Chapter 27: Wish the Host Have Fun
Their burning lips met, and Xiaozhan thought to himself, this isn’t good.
This time, his body still didn’t resist or feel any aversion. On the contrary, he became obsessed with the soft, tender lips before him, unwilling to pull away.
He gripped her neck, reluctant to let go.
Last time, he had used full strength on the she-wolf, but this time, with Luoluo, he only used a fraction of that.
Not far away, Chiyou was still chattering with Ziye about something. Ziye, eyes half-closed, was so sleepy he kept yawning.
“I get it, you feel wronged, but it’s come to this…”
“What now?” Chiyou asked expectantly. His elder brother was always the most resourceful; as long as he helped, Chiyou would do anything.
Ziye lazily replied, “It’s come to this, so just sleep. Tomorrow is another day.”
Chiyou was furious. His brother didn’t care about his feelings at all.
“Brother, can’t you say something useful?”
“She’s moody and unpredictable. Who knows, she might not like Xiaozhan tomorrow. You’re still his favorite beast husband.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Ziye lied to get Chiyou to leave.
After Chiyou left, he let out a sigh of relief.
Acang squeezed in front of him, whispering mysteriously, “Daddy, guess what the naughty she-beast is doing?”
“Doing what?”
Ziye guessed that Luoluo was probably making that thing called pants for Xiaozhan.
Or perhaps they were taking a medicinal bath together—after all, Xiaozhan’s visit was for healing.
“They… are smooching.”
“Smooching?!” Ziye didn’t react at first.
Acang demonstrated with heartfelt expression, puckering his lips and pecking the air.
Ziye was still stunned. He couldn’t understand it. Had Xiaozhan lost his mind? Wasn’t he here to handle serious matters? How did it end up with kissing?!
Acang, thinking he didn’t understand, called over Ajin. “Brother, help me out.”
“Daddy, look! They’re doing it like this!”
He then hugged Ajin and planted a kiss on his mouth.
Ajin pushed him away. “What are you doing? You’re getting saliva all over me—disgusting.”
Acang explained to Ziye, “Daddy, did you see? Just like I did, that’s how they smooch.”
A nameless anger rose in Ziye’s chest. “How long has it been going on?”
Acang thought for a moment. “A very long time. They keep doing it, and they never seem satisfied.”
“Daddy, do you think they’re secretly eating something good?”
Ziye scowled. “Acang, don’t randomly kiss people anymore, okay?”
Acang protested, “Not even my brother?”
“No.”
“Okay then.”
Acang wondered why Daddy was angry again. What was it this time?
“Go to sleep. We have to continue traveling tomorrow.”
After settling the two little ones, Ziye silently climbed a tree.
He arrived at the riverside where Luoluo and Xiaozhan were and hid among the leaves, quietly observing.
Xiaozhan tested repeatedly, and each time his body did not reject her; instead, he became more addicted to kissing.
He was startled, afraid of falling too deep and being unable to pull away.
Hastily, he pushed her away and changed the topic. “Um… are the pants ready?”
Unaware himself, his voice had softened, even carrying a slight coquettish tone.
Luoluo smiled. “Almost done.”
After cutting the last thread, she handed the pants to Xiaozhan.
“Quick, try them on. See if they fit.”
Xiaozhan suddenly stood up, and Luoluo caught sight of a dazzling view, hastily covering her eyes.
“Wow, they fit perfectly—absolutely perfect.”
Xiaozhan, now wearing the pants, ran around happily. They were far more comfortable than beast skins.
No wonder Chiyou had been so proud and excited earlier. Anyone would want to show off these pants.
Resting his head on Luoluo’s arm, Xiaozhan said sincerely, “Mistress, you’re really great.”
This wasn’t flattery; he truly felt having a mistress was nice.
Luoluo touched his handsome face. “You’re not bad yourself.”
Ding-dong!
The system, long absent, suddenly appeared: [Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host! Xiaozhan’s favorability has reached -800. Reward: a bottle of all-natural coconut oil. Wish the Host have fun.]
The system emitted a lewd laugh. Luoluo facepalmed. “What oil? What are you up to? How do I even use this?”
System: [You know how! We’re all adults. Do I need to teach you?]
[No, no, no, just leave quickly.]
Luoluo thought, none of her family would understand; her system wasn’t serious at all.
Was it too late to switch systems now? No one paid attention to her.
Xiaozhan reminded her, “Mistress, it’s getting late; the water will cool.”
With that, he jumped into the bath first and gestured politely for Luoluo to join.
She added the medicinal herbs, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in, still fully clothed. She used her long Bohemian dress as a towel, carefully wiping Xiaozhan’s body.
This great tiger, usually so fierce, was unusually calm today.
Xiaozhan cooperated perfectly, and Luoluo was pleased.
She was happy to be bathing her beast husband again; he wasn’t dying anytime soon.
Hiding behind the tree, Chiyou was furious. That water was mine! I dug that bath! And I haven’t even enjoyed it once—Xiaozhan got lucky twice! This is outrageous.
When will the mistress invite me to bathe? I want to bathe with her too!
Ziye sat cross-legged, trying not to let the intimate scene below distract him.
He had important tasks to accomplish; he couldn’t get lost in trivial romantic matters.
Luoluo could do whatever she wanted; it had nothing to do with him.
Even if she slept with all the males, it was irrelevant to him.
Though he thought this way, his mind wouldn’t quiet down. Today’s cultivation would inevitably stall again.
Amid the rising steam, Xiaozhan felt those plump, gentle hands behind him. It was like springtime catkins, teasing his long-dormant heart.
Just as he thought everything was about to happen tonight, Luoluo suddenly stopped.
“All done,” she said, tossing him the pants. “Put them on yourself. I’ll go find someone else.”
Xiaozhan hesitated, not wanting her to leave. He gently grabbed her arm. “Can you not go? Stay with me tonight, just here.”
Despite the clear suggestion, Luoluo acted as if she didn’t understand. “No, I’m leaving. Put your clothes on and don’t catch a cold.”
Almost simultaneously, Chiyou tiptoed back to his sleeping place.
The person Luoluo went to find had to be him. Sleeping alone would be uncomfortable; she would want him to hold her to sleep peacefully.
The four slept in different places each night. Though close, none wanted to be disturbed.
Luoluo didn’t even dry her hair and carried her large bundle off into the distance.
