‘Thump thump thump!’
‘Thump thump thump!’
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the stairs, approaching closer and closer. Wen Fengjin, who was about to lie down in the coffin in his sleep robe, furrowed his brow and looked towards the door.
In the next moment, the door was forcefully pushed open, and a dripping wet dummy barged into Wen Fengjin’s line of sight. The silly guy’s eyes were widened, his hair sticking out haphazardly, and in a panicked and terrified tone, he exclaimed:
“Xiao Wenzi! I’ve grown fur!”
“…” Wen Fengjin remained quiet for a moment, his long and narrow deep eyes slowly dropping, tracing the water drops running down from the pink fruit over the smooth belly to the sunken navel.
Finally, his gaze fell on the little thing that was similarly damp and dangling due to running…
“Yeah.” Wen Fengjin observed, “Indeed. It's quite good-looking.”
Wang Xiaomie, who had turned into a hamster from terror, saw Wen Fengjin’s gaze and was momentarily stunned. He lowered his head, only to see his little brother shivering in the air conditioning.
“…”
“Ah~!” Wang Xiaomie’s face turned red. He grabbed the sleep robe draped over the chair beside him and put it on without caring if he was still wet. Fear had made his mind blank and he’d simply run out, completely forgetting to wear a bathrobe!
After wrapping himself in the clothes, Wang Xiaomie, embarrassed and angry, yelled, “I wasn’t talking about that fur! It’s on my chest! CHEST! Just now, I saw red feather-like patterns from my chest to my shoulders in the mirror!”
“Zongzi is also a corpse! Fengjin, do you think I’ve reached my expiration date and will grow fur? Ying, ying, ying…”
Wen Fengjin: “…”
Seeing Wen Fengjin remain silent and not speaking, Wang Xiaomie, thinking he guessed right, became even more frightened. “It was all fine before. Why did so many red patterns suddenly appear now? Is it because it’s too hot in the summer? Will my body rot in a few days and… Forget it, let me die.”
Recalling the terrifying zombies in horror movies, with grotesque faces, pitch-black nails, and a body covered in black fur, Wang Xiaomie let out a loud cry.
Wen Fengjin furrowed his brow, stepping out of the coffin and walking over to Wang Xiaomie. He lifted the wet hair with one hand, running his palm over the dripping long strands. A mist rose and the hair quickly turned dry, leaving it fluffy.
With his other hand, Wen Fengjin gently teased open Wang Xiaomie’s sleep robe. The loose robe slid down, revealing rounded shoulders and prominent collarbones, outlining an attractive curve. The smooth skin was soft and supple, without any unnecessary lines, showcasing the endless vitality hidden beneath this slowly beating heart.
However, the red feather-like patterns that Wang Xiaomie mentioned were nowhere to be found on his body.
The ice-cold, pointed fingertips pressed lightly against the skin, creating a small indentation. Following the collarbone, they swept over the slender chest, and finally, the entire palm covered the position of the heart.
Wang Xiaomie shrank back, feeling a bit scared.
With long and narrow eyes hanging low, Wen Fengjin sensed this body that he had expertly nourished and found no issues.
“Zombies do have a layer of fur on their skin, and the color of the fur can indicate its age,” Wen Fengjin said as he removed his palm and pinched Wang Xiaomie’s chin, lifting his anxious face.
Clear eyes reflected a head full of silver hair hanging down the shoulders, belonging to a stunning man with a somewhat sharp demeanor.
Seeing his own reflection in those eyes, Wen Fengjin’s mood improved, and the thin, rosy lips curved into a smile.
“But you’re not a real zombie. You were nurtured through my blood sacrifice. Even after receiving a part of Yan Chun, your heart continues to beat slowly. Xiaomie, you’re not any different from before. Are you sure it’s not just nerves getting to you today?”
“I don’t think so. I did see…” Wang Xiaomie carefully recalled what he had seen in the mirror earlier. However, at that moment, the mirror was also fogged up from the hot water, and after Wen Fengjin’s words, he began to doubt himself.
Wang Xiaomie said, “It looked like a tattoo, red and shaped like feathers.”
Wen Fengjin pondered for a moment and asked, “What were you doing just now?”
“Nothing much, I just took a hot bath.”
“Hot water…”
Wen Fengjin suddenly wrapped his arms around Wang Xiaomie’s waist. Wang Xiaomie stumbled, and his forehead hit Wen Fengjin’s chest. Before he could ask anything, something soft pressed against the back of his ear and forcefully sucked.
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“!!!”
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Wang Xiaomie tilted his head to look at his shoulder.
“Oh, damn it, it appeared again!”
There were red and thin lines entwining his left chest and shoulder, extending to the neck, forming many totemic shapes resembling feathers.
