Chapter 164 Part 2

Extra: Ayer x Tang Part 7.2

Ayer ate a whole pot of fish congee and ended up rolling around on the bed after finishing.

Tang Tingzhi sighed. “You didn’t have to eat so much.”

“Who told you to make so much?”

“Well, you have a big appetite right now, but I didn’t ask you to finish it all.”

“I just want to finish it,” Ayer hmped and said, “Massage my belly.” Then he rested his head on Tang Tingzhi’s leg.

Tang Tingzhi gently drew circles on Ayer’s belly and kneaded it with his fingers.

At that moment, Ayer resembled a well-fed and contented pet, lazily squinting his eyes as he admired Tang Tingzhi’s soft chin, smooth skin, and long eyelashes that seemed capable of piercing his heart.

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Gula alynble swv yde bssjle bkp byde yaswde Mydt Mkdtgbk’p dlnj.

Mydt Mkdtgbk rywple yde tzydnle esod yv bkx.

Gula ralpple bkp dlnj esod yde rlnjle bkp zkrp, pyukdt psqvzu, “Zsw’al alyzzu clywvkqwz.”

Mydt Mkdtgbk nswzed’v blzr cwv vswnb bkp sod qynl, wdnlavykd, yde ypjle, “Slyzzu?”

Gula zssjle yv bkx okvb yxwplxldv yde pyke, “Psd’v vlzz xl usw zynj lhld y pldpl sq ylpvblvknp.”

“Ls sdl byp lhla vsze xl vbyv.”

Gula pxkajle yde alrzkle, “R twlpp ds sdl oswze.” Fweeldzu, bl alxlxclale psxlvbkdt yde watldvzu ypjle, “Fs, es usw vbkdj R’x bydepsxl sa dsv?”

Mydt Mkdtgbk czkdjle bkp lulp yde pyke, “Zsw…usw’al tsse-zssjkdt.”

Ayer reluctantly accepted it and said, “That’s close enough. Since I’m so handsome, it would be a waste if you didn’t know to appreciate it.”

Tang Tingzhi’s smile softened, and he said, “Your hair is beautiful.”

“What if I shaved it all off?”

Tang Tingzhi was taken aback and whispered, “Please don’t…” His voice unexpectedly trembled.

“You like my hair a lot?”

Tang Tingzhi nodded.

“What about me as a person?”

Tang Tingzhi touched his hair and said, “Mn?”

“Do you like me as a person?”

“I probably… do…”

Ayer pursed his lips discontentedly, “Hmph, what do you mean ‘probably’?”

Tang Tingzhi fell silent. In his eyes, Ayer was an incredibly good-looking individual— he had good-looking hair, a good-looking face, and a good-looking body. “Good looking” was a word that could be easily understood. It meant that he wanted to keep looking at Ayer, so he could confirm that Ayer was good-looking. But “like” was an abstract concept. What does it really mean to like someone? He had no idea how to answer Ayer. He was someone who held himself to high standards. How could he respond to a question for which he couldn’t provide a definite answer? It went against his principles.

Ayer looked at Tang Tingzhi’s perplexed expression and knew that he had once again trapped himself in his own thoughts. It was difficult for someone like Tang Tingzhi to think in terms of ordinary human emotions. Ayer felt that he shouldn’t be putting him through this.

The two of them chatted intermittently for a while, and Ayer started feeling a bit sleepy, drifting off as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

Tang Tingzhi rested Ayer’s head on the pillow and got up to use the bathroom. On his way back, he passed through the living room and had a thought. He couldn’t help but think about his notebook again.

The activities with Ayer had been quite frequent lately, and there were so many things he needed to document. He began considering whether he should create an electronic archive.

He took out his notebook, wrote down the date, and recorded, “Ayer ate a large pot of fish congee that I made. We had breakfast in bed, watched movies, and chatted. Ayer asked me if I liked him. How is the concept of liking someone defined? I need to research and study it.”

