Chapter 137: Little Rabbit x Archon

He wanted his foster father.

This thought appeared with absolute clarity in Wen Chu’s mind. Under the daze of his heat cycle, he didn’t even have time to consider how shocking and scandalous this thought was.

Relying purely on instinct, he reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around Xiu’s waist, whimpering, “Father…”

His voice trembled at the end.

Xiu stiffened entirely, then made up his mind.

He pursed his thin lips lightly and began to stroke Wen Chu.

Xiu had realized something was wrong during dinner when he saw Wen Chu’s message from three hours ago and received no reply after responding.

He immediately called the Adjutant. Upon learning that Wen Chu had bitten his phone to pieces in the car after school, he felt even more uneasy.

Wen Chu had chosen the phone himself; it wasn’t a case of suddenly disliking it. Therefore, Xiu’s first reaction was that Wen Chu had been bullied at school.

He contacted Alice, but Alice bewilderingly stated that Wen Chu got along very well with his classmates.

That was even stranger.

Without time to think, Xiu immediately canceled the evening meeting and rushed back to the Lower District overnight.

Then, he stumbled upon Wen Chu curled up on his bed in heat.

Looking at the boy in his arms, whose cheeks were flushed an abnormal red, Xiu felt a pang of heartache.

Wen Chu’s heat cycles were never easy, and since this was the first time Xiu wasn’t home when it started, the kid must have been both uncomfortable and scared.

Otherwise, why would he destroy his phone and suddenly run to Xiu’s bed to sleep?

Xiu comforted Wen Chu, kissing his forehead. “It’s okay, I’m back. It will be over soon.”

Wen Chu didn’t speak; he just looked at him with red-rimmed eyes and hugged him tightly.

Paired with the two soft rabbit ears drooping by his cheeks, he really did look like a little rabbit.

Xiu, completely unaware of Wen Chu’s abnormal state, smiled at his own mental association.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later, when his hand started to feel sore but Wen Chu still hadn’t reacted as expected, that Xiu finally felt something was wrong.

“Wen Chu…?” Xiu looked at him uncertainly.

Since they started sleeping in separate rooms, Wen Chu had handled his heat cycles alone. Xiu’s impression of him was still stuck on the child who would finish at the slightest touch.

Wen Chu’s cheeks turned even redder.

He hugged Xiu and rubbed against him unbearably, rubbing right against Xiu’s lower abdomen.

“Father.” Wen Chu’s eyes were swimming with tears.

The person he had been longing for was right beside him, helping him like this.

Xiu’s cold fragrance was like a bucket of oil poured over him, igniting a prairie fire.

Wen Chu rubbed against him again.

Feeling the man’s body stiffen, he moved his beautiful, harmless face closer, his soft ears drooping directly onto Xiu’s neck.

“Father, Father…”

Wen Chu called him ceaselessly, kissing his face messily.

Combined with his restless movements, his meaning couldn’t be more obvious.

Xiu was so shocked that his hand movements stopped.

He looked at Wen Chu in disbelief.

Wen Chu met his gaze frankly. In those round blue eyes, there was a look of predation and craving completely at odds with his appearance.

“Xiu.” Wen Chu called his name.

A shiver ran down Xiu’s spine, a chill rising up his back.

Immediately after, he felt the world spin.

The little rabbit in his arms had pushed him down.

Wen Chu had lost his reason. Left with only the single thought of “wanting his foster father,” he began to tear at Xiu’s clothes.

“Wait!” Xiu tried to struggle. “You’re only seventeen, I am your father!”

Seventeen-year-old Wen Chu couldn’t match twenty-seven-year-old Xiu in strength. He had only just pulled open Xiu’s collar before his hands were pinned by the other.

Wen Chu tried to struggle.

He couldn’t move.

Xiu looked at him in astonishment, restraining Wen Chu’s wrists tightly with one hand.

Wen Chu paused, and an inexplicable wave of grievance welled up in his heart.

