Ambiguity
Bai Maomao rubbed with just the right amount of pressure, warm steam rising from the flowing water. Xiao Hei curled up his two front legs and lay down.
The bathwater had just barely covered his body.
He found a comfortable angle and rested his head against Bai Maomao’s chest.
Bai Maomao felt a little ticklish from the rubbing.
He gently pushed his head away, but it didn’t budge.
So he resigned himself to continuing to scrub him.
Xiao Hei squinted his eyes in enjoyment, a comfortable purring sound coming from his throat.
His usually icy beast eyes were unusually gentle, reflecting the shimmering waterlight—a tenderness he couldn’t hide.
“Awooo!”
Xiao Hei stretched his neck and let out a long howl.
His lying body stretched out, his black fur soaked by the water and clinging tightly to his form, outlining his well-proportioned figure.
A hazy glow radiated from his body, wrapping around him completely.
Bai Maomao stood there dumbfounded, his hands covered in foam.
The faint glow quickly dissipated.
But in the water, the black-furred wolf was gone.
Bai Maomao was speechless.
Lang Junxian smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, his tall and strong body cramped in the bathtub, but he didn’t care.
He hooked Bai Maomao’s chin and teased, “Scared stiff?”
Bai Maomao let out an “Awooo” and pounced into his arms, laughing and crying, rubbing his face on Lang Junxian’s chest nonstop.
“I really thought you couldn’t change back.”
Lang Junxian soothed him along his back.
His broad chest perfectly enveloped the small Bai Maomao.
“I just came back.”
“Mm.”
Bai Maomao struggled shyly to climb out of his arms, his eyes still a bit red, cheeks flushed with a faint pink.
“I’ll go tell A Mu.”
Saying that, he darted toward the door.
Lang Junxian chuckled softly and pulled him back into his embrace.
“Finish your bath first.”
Bai Maomao lay in his arms, his face suddenly burning red.
He hadn’t realized earlier that neither of them was wearing clothes.
He was at least still wearing his shorts, but Lang Junxian had just returned to human form—wearing absolutely nothing!
Bai Maomao’s eyes uncontrollably flicked downward, landing right on the little black thing below.
Bai Maomao: So big!
I really am not jealous at all!
Bai Maomao was still dazed, but Lang Junxian didn’t care.
He scooped him up completely and placed him between his legs.
The little white and little black were instantly face to face.
Bai Maomao: ……………..
No comparison, no harm.
“What are you spacing out for?”
Xiao Hei’s low voice whispered in his ear.
Bai Maomao shivered and moved back nervously, shaking his head hard.
Lang Junxian chuckled softly and deliberately leaned closer, the inkiness in his eyes deepening.
“Miss me?”
“Y-yes…”
Bai Maomao felt like a fledgling bird facing the vast world, scared yet unwilling to bow his head.
He fidgeted nervously and stubbornly said, “What’s there to miss? You’ve always been here.”
“But I missed you a lot,” Lang Junxian blinked, looking deep into his eyes, his voice hooking him, “Very much.”
Bai Maomao patted the water’s surface with his hands, trying to break the strange atmosphere and forcibly changing the subject.
“Dinner’s almost ready. Let’s hurry and finish up.”
“Mm,” Lang Junxian replied softly, suddenly reaching out to pinch his earlobe.
The pale earlobe flushed pink, soft and fleshy to the touch.
Bai Maomao reflexively covered his ear and jumped up like his butt was on fire.
“I’m done!”
Today, Xiao Hei was acting strangely!
A low chuckle came from behind.
Bai Maomao wrapped himself in a towel and ran out like a rabbit.
Lang Junxian lingeringly twirled his fingers, still feeling the warm touch left on them.
He gently kissed his fingertips, his expression full of deep affection.
Actually, his memories had already fully returned.
It was just that the atavism consumed so much spiritual power that he was forcibly stuck in his juvenile form.
The juvenile body was not imposing at all—actually kind of silly.
Thinking about the stupid things he’d done, Lang Junxian had just been playing dumb until now.
But juveniles had their advantages too.
The likes and dislikes of beasts were expressed instinctively—purer and more straightforward.
During his adult years, the desire stirring inside finally made him realize his own feelings.
He liked Bai Maomao, wanted to possess him, to pin him down.
This longing had been painfully suppressed, growing stronger day by day, almost bursting him apart.
Until today, seeing his utterly defenseless and delicious beloved, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
But he might have been too eager and scared him off.
