Chapter 72 Part 1

Seeing that things had reached an uncontrollable point, he timely called out to Mo Heng and told him that they had no protection.

Mo Heng glanced at the empty bedside table, then pulled out the drawer. He knew exactly what mischief his Little Wife had gotten up to and didn’t waste effort searching for the pile of missing Little Boxes. Instead, he held the person tightly and asked, “Where did Baby hide the stuff?”

“I-I don’t know…”

Zhong Nian’s gaze shifted evasively, his heart filled with guilt. His voice trembled as he spoke, and his tear-dampened eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings shuddering in the wind, desperately trying to flap.

With such a flustered appearance, plus his reddened lips, he looked utterly pitiable, making it impossible to bear scolding him.

“Let’s… just call it a night, okay?”

He grabbed the man’s hand and lifted his eyes. His lips moved as he awkwardly uttered the hard-to-say term of endearment: “Husband…”

His voice was very soft and light, like a feather, tickling at the heart while carrying the power to easily fan the flames of desire into a roaring blaze.

Visibly, the desire in the man’s eyes burned even hotter. His sweaty hand gripped Zhong Nian’s waist, and he rasped, “It’s okay, Baby.”

Alarm bells rang loudly in Zhong Nian’s mind. The hairs on his back stood on end, and the flush on his face drained away completely from fright.

No way… He wouldn’t force it even without protection, would he…?

How could there be such a wicked person?

This was too much.

This wasn’t what a proper Husband should do.

Zhong Nian took a deep breath and mustered the demeanor of a Wife. With trembling fingertips, he swung a slap, but his panic caused him to miss the mark.

Not only was the slap weak and powerless, it veered off to the man’s chin, like a flirtatious breeze carrying fragrance.

Zhong Nian felt a bit awkward and gathered his courage to push the man’s face harder, indignantly saying, “Are you in such a rush? Do you have to do it tonight? This is wrong!”

After speaking, he held his breath nervously, bracing for the other’s anger.

If they argued… it would be tricky, but not bad—at least this wouldn’t happen.

Unexpectedly, the next second, he got a kiss on the cheek.

Mo Heng took his hand and placed it over the spot that had just been hit, smiling delightedly.

“Baby, how are you so adorable?”

Zhong Nian froze: “You…”

This guy didn’t get mad after being hit?

He must not have hit hard enough.

Just as Zhong Nian secretly prepared to strike again, Mo Heng suddenly conceded: “Alright, no protection, so we’ll skip tonight.”

Zhong Nian hadn’t even had time to rejoice when Mo Heng grabbed his hand and guided it: “But you have to help Husband out.”

…

Zhong Nian had no idea how he survived that night.

The next morning, he slept deeply when he vaguely heard Mo Heng, who was getting up for work, say something to him. His fingers were too exhausted to move. He felt a kiss on his lips before laboriously rolling over and burying his head in the covers.

“Get lost…”

His voice was hoarse and soft.

He didn’t know that this nearly made his always punctual Husband late for work.

After sleeping who-knows-how-much longer, something cool and moist repeatedly brushed his cheek.

So annoying.

He frowned, unwilling to open his eyes, and pulled the blanket higher.

Then his fingers were touched too.

“Stop kissing, I’m really tired…” Half-asleep and half-awake, he pitifully withdrew his hand into the blanket and mumbled a complaint, “My hand hurts too, so annoying.”

“Chirp chirp cheep—”

The response was a strange yet familiar sound. “Goo cheep!”

Zhong Nian hadn’t heard it in a while and almost thought he was dreaming. His furrowed brows twitched as he pried open his glued-shut eyelids.

He saw a tentacle pull the blanket off his head, then a round, deep-blue Octopus popped out. It waved several tentacles in greeting and poked his face.

Zhong Nian grabbed the one rubbing messily on his face and squeezed it a few times, confirming it wasn’t an illusion. He fully woke up.

“How did you get here?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered.

This Octopus was the “Portable Pet” from the Props description and could follow him into Instances.

He had just forgotten…

But given how clingy this Octopus was, it was strange that it hadn’t come out all day yesterday, even though there had been opportunities.

“Why did you only come out now?” Zhong Nian propped himself up on the bed. His joints creaked as he moved, and his neck and waist felt a bit sore—all thanks to Mo Heng insisting on holding him skin-to-skin while sleeping last night. No matter how he pushed, he couldn’t break free.

After a few rejections, he was threatened with “continuing the unfinished business.”

Zhong Nian was truly a bit scared. His hand had nearly broken skin, so in the end, he cried and begged, then was coaxed into opening his mouth for a kiss before finally being let go.

“Cheep goo goo goo cheep—”

The Octopus mobilized all its tentacles to explain vigorously, gesturing for a while before acting frail. It clutched its “forehead” with a tentacle and flopped dramatically to the ground.

Zhong Nian thought for a moment: “You mean your power was too weak to come out of the shadow?”

“Cheep!” The Octopus bounced up and nodded vigorously like pounding garlic.

Zhong Nian could roughly guess what happened and asked the System.