Chapter 146 Hatching Eggs 3 (Feng Jihan's Perspective)

Feng Jihan never expected that the human who had gone out for something would suddenly come back and break his human form.

What's even more embarrassing is that when the human walked in, he was hugging the other person's pillow. When he sniffed carefully, the remaining smell on it looked absolutely perverted and authentic.

Sure enough, he watched as a look of astonishment crossed the human's face.

"Who are you?!"

People were extremely wary of the perverted stranger who suddenly appeared in their home. Feng Jihan stood up and was about to explain when he saw him take a step back and turn around to run out the door.

Feng Jihan didn't think twice and chased after him. He hooked his strong arms around the human's waist, dragged him back easily, and closed the door.

The human struggled in his arms, and Feng Jihan had to control his wrists from behind to calm him down.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing that he couldn't get out of his palm, the human gave up, frowned, and said coldly, "If you want money, I can give it to you."

"I'm not a bad person," Feng Jihan slowed down his voice and used the softest tone to comfort the frightened human, fearing that he would scare this cute little thing again: "Don't be afraid."

The human was quiet for a moment, then whispered, "Let me go first."

Feng Jihan reluctantly let go of his hand, and before completely moving his fingers away, he subconsciously rubbed it with his fingertips, a little nostalgic for the warm, cool and delicate touch.

However, the next second, the seemingly docile person in front of him suddenly attacked, and a fierce palm wind came towards him. Feng Jihan dodged sideways and exchanged a few moves with the human, but did not dare to make a real move, for fear of hurting him. They fought with each other and unknowingly fell on the bed.

Feng Jihan clasped the human's wrists above his head and stared down at the human's panting face. Those eyes, like molten gold in the scorching sun, glared at him angrily, tinged with resentment, making the expression even more vivid. The long black hair was scattered on the bedding like ink. He had obviously not done anything yet, but seeing this scene, he felt inexplicably dry mouth.

Perhaps because his eyes revealed something too straightforward, the human seemed to become a little nervous, pursed his lips and turned his face away, avoiding his sight, and asked dryly: "What do you want to do?"

This posture can easily give people the illusion that no matter what bad things others do to him, he cannot resist.

Feng Jihan didn't think too much about it. Seeing that humans were so afraid of him, he was actually very heartbroken. He just wanted to quickly explain this misunderstanding so that humans would let down their guard and smile at him again.

So he hurriedly defended himself, saying, "I am your little bird, and I have become a human!"

"The human turned his face away, expressionless, with an expression in his eyes that said, 'Do you think I'm easy to fool?'

"real!"

To prove himself, Feng Jihan transformed into a bird in front of the human, then changed back to human form, sat on the human, and asked earnestly: "Do you believe it now?"

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Humanity fell silent again.

It is very normal to be unable to accept his true identity for a while. After all, not every human being can be as lucky as this little thing to pick up a magical egg easily.

Feng Jihan waited patiently for humans to fully accept reality.

After a while, the human finally recovered, but he looked at him strangely: "So you are a bird demon?"

"No, how could I be a demon?" Feng Jihan corrected the human's misconception of him. With determination, he solemnly told the human the truth: "On the contrary, I am a god."

Upon hearing this, the human didn't react much. Instead, his eyes were filled with suspicion: "What kind of god would hatch from an egg? Besides, I picked you up from the garbage dump. How could you be a god?"

Feng Jihan's expression instantly froze.

What, he is a pile of garbage that humans picked up from the garbage dump?!

How, how is this possible!

Seeing him stunned, the human kindly reached out and patted his arm soothingly, saying gently, "You're a monster, so be it. I won't discriminate against you. Get up quickly, I'll go mix you some bird food."

Feng Jihan didn't have time to explain and was accidentally pushed away by the human.

He hesitated to speak and followed the human all the way to the kitchen, where he saw him open the nut jar and scoop a spoonful of almonds into the bowl.

It seems like I really accepted the setting that he is a bird demon.

Feng Jihan vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

His memories before hatching were very vague. Feng Jihan couldn't remember where he was picked up by humans. He only remembered that humans would kiss the eggshell every day, making him vaguely feel the taste of being loved before he even hatched.

After breaking out of the shell, Feng Jihan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the human being guarding him.

It's small, looks beautiful and fragile.

Maybe it was because of the daily contact before hatching, but Feng Jihan felt that the smell of this human was very familiar. He sniffed the scent of the human's fingertips, all the way up, and stopped at the plump and crimson lips.

A thought suddenly occupied his entire mind: this human being should be his bride.

So he lowered his head and greedily absorbed the sweeter taste from the human's mouth.

But after waking up, Feng Jihan realized the inappropriateness of doing so.

