Knock knock knock...
Tang Song stood nervously in front of the door and politely knocked.
After knocking, he immediately put his hand down, straightened his clothes, and stared solemnly at the door, ready for anything.
Zhu Hao gave him a strange look but said nothing.
After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door, so Tang Song raised his hand to knock on the door again.
Before my hand could even fall, I was pushed aside by Zhu Hao.
A string of bells rang, and Tang Song glanced at the fancy keys in Zhu Hao's hand, his expression turning sour for a moment.
【Ah... how could I be so stupid? This is the cub's home too... the home where she grew up, how could I not have a key? Doesn't this make my knocking seem really silly?】
【Ahhhhhh! Why didn't the cub warn me?! Ahhhhhh, this is so embarrassing!!!】
Zhu Hao, head bowed, turned the key while laughing so hard his shoulders trembled.
After opening the door, Zhu Hao skillfully put down her bag and changed her shoes, and thoughtfully took out a new pair of slippers and placed them in front of Tang Song.
Tang Song's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he licked his lips, revealing a rare hint of timidity.
[No! How did I get in like that?!?? Ah!! Ah! Oh no! Oh no! Use your brain, you blockhead!! Why are you frozen?! Move your limbs! Why are you like a pole stuck in the ground?! Ah!! Help!!]
Zhu Hao raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Song with a hint of amusement.
Throughout the journey, Tang Song laid bare her inner tension.
The howling of wolves kept her from getting any sleep.
I really don't know why Tang Song has so much energy to keep howling for hours. Now she has finally stopped howling, but she has turned into a broken record again.
What to do? What to do? Move now! Move now!!
Zhu Hao approached him, gently tugged at his sleeve, and pulled him inside as if to comfort him.
[Hoo hoo hoo~ Don't be nervous! Don't be nervous! It's okay! It's okay! He's just my savior and my cub's family! What's there to be afraid of! Stand up straight! We haven't even seen him yet! How can you be so nervous!? I'm the wolf king!! Waaah... I'm the wolf king...]
The voice in my heart grew weaker and weaker, and even tinged with a hint of grievance.
【No, no...it seems like no one's home? What are you afraid of! Be brave!】
Zhu Hao couldn't hold it in any longer. She quickly let go of Tang Song's clothes, braced herself against the entryway cabinet with one hand, buried her head in her chest, and her shoulders trembled.
[Hmm? What's wrong with the cub?! Is it feeling unwell?]
Tang Song quickly went around to Zhu Hao, just in time to see what was wrong with her.
Zhu Hao suddenly straightened up, her bangs lifting up and falling back down, scattering on both sides to reveal her smooth forehead.
Her fair face turned bright red as she suppressed a laugh, and her clear eyes shimmered with a watery light, making the wolf's heart tremble.
Tang Song's jaw tightened, he swallowed hard, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked awkwardly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhu Hao forcefully suppressed the upward curve of his lips and shook his head slightly.
Then she quickly walked past Tang Song and into the room, afraid that if she slowed down, she would burst out laughing again.
Startled, Tang Song was no longer as nervous as before. In addition, he had confirmed that no one was in the room, so he was much more at ease than before. He quickly glanced around the room.
The old house has design flaws; it doesn't get much natural light, even in the afternoon when the sun is at its strongest.
The indoor smell wasn't the rotten odor I had imagined; instead, it had a faint gardenia scent that wasn't strong and wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable.
With a click, Zhu Hao turned on the living room light and then took a handkerchief from the cabinet.
Tang Song stood still, staring intently into the room.
The dim yellow light illuminated the room, making everything clearly visible.
There was an old wooden coffee table with four low stools next to it. There was no television or any other decorations. In the corner stood a stack of straw mats with a pillow on top of them.
That's all...
These few items take up almost half of the living room.
Tang Song's eyes froze, and his brows furrowed instantly.
【Huh?! This is my first time visiting the foster parents' home. So this is where the baby grew up? The house is so small, it's hard to even turn around, sob sob... My heart aches for my baby! Aww~~ I'll go back and knock down the wall between the baby's bedroom and the room next to it to make her bedroom bigger!】
Zhu Hao tightened her grip on the handkerchief, her heart trembled, she lowered her eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips. She felt a warm feeling all over her body.
She bent down and wiped one of the stools, intending to let Tang Song sit down for a while. She then sent a message to her adoptive parents to let them know she had arrived home.
As soon as she stood up, she caught a glimpse of Tang Song's impeccably tailored suit, which was without a single wrinkle, and her heart skipped a beat.
She looked down at the handkerchief with a hole in it and the blackened mahogany stool in her hand.
The handkerchief was used by her younger brother to wash his face, and the coffee table and stool were bought by her adoptive parents from a second-hand market.
Although it was clean, it was filthy, at least in Tang Song's eyes.
Zhu Hao paused, put down the stool in her hand, stood up, and was about to tell Tang Song that there was no place to sit at home.
A gust of wind blew past, lifting a strand of hair from her side. After a moment of blurred vision, Tang Song was already sitting in front of her.
Right on that mahogany stool she had just wiped.
“Dirty…” Zhu Hao stammered, the handkerchief in her hand falling to the ground.
Tang Song looked up at her, a hint of gentleness flashing across his cold, stern eyes. "It's not dirty. Didn't you already wipe it off?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Song bent down and picked up the handkerchief she had dropped on the ground. His long, beautiful fingers hooked around the hole in the handkerchief and gently shook it, as if to indicate that it wasn't dirty.
[What's so dirty about it? It's just a bit small. We wolves have to go into the mountains to build up our strength from a young age. We have to learn to jump and climb, and there are no safety measures at all. It's common for us to fall into mud pits, and if we're unlucky, we might even fall into animal droppings...]
Zhu Hao's eyes twitched; she was genuinely curious... had Tang Song ever fallen into poop...?
But she didn't dare ask; it would be too presumptuous.
[But I've never fallen in. Only the wolf cubs in the pack who don't pay attention in class would fall in!]
Zhu Hao lowered her eyes, staring at his serious and tense expression, and really doubted whether Tang Song's true feelings were genuine.
People tend to embellish their actions when writing in their diaries. Could the wolf's inner voice do the same?
Wishing you well, the image of Tang Song falling into poop as a child involuntarily popped into my mind.
Um……
Let's not even think about it, the image is a bit too beautiful!
Zhu Hao's newly emerging sense of inferiority was immediately interrupted by Tang Song, who even seemed to feel more relaxed than before.
She glanced at the handkerchief in Tang Song's hand and was about to reach out and take it.
Tang Song flicked her wrist to dodge, "I'm going to wash up. Where's the bathroom?"
Zhu Hao pursed his lips, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Tang Song's obviously excited tail. He paused, then raised his hand and pointed to the left.
Tang Song immediately got up and walked to the bathroom, where he soon heard the sound of running water.
Zhu Hao lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the low stool where Tang Song had just sat. Two black tail hairs remained on it, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
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