Chapter 441: Intimate Discussion

July is a hot and humid summer.

The midterm exams for the third semester have also ended.

Utsunomiya Shuo looked at the high-spirited principal on the opera stage, and suddenly felt that he was not that long-winded after all.

In mid-July, which could be considered the summer holiday, Zhuo did not take Ling back to his hometown this year. It was not because he was unwilling to go back, but the hot summer wind was stronger than he had imagined. Just the thought of going out made him sweat on his forehead.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the sunlight shines through the tall buildings, making the road surface scorching hot. It makes you want to collapse into a pancake, fried on both sides, and not turn over until it's red enough.

Taking three steps back, the indoor climate was suitable and the temperature was just right because Zhuo turned on the air conditioner at home.

Ling kneaded out pieces of cream dough at the kitchen counter, cut them into musical note shapes, filled them into a tray, then added various seasonings tentatively and put them in the oven. He then tasted the remaining ingredients on the chopping board and fell into a long period of thought.

"Your Highness, it looks like you are in trouble,"

Zhuo knocked on the transparent observation glass above the kitchen door with his hand, and spread his face on it like a pancake: "If you need Zhuo Utsunomiya's help, please click the button and wait for the voice prompt."

After hearing this, Ling turned his head and saw Zhuo's big face pressed against the glass. After a moment of silence, he poked his eyes with two fingers.

"Activation successful. Next, please give me a kiss from Your Highness the Princess."

"The Frog Prince's method?"

"Yes, one kiss activates the membership service, two kisses activate the super membership service, and three kisses can turn Her Royal Highness's fantasy into reality, which means I will serve Her Royal Highness like a slave."

"Come in, wash your hands and try the biscuits. Dinner is almost ready. We made beef stew today."

"..." Zhuo hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine."

Taking a step back, Zhuo felt that he might need to discuss something with Ling inside, so he walked around the small living room twice, picked up a wooden bench, opened the kitchen door, and sat down upright.

Zero looked at him and made a please gesture.

After trying the new type of cookies and looking at the exquisite shapes, Zhuo finally shook his head honestly.

"Your Highness, I have no way to give you a proper evaluation for your hard work. Perhaps you can go and ask Su Enxi and the others for a try. She might prefer sweets."

"let it go."

The flavor of biscuits was something Zhuo had never tried before. Although Zhuo could not say that he hated sweets, he also could not say that he liked sweets. At most, he could only taste the fragrance of cocoa and the sweetness of sugar. The stove was full of various seasonings. Even if Zhuo had to name them, he could only recognize purple orchid grass.

Even with just these, Zhuo could realize that Ling was probably trying to make cookies that he would also like to eat. So even if he couldn't say he liked them, Zhuo decided to eat all of them. At this time, Ling had been observing him for a long time, and silently stretched out his hand to ask him to hand over the cookies that he "didn't like very much but was prepared to eat reluctantly."

Is it really okay not to eat it...? Although Zhuo had great doubts, he did not intend to force himself, so he obediently returned the cookie to Ling, then he sat up with Ling in his arms and touched her head.

Ling's hair is soft and shiny, and always feels comfortable to touch. And every time the hair slips through his fingers, Zhuo can smell several familiar scents. What's different today?

The small ears that emerged from her hair were softer than her hair. Even though her hair color was a light golden color close to silver, the white and translucent ears still attracted Zhuo's attention. They felt smooth and delicate. When Zhuo gently stroked the white and delicate ears with his fingertips, Ling's body suddenly trembled. Zhuo stopped, thinking that he had hurt Ling, but Ling shook his head, apparently hoping that he would continue.

So, Zhuo continued to stroke Ling's head and ears carefully and gently, as if he were treating a fragile work of art. Soon, Ling slowly fell limp like a kitten and lay in his arms.

(…I feel like this scene is familiar.)
Although he only touched Ling's head and ears, Zhuo felt as if he was doing something even more excessive than what he had done before.

Zhuo was still thinking about other things, so he was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should continue touching her like this, but Ling did not show any disgust, and it seemed that Ling in this state was not suitable for talking about things... With this thought, Zhuo continued to caress her with his fingertips and palms, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by Ling.

"Is there something you want to say?"

Zhuo wondered what happened suddenly, stopped and looked at Ling, and found that Ling's deep blue eyes had become hazy as he looked at him, his heart skipped a beat.

Ling didn't mind Zhuo's appearance at all and licked his fingertips with his tongue.

"……zero?"

Zhuo only felt that his fingers were burning hot, as if he was burned. At the same time, he found that Ling's tongue was not as rough as his own.

Compared to Ling's soft tongue, Zhuo's cheeks were hotter, making his face red.

Although the two of them had slept in the same bed for a while, if Ren teased them as a "living together couple" now, Zhuo would not be able to refute it... But Zhuo had never asked Ling to point his finger at him. Although he had done worse things before, Zhuo did not force Ling to do the same thing. Now, such a thing made him feel very, very immoral.

"Didn't Zhuo have something to say?"

In order to maintain his rationality during the day, Zhuo hurriedly pushed Ling's shoulder away, and then met the pair of puzzled blue eyes.

After that, perhaps because of Zhuo's expression, Ling took a while to understand his own behavior - her face turned to the side little by little, and her eyes became vague. Then, as if to deliberately change the subject, she repeated the previous question again.

"Yes, there is something I want to say..."

"……Um."

"I, I was thinking about whether I should go to the flower farm next month."

"Olympic Games?"

"Ah, that's right, but am I so easy to guess?"

"Because Zhuo has always liked the food there, I also pay attention to what's going on there."

"That's it."

Part of Zhuo's mind analyzed calmly. The other, less calm part of him recalled the touch and heat of the tongue, driving him to start rolling on the ground, or pick up the beloved girl in front of him and go back to the bedroom.

Boom, boom, boom. The beating of the heart was much louder than before.

(End of this chapter)