Father wouldn’t give it to him.

The tears swirling in Wen Chu’s eyes fell instantly.

“You ignored me today…” Wen Chu felt so wronged. “You threw me away, you don’t love me anymore, and you went to the Upper District for a meeting.”

Tears pattered down, soaking Xiu’s collar.

Xiu became flustered, his grip loosening.

“I didn’t,” Xiu explained. “It was just an emergency meeting. Aren’t I back now? And I should have let the Adjutant…”

“On the first day of school, you let the Adjutant pick me up,” Wen Chu interrupted him, crying even harder.

The usually decisive Archon was stumped.

He wanted to wipe Wen Chu’s tears, but felt the current situation was too bizarre.

For the first time in his life, the swift and resolute Archon didn’t know what choice to make.

In the end, Wen Chu used his own ears to wipe his tears clean, wetting the fluffy fur.

Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him clumsily, “Don’t cry. I won’t go to meetings anymore. I’ll buy you a new phone tomorrow—”

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Because Wen Chu kissed him.

Right on the lips.

The kid didn’t know how to kiss; it was just a simple pressing of lips. But because they were so close, Xiu could even see the teardrops hanging on Wen Chu’s delicate white eyelashes.

He was mesmerized for a moment.

When did Wen Chu become so beautiful?

Plip.

A teardrop rolled off the eyelash and landed on him.

Wen Chu opened his eyes, and with a mix of sadness and anger, kissed him forcefully and messily.

“I don’t want that. I just want you. Father, I want you.”

Xiu tried to push him away, reaching out to block Wen Chu’s overly dense kisses. “I am your foster father.”

Wen Chu paused.

He thought for a moment with his heat-addled rabbit brain.

I am your foster father = I am not your biological father = We have no blood relation = We can be together.

So Wen Chu broke free from Xiu’s hand and smiled, his eyes curving into crescents.

“Great. You are my foster father, so we can be together.”

Xiu’s pupils contracted.

Before he could recover from the shock of Wen Chu’s words, Xiu felt a sudden chill below his waist.

Wen Chu had completely stripped off his clothes.

Wen Chu began to explore downwards.

Seventeen or eighteen is the age of growth spurts. It was only now that Xiu realized just how much Wen Chu had grown over the years.

He was impressive even as a child, but now, as he rubbed against Xiu’s lower abdomen, he almost reached Xiu’s stomach.

Xiu’s scalp tingled.

He wanted to struggle, but the moment he moved, Wen Chu cried.

It wasn’t fake crying either; real tears flowed as if they were free. He looked just like an abandoned small animal, crying while desperately burrowing into Xiu’s arms.

Xiu was helpless.

He glanced at Wen Chu again, then looked away as if burned.

No…

Whether it’s Wen Chu’s age, or the fact that I haven’t had time to process these feelings…

The other party might just be acting on the impulse of the heat cycle.

But I can’t just watch Wen Chu suffer like this.

Thinking this, Xiu pursed his lips and finally chose a compromise.

He patted Wen Chu’s head and sighed, “Don’t cry. I’ll give it to you.”

Wen Chu stopped crying instantly and stared blankly at Xiu.

Under his gaze, the Archon sat up, pressed his legs together, and knelt on the bed.

Xiu turned his head to the side. “Come here.”

Wen Chu obediently moved closer.

Xiu took Wen Chu’s hand, placed it on his own waist, and guided Wen Chu.

“You can only rub like this, nothing else, understood?”

Wen Chu stared blankly at his foster father’s legs.

He felt his head getting dizzier.

Father, Father…

He is entering his foster father.

Although it was just the thighs, Xiu’s legs were well-trained, with beautiful, symmetrical muscles.

Before Xiu could steady himself properly, he nearly collapsed onto the bed.

Wen Chu’s breathing quickened.

He was almost desperate to be consumed by Xiu. From the perineum to the front, Xiu was in complete contact with Wen Chu.

caught off guard, Xiu let out a muffled groan from his throat.

