Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded as he stared at the furball on his lap.
How did she suddenly change?
Was it really so sour? It was so sour that she transformed?
Wen Mingyu’s thoughts uncontrollably went off for a moment. He snapped back, holding the baby rabbit up—if you could even call this a rabbit—that wasn’t even big enough to fit in the palm of his hand.
The little creature tucked her paws, pulled her short legs, and had large round black eyes, a pink nose, and fluffy, snow-white fur that resembled clouds. At a glance, as evidenced by the way her droopy ears blended in with her, she looked completely like a furball.
Except this furball had a pair of tiny, delicate dragon horns growing on her head.
Wen Mingyu was still dumbfounded as he turned to Mu Zhan for answers. “What is this? A rabbit? Dragon? Dragon-rabbit?”
Mu Zhan had also never seen such an animal before and could only shake his head. “If anything, when it came to A/B/O-related topics, Wen Mingyu was the more knowledgeable one.
However, even the knowledgeable Wen Mingyu was unclear. In this era, there was no way to hop on the star network to check or post a question—Is it normal for a dragon A and a rabbit O to give birth to a rabbit with dragon horns?
Furthermore, the netizens probably couldn’t answer either if they did ask online. After all, they had never seen a dragon before, and there were no records or experiences to refer to. Perhaps even the doctors might want to study this out of curiosity.
Since neither of the two dads could make sense of it, they decided to stop trying. The most important thing was that they were healthy and their body didn’t have problems.
Wen Mingyu’s attention quickly turned back to the furball in his hand. The furball had a wonderfully pleasing feel and was warm and cuddly. It felt even better than his previousruawith any animals before. The moment his hand touched her fur, it was like sinking into clouds and never wanting to come out again.
Little Chilli, having this appearance for the first time, was also very lost and confused. She stared dazedly at her own now-plush paws. Blinking, she curiously stuffed one in her mouth to eat, only to end up with a mouthful of fur. The unfamiliar texture made her spit out her tongue, go “bleh bleh” a couple of times, and pull her paw out again.
Wen Mingyu was unable to contain his laughter as he dried her wet paw with a brocade handkerchief.
At the same time, he didn’t hesitate to give the snow-white furball another soft squeeze.
“Jii~”
Wen Mingyu instantly froze, fearing that he might have squeezed Little Chilli in pain by using too much force.
But upon closer inspection, he saw that Little Chilli had flattened in his hand, spreading into a soft white pancake as her eyes squinted contentedly. She obviously enjoyed beingrua-edso much that she nearly melted into water.
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Fortunately, Mu Zhan didn’t comment, simply reaching out to support the little furball’s buttocks and placing her gently into his palm. Because Wen Mingyu’s eyes had been practically glowing with glee earlier, he was also a bit curious about how good it felt. Thus, he gave a few experimentalruas. The conclusion was: it was good, but Wen Mingyu’s lop-eared rabbit form still felt better.
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Though Wen Mingyu didn’t say it out loud, Mu Zhan could more or less guess what he was thinking. He showed a slightly speechless expression. He always said that Wei Chen had an odd way of thinking, but honestly, he wasn’t that much better either.
While the two daddies were chatting, Little Rice Cake stealthily stretched out his naughty little hand towards the sour fruit, eager to try it out. He was curious by his sister’s reaction, which made him want to have a taste too.
But this time, he was stopped just in time by Mu Zhan, who pushed the sour fruit out of his small, chubby hands.
Little Rice Cake could only press both hands against the table, constantly stretching his fingers and scraping repeatedly, his whole body trying hard to communicate his want for it.
But that sour fruit was far too harsh on the stomach, especially for a little dumpling who had only just grown teeth. He could not eat it naturally. Little Chilli took advantage of people not paying attention and already slurped some. Adults couldn’t fall in the same pit twice.
Mu Zhan was just thinking along these lines and took care of this side but momentarily overlooked the other.
Just as Wen Mingyu opened his mouth to warn him, the nimble fat furball—Little Chilli—playfully slipped out of Father Emperor’s hold, performing a small somersault before precisely diving into the bowl of pumpkin purée for a swim.
Saying that it was swimming might be an exaggeration, but her form was small, and she fit perfectly in the pumpkin purée bowl. If someone didn’t know any better, they would believe that this bowl had somehow sprouted an adorable furball.
She hopped with joy, while the other two people looked miserable. Pumpkin purée splashed on their faces. Due to his height, Mu Zhan got off with just a bit on his face. Little Rice Cake, on the other hand, was the first to take the brunt of the blow. His whole face was covered with pumpkin purée, and he sat there dumbfounded.
Why was it always him who suffered?His hand got chewed last time, and now it was pumpkin purée splashed in his face. This sister I can’t deal with anymore!
Well, Little Rice Cake was still young. If he was older, he might have this kind of bitter inner monologue.
Wen Mingyu suppressed his laughter, handed the momentarily stunned Mu Zhan a brocade handkerchief, then carried Little Rice Cake over to wipe his face.
And left alone Little Chilli was having the time of her life on the table. She huffed and puffed her way through more than half of the bowl of pumpkin purée, licking every spot clean. She then squinted her eyes shut and spread out in the bowl, revealing her soft white belly.
