Chapter 139: Little Rabbit x Archon

It was already past eleven o’clock at night by the time they finished dealing with the reporters and returned home.

Dinner was naturally missed, but fortunately, Xiu had kept dinner warm at home beforehand, so Wen Chu wouldn’t go hungry.

As soon as he sat down and took two bites of food, the news notification arrived right on schedule.

【Archon Attacked While Dining, Adopted Son Faces Danger Alone: Dodges Two Sniper Shots, Subdues Four Gangsters!】

Wen Chu: …

Wen Chu looked up, staring at Xiu with resentment. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Xiu propped his chin up and smiled. “If I told you earlier, how could it be a birthday gift?”

Wen Chu pouted. “I could have done it myself.”

It was just winning over the hearts of the people; he could have just taken down a few terrorist organizations. Xiu going to such great lengths to pave the way for him was just treating him like a child.

Thinking of this, Wen Chu couldn’t help but retort, “I’m not a little baby anymore.”

Xiu looked at him with amusement. “But in my eyes, you’re just a child.”

Wen Chu held his breath. “In one hour, I’ll be eighteen.”

Xiu: “Okay, eighteen-year-old baby.”

Wen Chu glared at Xiu.

Adults who only talk about age.

Fortunately, Xiu’s words weren’t heard by the reporters, otherwise the headline of the news push right now would have been Xiu’s phrase “Baby Chu.”

Remembering the look and tone of Xiu saying those two words, Wen Chu couldn’t help but blush a little again.

He forcefully changed the subject: “You promised me, if I didn’t like anyone else when I turned eighteen, you’d give it a try with me.”

Xiu stopped smiling, tapped the table unnaturally, and gave a soft “Hmm.”

Wen Chu couldn’t deduce Xiu’s meaning from this interjection, so he got to the bottom of it: “So? Does it still count?”

Xiu’s ears felt a little hot, but he still whispered, “Of course.”

Before Wen Chu could be happy, Xiu spoke again: “But you’re still young, let’s start with daily dating, other things… wait a bit.”

For a whole year, he hadn’t mentally prepared himself yet.

Accepting a closer relationship with Wen Chu wasn’t impossible, but as soon as he recalled being pressed onto the bed by Wen Chu during that heat cycle, grinding his legs, Xiu wanted to flee in embarrassment.

He had never had an intimate relationship with anyone, and the first time turned out to be with his own adopted son.

This was a bit too much for him.

Wen Chu had no idea that Xiu would be conflicted about this kind of thing.

After all, Xiu had always been at ease during his heat cycle, so Wen Chu had long assumed that Xiu had romances in the Upper District.

So what if he did? The one who isn’t loved is the third party.

Wen Chu puffed up his cheeks and argued strongly: “I’m not young, I’m eighteen.”

Xiu looked away awkwardly: “No, otherwise you’re not allowed to date me.”

Wen Chu: …

Adoptive father bullying people.

He put down his chopsticks, looked at Xiu with round, beautiful blue eyes, lowered the corners of his eyes, suddenly softened his tone, and became pitiful: “Then what if I go into heat again? Even if I’m dating you, do I have to spend my heat cycle alone in my room thinking about you?”

Xiu didn’t realize what Wen Chu had said at all; just Wen Chu looking over made his heart soften.

Two or three seconds later, he reacted and asked in astonishment: “Who do you think about during your heat cycle?”

Wen Chu looked innocent: “You.”

He watched the red flush slowly spread up the sharp and cold Archon’s ears.

Wen Chu lowered his eyes and added obediently: “Since I was seventeen, it’s always been you.”

Xiu only helped him solve it once, and later resolutely slept in separate rooms.

The doctor said his pheromone sensing mechanism was too strange, as if it stubbornly recognized only Xiu, even blocking all perception except for Xiu because of it.

The doctor actually hesitated and wanted to say that this is a mechanism usually evolved for reproduction or hunting, but due to their relationship as adoptive father and son, he didn’t dare to say it, only obscurely sharing a few papers for Wen Chu to read himself.

From that time on, Wen Chu understood.

Long before Xiu picked him up, long before their eyes first met, his instincts had already made the decision for him.

—No matter where Xiu hid, he would be able to follow the scent of pheromones to find him and cling to Xiu tightly.

He only recognized Xiu.

So, how could anyone else appear in his fantasies?

Xiu looked very shocked by this, watching him unable to speak for a long time, as if he completely hadn’t expected the little rabbit he raised to do such a thing.

Wen Chu whispered: “Father, no matter what you think, I will only like you.”

