Chapter 54: Good food is never too late, a kiss like a small cake
God knows how much Lancelot drank. He actually turned back into a beast, holding the bottle of wine with his two front paws and was reluctant to let go. He was just like a drunkard on the street.
In fact, even his childhood friends had never seen him like this.
This guy just kept drinking when he got to Quan Yi's club. Some people noticed that he was hurt by love and tried to comfort him by saying that a forced melon is not sweet. What if he only loves you for your money?
Lancelot got furious on the spot, grabbed the man by the collar and yelled that he loved money and he was rich, so they were a perfect match!
So no one dared to provoke this guy anymore. Everyone witnessed that this usually elegant and decent nobleman became crazy like a concubine who was banished to the cold palace. After drinking two bottles of liquor, he started clamoring to perform a fire ring jump.
The servants couldn't persuade him, and just as they were preparing the fire ring, the fox, its brain paralyzed by alcohol, pounced on it amid everyone's exclamations.
Then he missed a step.
If Enzo and Quan Yi hadn't fished it out quickly enough, it would probably have been a burnt bald fox.
"Anyway, this is what happened..." Quan Yi explained the whole story and shrugged helplessly.
Although he really wanted to know what happened tonight, now was obviously not a good time to gossip.
Enzo pointed at the red fox that was whimpering non-stop and suggested that they move it back to the bedroom, or onto the sofa, or even the carpet, so that it wouldn't be an eyesore at the door.
Youan nodded and leaned over to help lift him up.
Unexpectedly, the guy who had been limp and motionless suddenly opened his eyes, lay on his back with his belly exposed, rolled back and forth on the ground, and called out Youan's name in a daze.
Youan stood there at a loss, with a slightly complicated expression.
To be honest, this was the first time in his life that he had seen a fox act up.
After seeing Enzo and the others off, even though the two young masters repeatedly said it was okay to just throw them on the carpet, Youan still spent a lot of effort to get the drunken fox, who was humming with his ears flying, onto the bed.
The next day, near noon, the rain still did not stop.
The dense raindrops hit the glass, and Lancelot groaned, as if countless small hammers were hitting his skull frantically, and he struggled to open his eyes.
The aftereffects of a hangover washed over his body like a tide, and every bone was screaming with pain, making him suspect that he had been beaten up by a group of people.
He frowned and rubbed his throbbing temples with difficulty, trying to prop up his heavy body and sit up.
As he moved, the quilt covering his body slipped down, and a corner of the quilt was pressed down by a figure lying on the side of the bed.
Ah, it's Euan.
At this time, Youan was lying on the edge of the bed, with his face resting on his arm. He seemed to be asleep, or in a daze.
The soft hair fell in front of the forehead, and although the light in the room was dim, the soft and small rabbit ears still looked warm.
His fingers were unconsciously entwined with the small tuft of fluffy red fox tail tip that was sticking out from the edge of the blanket, like a cub playing with a favorite stuffed toy.
He clearly rejected me, but he still wanted to play with my tail.
Lancelot made a silent accusation in his heart with an expressionless face. With a bit of deliberate displeasure, he pulled the tip of his tail out of the other's warm palm cleanly and neatly.
Youan raised his head suddenly, his eyes still a little hazy, and when he saw Lancelot sitting up, he immediately woke up: "Ah, you're awake!"
Lancelot stared at him and hummed softly.
After a moment of silence.
You An scratched his hair, stood up and brought a glass of warm water: "Are you thirsty?"
"Not bad." Lancelot smiled as usual, and looked no different from his usual smiling face.
But Youan was sensitive enough to sense a deliberate sense of distance. The gentle smile in the other person's eyes seemed to be separated by a thin layer of ice, a polite distance that one would use to treat an ordinary friend or even a guest.
I messed it all up myself.
Youan lowered his eyelashes somewhat uncomfortably to hide the flash of disappointment in his eyes, and casually placed the water cup on the round head of the housekeeping robot.
The housekeeping robot beeped and walked away innocently with the water cup on its head.
Lancelot had already thrown off the blanket and went to the bathroom. The cold water splashed on his face, and his brain, which had been made dizzy by the alcohol, finally regained some clarity.
He leaned his hands on the sink, raised his head, and saw a face with fatigue between his brows reflected in the mirror.
The memories of last night came flooding back, and he couldn't tell whether he should just give up and cling to her or respect her decision, or consider the route of forced love... Lancelot sighed softly at his gloomy self in the mirror.
After a long time, Lancelot splashed cold water on his face again to suppress the emotions in his heart.
When he calmed down, opened the bathroom door and returned to the bedroom, he unexpectedly found that Youan had not left, but was sitting quietly on the single sofa beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the window, as if waiting for him.
"If you're feeling guilty about what happened last night, there's really no need."
Lancelot was a little surprised, then changed his tone back to that relaxed one.
He even gently rubbed Youan's head like he was treating a close friend, then sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. "I'm an adult now, and I can handle these... well, negative emotions on my own. I won't cry and scream like a teenage boy."
Youan: “…”
He reached into the quilt and pulled out an empty, exquisite wine bottle, the same one that Lancelot had held in his arms last night.
The air was stagnant for a moment.
"Oh, starting from today." Lancelot touched his tall nose bridge, and his wandering gaze fell back on Youan with a hint of subtle awkwardness. "If you can be merciful and give a reason to refuse, perhaps you can recover faster."
Outside the window, last night's rain is still continuing, the sky is still gray, and the moist air is cool.
There was a fountain pool under the dormitory building, and Youan's eyes also fell on that pool.
Youan thought about it all night, searching for the definition of love in the boring database. It was nothing more than the instinct driven by biological survival and reproduction. The strong neurochemical reaction would make people feel dizzy and fall in love.