From Wen Mingyu’s view, it looked as if the bowl contained a giant glutinous rice ball, the kind that squeaked when you poked it.
Wen Mingyu wiped Little Rice Cake’s small face, being extra gentle and careful around his eyes. When the last bit of pumpkin purée was wiped clean, he looked at Little Rice Cake in his arms before turning to look at the bowl of… sweet rice ball soup.
He felt that it was absolutely necessary to give Little Chilli a lesson. She was too naughty and needed a couple of spanks.
So, Wen Mingyu was about to reprimand her as he pulled the small bowl over in front of him.
But Little Chilli was one step ahead of him.
She flipped herself over, grabbed onto the bowl’s rim with both her little paws, peeked her head out, and suddenly kissed his hand with a loudchup.
Wen Mingyu: “…?”
This little rascal was too sly. He was kissed so unexpectedly, just like that. The words of discipline on the tip of his tongue, how was he supposed to say it now?
Wen Mingyu froze on the spot. Mu Zhan looked on with a smile.
Meanwhile, Little Rice Cake extended his hands in an attempt to grab the bowl of rice ball soup. The furball was smaller than an adult palm, but for Little Rice Cake, it still took both hands to barely grip it. Plus, with pumpkin purée clustered on her fur, she was all sticky and even more difficult to hold.
Wen Mingyu noticed it and, afraid that he might drop his sister, swiftly reached out for support from below, gently bracing Little Rice Cake’s soft little hands as they held up the little furball together.
Little Rice Cake seemed very curious about his sister’s new look. He felt her fur and gave her a little pinch. When he heard a soft, squishyjiinoise, his eyes bent into little crescents, and he burst out into a fit of giggles.
He was clearly fond of the fluffy version of his sister as well.
Though…
Wen Mingyu watched him hugging and pinching the furball as he giggled the whole time.
This looked more like he discovered a new toy, ah.
Wen Mingyu felt helpless, especially since Little Chilli was just lying there idly, obviously loving all the squishing and patting, not even flinching.
But Wen Mingyu looked at the pumpkin purée smeared all over Little Rice Cake’s hand and Little Chilli’s fur and was suddenly struck with a guilty feeling, as if they were playing with their food.
He cleared his throat. “Little Rice Cake, stop…pinching your sister. Wash your hands first.”
He glanced over Mu Zhan’s way and saw him still sitting off to the side, taking in the chaos like it was a show. He couldn’t help but be annoyed, having the urge to slap the dog.
“Don’t just look, do something about them!”
“Can’t control them.” Mu Zhan shook his head, pointing to his own robe that was stained with pumpkin purée, and added, “You were laughing at me just now.”
Wen Mingyu instantly denied it, but as he did so, he remembered Mu Zhan’s embarrassment earlier and couldn’t help poof-ing out another laugh. Mu Zhan used to always wear a blank face, or if not, he was fierce and imposing. No matter what he did, he had that royal reserved temperament, but ever since he started taking care of the two little dumplings, his expressions from time to time cracked. That once-regal image gradually collapsed, and what came out of it wassmoke and fire. While it made people laugh, it also felt kind of nice.
Mu Zhan’s face now showed a lot of rich emotions. It seemed much more genuine, not merely a symbol of a tyrannical ruler, but the Mu Zhan who could smile, feel helpless, and even get a say. This made him more pleasing to the eye.
Wen Mingyu’s mouth curved into a smile, and he suddenly said, “You’re really good.”
Mu Zhan was a little taken aback, not knowing why he would say that, but he liked the sound of it anyway.
“It can’t be that you’re flattering me just to throw the ball in my court.” Mu Zhan was in a good mood and teased with a smile.
Wen Mingyu deliberately nodded and replied plainly, “Yep, you caught me.”
Mu Zhan said, “Then I’m sure I’ll say yes if you flatter me a few more.”
Wen Mingyu then began to blow up rainbow farts. One compliment after another came out—face like a crown of jade, eyes like shining stars, magnificent and imposing, graceful as an orchid and jade tree, distinguished and outstanding, and cut above the rest…as if he wanted to press all the good things onto him.
Little Rice Cake pinched the furball rhythmically, and the furball let out squeaky sounds that added background music to Wen Mingyu’s dramatic rainbow farts.
In the end, Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan couldn’t hold back anymore. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Little Rice Cake and Little Chilli glanced up at their two daddies, not understanding what was so funny, but seeing them laughing, it was as if they were affected by that happy emotion and giggled along too.
The time that Little Chilli spent in her dragon-rabbit form was not too long. Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were carrying her and Little Rice Cake to wash their hands when she suddenly changed back.
Luckily, Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu were both alert and mentally ready for her to transform at any time. As soon as it happened, they instantly reached out to support her. Their hands naturally overlapped, completely unaffected by this abrupt shift in weight.
They then carried pumpkin purée-smeared Little Chill to the baby tub to give her a bath.
ChiFu: mixed answers from the question last time, I don’t know what to choose haha sorry for the late update, same reasons again TT. finals are coming!
also, I think there is a mistranslation somewhere because iirc wmy is hiding his omega gender, and there are only a few of them? I have to re-read the whole thing to make sure, but for inconsistencies, please ignore them! TT