Xiu was silent for a while, raised his hand to mess up his short blond hair, and sighed: “I know, since it’s something I promised you, I will definitely do it, but for a further relationship, really wait a bit.”

At least let him go systematically learn how to do it first.

Wen Chu listened quietly.

At this moment, his head was lowered, his long white hair hanging down, without the aggression in his eyes, he really looked a bit like a docile little rabbit.

He placed his hands properly on his knees and hooked his lips: “Why? If Father doesn’t want to accept me, you don’t have to.”

There was no need to force himself to fall in love with him just because of doting.

Wen Chu knew too well how much Xiu doted on him, and because of this, he didn’t want Xiu to just indulge him out of doting.

He really, seriously liked Xiu, and wanted Xiu to respond to his love too.

It was okay if he didn’t respond; he could continue to like him.

Whether Xiu loved him or not, Wen Chu could accept it.

But don’t let it be this kind of fake love.

Xiu looked at Wen Chu, a little bewildered, unable to state the reason.

He couldn’t say to his adopted son’s face that he didn’t dare to do it.

Xiu’s head was a mess, a whole year of mental preparation collapsed at this moment, he mumbled: “No reason, I don’t want to not accept you, wait a little longer… you’re still young.”

The clock struck twelve.

Xiu was too busy taking care of himself to notice the determination flashing through Wen Chu’s eyes.

“Is that so.” Wen Chu spoke slowly.

“Then can I sleep with Father tonight?”

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Until he was taking a shower in the bathroom, Xiu was still a little dazed.

He had intended to refuse Wen Chu, but when he looked up and saw Wen Chu’s lost soul look, he couldn’t say anything.

When he came back to his senses, Wen Chu had already showered and come to his room holding a pillow and quilt. Xiu had to use the excuse of taking a shower to flee in a hurry.

What to do?

Xiu rubbed his head in annoyance.

What to say when he went back after showering? What do normal lovers do? What on earth was he doing tonight?

Xiu wished he could just flow away with the water in the bathroom, but he couldn’t move his feet.

If he backed down at this time, Wen Chu would definitely misunderstand, and might cry sadly.

Today was Wen Chu’s eighteenth birthday.

Just treat it as coaxing a child for his birthday. It’s not like they haven’t slept together before. When Wen Chu was little, he even stripped him naked and carried him to wash.

Xiu repeatedly built himself up mentally, took a long time to finish showering, dried his hair, and walked to the bedroom.

As soon as he reached the bedside, Xiu wanted to run again.

He saw the white-haired boy curled up on his bed, his cheek buried deep in his quilt, a fascinated blush on his face.

Several buttons of the pajamas Wen Chu was wearing were undone, and Xiu could even see his waistline.

Xiu: …

He wanted to run, but the next moment his eyes met the boy’s watery blue eyes.

Wen Chu was surrounded by Xiu’s pheromones, breathing rapidly, and trying hard to pull his collar down further.

Although not in his heat cycle, just “lying on Xiu’s bed” was enough to make Wen Chu’s heart race.

He knew going back on his word wasn’t good.

But—

Wen Chu looked up at Xiu, whose earlobes were already bright red.

He just desperately wanted to know if Xiu had feelings for him beyond father and son.

The pajamas had fallen to his shoulders, offering almost no cover for Wen Chu.

Wen Chu reached out and pulled the unresisting Xiu onto the bed.

With just a gentle tug, the other’s bathrobe also fell.

Xiu finally reacted: “Wen Chu! Wait…”

“Father.” Wen Chu looked at him with teary eyes.

His white hair draped down, falling on Xiu’s body, like a fine, dense net, softly and harmlessly imprisoning the prey.

“Father.” Wen Chu kissed the corner of Xiu’s lips.

“I feel uncomfortable, can I hug you?”

Xiu was stunned by his kiss, too late to even wonder why Wen Chu felt uncomfortable when not in heat.

Wen Chu continued to kiss Xiu.

He had an extraordinarily beautiful face. Perhaps due to genetic modification, Wen Chu’s features were exquisite beyond the scope of humanity.

Even close up to Xiu’s eyes like this, he could only feel the suffocating feeling brought by the suddenly magnified beauty, without finding a single flaw.

Xiu’s gaze went from shocked to dull, and finally slowly softened and blurred.

“…Okay.”

His Wen Chu, his baby.

He simply couldn’t say words of refusal to Wen Chu.

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Wen Chu was only theoretical in this aspect. Although he had stuffed a series of preparation tools into the quilt and brought them along, he still clumsily prepared for a long time before succeeding.

Xiu came once directly while he was preparing.