In his subconscious, humans are very fragile creatures who will be frightened by things beyond their common sense. If he transforms directly from a bird egg into a god, it may scare fragile humans. It is better to take it slow and wait until humans adapt to his bird-like body before slowly revealing the truth.

However, his original plan was completely disrupted by the sudden return of humans.

But fortunately, the human heart is much stronger than that of other humans. They accepted his identity so easily. Although there were some misunderstandings, this reaction was much better than Feng Jihan expected.

At least he is still willing to mix bird food for me, Feng Jihan thought with infinite relief.

"Eat it, chicken."

The human placed the glass bowl in front of Feng Jihan and looked at him with his arms folded.

Feng Jihan's hand stiffened as he took the bowl: "What did you call me?"

"Little Chicken," the human said calmly, "Do you like this nickname? I think it suits you very well."

"I'm obviously a bird," Feng Jihan squeezed the edge of the bowl and said indifferently, "Why do you call me a chicken?"

"I picked you up, so I am your master. Do I need a reason to name you?" The human said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Feng Jihan: “?”

I treat him as my wife, but he treats himself as his master?

Feng Jihan gritted his teeth and said, "Then what is my name?"

"Free-range chicken."

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This is intolerable!

Feng Jihan was about to argue for his name when the human suddenly asked, "What were you doing hugging my pillow just now?"

Feng Jihan's eyes flashed, and he looked away with a guilty look: "I'll help you sort it out."

"Oh, it turns out to be a virtuous little bird." The human seemed to have no doubts and looked at him with a smile.

The smile that appeared on such a beautiful face seemed to suddenly have a very strong temptation. Feng Jihan was dazzled and couldn't think of anything else.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself holding the bowl and following his human into the study like a pet automatically following him.

The human ignored his actions, opened his notebook, and started his daily work again.

Feng Jihan had seen the human name Cen Xun in the signatures of various plans' approvals. It sounded familiar. Perhaps this was their destined fate.

The human lived alone in this big villa and didn't like to go out. There were very few guests here. At least since he hatched, Feng Jihan had never seen anyone else here.

Strange human beings.

After Feng Jihan finished the bowl of mixed nuts, he turned into a bird, flew to Cen Xun's shoulder, and cuddled up to him affectionately.

Human beings’ long black hair is also a part that the bird god particularly likes. When he fell on the bed just now, the originally smooth long hair was a little messy, and the bird god considerately used his beak to help his (recognized) partner comb the "feathers".

After work, humans always look extremely tired, casually slumping on the sofa and lazily waving: "Chicken, come here."

Feng Jihan flew to the back of his hand and looked at him with a faint gaze.

Cen Xun took out his phone and played a clip of the Xuanfeng national anthem "Ji Gu Ji" for him to listen to. Then he asked him, "Can you sing this? Sing a clip for me."

Feng Jihan immediately flew into a rage. Who did this human think he was? He was a god, not a street singer!

And what was he asking her to sing? The Xuanfeng national anthem? Who was he insulting?!

However, this human seemed to know how to manipulate him. Seeing him become puffy in anger, he immediately softened his tone: "Great little bird god, I really want to hear this song."

Feng Jihan: ""

When nothing happens, it's a walking chicken; when something happens, it's a bird god.

Feng Jihan really sees through this human being.

At times like this, Feng Jihan hated himself for not being strong-willed. Cen Xun only needed to ask him for something, and Feng Jihan couldn't help but want to fulfill his wish.

It's just a song. Don't birds use their feathers and songs to woo mates?

Feng Jihan learned a paragraph on the spot and immediately received praise from the human. Feng Jihan waited and waited, but when he didn't get any follow-up, he couldn't help but move his head closer and reminded him: "Kiss."

Humans used to kiss him all the time, so there was no reason why they wouldn't kiss him after hearing his performance.

I must have forgotten.

Cen Xun tilted his head and said with a smile, "No."

"Why!" The bird was so surprised that its feathers drooped.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present." Cen Xun said honestly while playing with his phone, "Now that you can transform into a human form, how can I kiss you casually again?"

Feng Jihan: ""

Feng Jihan never expected that exposing his identity in advance would have such a hidden danger. He walked back and forth anxiously on Cen Xun's arm and asked him, "What do you have to do to kiss me?"

Hearing this, Cen Xun lowered her eyelashes, as if lost in some memories, and the smile on her face faded a lot: "Before you, I only kissed my husband."

Boom! Feng Jihan was stunned for a moment, as if struck by thunder.

Husband!? This human actually has a husband?

Feng Jihan's first thought was to deny it. For so many days, no other person had appeared in this villa, let alone the so-called "husband" in human terms.

