The villa Yi Xuan currently lives in is a relatively small detached house. It has only two floors, and the internal area of each floor is just over three hundred square meters. According to Yi Xuan, a villa that is too large would feel cold if he were living alone, and a smaller villa provides a greater sense of security.
Next to the living room on the first floor is a massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the transparent glass is a sea of flowers. Yi Xuan had previously designated this area as a separate space, laying down a soft, plush rug and placing a large beanbag chair and a small tea table. His original intention was to spend wonderful afternoons there: drinking tea, checking out the latest gossip on the Starnet, or bothering his friends when he felt bored.
Life should be pleasant!
However, it is a pity that Yi Xuan has never successfully managed to use this space since moving here.
The main reason is that he usually wakes up around 3:00 or 4:00 PM, and after futzing around for a bit, it is already 5:00 or 6:00 PM. By the time he eats dinner and dilly-dallies, it is almost dark. How could he possibly enjoy the scenery or sunlight? If he has time, he might as well just curl up on the sofa in the living room, where at least he does not have to stare at the pitch-black exterior.
Therefore, this plan of his has been indefinitely delayed.
But today, since he intends to wait for Mislert to get off work so they can eat together, even though it is past 5:00 PM, Yi Xuan still plans to curl up in that space. After all, he has been eyeing that beanbag chair for a few days.
That chair is from a different brand than the one in the living room, and he has not tried it out yet. He is simply curious.
Thus, when Mislert enters the villa gate with a nervous heart and pushes open the door, what he sees is his Lord curled up in front of the glass window in cat-themed pajamas, half-closing his eyes and zoning out.
The young man is staring intently into the distance. The lingering rays of the sunset shine on his delicate nose. Because he rarely goes out, his skin, which is fair by nature, looks exceptionally pale. He has not yet noticed Mislert’s arrival. The cat ears on his hat twitch with his movements; no matter how one looks at it, he resembles a fluffy creature that has retracted its sharp claws.
“Lord.”
Perhaps the air is too quiet now. Even though Mislert speaks in a soft voice, it still sounds abrupt.
Yi Xuan was too deep in thought just a moment ago. He is stunned for a while after being called, and only then does he respond, “Hmm?”
He turns his head. Seeing Mislert still standing awkwardly at the doorway, he stretches, gets up, and says to Mislert, “Come in. Get the shoes from the cabinet yourself; the white pair.”
When Mislert opens the cabinet and sees that the white slippers are clearly a new pair of white cat shoes, he pauses.
If his memory serves him correctly, the shoes his Lord is currently wearing are a black cat-themed pair of the same style.
So, were they intentionally left as a couple’s set?
Mislert’s lips curve upward uncontrollably. His initial nervousness gradually dissipates. He steals a glance at Yi Xuan, who is already sitting on the sofa, and then puts on the shoes, as if afraid the other might change his mind.
“Lord.” Mislert walks all the way to the sofa, stopping beside Yi Xuan. Just like many times before, he quietly kneels halfway in front of him.
Yi Xuan does not find this behavior strange. He simply pats the spot beside him, “Sit up.”
The way the two interact now is actually very strange. To say they are acting normally by tacitly agreeing not to expose the fact of the other’s rebirth is not quite right, but it is not the same as the previous life where they would break down after only two sentences. It seems they have reached a consensus that they can continue to live in peace without exposing the truth.
However, Yi Xuan’s thoughts are much more complex.
“Have you eaten?” Yi Xuan does not pay much attention to Mislert’s arrival, his gaze remaining fixed on the screen in the air. The question seems to be out of politeness, like a standard greeting.
“Not yet. I came straight here after work.” Mislert does not hide it. Since entering, his gaze has not shifted from Yi Xuan at all, except when he was changing his shoes.
Yi Xuan turns his head at this moment, but Mislert cannot react in time and is still staring longingly at him.
“Pull your eyes back; it is strange.” Yi Xuan frowns.
“Sorry, Lord.” Mislert’s apology comes out almost the next second after Yi Xuan speaks. It is clearly an unconscious reflex.
Yi Xuan turns to look at Mislert. At this moment, the Zerg, who had been staring at him, bows his head. His fingers are clenched tight. Even without making a sound, one can feel his sadness.
“I did not scold you. Why are you acting so aggrieved?”
Yi Xuan pouts, freeing his own injured, bandaged hand from Mislert.
As a female Zerg, Mislert’s minor injuries would normally heal quickly, but because he was born with innate deficiencies, the super-high self-healing ability that other female Zergs possess does not exist for him. One could say that if Mislert were thrown into an auction house, he might be classified as a “defective Zerg.” After all, once the self-healing ability is gone, more than half of a female Zerg’s power is also lost.
“You know you are injured, yet you still pinch your hand. Do you not know the state of your own body?”
Mislert is far too careless with his own body. He does not know why, but seeing him like this makes the nameless anger in Yi Xuan’s heart burn even hotter.
He reaches out, pinches Mislert’s cheek with one hand, and then uses the other hand to pinch the opposite side, gently pulling his face to both sides.
“Can you be a bit more obedient? Why do you always make me worry?”
“You are so stubborn that one cannot get a word out of you. You only apologize when scolded. Can you explain the reason? Is your mouth just an ornament?”
“Do you know that I really hate the habit of you not speaking and only apologizing?”
“Sorry, Lord.”
Even when Yi Xuan pinches his face, Mislert does not resist. He just lets him do as he pleases, not even crying out in pain even as his face is pinched into a strange shape. It is only when Yi Xuan finishes speaking and let’s go that he lowers his head again to apologize.
This “sorry” habit cannot be broken, can it?
He was just asking for it before.
“Forget it. Since you have not eaten, let us go. Xiao Dingdang has already cooked. Let us eat together.” Yi Xuan sighs, stops speaking, stands up, and says, “Hmm, okay.”