“Xiu…” Wen Chu lowered his head, kissing from Xiu’s spine down to the dip of his waist.

He called Xiu’s name over and over again, kissing his foster father time after time.

Xiu trembled all over, struggling to spit out two words: “Shut up.”

Wen Chu thought about it, didn’t stop moving, but turned the blond Archon’s head around to kiss him, murmuring stickily, “Father.”

Xiu shuddered at the address and actually finished before Wen Chu did.

The cold fragrance became intense to the point of suffocation.

He got a taste of Xiu.

This sudden heat cycle didn’t end until early the next morning.

Xiu had traveled through the night, rushing home without rest after his meeting. Without even time to clean up, he fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Chu, satisfied and content, hugged his foster father and slept blissfully.

It wasn’t until noon, when the sunlight outside the window became blinding, that the two woke up one after the other.

Wen Chu woke up first.

When he opened his eyes and saw the glaring sun, he was still in a daze.

He seemed to have had a particularly happy dream last night.

He dreamed that his foster father came back. Not only did his foster father not scold him, but he also let him f…

When his fingertips touched another person’s body warmth, Wen Chu jolted, sobering up completely.

He sat up with a whoosh, looking in astonishment at Xiu, who was sleeping beside him in a mess.

The inner thighs of the blond man were a deep, bruised red, and his lower abdomen was still marked with various traces.

No one would imagine that he and the cold, fierce Archon were the same person.

Wen Chu pinched himself in a trance.

It hurts.

So it wasn’t a dream.

Like a pauper who suddenly won the lottery, he was stunned for a long time before realizing this was reality.

Before Wen Chu could figure out how to react, he met a pair of transparent blue eyes.

Xiu had been woken up by his movements.

Xiu was clearly confused for a moment too, before accepting the fact that he had actually rolled into bed with his adopted son. After several seconds, he asked hoarsely, “Feeling better?”

He was asking about Wen Chu’s body.

Wen Chu guiltily tried to pull on his rabbit ears, but upon reaching up, realized the ears were gone. He could only awkwardly touch his hair instead.

“B-Better.”

Wen Chu looked at Xiu carefully, unsure if Xiu would be angry, and tried to act cute first. “Father…”

Xiu sneered. “I’m not your father. Who rolls into bed with their father?”

Wen Chu’s eyes lit up. “If not father, then can I be your wi—mph mph mph!”

He was silenced by Xiu’s hand over his mouth.

The tips of Xiu’s ears turned red. “Where did you learn all this nonsense!”

Wen Chu’s gaze swept over Xiu’s ears, then swept over them again, and he licked the palm of Xiu’s hand covering him.

Xiu retracted his hand as if electrocuted.

Wen Chu acted obediently. “Learned it in physiology class.”

Xiu: “…”

I taught him physiology too.

Xiu couldn’t help but rub the space between his brows, feeling a headache. “I’ll call the doctor to check your body first. I’ll buy you a new phone this afternoon. In the future, call me when your heat cycle comes, don’t shoulder it alone. Don’t go to school for the next few days, rest at home…”

“Father,” Wen Chu spoke up, interrupting Xiu softly. “If I find you next time, will you still help me through my heat cycle?”

Xiu fell silent.

He sat up, his movement stiff for a second due to the pain in his inner thighs.

Wen Chu reacted quickly, reaching out. A soft white light glowed, rapidly healing that bit of superficial injury for Xiu.

Xiu looked back at Wen Chu, who was staring with innocent round eyes.

“Acting good,” Xiu said.

Wen Chu sat properly with his hands tucked in.

Being good was better than being bad. Xiu would never bear to hurt the obedient child he raised.

Wen Chu waited for Xiu’s next move.

Then he saw Xiu get out of bed, pick up the phone that had been thrown on the floor last night, tap on it a few times, and toss it onto him. A flicker of teasing amusement flashed in his eyes.

