Chapter 11
As the patriarch of the family and the captain of this starship, Finks's living room occupies an entire deck.
Of course, no dragon had any objection to this.
They didn't want to be killed by the broken bricks caused by the boss's sudden burst of mental power while they were lying on the bed playing games, so they would rather squeeze into a room with others due to lack of space in the cabin.
Fenske took the little guy back to his room, threw him on the bed, and set the water temperature and lighting in the bathroom in advance.
The house where Li Jue and his father live is not big. He doesn’t even have his own separate children’s room and can only sleep in the same bedroom with his father; but this makes the little cub very happy.
Later, his father disappeared and he was taken in by the Shen family. In fact, he had also caught a glimpse of other people's large and luxurious houses, but unfortunately, those did not belong to him. He only had a small space in the dusty storage room.
Therefore, Zaizai had never seen such a big bed before!
Especially since he was now a kitten, much smaller than a human cub, Finks's bed, which was twice the size of a king, was like an amusement park to him.
A soft quilt and a mattress that bounces back when you press it hard with your paw – that’s a trampoline!
Although dad is not very well off, he still often takes the baby to various places to play.
For every dollar I earn, at least fifty cents is spent on my kids.
The kitten also discovered a new game: as long as he pressed down one side of the quilt, the other side would immediately bulge up.
Just like if there is any escaping prey, the kitten can't let it go!
He tossed and turned on the bed, playing with himself and having a lot of fun.
Finks took the bathrobe and saw that the little guy couldn't make any trouble, so he left him and went into the bathroom.
Every time he came out of the confinement room, he would take a good bath to wash away the fatigue. Yes, destruction is a very tiring job. So is being a leader and a boss.
This was his ship, filled with his trusted men and family, and in the room was a completely non-threatening, soft little creature.
Oh, and the best part is, I don’t have to work for two days.
Finks relaxed himself into the bathtub, closed his eyes, and was surrounded by the light herbal aroma of bath oil.
……wrong.
It shouldn't taste like this.
Finks opened his eyes and thought of another.
Sweet, like milk, with a hint of pear blossom fragrance.
At this moment, what he longed for and needed more should be that kind of taste.
That is...
The smell of that little furball.
The effect would be better if he took a bath with the scent of pear blossom milk.
The Tyrant Golden Dragon always wants to get what he wants immediately.
He stood up, and the water droplets rolled down his strong and beautiful muscles, and were instantly absorbed when they dripped onto the lava algae floor.
As I walked out of the bathroom, water was dripping from my body, but there was no trace of water on the floor.
Finks remembered something before leaving the bathroom, so he pulled a scarf around his waist and walked straight to the big bed, towards the little fur ball on the bed, lying on its belly and wagging its tail in a daze.
Li Jue looked at the adults with upturned faces from the opposite perspective: "Mee!"
Brother, it smells good!
Finks raised an eyebrow.
He unexpectedly understood the little guy's delicate "Mi", and was even more surprised that the latter would choose such a name for him.
elder brother.
He actually called himself brother.
Once upon a time, Finks was indeed a brother.
He was the first dragon egg to hatch from the same nest.
Then he ate all the other dragon eggs.
There is no way. The newly hatched dragons are very hungry, and the eggshells are their essential nutrients.
He never thought that when he took a bite, he accidentally bit his sleeping brother or sister, and accidentally ate them all.
Golden dragons are much rarer and more powerful than other dragons. Except for watching his mother being killed by humans when he was young, Finks's dragon life was smooth sailing and he never encountered any rivals.
The dragons bowed to him and called him boss or leader.
Humans call him "Golden Ghost Bird" or "Tyrant Phinks".
In short, no creature would call him "brother".
He would never admit that he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart when he heard the cub's soft, baby voice calling him like that.
Finks saw in the mirror that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which was too inconsistent with his majestic image, and he immediately frowned.
He picked up the little ball of fur and said, "Put it to good use."
The kitten was lying lazily and comfortably, but was suddenly taken away. It wagged its tail in dissatisfaction.
But the dissatisfaction is still to come.
The bathroom was filled with white steam, and the water temperature in the bathtub was still hot enough to burn the skin red. For dragons, this was only barely warm. Unfortunately, if it was any hotter, the fragile human skin would be burned.
Finks had no intention of washing the cub together; his patience and love were not yet at that level.
However, the kitten couldn't stand just putting it aside, especially in an open space that he had confirmed was dry.
The cub's fur all stood on end and he was terrified - oh my god, what is this!
It's water!
So much water, wow!
When he was still a human cub, taking a bath with his father was one of the warm moments that Li Jue looked forward to most every day. But after becoming a cat, instinct overcame beautiful memories. For a kitten, what is the difference between getting wet and being tortured!
Finks was surprised by the cub's strong reaction. You know, the little guy would be unhappy before, but at those times, just a few words of comfort and a pinch on the back of the neck would calm the cub down.
Now he used the same method, but there was no improvement.
Especially when he came to grab the kitten after his hands were wet, the kitten not only retreated and arched its body to avoid the cat, but also breathed on him instinctively.
Unfortunately, the only instinct it had learned was to breathe out, but it had never been taught to scratch people with its claws or bite people with its teeth.
Super fierce.
But he can do nothing but be vicious.
The cub is not a bad little beast, the cub is just a bloated cheese mochi.