Wen Chu chuckled softly and asked: “Why is Father so fast? Have you not done it before?”

He had just asked casually, but unexpectedly, Xiu actually shook his head indiscriminately in the climax.

Wen Chu was really stunned, and asked urgently: “Really not? Have you had no partners? Or have you never been done like this by anyone?”

“No… neither.” Xiu swallowed a whimper and barely spoke.

“…So you go slow.”

The little brat had no sense of severity as soon as he started. Xiu even suspected that the other party was deliberately playing tricks because of his earlier rejection.

Did he want to kill him?

Wen Chu was confused by Xiu’s words, and after a long time whispered: “Then I’m the first person to sleep with Father?”

The ethical relationship in these words was a bit too messy.

Xiu reached out to cover Wen Chu’s mouth, refusing the title “Father,” but the next moment his waist was pinched by Wen Chu.

Wen Chu looked at him, redness appearing at the corners of his eyes.

He seemed drunk, dizzily hugging Xiu and kissing him randomly, whispering: “Father, I’m so happy.”

“So happy… I thought you would have many lovers, and just fooled me as a child… Father, Father…”

Wen Chu spoke intermittently, kissing messily.

Xiu was speechless by now.

Because Wen Chu actually entered him while talking.

It was really too much. Even though Wen Chu had slowed down and lightened up, Xiu’s scalp went numb.

He just felt the process was incomparably long. When he hit the deepest point, the whites of Xiu’s eyes began to roll up slightly, and a distinct shape appeared on his lower abdomen.

He couldn’t hold back and let out a muffled groan.

This muffled groan was like a switch; Wen Chu didn’t pause anymore.

A violent storm fell.

“No… ungh uh ah…”

The cold and stern Archon was treated like this for the first time in his life. He subconsciously wanted to buckle his knees inward to stop Wen Chu, but was pried open again by the child he raised himself.

“Father.” Wen Chu kissed him.

“I love you so much.”

…Since you love me, slow down a bit.

Xiu wanted to speak, but his voice was shattered as soon as it came out.

He was soon dragged by Wen Chu into the chaotic sea of desire.

…

The next day, afternoon.

“Buzz—buzz—”

Xiu was woken up by his phone, groggily groping towards the bedside to answer: “Hello?”

“Mr. Xiu, the cake you ordered at our cake shop has been delivered. It’s hot and the cake melts easily outdoors, please remember to pick it up in time.”

Xiu slowly woke up and said hoarsely: “Okay.”

He hung up the phone and wanted to get up to get the cake, only to find his whole body aching.

His lower body felt numb. Xiu looked down only to find that Wen Chu was still connected to him.

Because nothing could be expelled, his lower abdomen bulged slightly, as if he were pregnant.

The scene before him was too absurd, so absurd that Xiu laughed.

Little brat, crying while saying he didn’t love him, but when asked to stop he couldn’t, insisting on fucking him from dark until dawn.

He didn’t even know to pull out after finishing.

If he didn’t love him, could Wen Chu still be alive now?

Wen Chu wasn’t awake yet. Xiu gasped and carefully separated himself from Wen Chu, wanting to go take a shower first.

But as soon as he moved, Wen Chu was startled awake.

Wen Chu was sleepy-eyed. Feeling the person in his arms leaving, he subconsciously pulled him back.

Xiu, who had just separated a little, was filled up again.

Xiu’s whole body began to tremble, and Wen Chu also slowly woke up feeling the warm sucking sensation.

He looked at Xiu, and his face instantly turned red.

“Father…”

Xiu reached out and pinched his mouth: “You’re not allowed to call me Father anymore.”

“Oh.” Wen Chu felt like his face was about to burn, and dizzily changed his words, “Mother.”

Xiu pinched his face angrily: “Nonsense.”

Wen Chu was pinched aggrievedly, his ears drooped down, looking at Xiu’s belly and whispering: “But you’re pregnant, you are the mother-father of our baby.”

Xiu was shocked: “Pregnant??”

Leaving aside how Wen Chu saw it, he simply didn’t have that function, how could he get pregnant?

Wen Chu touched his belly and said matter-of-factly: “Yes, look, our baby is three months old.”

Xiu’s first reaction was that Wen Chu was talking nonsense. Just as he wanted to retort that wasn’t it all your seed, his gaze suddenly fixed on the side of Wen Chu’s ears.

Wen Chu’s hair and ears were white. He was too panicked when he woke up just now and didn’t look carefully.

So that Xiu only discovered now.

On both sides of Wen Chu’s cheeks, two fluffy rabbit ears had appeared.

Wen Chu was in heat.