Wen Fengjin’s expression darkened as he pressed onto the pattern. The skin under his touch was smooth, without any protrusions. It wasn’t a simple tattoo on the skin; instead, it seemed like red lines embedded in the flesh.
Wen Fengjin pressed on the area of the skin, “Does it hurt?”
Wang Xiaomie shook his head, “Not at all. I didn’t have this thing before. Could it be because of Zhen Bei and that guy named Yan Chun?”
“This can’t be confirmed. Maybe it’s also related to the effects of the elixir. After all, it’s a one-of-a-kind pill with no documented records, and no one knows what happens after taking the elixir,” Wen Fengjin replied.
Looking at the feather pattern, Wen Fengjin’s first thought was ‘ascension to immortality.’ Unable to control something, his expression turned unpleasant, and he rubbed the area with his fingers.
He said, “Let’s wait for tonight. If it’s the effect of the elixir, we can only observe slowly.”
Wang Xiaomie nodded, and in the meantime, those patterns on his body disappeared again. Both of them lay back into the coffin, and after turning off the lights, the room became dim. Wang Xiaomie hugged Wen Fengjin tight and sobbed, “Xiao Wenzi.” A moment later, he called, “Fengjin.”
Wen Fengjin showed no impatience. He let Wang Xiaomie rest on his shoulder, absentmindedly kissing his hair whorl.
“Sleep, I’ll be here with you,” the magnetic voice softly reassured, providing Wang Xiaomie with a great sense of security.
“Mn,” he responded, closing his eyes and napping for a while. However, he couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at his shoulder in the darkness or looking up at Wen Fengjin’s chin. Suddenly, a cool kiss pressed onto his eyelid.
His eye, influenced by the external force, automatically closed, leaving only one big eye blinking somewhat uneasily.
“Xiao Wenzi…”
“Hmm?”
“Will I grow feathers all over and become a birdman in the future?”
“…No.”
“Xiao Wenzi.”
“Hmm?”
“What if… What if I really turn into a birdman, will you still…”
“Yes.”
“…So resolute? No hesitation at all?”
“Hmm.”
“…After turning into such a big bird in the future, what if I want to sleep in a bird’s nest instead of a coffin?”
“We’ll return to the underground palace. The acacia tree is a good place to put a bird’s nest.”
“But what if I lay eggs?”
“Lay.”
“What should I do with the eggs? Steam them or fry them? Haha, I like salted steamed egg custard.”
“Don’t eat; hatch.”
“…Hatch a nest of little bird people? Imagining sons and daughters flying around the house eating bugs every day, who would take care of them? I won’t!”
“I will.”
“……”
Wang Xiaomie was strangely silent for a moment, then pulled apart the loosely hanging sleep robe of Wen Fengjin and buried his face in it. In a muffled voice, he said:
“Do you not find it repulsive at all? A bird person!”
For a while, there was no sound from above, and just as Wang Xiaomie was about to raise his head in confusion, he heard Wen Fengjin honestly say, “…Repulsive.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…” You’re done. You’re toast. Laozi will kick you in the crotch and cut off your descendants, you scumbag!
With a grimace, intending to take a bite out of the flesh in front of him, Wang Xiaomie opened his mouth.
Wen Fengjin then added, “The ones you lay won’t be.”
Wang Xiaomie hesitated, closed his mouth, discreetly wiped the saliva on top, and silently buried his face again.
“…Xiao Wenzi.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep; I don’t want to become a birdman.”
“I’ll keep you company.”
“Then sing me a song. Maybe I’ll fall asleep listening to it.”
Wang Xiaomie casually mentioned it, not expecting Wen Fengjin to actually hum an ancient folk song from the Northern region. He muttered to himself, “That’s the one I taught you,” and fell silent.
Wen Fengjin’s voice was genuinely pleasant.
It was raspy, cold, and carried a special magnetic bass that made one’s ears tickle and tingle from the moment it left his throat.
In the dim coffin with no excess light, the illuminating night pearl had been removed. Covered by a red phoenix quilt, Wang Xiaomie closed his eyes, listening to the lullaby by his ear, and soon drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, it was already bright outside. He found himself still in Wen Fengjin’s embrace. As soon as he moved, Wen Fengjin opened his eyes, “Awake?”
Wang Xiaomie stretched his stiff waist and asked, “Hmm, didn’t you sleep last night?”
“I don’t need sleep,” Wen Fengjin replied. After saying that, he pressed his hand against Wang Xiaomie’s neck and observed it, finding nothing there.
After a night of anxiety and fear, and with no discomfort from the mysterious patterns, they decided to let it be, not knowing what it was. Wang Xiaomie simply decided to go with the flow and accept whatever fate had in store.