However, rationality aside, the moment I heard the news, the uncontrollable jealousy still burned in my heart.

"Who is he and where is he now?"

Feng Jihan suddenly had an extremely dark thought in his mind. No matter who that person was, he would kill him.

But the next second, he heard Cen Xun's complicated voice: "He's dead."

Dead? Feng Jihan was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of ecstasy arose in his heart.

Haha, good thing you died!

He happily accepted the beautiful wife left behind by that dead man!

Feng Jihan changed back into human form and tentatively took hold of Cen Xun's hand: "I can take care of you in his place."

"You can't replace him." Cen Xun pulled his hand back from him, his attitude suddenly became cold, he said this indifferently, stood up and left.

Feng Jihan was of course unwilling to accept this. How could a living person be inferior to a dead person? As long as he stayed by Cen Xun's side, he wouldn't be able to warm his heart!

From that day on, Cen Xun began to avoid Feng Jihan. Not only did he not let him enter his bedroom at night, he even locked Feng Jihan outside the study when he was working.

Not only did she not tease him, she didn't even smile at him.

Feng Jihan was so hooked that he could only sneak into the human's room at night to kiss him as a consolation. During the day, he would find every opportunity to stay by his side, asking for whatever he wanted and showing his affection. He even learned to sing many songs from the Xuanfeng song list to make him happy.

Under this enthusiastic offensive, Cen Xun's attitude finally softened and he was willing to eat the small cake he made.

Perhaps the scene brought back memories for Feng Jihan, who learned more about her husband from Cen Xun.

"I actually don't like cake." Cen Xun lowered his eyes and looked at the cake on the plate, his tone calm, "I often have a nightmare. I dream that he disappeared, and I was guarding the cake he left behind, and then over the long years, I rotted along with the cake."

"Then he really disappeared. The nightmare kept repeating. I didn't know if he would come back."

Feng Jihan was heartbroken and cursed Cen Xun's dead husband thousands of times in her heart. She reached out to grab the spoon from Cen Xun's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know not to eat this."

However, Cen Xun dodged his outstretched hand and ate the cake bite by bite.

That night, Feng Jihan was waiting by the bed in advance. Cen Xun had eaten the cake during the day and had the nightmare again at night.

Feng Jihan woke him up, carried him downstairs, boiled a bowl of sweet water, and fed him one spoonful at a time.

The beautiful human was wrapped in a blanket. Under the dim light, his cold white profile was shrouded in a halo, making him look like a fragile and breakable object.

Feng Jihan put down the bowl and saw him looking up at him. His amber eyes seemed to be filled with him, and his heart couldn't help but move.

He supported himself on Cen Xun's sides with his hands, tentatively, and slowly approached Cen Xun, pressing his lips against his warm lips.

Cen Xun seemed to be suddenly awakened and stepped back. Feng Jihan subconsciously chased after him, put his fingers on the back of his head, and deepened the kiss.

Feng Jihan tasted a hint of sweetness, but he couldn't tell whether the sweetness came from the sweet water that Cen Xun drank or from Cen Xun himself. He just subconsciously wanted to absorb more.

Cen Xun's breathing became rapid, and the blanket on his body fell apart. He reached out to push Feng Jihan's chest, but Feng Jihan grabbed his hands.

"Forget about him." Feng Jihan whispered in Cen Xun's ear: "Let me take care of you from now on, okay?"

"I am your little bird god, and I will never leave you."

Cen Xun seemed to be touched by these words, and his rejection stopped for a moment. Feng Jihan keenly realized that Cen Xun's will was wavering, and his actions immediately became more excessive.

The buttons of her pajamas had all come undone at some point, and Feng Jihan buried his head in front of Cen Xun, his lips and tongue lingering freely on her.

Cen Xun clenched his silver hair with his ten fingers, his eyes flushed, and he gasped as if it was difficult to bear: "No, don't do this"

It has come to this point, of course Feng Jihan would not stop. The more he begged, the more unwilling Feng Jihan was to let him go easily.

The pajamas were pulled down to the elbows, and a floor lamp with a soft halo illuminated the sofa area. The orange light shone on the fair skin, just like some kind of fine white jade.

A hand climbed onto the back of the sofa, and the finger bones suddenly tightened, as if someone was trying hard to escape, but soon, the hand was quickly grasped by another larger hand, which broke off the fingers one by one and caught them back.

He is mine.

Feng Jihan thought with satisfaction that sooner or later he would completely forget that dead husband and only remember me.

The author has something to say:

Teacher Cen: It’s a micro-performance, I performed 99% of it.

Catching the birdie is as easy as pie, haha.

There is still a pseudo-stand-in stalk that has not been brought up, hehe