Chapter 58 Age Difference

Duan Ke’s current condition is very magical.

He was conscious and observing the world through his spherical body, but he could not control his thoughts and movements, and could only let the world of memory run on its own, like a bystander.

In my memory, the little Duan Keqiu was pinched by Qin Huai, and it turned from a round ball into a flat pancake.

When Qin Huai carried Duan Ke around, Duan Ke's line of sight was always far away from the ground.

Now, Duan Ke looked at the garden land that was too close to her, and realized more clearly that her boyfriend was now a child and was even very short.

His line of sight just happened to take in the tombstone in front of Qin Huai, and Duan Keqiu looked at it intently.

These are two tombstones connected together, and the photo shows a man and a woman. Qin Huai's eyebrows and eyes are similar to the woman's, but his expression is as cold and calm as the man in the photo.

Obviously, these are Qin Huai's parents.

Duan Ke wanted to feel sad, but he couldn't. His emotions were beyond his control. He could only feel a surge of intense, overwhelming anxiety rising from his lower abdomen, overwhelming all other consciousness, making his fangs itch and ache.

Duan Ke was very familiar with this feeling. He was so hungry that he was about to die.

So he foresaw his next move, and panicked, but he was completely unable to stop it.

He bit Qin Huai's palm hard.

The bite was really deep, and it would definitely leave a scar. It was pure torture for a seven or eight-year-old child.

But Qin Huai just sighed lightly, frowned, pulled Duan Ke's small fangs out of his bloody palm, and wanted to throw him straight to the ground.

But Qin Huai's hand was raised halfway in the air when it suddenly stopped.

He put Duan Keqiu down. The young man's face was not very good, but he was slightly startled when he saw the other person clearly.

...crying so miserably?

Due to his family background, Qin Huai had seen many monsters since he was a child, but he had never seen a monster that loved to cry.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his expression was a bit strange. Qin Huai wiped the strange mixture of bright red and transparent liquid from his hands, picked up Duan Keqiu, and shook him.

Warm, bright sunlight filtered down from overhead, illuminating Duan Keqiu, revealing a thin layer of fur on his body. This form, already as soft as a slime, made him appear even more harmless.

Duan Keqiu: "Man, I'm so hungry."

Duan Keqiu: “Woo woo.”

The cool liquid slid down Qin Huai's palm to his elbow. The boy's expression was blank. He wondered if this thing was some undocumented new species rather than a monster. How could a monster in the world be a whimpering crybaby?

The little black ball, no bigger than a palm, flapped its short front legs and wiped its face randomly.

Tears soaked his entire body, and he repeated the words "people" and "hungry" over and over again. Organizing the words seemed a little difficult for him, but he could barely express his meaning.

Qin Huai looked at this thing that didn't resist but only cried out for hunger, and inexplicably thought of the stray cat his mother fed two days ago.

This is what the cat looks like when it eats the cat food. It screams with delight, as if it will faint from hunger in the next second.

Qin Huai didn't know why he compared a biting monster to a cat, but he did.

He was so exhausted these past few days that he didn't have the energy to get angry over a monster that attacked him, nor was he interested. He asked him without any emotion, "You drink blood?"

Duan Keqiu thought that he didn't just drink blood, because he was a succubus.

But he still struggled to articulate such a lengthy speech. After a few seconds of organizing his words, he gracefully gave up. Duan Ke hummed several times, indicating that he really loved drinking blood and hoped Qin Huai would feed him.

Qinhuai:.

Pretty good.

The death of his parents and the pressure from his superiors had left Qin Huai numb. It was rare for him to be provoked by this little creature. This little emotional fluctuation made Qin Huai feel for the first time in a long time that he might still be half alive.

So he carried Duan Ke and walked into the villa in the center of the garden.

The very young boy took a few tissues, wiped the soft ball clean, placed it on the exquisite and intricate sofa, and patted it gently.

Duan Keqiu looked around. There seemed to be a lot of surveillance cameras in the room, but they were all covered with black cloth. The cameras were all facing this side, which looked very eerie.

His gaze returned to the young man. Qin Huai picked up the fruit knife on the table and, expressionlessly, cut his arm. Blood, accompanied by a rich aroma, gushed out instantly.

The softness of Qin Huai's face hadn't fully developed, and his clothing style, based on his mother's aesthetic, looked childish. But his face already had the same maturity as his father's, without a trace of childishness.

He held Duan Ke in one hand and placed it on his wound, "Eat it."

Duan Keqiu immediately started licking it and even purred with pleasure.

The boy held the ball steady, watching it gradually swell. He ate it too hastily, choking a few times. Qin Huai had no choice but to lift him up, apply the manual brake, and somewhat stiffly coax him to eat more slowly.

