Chapter 5: Kiss Me, Kiss Me
Liang Yuhang’s brow twitched upon hearing this. His fingers tightened for a second as he watched the other’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of red.
A pair of beautiful eyes misted over, holding a hint of suppressed pleasure—he seemed to be enjoying it.
Liang Yuhang keenly picked up on the fact that this so-called “punishment” felt more like a “reward” to him.
I must be overthinking it, he thought. Mu Feng is so simple; he shouldn’t be the kind of Omega who plays these kinds of kinky games.
Liang Yuhang relaxed his grip. “If there’s a next time, I’m switching people.”
Not getting the expected result, Mu Feng felt a bit regretful. “Alright, I’ll be good.”
Liang Yuhang’s experience from raising a cat told him that the more they pretended to be good, the more likely they were to cause trouble. Mumu often stayed quiet for half an hour while he worked, only to push a water cup off the desk the moment he looked away.
He glanced at the other coolly. “You’d better be.”
Mu Feng reached out to him, his palm scorching hot from the fever. “If I accidentally offend you next time, don’t replace me. Just spank my palm. How about twenty times?”
Liang Yuhang looked at his spread fingers, the joints flushed pink, and his brow twitched again.
The suspicion he had just suppressed floated up faintly again. He immediately condemned himself—thinking such dirty thoughts about a kid was too sinful.
He tapped the other’s palm lightly, using no force. “What is there to hit? Go to the hospital if you’re sick.”
Mu Feng felt delighted by this brief second of contact and came to a conclusion.
I can’t initiate touch with him, but he can touch me. This was Liang Yuhang’s standard of interaction—extremely double-standard.
Jiang Yuan looked at the two of them and felt that something was one hundred thousand percent wrong. “So weird. Really weird.”
“Punish my ass. This guy is really burning up; he’s talking nonsense. I’m taking him to the hospital.” Jiang Yuan reached out to rescue the person from Liang Yuhang’s demonic claws, speaking with heartache. “I told you to pick a different mentor. He’s bullying you on the first day; what will happen in the future?”
Mu Feng was dragged out of the lab and stuffed into the car, speaking the truth in his dizzy state: “I’m willing.”
Jiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly and stepped on the gas. “We need to get a brain CT. The brain is definitely broken.”
He knew without a hospital checkup; it was a complication from the injection. Mu Feng had self-taught himself pharmaceutics and mechanics before university—naturally, completed during those sleepless nights hidden beneath his playboy facade. The Mu family didn’t need a shrewd Mu Feng, so he became the stupidest one, just as they wished.
“Let’s not do the scan. What if it exposes that my IQ is only sixty?” Mu Feng lowered his head with a smile and had the pet voice button set he custom-ordered earlier sent to Liang Yuhang.
Jiang Yuan ignored him and turned on the center console to report to Lu Zhuo. “Yeah, Mu Feng is in the hospital again. I’ll stay with him tonight.”
Mu Feng didn’t need anyone to stay with him.
Having overly strong spiritual power often caused abnormalities. He was used to it. After the IV drip, he chased the person away.
Compared to home, he was more used to staying in the lab; it felt enclosed and safe.
His phone vibrated. He received a transfer of a large sum of money from his biological mother.
Mu Feng toyed with a test tube and called back. “Why transfer money to me?”
“It’s my turn to attend the banquet with your dad today. I ran into Lu Zhuo, and he said you had an episode again.” Her voice was very soft, as if afraid of being overheard. “Didn’t we say you should go to the hospital less?”
Mu Feng gave a hum of acknowledgment. “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”
“Be good. You just started university, don’t draw attention to yourself.”
“Aren’t you going to ask how high my fever…”
“Your dad is coming. Hanging up now. Talk later.” The call cut off abruptly.
Mu Feng lowered his eyes, looking at the call history, and curled his lips very slightly.
The fever hadn’t subsided yet, but he felt cold. The hand holding the reagent hesitated for half a second before stabbing it cleanly into his arm.
I want a hug. Now.
The sensation was more distinct this time. He could feel the spiritual power diffusing through his nerves, like falling into the dark night and suddenly seeing a ball of light.
Sure enough, his accidental experiment had made his wish come true.
When his vision cleared, he felt his paw being grabbed and controlled to press a button.
“Kiss me. Kiss me.”
The round button emitted a voice.
Liang Yuhang: “……….”
Was there something wrong with the custom voice buttons Mu Feng sent? They were quite perverted.
Would a normal cat use this command?
He reached out and randomly tested a few others. Instantly, the mechanical sounds of “Kiss me,” “Take a bath,” and “Sleep together” rang out in a messy, chaotic chorus across the room.
