After leaning on the tiger’s back for a while, He Ruge felt like all the fur on the little monster’s back had already been warmed up by his own body heat.
The little monster was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even separated by thick fur and strong muscles, He Ruge could feel his bones growing and expanding.
It sounded extremely painful, the pain that came from tearing muscles.
Even though he knew that the little monster wouldn’t feel the pain after using the Pain Nullifier, He Ruge still couldn’t help but feel heartache at this moment. “Does Miao Miao feel any pain?”
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The little monster turned his head around, and his big round face appeared in front of He Ruge, “He Ruge, please give me pats.” Even when he acted spoiled, his tone was still stiff as rock. Even while calling He Ruge’s name, he included all three characters with first and last name.
Only He Ruge’s figure was reflected in those blue eyes. The little monster said such heartbreaking words with an unchanging, expressionless stink face: “If you touch me, I won’t feel pain in the left side of my chest.”
The little monster lowered his head towards the young man on his back. He didn’t even regard He Ruge’s hand, which was placed on the “king” symbol on his forehead, with dissatisfaction. He docilely put away his fangs and said in an almost pleading voice: “Can you not leave tonight.”
He Ruge paused his head-patting motion (as the little monster) said: “Whenever I think about you leaving, the left side of my chest would feel really painful.”
It turned out…… his discomfort stemmed from (He Ruge) leaving?
He Ruge hugged the little monster’s head and was about to agree when suddenly the VR game’s “Addiction Prevention Mechanism” popped up in his mind.
Calculating the time, he already seemed to be running out of available game time for today?!
This spicy chicken game was preventing him from raising lil’ cubs! The little monster was in such a fragile and helpless state and needed someone to accompany him, what did he need “Addiction Prevention” for? It was only right that players should be encouraged to smother the little monster with love!
He Ruge felt uneasy since he didn’t know when he would be ejected from the game. He really wanted to agree to the little monster, but the situation didn’t allow it. The witty He Ruge turned on his brainstorming mode, and a small light bulb suddenly lit up. Although the holographic VR game had an Addiction Prevention Mechanism, the normal version of the game did not.
Though it wouldn’t allow any late-night whispering interactions, it was also very fulfilling to continue touching the little monster’s head, touching the little monster’s back, and coaxing the little monster to sleep!
He had to seize the time he could still verbally communicate with the little monster and say everything he wanted to say in one breath before hopping and staying on the game with the computer, and spending the night watching over the little monster as he slept.
He couldn’t continue sitting on the little monster’s back while he slept. But, as He Ruge was getting off the little monster’s back, the little monster thought He Ruge was going to leave again, and his eyes instantly dimmed.
However, when he discovered that the person in front of him was just changing positions and sat back down beside him still holding his paws, saying yes with a smile, those blue eyes trembled and shone brightly again, as if the on off switch that darkened and brightened his life was completely in the palm of He Ruge’s hands.
He Ruge rubbed the little monster’s big head: “When does Miao Miao usually feel sleepy?”
“I’m not sure.” Occasionally, he would feel drowsy, but would very quickly be awakened by pain.
It seemed the little monster was in a very energetic (state right now). He Ruge once again ran his fingers through the (comfortably soft fur on the little monster’s) head, resisting the urge to ravage those tiger ears, while contemplating how parents put their children to sleep.
Because he was an orphan and had no practical experience, the only methods he could think of for coaxing children were very simple, including singing and telling bedtime stories.
He sang a song last time, so he should tell a bedtime story this time around. It should be a children’s fairy tale. He Ruge recalled that the little monster was previously lacking in confidence when (He Ruge asked him to name himself), so he was determined to cultivate the little monster’s self-confidence, starting with bedtime stories——
“Miao Miao, close your eyes. I’ll tell you a fairy tale.” Those blue eyes closed, and his white eyelashes seemed to have been coated with a thin layer of fresh snow.
He Ruge gently touched the little monster’s head, “Once upon a time, there was a swan egg that was hatched by a duck. Because of its unique appearance, it was laughed at and called an ugly duckling.”
“It was beaten and scolded, ostracized, ridiculed, and bullied by everyone……” He Ruge whispered while patting the little monster.
However, he didn’t notice that the pair of azure eyes under his palm was slightly startled. The little monster listened as he fell into a daze.
Legend has it that a merfolk’s voice could confuse another’s heart. If a (merfolk’s) heart was filled with sincere emotions, their true feelings could penetrate into their voice and make the listeners entranced.
