APUTFFZG Chapter 37.1

Translator: Deyonna

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After studying the information projected by the terminal several times over, Ye Er confirmed that he had fully grasped it.

He turned off the terminal and tossed it aside, then patted the sofa next to him.

"Come over."

Xi Ze, who had been tending to the plants on the balcony, stiffened.

He set aside what he was holding but didn't sit on the sofa as told. Instead, he half knelt in front of the male zerg.

The floor was already covered with a thick, soft carpet. The snow-white wool was soft and dense enough to cover the male zerg's fair instep and supportive enough to cushion the wound on his knee.

"Come up on the sofa?"

Ye Er rubbed Xi Ze's head, which was resting on his knee. "Your leg isn't fully healed yet."

But Xi Ze didn't comply. He only raised his golden eyes to look at him, his voice a little strained. "...It'll get dirty."

During this time, the male zerg had been keen on practicing different methods of mental guidance, often pinning him down on the sofa or carpet and going through everything from the inside out, and they had rolled from the sofa onto the carpet quite a few times.

The sofa had no self-cleaning function, but the carpet did, and they always ended up rolling onto the carpet anyway.

It was simply better to start on the floor from the beginning, and after some experimenting, this face-to-face position had turned out to be the most suitable.

"What does it matter? Just have 015 take it and wash it."

"Male Lord."

Xi Ze called to him but didn't go on. He reached out tentatively and stroked his calf, his little finger hooking onto a bit of the pant leg.

After spending time together, Ye Er had figured out a bit of his temperament.

Like now, he insisted on his own choice, and now and then he would call out and say nothing more, an extremely subtle way of being coquettish, wanting a comforting pat.

Ye Er narrowed his eyes and, for once, chose not to respond.

Xi Ze waited a while, and when no comfort came, he stopped looking at him and lowered his gaze to study the patterns on the carpet.

Ye Er fished a hair tie out of his pocket. His lips tugged into a faint smile, and he stopped teasing. "All right, come a little closer."

"Your hair seems to be getting a bit long. It keeps covering your eyes."

He stretched the hair tie open with three fingers and touched Xi Ze's head with the other hand as he leaned closer. He combed his fingers through Xi Ze's hair a few times, gathered a small tuft, and tied it into a little ponytail, not too tight and not too loose.

"Ha." He fiddled with the little tuft and chuckled softly, his tone rising at the end. "Look, a little tail."

Invisible strands of mental power gathered in the air and began to change shape at the male zerg's will, winding around those slender fingertips and teasing the little tuft of hair with intimacy.

His fingers pinched the roots and wound the smooth strands around his hand in circles, then slowly smoothed them from root to tip.

"......!"

Xi Ze's body suddenly trembled. By conditioned reflex, he raised a hand but stopped short of instinctively pressing down on that wrist. Instead, he settled for the next best thing and pressed down on the male zerg's thigh, his fingers curling tightly around the fabric.

Ye Er lowered his eyelashes and chuckled softly.

That warm mental power felt like budding bamboo shoots, crackling as they grew and burst into bloom within flesh and blood.

The sensation of being invaded by an entirely different mental power was intense and vivid. No matter how many times it happened, he could never get used to it.

It was like being slowly peeled open layer by layer, with the bright red flesh and clear meridians inside laid bare, every vulnerable organ seen, and his own heart's vigorous pulse watched—

It was even worse than that. It reached those unbearable, shameful, incomparably secret yet fragile places.

The male zerg was originally quite mild-tempered, but it was unclear whether he had been led astray by this period of "mixing" or his true nature had simply been uncovered, because he was growing more and more mischievous.

It wasn't a big deal, but it was a bit troublesome for the female zerg.

"Since you have a tail, you should be able to make an 'awoo awoo' sound too, right? Let me hear you."

Having never experienced this kind of coquettish coercion, Xi Ze couldn't get angry at all and could only swallow the "consequences" of his unrestrained indulgence.

"I can't..."

He shook his head in refusal, his eyes red, his voice caught in his throat. "I don't have a tail..."

"How can you not? Then what's this?"

It was clearly only the ends of his hair, but it felt as if a real little tail had grown out, sensitive, delicate, soft, and weak, trembling timidly under those nimble fingers' teasing.

"...Mm, Male Lord! Don't... do this."

When it was stroked, an unbearable tingling spread from the top of his head to his toes, as if it were drilling out of the gaps between his bones and invading deep inside his body.

"This tail is subpar..."

Ye Er felt the damp, warm breath on the side of his leg and reached out to press down on the female zerg's shoulder.

At the same time, the fingers of his other hand slipped under the hair tie and rubbed circles around the most sensitive roots, flicking back and forth rhythmically, until the corners of Xi Ze's eyes reddened slightly.

The male zerg chuckled softly and leaned down to whisper in Xi Ze's ear. "It still needs my help to wag back and forth. So silly."

This is really crazy.

Xi Ze rested his forehead against the male zerg's thigh, his mind blank, his chest visibly heaving as he tried to relieve the suffocation from the rush of blood.