“Are these buttons of yours serious?” Liang Yuhang slid open his phone and sent a voice message to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng half-squatted on the ground, letting out a small cat sigh.
Sigh, Teacher Liang sent a message proactively for the first time, and I can’t even reply.
Liang Yuhang waited a while. Seeing no movement from the other side, he brought over a toolset, planning to dismantle the voice device and reset it.
“No!” Mu Feng panicked. He lunged forward in a stride, swearing to defend his benefits to the death.
“What? You like it?” Liang Yuhang raised an eyebrow.
“Duh. I made them with my own hands; of course, they follow my preferences.” Mu Feng was already in a bad mood, so he cursed and swore in cat language.
Liang Yuhang heard a string of angry meows and more or less understood a bit. “You want it that much? Fine, keep it.”
Mu Feng pressed his paw on the orange button, slamming it obsessively. “Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.”
Liang Yuhang reached out and dismantled that specific button, utterly ruthless. “This one is a no.”
Mu Feng: ?????
Isn’t this guy only hateful towards humans? What’s wrong with kissing a cat? What’s wrong? What’s wrong?
Liang Yuhang tested the other buttons, confirmed there were no outrageous requests, and granted his benevolence. “The others are fine.”
Mu Feng turned around, adopting a very aloof posture, which actually just meant aiming his round, chubby butt at him. He was angry.
Liang Yuhang smiled. For some reason, he felt Mumu seemed much more lively than before, like a child throwing a tantrum.
He placed a can of cat food nearby and tapped it with his fingertip. “Your favorite.”
Mu Feng had never eaten cat food in his life. Absolutely not.
He wrinkled his nose and didn’t move a muscle. I’d rather starve to death.
Liang Yuhang checked the time on his wrist and said to him, “Ten minutes. If you don’t eat, I’m taking it away.”
Mu Feng pressed his head against the wall and didn’t make a sound. Even if this fat cat starved to death, he wouldn’t eat a single bite.
Liang Yuhang put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, left the cat to the side, and went back to work. Extremely heartless.
Mu Feng was definitely not someone to sit and wait for death. He looked around the room and discovered the robot 0717, which was dutifully scooping the litter box in the living room. Short legs, short neck—a round, fat penguin. So he rolled over sneakily and crashed into the other’s calf, which was the same height as him.
“Meow—” A very fake, miserable cat cry.
“He’s faking a crash!!!” 0717 accused bluntly, then turned its head and crashed back into him very aggressively. “He is a bad cat!!!”
Mu Feng: ???
How does Liang Yuhang’s bot take after its boss? Just as toxic-mouthed, just as violent.
Mu Feng hated that he couldn’t speak right now; otherwise, he would have debated with it for eight hundred rounds. At this moment, he could only lie on the floor and whimper twice.
This time he wasn’t faking it. The impact just now was too hard; it really hurt.
He was already annoyed after the call with his mom.
Lying on his back with all four paws in the air, he suddenly didn’t want to play this cat game anymore. The excitement of the first night was gone. Mu Feng wanted to change back.
“0717, you’re noisy,” Liang Yuhang said, turning his head.
Mu Feng: “…………”
Liang Yuhang took off the glasses on his nose, reached out, and cut the power to the noisy 0717, forcibly muting it.
Then he scooped the cat up from the floor. “Did it really hurt?”
Through the cat fur, his palm sensed the heat. “You’re a bit hot.”
Mu Feng didn’t want to acknowledge him, but he felt his spine being stroked very lightly. It was a lingering tenderness that was completely inconsistent with Liang Yuhang himself.
After being given the cold shoulder, this soothing touch gave him a strange thrill that made his back shiver and his limbs tense up.
It felt like the emotions he had suppressed all day finally found an outlet after being stifled.
“It just really hurts,” Mu Feng gritted his teeth mentally. “Everyone bullies me.”
Just as he thought this, he felt the back of his neck being cupped. He was forced to look up at the other person.
The light suddenly dimmed, and something touched the space between his eyebrows very lightly.
Belatedly, he realized Liang Yuhang had kissed his forehead.
The Liang Yuhang who always meant what he said actually broke his rule.
“Didn’t you say that wasn’t an option?” Mu Feng mumbled to himself.
Wrapped in the man’s scent, he felt like he was going to melt from that feather-light kiss on his brow. His breathing quickened, and his back trembled.
Liang Yuhang rubbed the back of his neck, as if comforting him after the neglect. “So you were sick. That’s why you were aggrieved and throwing a tantrum. Poor thing.”
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