After finishing the entry, Tang Tingzhi flipped through the notebook and noticed that most of the earlier records were about Ayer’s independent actions. He seemed more like an observer watching Ayer. However, these recent entries were more like his own diary, documenting his interactions with Ayer. It was truly strange. As Tang Tingzhi touched the notebook, he felt a warm sensation in his heart again. Was there something wrong with his heart? He had undergone a check-up not long ago, and no abnormalities were found. Was this reaction merely an illusion, or…

“What are you writing?”

Suddenly, Ayer’s voice came from behind him.

Tang Tingzhi’s heart skipped a beat in fright. How come Ayer’s footsteps have no sound?

He turned around and saw Ayer looking at the little notebook in his hand with curiosity.

Instinctively, Tang Tingzhi hid the notebook behind his back and nervously stared at Ayer.

Ayer couldn’t help but chuckle. “Could it be that you’re reading an erotic novel? What are you hiding there?”

“I-it’s not.”

“Let me see.”

Tang Tingzhi nervously took a step backward. He had never felt this flustered before. He didn’t know why, but his subconscious told him that he couldn’t let Ayer see it. “You can’t,” he said firmly.

“Why not?”

“You… you can’t,” Tang Tingzhi stammered, his face turning red with urgency.

A wicked grin appeared on Ayer’s face. “What could possibly be so mysterious? The more you don’t want me to see it, the more I want to see it.”

“This… you have to respect my privacy. You can’t, you can’t see it,” Tang Tingzhi was practically shrinking into the wall.

Ayer raised an eyebrow. “Trying to reason with me? Sorry, but I’m not reasonable.” With that, he swiftly lunged forward, attempting to snatch the notebook.

Tang Tingzhi panicked and darted in the opposite direction. But how could he be a match for Ayer? Before he could take more than a few steps, Ayer intercepted him and scooped him up in his arms. With a slight movement, the notebook slipped from Tang Tingzhi’s grasp and fell into Ayer’s possession.

Tang Tingzhi reached out to snatch the notebook, but Ayer pressed him against the sofa, sitting on top of his stomach and effectively pinning him down.

Tang Tingzhi’s face flushed with desperation. He didn’t know why he didn’t want Ayer to see it, he just didn’t want him to see it.

Ayer smirked maliciously as he opened the notebook. On the first page, neatly written, were the words: Ayer Observation Diary.

Ayer’s heart skipped a beat.

“Ayer, don’t look, you shouldn’t look. This is mine…” Tang Tingzhi was trapped beneath Ayer’s weight on the sofa, unable to get up, and could only watch helplessly as Ayer flipped open the notebook. His face felt like it was burning up!

The contents on the first page were as follows: “Ayer transformed today. The light purple dragon scales were incredibly beautiful, he’s the most beautiful Dragon Blood Kin I’ve ever seen.”

Ayer continued to flip through the pages, and everything was about himself. For example, Ayer got angry because his tail couldn’t maintain balance and he kept tripping over; Ayer got angry at everyone today, except me; Ayer cared a lot about his attire, and I had to allocate extra funds to buy him branded clothes. I think this is because the Dragon Blood awakened his animalistic nature, and only animals appreciate the beauty in males.

Page after page documented the details of their daily life. As Ayer read on, he felt his fingers tremble. His heart pounded intensely as if it were about to burst out of his chest, eager to find the person who had excited it.

Tang Tingzhi lowered his gaze, feeling the urge to hide.

Ayer closed the notebook gently and looked at Tang Tingzhi with tenderness.

Tang Tingzhi stole a quick glance at Ayer but quickly averted his eyes, explaining with a lack of confidence, “This is also part of my work…”

Ayer bent down, showering him with gentle and passionate kisses. After being stunned for a moment, Tang Tingzhi clumsily responded. This small gesture extended the kiss into an infinite depth of affection.