So it was Wang Xiaomie who comforted Wen Fengjin with a few words and then continued with his daily tasks. Regardless of what tomorrow might bring, life had to go on for now.
Downstairs, Bai Yu had already risen early to take care of household chores. After Wang Xiaomie finished washing up, he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Meanwhile, upstairs, Wen Fengjin stood at a small desk. On the desk was the box belonging to Bai Yu. He pulled out a book, opened it, and his lowered eyes flickered with an inexplicable light.
Since Bai Yu moved in, Wang Xiaomie often made jokes and indulged in buffoonery with him. Despite recovering his memories, Wang Xiaomie’s deepest impression remained the carefree university days. Bai Yu was also a typical silly and playful person. The two of them could giggle until their tummies hurt watching TV shows together.
Wang Xiaomie hadn’t told Bai Yu about the situation on his neck, and he had observed it carefully for a day.
However, nothing had happened!
Could it really be the side effect of the elixir?
Wang Xiaomie was also puzzled. When it came time to cook dinner, he originally wanted to pan-fry steaks, but there was no more butter.
Olive oil could be used as an alternative, but they didn’t have that at home!
Wang Xiaomie yelled at the top of his lungs, “Fengjinnnn.. we’re out of butter!”
“Out of butter? I’ll go buy some!” Bai Yu poked his head out from behind the kitchen door.
Wang Xiaomie thought for a moment and said, “Let Fengjin go buy it. There’s a supermarket near our house that sells these things, you might not know, and Fengjin is faster.”
Bai Yu scratched his head as he recalled Wen Fengjin’s agile figure that could scale walls and nodded, “Right.”
Soon, their designated ‘errand boy,’ Boss Wen, came down from upstairs, already changed into different clothes. He skillfully picked up the keys and phone on the table to go buy butter.
There was no hint of displeasure on his face at being assigned this errand. Bai Yu secretly sighed: It seems that in this household, Wang Xiaomie is still at the top of the food chain!
Ten minutes later.
Wang Xiaomie, busy in the kitchen, heard the doorbell ring. He walked out and saw Bai Yu coming out of his room upon hearing the doorbell.
Bai Yu was about to open the door, muttering, “Such an impressive speed, he’s back so quickly.”
Wang Xiaomie frowned upon hearing this. Something was off. Even if Wen Fengjin went out, it usually took him at least twenty minutes for a round trip.
“Wait! Don’t open the door yet.”
“Ah?” Bai Yu immediately released the doorknob and turned back, asking, “What’s wrong?”
An inexplicable feeling filled Wang Xiaomie’s heart. Without saying a word, he quickly walked to the front door of the villa and uncovered the peephole.
As it was nighttime, and with the man’s back facing the light, all he could discern was an ordinary-looking man wearing casual clothes, resembling a neighbor who had come over for something. However, in this neighborhood, encounters with neighbors were rare, and even if they passed by occasionally, they usually hurried away without stopping to chat.
“Maybe I’m overthinking… Da Bai, take a look. Why do I feel this person is strange?” Wang Xiaomie stepped aside, letting Bai Yu take his place.
Bai Yu approached and looked through the peephole, asking doubtfully, “What’s wrong? Isn’t it Boss Wen?”
Wang Xiaomie watched as Bai Yu leaned in to look through the peephole. After a while, Bai Yu didn’t move. When he turned around, his face was filled with fear.
“It’s that man— It’s that man!!!” He cried out, trembling.
Wang Xiaomie furrowed his brow, “That man? Who are you talking about?”
Bai Yu’s pupils contracted, his face turned pale. He pressed Wang Xiaomie’s shoulder and retreated back to the sofa, simultaneously lowering his voice in a panicked tone, “It’s that monster who almost killed me before!”
“!!!”
What the fuck! This person actually came to their doorstep! Wang Xiaomie’s expression also changed, but then he suddenly remembered that they had Wen Fengjin!
His Xiao Wenzi was like a god, capable of sending this jerk flying with a mere flick of his hand!
Thinking about this, Wang Xiaomie’s confidence came flooding back and comforted the frightened Bai Yu.
“The hell, he dares to show up at our door! Don’t be afraid, Da Bai, watch as I have my Xiao Wenzi beat him to death!”
“Boss Wen is really great.” Bai Yu covered his face, “But he’s not at home right now!”
“…”
Oh, I forgot.
“…Now what do we do?” Bai Yu asked.
“I guess we can be afraid now,” Wang Xiaomie sighed.
Bai Yu: “…”
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One silly dumpling and one silly Fish (hehe since his name is Yu) were left at home to fend for themselves while Big Boss Wen went out to buy butter.