Chapter 2
Chapter 2
I was afraid of the cold at night, so I told Shi Ye to return to his beast form and keep me warm.
“Nonsense!” he snapped. “Our beast forms are combat forms. We only use them in battle. They aren’t meant to be bed warmers.”
I was not pleased. If I did not have something furry to hold at night, I slept badly.
“Honey, have you stopped loving me, or have you been replaced? You used to let me hug your tail to sleep every night. Why won’t you do it today?”
“Of course I’m still me!”
Afraid of exposing himself, Shi Ye reluctantly let out his tail. At last, he compromised.
“You may hold the tail. Only the tail.”
A golden tiger tail slipped into my arms. Compared with Shi Zhou’s fur, Shi Ye’s seemed softer and fluffier. It carried the scent of grass and snow.
It smelled wonderful. Hugging the tail, I soon drifted off.
The next morning, I did not wake until the sun was high. Shi Ye was chopping firewood in the yard. Curiously, despite being as energetic as ever, dark circles shadowed his eyes.
[Of course he has dark circles. Cannon-Fodder Girl couldn’t sleep still. She started out hugging one tail, then switched to the other one. Tiger Cub Brother had to roll in the snow a few more times in the middle of the night.]
[What are you talking about? Is Tiger Cub Brother disabled? Why does he have two tails?]
[Poster above, don’t ask. Go watch children’s television.]
I looked around. The house had been cleaned, the chickens had been fed, and the half-collapsed swallow’s nest beneath the roof beam had been replaced with a new one made from wooden boards.
Who would have guessed? Shi Ye was young and handsome, yet he had all the practical instincts of a seasoned househusband.
The moment he saw that I was awake, however, his face turned cold again. He handed me a glass of hot milk and a slice of toast.
I took one sip of the milk and frowned.
“What now? What’s wrong with it?” Shi Ye asked.
“It’s too bland. I want two sugar cubes.”
“You’re impossible to please.”
Then he tipped back the glass and gulped down all the milk, washed the glass, and made me a new serving.
Me: “…”
Could he not simply have added sugar to the first one?
When Shi Ye finished chopping the wood, he sat beside me and looked at his phone again. He appeared to be messaging a friend.
[She really is difficult. But don’t worry-I kept a cold face the whole time I was doing her chores.]
The live comments appeared again.
[Wait. How has it only been one day, yet Little Brother is already doing her laundry with a cold face?]
[Bro, has it occurred to you that Cannon-Fodder Girl can’t see your cold face?]
[Little Brother: Leave me alone. I have my own rhythm!]