Chapter 59: Do You Want It?
A birdcage?
This was highly damaging and extremely insulting to her!
Su Miantang didn’t understand why everyone who entered her home had to express disgust at how small it was. Please, this was a four-story mega-villa. On Earth, it would start at tens of millions at least. These interstellar beastmen were way too extravagant!
However, with his noble status, he wasn’t just any ordinary citizen. It was normal for him to find it lacking…
“It might be a bit small, but calling it a birdcage is going too far, isn’t it? You lived here happily with me for nearly a month.”
“Mhm, it was quite pleasant. Even the bed collapsed.”
Su Miantang: “…The bed collapsed because you slept on it.”
“I know.”
“It’s not as sturdy as you.”
“It collapsed, and you still…”
Aslan curled his lips, looking at her with profound meaning. Su Miantang’s temple throbbed.
Stop! Just what would it take to make him believe that they really hadn’t slept together?
“Want to go see my residence?”
“Um…”
Su Miantang hesitated for a moment, feeling like he was deliberately showing off.
After all, rumor had it that the Gransmormer Manor was even more luxurious than the royal palace.
“Sure, but are you certain you want to go completely naked like this, without putting on any clothes first?”
If she continued conversing with him while he was stark naked like this, she would genuinely start to feel like she had stolen his purity.
“Susu, order clothes for me.”
The despised someone felt no shame, but rather took pride in it. He opened his arms towards her, fully displaying his robust physique and terrifying proportions without leaving anything to the imagination.
Su Miantang quickly covered her eyes.
“My size… you know it best.”
He deliberately emphasized the last few words, his soft chuckle brimming with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Su Miantang was truly like a mute eating bitter melon—unable to voice her grievances.
She wasn’t, she didn’t, she knew nothing. Stop falsely accusing people!
Since her optical computer was broken by him, she could only wave over Xiao Mi to order men’s clothing on it. Relying on her impression from peeking for half the day, she selected the size of a top-tier European/American male model.
Before the merchant delivered the clothes to the door, she firmly wrapped him in her own bedsheet. Otherwise, if she kept looking, she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t get a nosebleed like he did before.
The bedsheet was a tender, pastel pink. She thought he would resist.
Unexpectedly, he quietly stared at her the entire time without even blinking, as if he thoroughly enjoyed her care. This appearance couldn’t help but remind her of when he was an obedient little tiger, and she subconsciously asked, “You’ve slept for so long, you must be hungry, right? Should I get you something to eat?”
When she mentioned ‘eat,’ Aslan’s gaze subconsciously glanced at the milk bottle in the distance.
This subtle expression was observed by Su Miantang.
Did he still have some memory fragments left in his mind? Or was it a conditioned reflex? If she did some things from before and showed him some things from before, could it help him recover his memory?
“Do you want to drink bottled milk? I’ll mix it for you.”
“Do you take me for a three-year-old milk baby?” Aslan raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting wickedly from the milk bottle to her towering, alluring chest. “I don’t want to drink bottled milk, but yours… I can.”
Su Miantang: “…” Hehe, there was no longer a pure and innocent little tiger here, only a grown man with pitch-black thoughts!
No, the former little tiger couldn’t be described as pure and innocent either; he also had this special hobby. She could only say he had always been a lustful tiger!
“Then do you want to play with toys?”
She shook the three cat teaser wands in her hand. Aslan narrowed his long, narrow eyes. “Do you take me for a sick cat?”
“Tsk, I wonder which tiger used to have so much fun playing with them, biting the corner of my clothes every day begging me to play with him.”
She accidentally voiced her inner complaints out loud. Aslan made a move to throw off the bedsheet and get up. “Do you need this King to reveal his true form?”
“No, no, no, that won’t be necessary.”
She hurriedly waved her hands and picked up a cat scratching board.
“Then what about this? A cat scratching board, to help you sharpen your nails?”
In the past, he liked this activity the most.
Cat scratching board?
Aslan stared at the heart-shaped scratching board, as if falling into some kind of memory. His long, slender fingers unconsciously gripped the bedsheet.
“Do you want it or not?”
Su Miantang saw a trace of loosening in his eyes and immediately felt a spark of hope.
“If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”
Her voice was incredibly seductive, so seductive that the man poked a hole right through the bedsheet.
He really did like it!
Memory and form might change, but his true nature would not.
Did he remember something through this cat scratching board?
Su Miantang curled her lips smugly. Just as she was about to walk over, she saw his fingertips slowly release the bedsheet. His tone was indifferent yet wicked. “Susu bought so many cub supplies, are you preparing to raise our children?”
Su Miantang froze instantly. “…” She shouldn’t have done something so unnecessary!
“You’re overthinking.”
She retracted her smile, put the cat scratching board back into the storage cabinet, and picked up a red object inside. It seemed this wasn’t needed anymore either.
She was just about to close the door.
Aslan teleported over and sharp-eyed picked up that bright red bow tie from just now. “What is this?”
“This is a gift I prepared to give you earlier.”
“Because you really like butterfly orchids, I hand-made a suit bow tie following the flower’s shape. However… it probably can’t be used now.”
The grand Lord General could have whatever he wanted; how could he possibly care for a small bow tie she casually made? It could only be buried as a beautiful memory.
She was just about to take it back when Aslan suddenly held it up high. “It’s quite special.”
“Really?”
He likes it?
“Really.”
“What’s special about it?”
She looked at him with a face full of expectation. Aslan pondered for a moment. “It’s especially… ugly.”
“You!”
Su Miantang couldn’t help but use a backscratcher to fiercely scratch him once.
This was something she specifically took time out of her busy schedule to carefully sew, stitch by stitch, minute by minute. Because she wasn’t good at needlework, she ruined several versions and even pricked her fingers before finally presenting this perfect work.
And he actually said it was especially ugly!
If her little sweetie received it, it would definitely be so happy it would roll around in her arms!
She turned around, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore.
After quite a while, she belatedly realized that she had actually scratched the Empire’s War God. Before his vindictiveness arose and he twisted her head off, she prepared to apologize. Turning around, she discovered…
The man was holding that red bow tie up to his nose, his eyes slightly closed, with a deep expression, sniffing it as if intoxicated.
That look was a bit like a pervert!
“?” She was instantly stunned. “W-What are you doing?”
Aslan slightly opened his eyes, as if he had been interrupted while doing something bad. His gaze was still a bit hazy. “This King smells that it seems to be a bit moldy. Has it been kept for too long?”
“…”
Su Miantang ground her teeth, wanting to scratch him again!
She thought he was the one who was moldy!
“Ding dong—”
The doorbell rang. It should be the person delivering the clothes. She had no time to bother with him and hurriedly went to receive the package.
Aslan watched her back, a supremely beautiful smile overflowing from the corners of his lips as he enjoyably brought that bow tie to his nose tip again.
So fragrant, so fragrant.
It was completely filled with the little female’s charming scent. Smelling it almost made him stand up.
Glossary
- Like a mute eating bitter melon (啞巴吃黃連): A common Chinese idiom describing someone who is forced to suffer in silence, unable to voice their grievances.
- Xiao Mi (小蜜): Literally “Little Honey,” the name of the AI assistant or app on her optical computer.
- This King (本王): An arrogant, regal pronoun Aslan uses to refer to himself, emphasizing his high status.
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