Wen Chu: ?

He caught the phone in confusion. When he saw the icon on the screen, he froze, then his face turned bright red.

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Xiu’s tone was leisurely. “I am your foster father. If you just need to get through a heat cycle, it doesn’t have to be me.”

Wen Chu: ???

Wen Chu was both shy and angry, almost bullied to tears by Xiu. He threw the phone back and hugged Xiu’s waist directly.

“No,” Wen Chu said, his voice muffled. “I want Father. I just want you… Xiu.”

Xiu raised an eyebrow at him, though his heart wasn’t as calm as his face.

Wen Chu had grown up, and he was at the age to date.

Xiu was human after all; it was impossible not to have felt a single spark last night.

But this was the child he had raised by hand.

Logically and morally, they shouldn’t develop feelings beyond that. Moreover, there was a huge possibility that Wen Chu was just overly dependent on him due to imprinting.

Xiu couldn’t figure out his own feelings, nor could he figure out Wen Chu’s.

Even if Wen Chu’s feelings were real, as a foster father, he had to consider this carefully.

Xiu pondered in silence. Wen Chu, misunderstanding his silence, hugged him tighter. “I only want you. Father, I like you. You can’t not want me.”

What kind of confession is this, threatening and acting spoiled at the same time?

Xiu, deep in thought, couldn’t help but chuckle.

He reached out, patted Wen Chu’s head, and his gaze softened. “Don’t rush. Let the doctor do the checkup first, and let’s both think about it a bit more.”

He patiently stroked Wen Chu while reasoning with him.

“Wen Chu, you are only seventeen. Leaving aside our relationship and your age, I am ten years older than you. When you are twenty, I will be thirty.”

“You are still so young, you have so many choices and opportunities. Don’t make a decision so rashly.”

Wen Chu was bewildered. “What other choices do I have?”

Xiu: “…”

Xiu: “Think about it. Those female classmates in your class—or male classmates. How do you feel about getting along with peers?”

Wen Chu thought for a moment. “Alice talks a lot. I don’t remember the rest.”

He actually wanted to say Alice was noisy, but remembering she was sent by Xiu, he saved her some face.

Xiu: “…”

Xiu sighed. “After all, you only went to school for one day.”

“How about this? You go to school for another year. Wait until you are eighteen. If you still think I am your best choice, we can consider the next step. Okay?”

Wen Chu stared at Xiu earnestly. “Does considering the next step mean marriage?”

The tips of Xiu’s ears turned red. “Mmh.”

Wen Chu grasped the key point. “So you are willing to marry me. Father, do you like me too?”

Xiu looked away awkwardly. “…I’m not sure.”

Wen Chu pressed on. “But if I’m sure I want you, and I only like you, and you don’t like me, will you go back on your word?”

Xiu was silent for a while.

He looked past Wen Chu at the photo frame on the bedside table. The photo showed ten-year-old Wen Chu and twenty-year-old him.

From arriving in the Lower District at twenty, full of high spirits, to now—seven years of relying on each other—Wen Chu had long become an inseparable part of him.

Even Xiu hadn’t expected that the child he picked up in passing would eventually occupy such a large space in his heart.

He could have returned to the Upper District as soon as the plague was controlled, but he stayed because Wen Chu’s ability couldn’t be exposed.

Logically, he should have let Wen Chu take over the affairs of the Lower District long ago for self-protection.

But every time he met Wen Chu’s gaze of total trust, Xiu couldn’t bear to do it.

Since he was still here, how could he bear to let Wen Chu grow up alone?

He always thought Wen Chu was still small, so he would protect him for one more year.

Year after year, seven years passed in a blink, until even his family couldn’t sit still and started hinting at when he would return to the Upper District.

If Wen Chu insisted on liking him…

After a long while, Xiu finally spoke.

“If that’s really the case, no matter what, I will love you.”

Whatever Wen Chu wanted, how could he be cruel enough not to give it?