Subordinate Doting - Chap 64
Why am I the only one working hard at dinner time?
”No, of course I have to go home and have dinner with you.” He Zhuo said as a matter of course, reached out to take the soup bowl, and drank it slowly.
The way he dresses today is very different from before.
The white turtleneck sweater weakens his aggressiveness and adds a pure and homely element. Under the moonlight, it is as if a soft light filter is applied to him.
There is a strong sense of being a husband.
Ji Tingyu suddenly felt a little dazed at this moment.
It was as if the person in front of him was no longer the decisive and ruthless Captain He mentioned by the team members, nor was he the calm and powerful Wolf King in the windbreak cave.
At this moment, He Zhuo was just an ordinary alpha. After a day of hard work, he and his sick self snuggled in a warm little room at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, sharing a freshly shot pigeon.
Such plain and ordinary days made him feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart. At some point, he even had the urge to live like this for the rest of his life.
”Are you not full?”
Seeing that he was still looking at him, He Zhuo thought that he wanted to drink more, so he took the cat into his arms and fed him the soup in his cup.
Ji Tingyu’s stomach was almost bulging into a small watermelon. He licked it twice perfunctorily and refused to touch it again.
He Zhuo finished the rest of the drink, stood up and put the dishes into the kitchen. When he reached the door, he said to him, “Xiao Yu, there is a gift for you in the box I brought.”
Gift?
The cat tilted its head curiously, walked to the box with its four little paws clacking, and pushed the lid open with its head.
Inside was a thick, soft, white velvet bag, only as big as a cotton sock, like a tiny sleeping bag.
Just the right size to accommodate a stunted kitten.
And in the hood of the sleeping bag, there was a little felt wolf that looked exactly like He Zhuo, only as big as a cat’s paw pad.
Ji Tingyu felt a lump in his throat.
The heart was hit hard by a gentle force.
He recalled that when he was a child, he couldn’t transform into a human form and was even smaller than he is now.
Both his parents were abroad and there was no one to accompany him at night. He always slept like a kitten in a big cradle. Feeling insecure, he would curl up in the corners of the cradle.
Later, I learned from watching TV that children like him all had small sleeping bags because they were too small and they were afraid they would lose them when they woke up.
Ji Tingyu was very envious, he also wanted to have a small sleeping bag, so he took out a thick cotton sock and put himself in it.
That cotton sock was his sleeping bag, filled with his treasures – the milky scent of the kitten, the first layer of fluff that was not thick enough, the child’s fear and helplessness of the dark, and the tears shed when awakened by nightmares.
Later, he accidentally urinated in his socks. Like a baby who had done something wrong, he held the socks in his mouth very apologetically and asked the nanny to wash them for him.
But the aunt didn’t know that it was his sleeping bag. She pinched it with two fingers with disgust and threw it into the trash can.
The cat looked at me aggrievedly for a long time, with its mouth pouted as if it was about to cry.
He never slept in a sleeping bag again after that.
Naturally, I never thought about the past again.
Until he grew up many years later, he always heard people say: Things that are unattainable when you are young will eventually become obsessions.
Ji Tingyu didn’t think so, because even though he didn’t have a rich childhood, his mother took him through many mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and he witnessed the death of countless lives and the devastation of war.
He thought that his heart was strong enough and his inner world was not barren, so he would not be trapped by the so-called obsessions of his youth.
But now I understand that the reason why I felt that I didn’t care was because no one had ever made up for what he was missing.
Knowing you can never get it again makes you pretend not to care.
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The cat raised its paw and wiped its eyes, then picked up the small sleeping bag and carried it to the bed little by little. It stuck its butt out and put itself in it like it did when it was a child, then lay flat like a human, holding the lifelike little wolf in its crossed paws.
The sound of water in the kitchen stopped.
He Zhuo returned to the bedroom, turned off the lights and went to bed.
Afraid that being too close would make people uncomfortable, he only occupied one side of the bed, with a distance of one person between him and Ji Tingyu.
The cat looked at the large empty space and pouted.
He suddenly climbed out of the sleeping bag, bit the small pocket and ran towards He Zhuo regardless of anything. He pushed his arms apart and squeezed himself in rudely, then he plopped into the small pocket and patted himself with satisfaction.
A very tender chuckle sounded in my ears.
In darkness.
He Zhuo turned sideways and pressed his face against the fluffy sleeping bag.
The kitten also turned sideways and raised its four paws to hug his face.
Her nose touched his, her mouth touched his, and her two plum blossom paws were placed in the small sockets of his eye sockets, one on the left and one on the right.
The wolf king chuckled with his eyes closed, and the cat squinted his eyes in contentment.
”How do you know I didn’t have a sleeping bag when I was a child?” Ji Tingyu asked.
”You told me yourself.”
”I?”
”Well, I teased you that morning, asking if you could just sleep in cotton socks when you were so young, and your ears drooped.”
This was a subconscious action when Ji Tingyu was lost, which he himself was not aware of, but He Zhuo saw through it at a glance.
He Zhuo didn’t say anything at the time, but he kept thinking afterwards: Why did he sleep in his socks? Was it because no one prepared a sleeping bag for my kitten?
Then I’ll prepare it.
”Just… like that?” The cat couldn’t believe it, and his voice became soft and hoarse.
”That’s it.” He Zhuo said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Ji Tingyu’s eyes gradually became moist.
He hugged He Zhuo’s face, rubbed it like an insecure cub, and licked it gently with the tip of his tongue.
He Zhuo was so tired that he closed his eyes drowsily.
After a long time, a vague voice came to his ears, like a dream talk, stirring his heart.