The little guy was about to explode into a dandelion. Finks was worried that he would really scare him into having problems, so he raised his hands in surrender: "I won't touch you. I won't boil the water either, okay?"
The kitten was very cautious and would not easily trust non-human bipeds. He half-believed and half-doubted: "Meow?"
Really?
"Really. Look, I'm going to drain the water now."
Finks never thought that he would go to such lengths to coax his baby: giving up his most enjoyable bathing time.
He emptied the water from the bathtub and turned on the light wave bath mode. The originally humid bathroom quickly became dry.
The cub slowly relaxed when he felt his hair, which had been made sticky by moisture, become fluffy again and those horrible water stains disappeared.
Finks squatted down and spread out his palms: "I didn't lie to you, did I?"
"Meow."
The kitten prepared himself mentally before taking slow steps and rubbing the biped's palm with his nose.
Okay, I'll just believe you reluctantly!
Finks switched to simulated natural mode, lying on the lounge chair and putting on sunglasses.
Although the light wave bath is not as leisurely as the water bath, it is still pretty good.
Li Jue turned his ears, shook his fur, and then jumped lightly onto the armrest of the recliner.
Such a happy thing as basking in the sun can’t be done without bringing the kitten along!
The little golden ball of fur is nestled next to Finks, and its fluffy texture makes people want to rub it a few times.
Then the cub jumped directly onto him and lay down, like a freshly baked milk-flavored pancake.
"Excuse me, why didn't you act the way you did just now?"
Li Jue is a very well-educated child who was raised by his father. He always uses "please" before asking questions.
Just now?
Finks thought about it and thought that he was referring to the dragon shape in the confinement room.
“It’s too much trouble.”
He replied.
The space on the starship is limited. If every dragon uses its original form, it might be so crowded that it can't even open its wings.
Although the human form is fragile, it is very flexible.
The kitten purred, "But, that's very majestic."
"oh."
"And, it looks a lot like Zizi!"
“…”
"I don't know where my dad is."
"……oh."
"Have you met my father?"
"No."
"Am I really not your cub?"
"You really aren't."
"But, but, we are all golden."
"…We are not the same species."
The kitten didn't remember that this conversation had already happened before, so he took the initiative to put his fur against the long hair of the two-legged beast. "I'm not kidding, it really is golden!"
Finks: “…”
Finks: "I warn you, don't act recklessly. Otherwise..."
He was stuck.
The great Golden Dragon King Phinx, his threat was blocked.
otherwise--
What else can I do? Eat him?
If the sesame seeds were bigger, they would slide through the gaps between the teeth!
The little guy opened his bright round eyes, waiting for the second half of his sentence, looking fearless.
Finks suddenly had an idea.
He spoke confidently and slowly, "Otherwise, I'll take you to a bath. Um, the kind with water."
The kitten lowered its ears and immediately shut up.
Finks raised the corner of his mouth.
The little fur ball is really cute when he pretends to be good.
...No, maybe he laughs a little too often.
This goes against his image as a brutal and tough villain, and he can't go on like this.
Finks frowned coldly, ended the light wave bath coldly, returned to the bedroom with the baby in his arms coldly, and changed into his pajamas coldly.
This nightgown was crimson purple, made of the same velvet material as the curtains he had casually drawn earlier, which was also his favorite. It made him feel comfortable and noble.
Not only is it purple velvet, but it also has a deep V-neck.
Lin Wang once hinted: "Boss, do you think this style is too..."
A little too showy.
Lin Wang didn't have the courage to say those two words after all, so he changed to a much milder one: "Too retro."
Finks heard the meaning of "outdated" in the word "retro" and looked at himself with a frown.
He didn't really trust Lin Wang's aesthetic taste, so he had to listen to Lida on this matter. "Is it very outdated?"
The girl smiled sweetly: "Of course not. Boss, this color really suits you. It's very noble."
Finks nodded, satisfied.
And decided to deprive Lin Wang of the right to make suggestions on clothing from now on.
At this moment, he leaned against the headboard and asked the kitten lying on him playing with the belt knot: "Little guy, does this dress look good?"
The cub wagged its tail: "Okay!"
The cub likes it very much.
However, his answer was very rigorous, it was "good" instead of "good-looking" - because it is difficult to evaluate whether it is good-looking or not, but it is certain that the claws feel good!
Cats can't resist such soft and silky material.
The little pads rose and fell, happily stepping on the milk.
Dragons lay eggs, have no breastfeeding process or need to drink milk, and don't know what it means to knead milk.
Finks frowned, "What are you doing?"
Xiao Lijue was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at his uncontrollable little paws, and said in disbelief, "I don't know."
Finks found a reasonable explanation for him: "Are you giving me a massage?"
The cub continued to pat the milk and shook his head proudly: "Yes, meow~"
It's so light that even if you step on it very hard, you won't feel anything.
Finks still enjoyed it though.
...Tsk.
He couldn't help but smile again.
Unfortunately, the warm moment was interrupted by the urgent visitor notification from the computer.
Finks embraced the frightened little kid with his big hand and answered the call with a sullen look on his face.
A hurried voice called out from the other side: "Boss, boss, boss, are you okay? Boss, are you still alive? Boss, say something, boss!"
"You're not dead, stop screaming." Finks rubbed his forehead with a headache. "Light brain, allow entry."
He put down his pear tree, stood up and walked towards the living room.
He didn't hear the cub behind him sneeze three times in a row, nor did he turn around.
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