His heart pounded like a drum, and his back was soaked with sweat as if he had just finished an intense training session, but it felt different from that.

After a battle, at most one felt tired, but this was nothing like that. Half his body felt completely limp, as if all the muscles had been soaked in honey and filled to the brim with sweet, sticky syrup, leaving him utterly powerless.

Along with this unfamiliar sensation came an uncontrollable panic.

Because... the mental guidance hadn't even truly begun yet.

Xi Ze closed his eyes for a moment and reached out to grip Ye Er's wrist. His hand still trembled slightly, but he pulled that hand down with a mix of firmness and gentleness.

Finally free, he swayed. He could no longer hold his half-kneeling position and barely propped himself up against the floor to keep from falling.

His voice was a little hoarse. "Let's begin... stop playing around."

Ye Er's hand paused in midair. He wasn't displeased at being interrupted. He only gave Xi Ze a thoughtful look.

The female zerg probably didn't realize what his expression looked like right now.

A layer of fine sweat beads glistened on his forehead and the tip of his nose. His once cold, piercing gaze now shimmered with moisture, like a sunset reflected on the rippling surface of water.

The broad stretch of skin from his ears to his neck had flushed a faint red. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed fast, his expression one of extreme shame and embarrassment.

Was he really this sensitive?

His reactions during estrus hadn't seemed this intense before...

Ye Er thought for a moment about what he had just done. It didn't seem like anything...

In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind.

Was it because of what he had casually said earlier? Did Xi Ze really have such a thin skin?

He felt as if he had discovered a new world. A faint light flickered in the depths of his dark eyes, and his mental power twisted excitedly between his fingers. Without waiting for the female zerg to fully regain his composure, he whispered, "Come here."

Xi Ze's spine tightened. He raised his head to look at him. Even with droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes, his brow and eyes were full of restraint and control.

"Male Lord... can we do the mental guidance the way we did before?"

It was unclear what Ye Er had learned about mental guidance, but it was obviously nothing good.

Even when his skills had been clumsy, the female zerg hadn't been able to handle it, let alone now, with the upgraded version he was using so skillfully.

Ye Er narrowed his eyes and smiled, the soft, lovely curve of his peach blossom eyes lifting upward.

"But Doctor Xie advised more mental guidance and more physical contact and encouragement. I think it's better to follow medical advice."

Xie. Zhao!

For the first time, Xi Ze remembered the name of the junior of the Xie family so clearly.

But he understood that the root of the problem wasn't that female zerg. At most, he had merely handed the fuse to the male zerg in front of him.

And then... boom!

Everything spiraled out of control.

Before, Ye Er had fully carried out a policy of raising him alongside healing him. Now it was an intermittent policy of pampering, unrefined but delicate.

Whenever Xi Ze sat on the sofa, Ye Er would come over the moment he saw him and release his mental power to do something improper. Then there would be a session of rubbing, until Xi Ze felt hot and soft all over and collapsed onto the sofa.

Perhaps even the male zerg himself didn't know about the extremely strong side hidden in his personality, a stubbornness that was unusually persistent about whatever he had set his mind to.

Usually he kept quiet beneath a warm, humble exterior that wouldn't make other zergs uncomfortable. But when that side of him surfaced, almost no zerg dared to defy him.

He was like a persistent, gentle, soft whip, yet also an autocratic monarch.

Ye Er tried to reason with him. "This is different from last time. I heard the effects will be even better."

"I looked up the information. Rebuilding a mental landscape carries great risks. Even if it succeeds, you can't relax. Follow-up therapy and recovery are especially important. It takes more guidance than the original landscape, to wash away the dirt that has built up deep inside..."

He sounded like someone persuading a dirty puppy to take a bath and troubled by its unwillingness.

"Why resist? You're clearly quite comfortable."

The male zerg's expression softened as he lowered his head to look at Xi Ze's face, with none of the strong demeanor that had just reduced Xi Ze to a trembling mess.

From the moment he started speaking, the female zerg had been forcing himself to stay calm. His head was slightly lowered, his pale, thin lips pressed into a line, the veins visible on his forearms where they rested on the sofa.

He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, his beautifully toned muscles clearly defined. Even half kneeling, he looked like a beast ready to pounce at any moment, dangerous in every sense.

But he was at a loss for what to do about the snow-white cat in front of him, which was quietly showing ill intent. He held back his strength and pushed gently, yet he was forced to retreat step by step, just a hair's breadth from giving in.

Ye Er knew this perfectly well, too.

He shifted and slid down from the sofa to sit cross-legged on the carpet, leaning in close to Xi Ze's face and looking up at him.

"Okay..."

The male zerg's raven-black eyelashes fluttered when his eyes curved as he smiled at Xi Ze, like ink a god had loaded onto a large brush and smudged in fine strokes of varied shades on snow-white rice paper, stunningly beautiful.

Xi Ze stared at him in a daze.

Ye Er's voice was soft, as if coaxing a disobedient cub. "Shall we continue?"

Xi Ze's Adam's apple trembled. He opened his mouth and took a long time before he heard his own hoarse voice.

"...Okay."

He could never refuse him.

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