known Bai Ruan would be in pain, he definitely would not have deliberately made close contact to make him experience a fake pregnancy… Lang Jing Feng tucked his tail around the bed a few times in annoyance. After a moment of self-reproach, he thought about it and felt it was wrong—It was impossible not to be intimate with Bai Ruan in his life, and there would always be at least one false pregnancy.
Bai Ruan guessed what Lang Jing Feng meant by looking at his eyes. He bit his lip without saying a word, and reluctantly picked up the little milk wolf and threw him to the ground.
Lang Jing Feng didn’t jump on the bed anymore. He turned around and ran to the living room, hooked the large drawer under the coffee table with his fingernails, pulled it back, and the drawer opened. Inside were all kinds of medicines neatly stacked, such as Rabbit disinfectant, Rabbit Sickness oral liquid, cream for treating hairballs… There were only the most common pain, fever, and diarrhoea medicines for humans to use.
Lang Jing Feng grabbed a tablet of painkillers, ran back to the bedroom, opened his mouth and put the medicine on the bed, then flew to the kitchen and took out a bottle of mineral water from the small bottles of mineral water lying on the ground—Bai Ruan usually drank boiled water. However, Lang Jing Feng had a bit of a young master’s habit. He disliked the taste of boiled water and only drank bottled mineral water. He bit the bottle cap and dragged the bottle on the ground.
“Aowu.” Baby, take some painkillers. Lang Jing Feng jumped onto the bed and gently licked the sweat from Bai Ruan’s forehead.
This wave of pain came suddenly, not to mention Lang Jing Feng, even Bai Ruan himself didn’t expect that he would actually experience the pain again. From the beginning to present, his mind was still dazed, and he never thought of taking painkillers. When the medicine came, he obediently propped up his upper body and took the medicine.
Let it hurt ba! The probability of false pregnancy would be low in the future, and it was impossible to be a virgin for a lifetime… Bai Ruan comforted himself, lying down with his stomach covered.
“Aowu.” Lang Jing Feng leaned over, opened Bai Ruan’s hand covering his stomach, used the tip of his nose to lift the hem of his pyjamas, and burrowed into the clothes, forming a ball on the other’s lower abdomen.
Lang Jing Feng was now small in size. He had a fast metabolism, and had a higher body temperature than when he was an adult. His whole being was like a hand warmer in the shape of a milk wolf. He snuggled close to Bai Ruan’s stomach for a while. Bai Ruan felt that the throbbing and chilled lower abdomen was much more comfortable, and the painkillers gradually began to take effect. The excruciating pain weakened a lot, and it seemed to disappear as time passed.
Freed from the pain, Bai Ruan’s nerves were very relaxed, and he fell asleep unconsciously.
When Bai Ruan woke up, the headlights in the bedroom were turned off, and only a soft night light was lit at the end of the bed. The pain in the abdomen had completely disappeared. Bai Ruan was sleepy, moved slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
—The pyjamas on his chest area were soaking wet.
The author has something to say:
Lang Jing Crazy: Snatching milk from Lang Xiao Bai!!!
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Sleepy and I have decided to post MTW more frequently. Aiming to have this series done by July or so.
so, do look forward to the increase updates.
Also, today’s my BIRTHDAY! HAHAHHA! This year feels more peaceful and it’s somewhat calming. It’s kinda nice. I’m gonna have a nice lunch with my parents tomorrow, nothing fancy. It’s good and I love it.
Gonna binge read Card Room tonight (btw im at ch. 388. I can’t believe I’m so invested in this novel)