Lang Junxian’s lips curved slightly.
He stood up and leisurely wiped the water off his body, changing into pajamas and preparing to find Bai Maomao.
Bai Maomao was blushing and his heart pounding, still restless in the living room.
He paced around, drawing curious glances from Su Yao.
“Sit down properly. You’re making me dizzy with all that pacing.”
Bai Maomao awkwardly sat down, but after a while, he couldn’t help standing and pacing again!
Extremely restless!
Lang Junxian came out and saw Bai Maomao spinning in circles.
He pressed his lips together and adjusted his expression.
Then he affectionately wrapped his arms around Bai Maomao’s neck, face serious, “Butt hurting?”
“Huh?”
Bai Maomao was momentarily confused, not catching his dry joke, only feeling his already restless heart thumping even faster, wanting to punch someone!
“Why are you running in circles all over the place? Can’t sit still for a moment.”
Lang Junxian shook his head and pulled him down to sit properly on the sofa, forcibly holding him by his side.
Bai Maomao fidgeted anxiously, trying to scoot away a little.
“Sit still. Don’t move.”
Lang Junxian rubbed his head with a helpless look.
“Dinner will be ready soon.”
“………..”
Bai Maomao felt very aggrieved.
Today was Lang Junxian’s birthday.
Su Yao had prepared a big table full of dishes.
The four of them sat together, chatting as they ate.
Most of the time, Su Yao asked questions and Lang Junxian answered, while Bai Maomao and Rong Xiao ate heartily.
Bai Maomao didn’t even lift his head as he ate, but his ears stood tall, his little eyes darting around.
Lang Junxian pretended not to notice and took the chance between answering A Mu’s questions to sneak him some food.
By the end of the meal, Su Yao and Lang Junxian hadn’t eaten much; the entire table was cleaned up by Bai Maomao and Rong Xiao.
Rong Xiao complained of a bloated stomach to Su Yao.
She gave him some digestive tablets and, still worried, took him downstairs for a walk to help digestion.
Bai Maomao was sulking.
“You can even stuff yourself silly eating a meal!”
Lang Junxian turned Bai Maomao’s sorrowful little face back from the door.
“You ate quite a bit yourself.”
Bai Maomao rubbed his round, bulging belly, speechless.
“Bloated? I’ll rub it for you.”
“No,” Bai Maomao pouted and instinctively moved away a bit.
Xiao Hei’s human form was just too weird.
Lang Junxian whistled disappointedly and changed the subject.
The stubborn Bai Maomao was soon distracted.
It wasn’t until bedtime that Bai Maomao belatedly realized they were still sleeping in the same bed!
No matter how far you run, you can’t escape the monastery!
Bai Maomao was puzzled.
They used to sleep together with no strange thoughts.
Lang Junxian watched him slowly unbutton his clothes, looking like he wanted to be picked up and firmly rubbed all over.
Suppressing the eighteen-plus thoughts swirling in his mind, he urged, “Come up quickly. The floor’s cold.”
“Oh.”
Bai Maomao grudgingly climbed into bed, cautiously clutching the corner of the quilt and lying on the edge, leaving a wide gap between him and Lang Junxian!
He turned his back to Lang Junxian and breathed out softly, finally shaking off the weird feeling.
But before he could take a few more breaths of fresh air, Lang Junxian caught him by the waist and pulled him into his arms.
Their backs and chests pressed together, thighs touching, tightly snuggled like a big and small teddy bear, fitting perfectly.
Bai Maomao could even feel the distinct presence of Xiao Hei’s “that”!
“What are you doing!”
Bai Maomao panicked and struggled like a modest lady being teased.
“Sleeping.”
Lang Junxian inwardly thrilled, but kept a serious face, looking at Bai Maomao like he was the abnormal one.
“Didn’t we always sleep like this before? What’s wrong with you today? Acting all strange.”
Bai Maomao was silenced by the counterattack, feeling both wronged and helpless.
In his heart, he was fuming.
Clearly, you’re the one who’s abnormal!
So angry!
Wanted to punch someone!
Bai Maomao was rendered speechless, sulking in Lang Junxian’s arms, secretly poking the little villain inside his heart.
After getting mad…he fell asleep.
Lang Junxian watched his peacefully sleeping, snoring form, his heart melting completely.
He kissed the tip of Bai Maomao’s nose—sweet and painful—and fell asleep.