But when the stone falls on the water, it will form countless ripples. When the passion above is separated from his brain, the loneliness that follows cannot help but make Youan afraid.
"Lancelot, look at that fountain."
Youan's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was answering Lancelot's question, with an almost frank confusion in his eyes, "I am like the ripple closest to you right now."
It was a half-sentence that made no sense, but Lancelot understood it.
Youan was afraid, afraid that the initial throbbing between them would gradually move away like a clear and complete wave of water, first blurring its shape, and then disappearing into the wider water surface.
Lancelot's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, feeling sour and soft, as if he saw a dwarf rabbit standing alone by the pond, scratching its ears and cheeks.
"Does 'recently' necessarily mean the fastest to be pushed away?"
All his pretenses and pretense of lightness crumbled at this moment. Lancelot's eyes were focused and serious, and he chuckled softly, "Why can't I ask the cutest dwarf rabbit in the universe to become the new, unique, and eternal center of my world?"
You An was stunned, his eyes widened slightly: "Are you talking about me?"
"Yes, you." Lancelot looked at his dazed look and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
He held her hand and expressed his uncontrollable love like a devout believer, "This makes me look like a slick-tongued bad fox, but Youan, this is the truth."
"Every day when I wake up, I want to eat sandworm noodles with you. In the middle of the night, I worry if you're staying up late reading papers again. Even when I'm daydreaming, my mind is always on you, wondering if you remembered to drink water, if you're eating the flowers and plants, and if you've kicked the stupid dogs that are bothering you..."
He paused, his green olive-like gaze deepening, as if he wanted to carve the person before him into the depths of his soul. "If you were to compare me to a stone thrown into a pond, then I would have already been engraved with your name."
Oops, oops.
Youan's face flushed and he felt like his ears were burning.
Lancelot's voice was gorgeous and beautiful, like syrup that had been boiled until it was bubbling and poured out of a jar, slowly melting the ice in his heart.
After a long while, Youan murmured softly, with a hint of disbelief and a little shyness: "You must have read a lot of poetry, so you are so good at saying sweet words."
Lancelot asked with a smile, "Is it sweet?"
"It's very sweet." Youan smacked his lips, as if savoring every word he had just heard. Then, he raised his head, his black pearl-like eyes sparkling and bright, and smiled with pursed lips, "It's like eating a hundred little cakes baked by Fiona."
"Really?" Lancelot's voice lowered, with a bewitching magnetism. He moved a little closer, his eyes falling on Youan's smiling lips, "Let me taste it."
Without giving the other party time to react, Lancelot lowered his head and covered her with his soft lips.
The slightly cold touch carried a familiar scent, and Youan's eyelashes trembled slightly. It was not a playful kiss, nor a gentle and polite blessing. It was filled with strong desire and love, as if to evaporate the temperature of each other at this moment.
I feel so comfortable... I'm suffocating... so comfortable... I'm suffocating...
The sound of wet water continued, and Youan's mind was jumping back and forth between two thoughts. As they were kissing, Lancelot held him and pulled him to sit on his lap.
He helplessly hugged the other's neck, his teeth were almost roughly pried open, which was not in line with his usual gentlemanly style of entanglement and teasing, and even scratched the sensitive upper jaw in a bad way.
"hiss--"
Lancelot's hair was pulled hard, and he restrained his attack in pain, and licked the corner of Youan's wet and swollen lips ambiguously.
When they separated again, their breathing was a little unstable, especially the poor dwarf rabbit orc. There was moisture in his dazed eyes, and half of his tongue was almost swollen from being sucked. He wanted to stick out his tongue and hiss, but when he remembered that he was a rabbit and not a puppy, he could only lower his eyes and gasp in grievance.
Lancelot put his arms around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and sighed helplessly.
Even though Youan was completely overwhelmed by the kiss, he still asked in a good-tempered manner, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just that this isn't how I imagined a first kiss would be."
Lancelot had thought about it long ago. He wanted to be on a romantic private island, holding Youan in his arms, enjoying the sea breeze and the night sky, whispering to each other with their heads touching. The jellyfish-shaped floating lights around him had to be hazy and exquisite, and the harp tunes had to be soothing and elegant. When the atmosphere was just right, he could hold Youan, who was only wearing shorts, on his lap and kiss him until his rabbit tail wiggled non-stop.
Sadly, it’s gone now.
You An was stunned when he heard this, blinking and asked, "Then what do you want?
Lancelot thought for a moment, the smile on his face sincere and elegant: "Kiss again."
Youan: “…”
Although he knew that the fox had evil intentions of taking advantage of the situation, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air that had not yet dissipated made Youan move closer obediently.
The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
Being stared at earnestly by a pair of sincere eyes, Lancelot's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he was about to lower his head to taste the sweetness that he had confirmed for a long time -
"Brother! Boss Fox!"
A crisp shout instantly broke the charming atmosphere. The two of them froze at the same time, quickly moved a little distance apart, and looked in the direction of the voice.
A furry little head popped in from the bedroom door.
You Tuantuan's two little paws were scratching at the door frame, her small ears perked up with curiosity, her bright black eyes darting between the two of them, confusion written all over her face. "Sister Fiona said dinner was ready a long time ago! Why haven't you guys come to eat yet?"
As he spoke, he swallowed, as if he was almost unable to resist the fragrance wafting from the living room.
"Come on, come on, or you'll miss out on the delicious cream of mushroom soup!" You Tuantuan jumped and danced excitedly.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Youan stood up quickly.
At the same time, a sigh filled with deep regret sounded behind him.
"Ah..." Lancelot drawled lazily, muttering with a hint of frustration, "I've already missed a good meal."
Youan skillfully covered his ears, pretending not to hear anything.
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