Chapter 039 (1/2)
The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant
Translator: Jury
Editor: NomNom
First Published on Chaleuria
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Chapter Thirty-nine
Su Yuyang was woken by his hunger. His mind was clear but he didn’t open his eyes. He reached out to rub his stomach, which made a timely sound of protest.
“Xiao Miao, is breakfast ready?” Su Yuyang called out to ask out of habit, but he didn’t get the reply he expected.
“Xiao Miao?” Su Yuyang yelled more forcefully for Ling Miao, then suddenly felt something wriggle in his arms. He’d just woken up and hadn’t quite gotten his bearings yet, and only after several seconds did he realize something wasn’t right.
Su Yuyang opened his eyes, and adjusted to the light before looking down at himself. He lowered his head and saw a black pile of fluff, then some human ears, and lower… because it was under his body, he couldn’t see very well, but he could guess who he was holding—aside from Ling Miao, Su Yuyang couldn’t think of anyone else who’d be in his house at this time.
“Ling Miao, why’re you in my bed?” Su Yuyang wondered, then suddenly something seemed to jolt his brain. He took his hands off Ling Miao, jumped out of bed and checked his body, then looked Ling Miao over from head to toe.
Whoo–-as Su Yuyang confirmed that he hadn’t done anything to Ling Miao, his tightly wound heart slowly began to relax.
Su Yuyang exhaled heavily and waited for his emotions to calm down completely before he tried to wake Ling Miao.
“Xiao Miao, rise and shine,” Su Yuyang said coldly.
Ling Miao rolled over and ignored Su Yuyang.
“Get up, I know you’re awake.” Su Yuyang’s voice got colder. Ling Miao curled up and clutched the blanket tighter around himself.
Seeing the situation, a smile surfaced on Su Yuyang’s lips: “Ling Miao, do you like my bed so much? If you do, then you might as well move in and sleep with me. This bed is pretty big and can totally handle two men.”
Hearing Su Yuyang’s teasing, Ling Miao rolled over on the bed and stuck his head out from underneath the blanket. Ling Miao had thought Su Yuyang would definitely be laughing, but instead he saw Su Yuyang’s face was serious with a hint of thoughtfulness, as if considering the plausibility of his own suggestion.
Ling Miao lowered his voice and cursed, “Fuck, I’d rather sleep on the floor than share a bed with you.”
“You’re worried I’ll do something to you?” Su Yuyang said, somewhat aggrieved.
Ling Miao said dismissively: “Tcheh, what can you do to me? Be careful I don’t break all your limbs.” Ling Miao raised his hand and made a chopping motion, while Su Yuyang played along and clapped his hand over a certain part of his body.
“Hey, you didn’t need to do that, did you?” Ling Miao was speechless at Su Yuyang’s actions.
Su Yuyang retorted, “You said you’d break all my limbs, right? I just played along.”
“Get out!”
“It’s always ‘get out,’ you think I’m a ball? I can’t roll, but you seem pretty happy to roll around on my bed.¹ Why don’t you get rid of that blanket and give me a demonstration?” Su Yuyang’s face suddenly loomed large in front of Ling Miao, who looked at the face genuinely requesting instruction and suddenly he couldn’t find the words to reject Su Yuyang’s request.
“Xiao Miao, you really like my blanket that much?” Su Yuyang suddenly looked at Ling Miao with an unreadable expression. “You’re not worried that my bodily fluids are on it?”
Ling Miao suddenly remembered: Su Yuyang had asked him a similar question before, and at that time he’d replied to Su Yuyang with that line. Now Su Yuyang was using his own words against him.
“I can’t win this argument.” Ling Miao, like an eggplant touched by frost, glared at Su Yuyang and emerged from the blanket.
Once Ling Miao emerged from the blanket, Su Yuyang’s gaze was drawn to a certain biological reaction and he realized why Ling Miao hadn’t been willing to come out from the blanket.
“That…” Su Yuyang embarrassedly lowered his head, but his shaking shoulders indicated clearly to Ling Miao: I’m laughing. I’m very nearly laughing out loud.
Two red clouds floated to the surface of Ling Miao’s cheeks. He glanced at a very proud something, then raced for the bedroom door.
Su Yuyang didn’t go out. He was worried he’d hear something he shouldn’t.
He fell back on the bed. The blanket still held Ling Miao’s residual warmth and Su Yuyang’s fingers moved over the blanket cover. Feng Ji’s words surfaced unbidden, then Su Yuyang forcibly crushed them. Su Yuyang had always thought his brain volume was pretty small, so where too many things were concerned, he wouldn’t think about things unless he absolutely needed to, in order not to start too many processes in his brain and accidentally trigger a blue screen of death.
Finding someone to live with—was something that needed to happen by chance, not by design.
If Feng Ji were here, he’d give Su Yuyang a good lecture: “Your social circle isn’t even as big as your palm! If you want to meet people, you have to be able to meet people first, right?”
Su Yuyang tossed aside Feng Ji’s question, and another question appeared: When did Ling Miao get into my bed?
“Su Yuyang, come and eat,” Ling Miao lifted his head and shouted.
“Coming,” Su Yuyang answered, but he didn’t move.
By the time Ling Miao finished laying the dishes on the table, Su Yuyang still hadn’t emerged from his room. Ling Miao opened Su Yuyang’s bedroom door and saw Su Yuyang haltingly stroking his blanket. He couldn’t help laughing: “Su-ge, do you want my blanket too?”
Su Yuyang’s brain short-circuited. Seeing Ling Miao’s gaze fall on his hand, he suddenly understood.
Su Yuyang said disdainfully: “It’s not like I don’t have my own blanket. Let’s go eat.”
Ling Miao seemed to still have something to say, so Su Yuyang cut him off. Ling Miao shrugged and watched Su Yuyang’s fleeing silhouette, smiling somewhat in satisfaction.