Chapter 64 Some daily life after marriage 1 (Thanks to Ningning for her long...
Yunxi has been staring at the latest trending search about the story of Fyodor and Gogol on her phone for a long time.
Then, Yunxi turned her head suddenly.
Yunxi: Stare——
Gogol, who was being stared at, sat up and blinked again.
Yunxi: Stare————
Gogol moved closer and wanted to kiss her without thinking, but Yunxi raised her hand in time and pressed it against Gogol's head.
"Say it again," Yunxi said with a sour face. "You said Fyodor was the only one who understood you, that he was your only true friend, that he had made your life completely different, that you were sad without him. Say it!"
"Eh? Do you really want to say it?"
"explain!"
"Well then... Xiao Yunxi is the only person who understands Kolya in his life. Xiao Yunxi is Kolya's only lover. Kolya will only be Xiao Yunxi's little bird. Kolya has had a completely different life since meeting Xiao Yunxi. Kolya loves Xiao Yunxi the most. If Xiao Yunxi gets angry, Kolya will definitely be very sad—"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gogol suddenly used his cloak to teleport, wrapping his entire body tightly around Yunxi from behind. He then rubbed Yunxi with his head several times, "Little Yunxi, is this enough?"
Yunxi wanted to say it wasn’t enough.
But Gogol continued, "But Xiao Yunxi, the clowns from those worlds have never met Xiao Yunxi. There's no need for Xiao Yunxi to care about what they think, right?"
"Xiao Yunxi cares so much, the clown will also be very sad..."
Gogol lifted his top hat and placed it on Yunxi's head. The smile on his face gradually turned playful. "Or maybe Yunxi feels that having the clown and the little white bird isn't enough, and wants more little white birds?"
The air was briefly quiet.
After a while, Yunxi spoke, and he sneered: "Ha."
Using this to threaten the savior?
Almost in the next second, Yunxi suddenly jumped up, and the strength accumulated from fleecing the other world every day burst out instantly, forcibly controlling Gogol in place.
"The Savior really wants to raise a hundred little white birds. Does he need your approval, Kolya?"
Yunxi threw away Gogol's bowler hat, stood up, turned around, and arrogantly stepped on Gogol's thigh. To show her ferocity, she even deliberately crushed it twice. "Anyway, Kolya, you can't stop anything..."
Gogol's breathing suddenly quickened: "Xiao Yunxi..."
Yunxi immediately realized what he had stepped on.
Yunxi subconsciously wanted to retract his foot, but he felt that if he retreated now, he would definitely be ridiculed by Gogol.
Yunxi was already at a disadvantage, so he didn't want to retreat on his own initiative.
Thinking this way, Yunxi not only did not restrain himself, but also ignored the scorching heat under his feet. He took the initiative to bend down and move closer to the delicate white-haired clown.
"I suddenly remembered that Shibusawa-kun had been recommending that I take the initiative." Yunxi said suddenly as their eyes met, "I didn't care before... so why not give it a try today."
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After gaining "freedom" in the world and waiting for his own savior, Gogol had not experienced such a passive situation for a long time.
But Gogol was not dissatisfied. On the contrary, he was more excited than ever before.
Gogol maintained the posture of a sacrificer, forced to expose his body completely, and stared at the black-haired boy in front of him with a state of fanaticism.
The black-haired boy now only wore loose casual clothes on his upper body. He sat astride the white-haired Russian, his long black hair like satin draped over his shoulders, and only the pair of beautiful turquoise earrings could be vaguely seen.
At this time, the other party was pressing Gogol's ribs with one hand, neither too lightly nor too heavily, and with the other hand he was clumsily imitating Gogol's previous movements.
Gogol opened his mouth, wanting to remind the other party what to do next, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Yunxi started directly because he was disgusted by the trouble of continuing.
Gogol's pupils shrank instantly.
"Hmm..." Yunxi could feel the pain in his own world, so he stopped immediately and bit Gogol again.
Gogol didn't feel any pain at all. He was just trying hard to resist the stimulation brought by Yunxi, not wanting the day to end too quickly.
But after Yunxi bit it, she licked it again with some heartache.
Gogol felt that his wounds were completely painless under the stimulation of adrenaline. He could only feel the loose casual clothes on Yunxi's body as Yunxi stood up and slowly brushed against his skin, Yunxi's completely different heat from his own, and -
The handsome black-haired boy stretched out his hand to Gogol's body, and the feeling of his short, round nails, which had been trimmed not long ago, scratched lightly and not heavily.
As Gogol watched, the black-haired boy leaned forward.
The whole process was quick and long. At the moment of the end, Gogol could even feel the black-haired boy heaving a sigh of relief. But then, under Gogol's playful gaze, the black-haired boy tried to use force several times, but each time ended in failure.
Finally, the black-haired boy grabbed Gogol's arm and reluctantly admitted defeat.
Yunxi released his control over Gogol.
"Kolya, you take care of the rest--" Yunxi's voice stopped abruptly.