Duan Keqiu was full, so he rolled around on the sofa a few times, feeling drowsy with his tail raised.

Qin Huai picked him up without mercy, ignoring Duan Ke's protest of "I want to sleep", put him on the windowsill, and slapped Duan Ke's butt.

"Go away." Qin Huai said.

Duan Ke: “It hurts!”

He looked back at the boy with dissatisfaction, showing his little fangs to show his displeasure, but Qin Huai just turned and walked away.

Duan Ke lay on the windowsill in a daze, feeling empty inside.

Two seconds later, Qin Huai suddenly returned. Duan Ke stretched out his arms to hug her, but Qin Huai ignored her, hid the ball in the flowerpot on the windowsill, and whispered, "Don't come out."

Duan Ke had no idea what he was up to, but he still obediently said "oh" and covered himself with two leaves.

He curled up in the flowerpot, with only his small eyes protruding from the edge, looking at the door vigilantly.

The door was pushed open, and several humans in uniform appeared at the door. Duan Ke knew them. He had been chased by these people in the past few days, but he flew very fast, so he was not caught.

The leading officer looked at Qin Huai's bloody hands, frowned, and tried to enter the room. Qin Huai stopped him. Duan Keqiu felt the man's gaze moving in his direction and quickly curled up.

He carefully held his tail with his paws to prevent it from sticking out of the flowerpot disobediently.

The sound of conversation outside the door came vaguely.

"How did you get your wound?"

"You must leave by tomorrow at the latest... Your parents also want you to do this."

"Please don't slander your superiors. Your parents' sacrifice is sacred... I've explained this many times. This wasn't an intentional arrangement. No one expected this to happen before we set out."

Compared to the leader's words, Qin Huai's answers were very brief, as if he was too lazy to say even a word.

His voice still had a hint of childishness, but his tone was overly mature. Duan Ke, who was in the flowerpot, could only hear his voice, but could inexplicably imagine Qin Huai's serious expression.

This person is so fierce.

Duan Keqiu had seen many ferocious humans, but he inexplicably felt that the person feeding him was the least annoying one. He lowered his head and touched his bulging belly, sincerely thinking that this person tasted delicious and he hadn't eaten enough.

I want him to be my owner! Duan Ke thought with confidence.

"I understand. I'll be there in a few days." Qin Huai said, "Please leave."

The officer said, "Don't block the surveillance. Your home could be visited by vengeful monsters at any moment, and the superiors are here to ensure your safety... Hey!!"

Before he could finish his words, the door closed.

Duan Keqiu had excellent hearing and could clearly hear sounds from far away. It seemed the other party had been frozen for a long time before leaving, as the footsteps didn't come immediately. They also exchanged a few words in a low voice.

Although Duan Ke has not yet learned this part of the language, he feels that it may not be very pleasant to hear, so he silently reminds himself not to learn it.

Qin Huai's footsteps also sounded, and were getting farther and farther away.

After a few minutes, Duan Keqiu carefully pushed aside the green leaves and peeked out of the flowerpot. He looked around confusedly and found that the man had just gone upstairs and had even forgotten to take him out of the flowerpot.

Duan Keqiu was pulling the leaves from the flowerpot in confusion. He had pulled all the leaves, but the man didn't come over.

The ball was a little angry and flew out of the flowerpot. He saw the things that the soldiers had just moved in and placed in the hall, but Qin Huai seemed to have ignored them completely.

He had seen these things before, and they were edible for humans.

The soldiers who had been trying to capture him in the past few days would squat on the ground and drink this. They called it nutrient solution.

Duan Keqiu flew up the stairs panting, holding the nutrient solution that was bigger than him.

When he reached Qin Huai's room, he found that the boy had closed his eyes and didn't seem to care at all that there was a monster downstairs.

This person even has a very proper sleeping posture.

Duan Ke climbed onto his bed and exclaimed in surprise. She was bewitched by the incredibly soft sheets. She rolled around in great enjoyment, and then rolled into Qin Huai's arms and rubbed against them.

Qin Huai had no intention of intervening, but when Duan Ke tried to get under his collar, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he took the ball out, tied it up with a quilt, and wrapped it like a crepe wrapper.

Duan Ke just accepted it and enjoyed the soft bed.

After enjoying it, Duan Ke broke free from the quilt and jumped on Qin Huai's belly.

He confirmed that the man was very hungry and had not eaten for at least three days.

No wonder his blood tasted bitter! He must have been too hungry to feed himself!

Incompetent! Needs training!

Duan Keqiu snorted, unscrewed the lid, and tried to shove the nutrient solution into Qin Huai's mouth.

Qin Huai stared at the bruise under his eyes, sighed helplessly, and opened his eyes, pushing it away.

