Chapter 270: His Voice is So Sweet
With the Beastman knotted, the two were temporarily locked together.
Young men are full of vigor, and soon Mu Tangfeng was whimpering and clinging to her again.
At moments like this, he shed his usual reserve and shyness, becoming uncharacteristically passionate.
He carefully studied Shi Lan’s expression, unable to contain his curiosity. "Lanlan, just now... were you satisfied?"
He grew frustrated with himself as he spoke. "I’m sorry, I don’t think I performed very well. It was my first time, so... I’ll definitely try harder next time. I’ll last longer..."
Shi Lan’s eyes widened in alarm, and she quickly said, "No, no! It was wonderful just like that. I’m very satisfied."
In the past, she would never have been able to say such a thing.
But he had already lasted so long, and Mu Tangfeng still wasn’t satisfied. Shi Lan couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if he went on for longer.
She subconsciously clutched her lower back. ’It’s fine just like this,’ she thought.
"Alright..."
Mu Tangfeng sounded a little disappointed. Noticing Shi Lan’s hand on her waist, he assumed she was sore. He suppressed his own burning desire and thoughtfully began to massage her.
Shi Lan accepted it gratefully; she really was a little sore.
She closed her eyes, feeling sticky all over. "I want to take a shower," she couldn’t help but murmur.
Mu Tangfeng replied gently, "Okay."
As he said that, he started to get up, but he’d forgotten about the primal reaction of a Beastman. The movement tugged at them, almost setting off sparks again.
He had no choice. He blinked away the fresh sweat beading at the corner of his eye and said in a hoarse voice, "Lanlan, we have to wait a little longer."
"...Mm."
Shi Lan knew it too, and nodded in embarrassment.
After a good while, he finally took her to have a shower. But in the process, one thing led to another, and it was quite some time before the two emerged, fresh, dry, and clinging to one another.
They shared a single bath towel draped over them.
Perhaps from utter exhaustion, Shi Lan fell asleep just like that. When she awoke, she realized she was still completely naked.
Thankfully, the Little Joyful Bird hadn’t woken up.
She let out a secret sigh of relief and, seeing the light filtering through the curtains, shifted her body away.
Mu Tangfeng seemed to sense the movement and stirred. Still half-asleep, he subconsciously pulled Shi Lan back into his arms, thoughtfully tucking the blanket around her and mumbling, "Lanlan, sleep."
With that, he intended to go back to sleep.
But Shi Lan couldn’t get back to sleep. Besides, her stomach was protesting with hunger.
Unfortunately, Mu Tangfeng was no help; he was sleeping soundly.
Shi Lan was so exasperated she felt like kicking him, but she couldn’t muster the strength in her legs. Her own spirit and energy were high, however—she hadn’t forgotten to heal him last night.
She tilted her head to look at him. Mu Tangfeng was sleeping facing her, his long, thick black eyelashes resting sweetly on his fair cheeks. The soft, orange-yellow tips of his hair touched the skin near the corners of his eyes.
He breathed through his nose, his rosy lips slightly pursed. The plump curve of his upper lip looked soft, bouncy, and delicious.
Waking up to such a beautiful face instantly improved Shi Lan’s mood. It felt like she could forgive him for anything.
’So what if he didn’t get up to make her breakfast? So what if things got a little too wild last night?’
’But he’s learned to control his temper around her and he listens to her. If she really woke him up and asked him to make breakfast, he’d do it without a second thought.’
Shi Lan couldn’t help but smile. She playfully pinched the plump curve of his lip. It was soft and warm, nice to the touch, almost like a little stress toy. It was a pleasant sensation.
She had no qualms about disturbing his sleep. As she played with his lips, Mu Tangfeng naturally found he could no longer sleep.
He opened his dark eyes, a bit of morning grumpiness on his face, but the moment he saw Shi Lan was the little troublemaker beside him, a smile instantly bloomed in his eyes. He curved his lips instinctively. "Lanlan, good morning."
"Good morning."
Shi Lan replied, her own eyes curving into a smile.
Perhaps because the day was so bright—the curtains hadn’t been closed properly, and the room was flooded with light—the man who had been so full of courage the night before seemed to be weighed down by a heavy burden once more in the light of day.
Realizing the state of their naked bodies under the blankets, he blushed furiously, his flush spreading from his ears all the way down his neck.
Mu Tangfeng silently scooted backward, then hopped out of bed on the far side where Shi Lan couldn’t see and quickly threw on some clothes.
Perhaps it’s true that men are more prone to it in the morning; he was starting to get hot again below the waist.
He pursed his lips, quickly covering himself up completely to hide his body’s awkward predicament from Shi Lan.
"Lanlan, you sleep a little longer. I’ll go downstairs and have the robot make you breakfast."
After saying that, he rushed off again. This time, Shi Lan couldn’t stop him, as she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
She watched his retreating back with a feeling of helplessness, thinking he looked like he was fleeing for his life.
For some reason, she laughed out loud.
After laughing for a moment, she slowly dressed herself. Her legs were still like jelly when she stood up, but she had anticipated this and took her time, walking very slowly.
After washing up, she had somewhat adjusted to the slight discomfort in her body. She was about to head downstairs when Mu Tangfeng came running up the stairs and promptly scooped her into his arms. "Lanlan, be careful! You’re probably still feeling sore."
Thanks to the knowledge he’d crammed at the last minute yesterday, after he instructed the robot to prepare a breakfast suitable for a female, this very concern had popped into his head.
He had been on his way up to carry her down personally when he saw her trying to walk on her own.
Mu Tangfeng was still a bit shaken. He had taken a fall last night, and while it didn’t affect him much as a tough, sturdy male, Lanlan was a female. And that was to say nothing of how hard she’d worked last night, even having to use Deep Healing on him.
At this thought, he tightened his arms around Shi Lan and simply flew straight down, not even bothering with the stairs.
’My wings are safer than the stairs, after all,’ he thought.
Although it wasn’t the same kind of delicious, handmade breakfast that He Hanshi would make, the robot’s food wasn’t bad. Shi Lan was genuinely hungry, so she had two bowls of shredded pork congee, several shrimp dumplings, and a number of side dishes.
Mu Tangfeng barely touched his own food, his eyes fixed on her. He diligently placed more food on her plate, spending the entire breakfast focused solely on feeding her.
Shi Lan put down her bowl and looked up to find him staring intently at her, his eyes filled with a joyous smile, though she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
He was the very picture of bliss, beaming from ear to ear.
Her gaze swept over to his own full bowl of congee. "Hurry up and eat."
"Oh, okay."
He replied with meek softness. It might have been her imagination, but his voice sounded as if it were coated in honey, sickeningly sweet.
Shi Lan nearly broke out in goosebumps. "Can you please talk normally?" she couldn’t help but ask.
Mu Tangfeng took a sip of congee and blinked, uncomprehending. "What’s wrong, Lanlan? Is my voice not normal?"
He spoke again, his tone exactly the same.
Perhaps it was because his usual persona was so fiery, ill-tempered, and impatient that his sudden gentleness sounded so wrong to Shi Lan.
’Still, it’s actually not so bad,’ she thought. ’It’s rather nice to listen to after a few times.’
She knew he was happy, so she shook her head, deciding not to spoil his mood by correcting him. "It’s nothing. Hurry and eat your breakfast so you’re not hungry."
"Mm-hm. Is Lanlan full?"
He asked again with that same exceptional gentleness.