Don’t Mess with the Puppy! - Vol.1 Chapter 3 Part 2
“You really don’t remember anything…?”
Heeseong asked Yoon Chi-young as he fed him egg porridge. He was feeding him because he couldn’t stand seeing him pretending to be sick anymore. He wanted him to get better quickly.
Yoon Chi-young, who had been lying there weakly, pretending to be ill, said,
“Hmm… Just that when I woke up in the morning, the surroundings were a mess?”
“Then what’s your last memory?”
At the question, Yoon Chi-young pondered, holding his forehead, and then recalled his hazy last memory.
“Thinking that I wanted to knot you while you were asleep?”
“……….”
Heeseong abruptly stood up at the shameless sight without a hint of embarrassment. He didn’t want to get angry at a sick person, but he couldn’t help but feel his temper rise when he thought about how his life had been in danger last night.
“Then, do you not remember salivating as if you were going to devour me while I was sleeping?”
“Me?”
“Yes. You even climbed on my back like a hunter when I tried to run away.”
As Heeseong spoke fiercely, puppy ears sprouted on top of his head. In addition to being in a recovery period, he was tired from lack of sleep, so his beastman form easily emerged. The fact that he was unspeakably angry also played a big role.
Heeseong pointed at the pillow stuffing scattered around the bedroom and the ruined carpet with a spoon.
“This too! You ripped out all the stuffing and scratched the carpet like you were digging a burrow, ruining it all.”
“Oh….”
Yoon Chi-young let out a quiet exclamation as if he had no idea. Compared to the fuming Heeseong, he exuded only an elegant aura. Unable to bear it any longer, Heeseong asked exasperatedly,
“If you thought you were going into a pheromone shock, you should have taken medicine or something. Why did you stupidly endure it?”
At the question, Yoon Chi-young answered in a husky, cracked voice,
“That’s what I endured with medicine.”
“…What?”
Heeseong didn’t get angry this time at the unexpected answer. It reminded him of the conversation Yoon Chi-young had with the doctor before.
〈Have you not returned to your original form all this time?〉
〈I was busy raising a puppy.〉
Yoon Chi-young had said he hadn’t returned to his original form because of Heeseong.
Did that mean he had been taking medicine and enduring it for fear of attacking Heeseong?
Come to think of it, this morning, Yoon Chi-young had been relieved to see that Heeseong was safe. Before that, unlike his usual relaxed self, he had shown signs of extreme anxiety. It must have meant that he truly couldn’t control his reason at will.
Realizing that fact, Heeseong felt sorry for getting angry at him without restraint.
Heeseong sat back down on the bed and quietly fed him the egg porridge. His white tail also swayed gently in apology. Although it felt unfamiliar to feed him something, considering how Yoon Chi-young had fed and bathed him when he was sick, he could do this much for him. It was suspicious how Yoon Chi-young, who had looked ill, only seemed to regain his energy when being fed the egg porridge, but…
At that moment, Yoon Chi-young lightly rested his head on Heeseong’s lap. Heeseong was about to push him away immediately, but he let it slide since he was sick. Perhaps because he was happy to have successfully secured a lap pillow, black wolf ears twitched intermittently above his head.
“But you know what?”
“What?”
“If we summarize my behavior yesterday….”
Yoon Chi-young covered his forehead as if embarrassed. Fine strands of black hair fell on his forehead, beautifully concealing his refreshingly open gray eyes.
“I think my mating season might have come a bit early because of you… You’ll take responsibility, right?”
“……….”
Heeseong beat Yoon Chi-young with the pillow beside him as if cursing was a waste. However, hitting him with the pillow, which had lost most of its stuffing, didn’t even have an impact, let alone white stuffing just fluttering around. In the midst of that, Yoon Chi-young kept saying he had mistaken the stuffing scattered on the floor for the puppy, earning him more beating.
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