"Stop making trouble." It wasn't a harsh tone, but a conciliatory one.

Duan Ke retorted again, and Qin Huai refused again.

This time, he directly took the nutrient solution from Duan Ke's hand, screwed on the lid, and placed it on the bedside table beside him.

This person is a very picky eater!

Duan Keqiu was tired and rested on the bed panting, completely forgetting that he was also a complete little picky eater.

He thought about it for a moment, and his eyes lit up again, and he flew downstairs with a whoosh.

...What exactly is this thing supposed to do?

Qin Huai was now half dead, too exhausted to care about anything. He frowned and lay back on the pillow, as if he couldn't wait to fall into a deep sleep.

The seven or eight-year-old child was not sleepy at all and opened his eyes hesitantly.

He stared at the ceiling emotionlessly, feeling as if the strength in his limbs had been drained, his vision blurry.

Even when he first learned of his parents' death, he had no thoughts. But now, he seemed to feel a little bit dull.

The fruit knife that he brought with him unconsciously was placed on the bedside. Qin Huai turned his head and looked at it quietly.

Not long after, a loud "boom!" was heard from downstairs.

Qin Huai didn't have time to look at the knife. He sat up suddenly, his hair messed up from the hasty movement, and he looked a little embarrassed. He moved his nose slightly and smelled a distinct, burnt smell.

...What is that thing doing?

Qin Huai felt that he was indeed confused. He didn't even save a monster. He was probably going to destroy the house now. He was here for revenge.

Qin Huai was filled with remorse. This house was the last thing left by his parents, and now he was going to destroy it.

Qin Huai walked downstairs with a gloomy face.

The burning smell came from the kitchen, accompanied by a thick black smoke.

Qin Huai walked in and heard a soft, rapid cough. Looking at the pot with the bottom burnt through, Qin Huai's expression went blank for a moment. He immediately picked up the black pancake lying on the ground and quickly rinsed it under the water.

Duan Ke itself is black, and the water has also turned black, as if it has lost its color.

After being cleaned, Duan Ke collapsed on Qin Huai's palm and rubbed it unconsciously twice. Qin Huai turned him over and over, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was not burned.

"I was cooking." Duan Ke gestured twice, "The pot exploded."

Duan Ke's pronunciation was forced, as if he was trying very hard to imitate. Qin Huai paused and asked him, "How old are you?"

Duan Ke didn't understand and tilted his head.

Qin Huai then changed the words so that the monster could understand, "How many days have you been born? Do you remember?"

Duan Ke counted twice on his fingers, holding up both hands seriously. Qin Huai counted them: eight fingers.

...still a baby.

Eight days ago, the war happened.

Qin Huai simply couldn't understand how this little thing, born in such a terrible place, managed to become so timid and weak.

No wonder he is so stupid at such a young age, and no wonder he has no bad intentions at all.

He was speechless, yet secretly alive. The emotion he hadn't felt for so long began to spread again, from his chest to his limbs.

Qin Huai thought for a moment and walked out of the kitchen. He picked up a bottle of nutrient solution and drank it.

His limbs, which had been somewhat out of control due to hunger, regained some feeling and he was no longer so weak.

Qin Huai tightened the bottle cap and asked casually, "Do you want scrambled eggs?"

Burnt eggshells were scattered on the ground. Duan Keqiu nodded frantically, "Eggs are delicious."

Qin Huai sighed, turned and walked into the kitchen.

He couldn't understand why this person who was planning to end his life suddenly started cooking. Did he find an ancestor?

"Do you like eggs?" Duan Ke asked suddenly.

Qin Huai was actually indifferent, but he nodded anyway. He asked Duan Ke what was wrong.

Duan Ke said, "You're the one who wants to eat it. So I want you to like it."

Qin Huai paused. He pointed at himself and said in a muffled voice, "You want to cook for me?"

Duan Ke wagged his tail and nodded.

Qin Huai didn't speak for a long time, but Duan Ke could smell his increasingly fragrant scent and swallowed hard.

Qin Huai smiled and reached out to him. Duan Ke suddenly closed his eyes, but felt a light poke on his forehead.

"Be obedient." Qin Huai gently tapped Duan Ke's head, coaxing him, "Be good, understand?"

Duan Ke nodded. He was the most obedient. After all, succubi had no offensive power and were born to be raised by humans.

So the ball lay on the boy's shoulder, acting as a soft pendant, and got the first oozy fried egg in Mo Sheng's life.

Duan Ke was very happy. He thought he had finally found a supporter in Mo Sheng and was ready to enjoy being fed by him for the rest of his life. He felt at ease occupying the boy's pillow for two days.

But two days later, his new owner was forced into hiding by the soldiers, knocked unconscious and taken away.