After leaning on the tiger’s back for a while, He Ruge felt like all the fur on the little monster’s back had already been warmed up by his own body heat.
The little monster was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even separated by thick fur and strong muscles, He Ruge could feel his bones growing and expanding.
It sounded extremely painful, the pain that came from tearing muscles.
Even though he knew that the little monster wouldn’t feel the pain after using the Pain Nullifier, He Ruge still couldn’t help but feel heartache at this moment. “Does Miao Miao feel any pain?”
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The little monster turned his head around, and his big round face appeared in front of He Ruge, “He Ruge, please give me pats.” Even when he acted spoiled, his tone was still stiff as rock. Even while calling He Ruge’s name, he included all three characters with first and last name.
Only He Ruge’s figure was reflected in those blue eyes. The little monster said such heartbreaking words with an unchanging, expressionless stink face: “If you touch me, I won’t feel pain in the left side of my chest.”
The little monster lowered his head towards the young man on his back. He didn’t even regard He Ruge’s hand, which was placed on the “king” symbol on his forehead, with dissatisfaction. He docilely put away his fangs and said in an almost pleading voice: “Can you not leave tonight.”
He Ruge paused his head-patting motion (as the little monster) said: “Whenever I think about you leaving, the left side of my chest would feel really painful.”
It turned out…… his discomfort stemmed from (He Ruge) leaving?
He Ruge hugged the little monster’s head and was about to agree when suddenly the VR game’s “Addiction Prevention Mechanism” popped up in his mind.
Calculating the time, he already seemed to be running out of available game time for today?!
This spicy chicken game was preventing him from raising lil’ cubs! The little monster was in such a fragile and helpless state and needed someone to accompany him, what did he need “Addiction Prevention” for? It was only right that players should be encouraged to smother the little monster with love!
He Ruge felt uneasy since he didn’t know when he would be ejected from the game. He really wanted to agree to the little monster, but the situation didn’t allow it. The witty He Ruge turned on his brainstorming mode, and a small light bulb suddenly lit up. Although the holographic VR game had an Addiction Prevention Mechanism, the normal version of the game did not.
Though it wouldn’t allow any late-night whispering interactions, it was also very fulfilling to continue touching the little monster’s head, touching the little monster’s back, and coaxing the little monster to sleep!
He had to seize the time he could still verbally communicate with the little monster and say everything he wanted to say in one breath before hopping and staying on the game with the computer, and spending the night watching over the little monster as he slept.
He couldn’t continue sitting on the little monster’s back while he slept. But, as He Ruge was getting off the little monster’s back, the little monster thought He Ruge was going to leave again, and his eyes instantly dimmed.
However, when he discovered that the person in front of him was just changing positions and sat back down beside him still holding his paws, saying yes with a smile, those blue eyes trembled and shone brightly again, as if the on off switch that darkened and brightened his life was completely in the palm of He Ruge’s hands.
He Ruge rubbed the little monster’s big head: “When does Miao Miao usually feel sleepy?”
“I’m not sure.” Occasionally, he would feel drowsy, but would very quickly be awakened by pain.
It seemed the little monster was in a very energetic (state right now). He Ruge once again ran his fingers through the (comfortably soft fur on the little monster’s) head, resisting the urge to ravage those tiger ears, while contemplating how parents put their children to sleep.
Because he was an orphan and had no practical experience, the only methods he could think of for coaxing children were very simple, including singing and telling bedtime stories.
He sang a song last time, so he should tell a bedtime story this time around. It should be a children’s fairy tale. He Ruge recalled that the little monster was previously lacking in confidence when (He Ruge asked him to name himself), so he was determined to cultivate the little monster’s self-confidence, starting with bedtime stories——
“Miao Miao, close your eyes. I’ll tell you a fairy tale.” Those blue eyes closed, and his white eyelashes seemed to have been coated with a thin layer of fresh snow.
He Ruge gently touched the little monster’s head, “Once upon a time, there was a swan egg that was hatched by a duck. Because of its unique appearance, it was laughed at and called an ugly duckling.”
“It was beaten and scolded, ostracized, ridiculed, and bullied by everyone……” He Ruge whispered while patting the little monster.
However, he didn’t notice that the pair of azure eyes under his palm was slightly startled. The little monster listened as he fell into a daze.
Legend has it that a merfolk’s voice could confuse another’s heart. If a (merfolk’s) heart was filled with sincere emotions, their true feelings could penetrate into their voice and make the listeners entranced.