Because Gogol had taken back his cloak at some point and was wrapping Yunxi tightly with it.
In fact, after Gogol's ability [Coat] broke through, Gogol no longer relied on the cloak so much. As long as it was a coat, as long as it existed within Gogol's 100-meter range, Gogol could connect to the space at will, at most the accuracy of perception would be slightly lower.
But Gogol still likes to wear a cloak.
Yunxi didn't know why before and just thought that Gogol thought wearing a cloak was cooler. Now, Yunxi realized that the cloak, as a transit station for Gogol's special abilities, can enhance to what extent the accuracy of Gogol's spatial perception.
In the past, Yunxi could still be stubborn, but now, no matter what Yunxi said, Gogol could accurately find the point that Yunxi could not tolerate the most and keep repeating it.
Before Yunxi cried and walked into the darkness, the last thing in her mind was -
Although Kolya looked good, he was really too much, with an inexplicable amount of energy. If he continued like this, he would go to another game world and adopt a sterilized bird.
I just wonder if there are any Gogol’s in other worlds who would be willing to…
But forget it if there is none. After all, one Gogol touching me with his hands, which are more exaggerated than sandpaper, is annoying enough. Two, three, or even more of them, and I will never be able to live the life of a savior again.
…
The next day, Yunxi, who was clean but covered with spots, was turned over and over by the evil clown and sucked many times. Only then did Yunxi finally remember what she was going to say.
"Wait, Kolya, you haven't answered me yet—" Yunxi rolled over and readjusted herself to face Gogol. "Forget about the Gogol from other worlds. You probably didn't really like Fyodor before, did you?"
Gogol was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Xiao Yunxi still feels that way?"
"When Xiao Yunxi, the circus leader, suddenly disappeared, Fyodor-kun really became the only person in the world who could understand the clown... but this was actually because the clown missed Xiao Yunxi so much!"
Gogol's voice was a little muffled because his head was buried in Yunxi's neck. "There are many things that the clown can't figure out, and Fyodor-kun will help the clown figure it out. That's why the clown regards Fyodor-kun as a close friend!"
Is this true or false?
Yunxi moved.
Gogol looked up sharply and said, "Ask a question! Xiao Yunxi, do you want to know what the clown asked and what Fyodor-kun said?"
Yunxi didn't move, he let Gogol's arms tighten.
Gogol knew Yunxi meant by tacit agreement, so he continued, "The clown asked Fyodor, if a lost memory would cause the clown to feel pain forever, then does it represent only hatred?"
"Fyodor-kun answered the clown, perhaps this is the chain that binds the clown, a 'love' that is more complicated than hatred."
Yunxi kept staring at Gogol the whole time, and was completely satisfied only after confirming that he was not lying.
"So that's how it is... Hehe, it's perfectly normal to like me. It's human nature!"
Yunxi buried her head in Gogol's chest with a proud look on her face, and moved her arms, indicating that Gogol could suck her if he insisted, but it would be better if he patted her on the back as well - just as a reward for his love for her.
Gogol did everything he was told.
Feeling the black-haired boy in his arms gradually melting with comfort, Gogol's thoughts drifted away again.
In fact, when Fyodor said this, Gogol's first reaction besides approval was -
If he could know the identity of the being in his memory, he would definitely kill the other person without hesitation.
He is a free little white bird, he is Kolya... but in short, he is not a clown who loves someone who does not exist in his memory to the point of pain.
But there is no need to tell Xiao Yunxi about this. After all, Gogol's freedom has become...
"If your head doesn't roll at the feet of your lover, it's just a heavy burden on your shoulders—"
Yunxi was already up. He was trying to make a super simple rice cooker version of bean curd noodles by following the tutorial. Hearing this, he poked his head out and said, "Kolya, what are you talking about?"
The sound of adding ingredients just now was a bit loud, I couldn’t hear it clearly.
Gogol smiled and waved the phone in his hand: "I just randomly repeated a passage."
"Oh, I see." Yunxi took off her gloves and changed the subject. "By the way, we're having braised noodles with bean curd sticks tonight."
"Eh? Are the ingredients still the same? Even when Fyodor-kun was in prison, the food wasn't so repetitive—"
"Then let's eat loofah tomorrow. Loofah soup."
"Xiao Yunxi has gone even further—Joker, please treat Xiao Yunxi to dinner tomorrow! How about we go to Russia in that world?"
"Hmm, let me think...but didn't we agree that each of us would be responsible for food for a week?"
Noticing that Gogol was about to speak, Yunxi interrupted him as quickly as possible, "Don't mention 'freedom', Kolya, you can't always bring up 'freedom' when you don't like it. Besides, seriously, loofah soup with eggs tastes really good..."
"How about this, we can both compromise and have some loofah soup with fried dumplings. It just so happens that it's summer now, and you have a lot of heat in your body, Kolya. You can eat loofah soup to relieve it."
"What kind of dark cuisine is this? And, Xiao Yunxi, you were laughing when you said 'hot-tempered' just now!"
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