Chapter 114: Going Out to Mix Society Really Means You Have to Pay It Back!

In the early morning, Zhang Fan was awakened by a kiss from Ba Ke Er. As soon as he woke up, he felt dizzy, and his lower abdomen was still being pressed by Ba Ke Er's hot heat; that feeling really… made his blood boil~!

Ba Ke Er's hands also began to spark all over Zhang Fan's body, making him feel as if he'd been roasted all over, both thirsty and unbearable. Just as Ba Ke Er's hand started to move toward Zhang Fan's hidden, indescribable spot behind him, Zhang Fan finally seemed to react.

He pushed hard against Ba Ke Er, who was lying on him and kissing him fiercely, took a faint breath, and whispered: 'Ba Ke Er, wait a moment, your wound isn't healed yet! Don't rush~!'

Zhang Fan didn't notice how suggestive the tone of his own words was. At that moment, all he knew was that the heat pressing against his lower abdomen had grown harder, which frightened him badly.

He panicked, shoved Ba Ke Er away, then scrambled out from under him, pulling on his clothes as he rushed out. Left alone, the already ardent Ba Ke Er lay solitary on the bed.

Ba Ke Er watched Zhang Fan dash out as if fleeing, forgetting to put on his shoes, and felt somewhat upset. 'Wuu wuu wuu~ Fan Fan~ How can you despise me like this? We promised to be each other's angels. We promised lifelong happiness (bliss)... Wuu wuu wuu wuu...'

Ba Ke Er helplessly looked at his own erect little brother, then helplessly took care of it with his five-fingered maiden.

Zhang Fan stepped outside, only then realizing he had panicked and forgotten to put on his shoes. He hurried back, but thinking Ba Ke Er was still inside, he didn't dare go in, so he went to the neighboring guest room, grabbed a fresh pair of shoes, put them on, and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

After Ba Ke Er finished taking care of his personal matter, he went to the bathroom to wash up. Although Zhang Fan clearly saw Ba Ke Er's figure during that time, he pretended not to notice, saying nothing to Ba Ke Er, putting on an aloof, tsundere act.

Yet he didn't realize that the blush spreading from his face to his neck had already given him away. Seeing Zhang Fan's bashful look, Ba Ke Er's urge to start a conversation faded away.

After Ba Ke Er finished washing up, he went to the kitchen and silently began to help Zhang Fan cook breakfast. Seeing Ba Ke Er's eager effort, Zhang Fan said nothing, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his nervousness.

At that moment, Zhang Fan's mind was in turmoil, wondering what to do if Ba Ke Er suddenly came to the kitchen for a… 'dong'? Should he accept? Or accept? Thinking this, the blush on his face and neck, which had been fading, slowly climbed back up into a rosy glow.

Ba Ke Er watched this scene and couldn't help finding it quite amusing. A little scheme slowly formed in his heart...

Seeing Ba Ke Er, who had been standing at the prep table helping to chop vegetables, suddenly flash to Zhang Fan's side, silently approach, and blow a breath into his ear in a slow, sultry tone: 'Fan Fan, seeing me makes you unable to help but feel shy? Don't rush! I haven't unleashed my big move yet~!'

Zhang Fan never expected that Ba Ke Er, this loyal dog seme, would also learn to speak in that tone! And to his own ears, it unexpectedly sounded pleasant? Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help slapping himself, mentally muttering: 'Damn your foul mouth!' Now look—he's learned it from him!

When Ba Ke Er saw Zhang Fan slap himself, he was indeed startled and stopped teasing him. He immediately reached out, took the hand that had just slapped his own face, lowered his head, leaned in to closely examine Zhang Fan's face, and then gently blew several breaths on it.

'It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt~ Fan Fan, how could you hit yourself? If you have something to vent, just hit me—my thick skin won't mind. I'm just afraid you'll hurt yourself! The pain is on your body, the ache is in my heart~! Fan Fan, you don't want to make me heartbroken, do you?'

Needless to say, Zhang Fan was somewhat moved by Ba Ke Er's words. Of course, he, Zhang Mou, had sworn that he felt only a little… little… moved. We can't doubt too much, right?

After Ba Ke Er finished comforting Zhang Fan, he didn't leave the kitchen but returned to the prep table, washed his hands, and resumed chopping vegetables in all seriousness—of course, making sure to ignore his occasional glances at Zhang Fan.

Thus, working together, it wasn't long before a hearty breakfast was on the table.

After breakfast, Zhang Fan cleared the dishes and put them away in the kitchen, then went to the backyard to feed the livestock. Ba Ke Er, meanwhile, voluntarily went to the kitchen to start washing up.

Because Ba Ke Er's wound hadn't healed, Zhang Fan didn't agree to his request to go out hunting. Instead, he directly ordered Ba Ke Er to shift into beast form and lie on the yard's lounge chair to bask in the sun.

While letting Ba Ke Er rest, Zhang Fan himself wasn't idle, because there were still many vegetables at home that hadn't been processed. Moreover, it was already nearing the cold season, and the household's firewood supply was still insufficient.

Now the only firewood at home is the wood Ba Ke Er brought back before his injury, plus some rice straw, wheat stalks, corn stalks, and corn cobs that aren't good for burning. Fortunately, we have enough food, because Zhang Fan had been busy teaching everyone how to make pickled vegetables and the like, so he had already collected a fair amount of 'tuition' from the students.

After obeying the order to lie down, Ba Ke Er kept watching Zhang Fan busily working in the yard. He had long wanted to run over and take over Zhang Fan's work himself, but he dared not approach, awed by Zhang Fan's lewd authority.

Thus, one busy to the point of not touching the ground, the other idle enough to count ants, they spent the morning, and finally lunchtime arrived.

When the time came, Ba Ke Er sprang up from the lounge chair like a wound-up toy, shifted into human form, beat Zhang Fan to the kitchen, and began preparing lunch.

But when Zhang Fan entered the kitchen, he saw that the person who had been seriously injured and whom he had ordered to lie in the yard to sunbathe was already bustling at the stove! His face showed utter shock.

Upon seeing Zhang Fan enter the kitchen, Ba Ke Er immediately set down what he was holding, smiled, walked over, gently pushed Zhang Fan out, and said tenderly: 'My love, you've worked hard all morning; now it's my turn to serve you! Go rest in the room for a while, and I'll call you when lunch is ready.'

Having said that, Ba Ke Er swept Zhang Fan up in his arms and headed straight for the bedroom. Upon reaching the bedroom, he gently placed the bewildered Zhang Fan on the bed, carefully helped him take off his shoes, then leaned down and gave him a forehead kiss before leaving the room to return to the kitchen and continue working.

At that moment, Zhang Fan finally realized he had been teased again! Teased! Teased! Teased! Done! He exclaimed, wanting to cry but with no tears, 'Sure enough, when you go out to mess around, you have to pay it back!'

Not long after, the kitchen began to waft aromas of rice and meat and vegetables, each thread of scent drifting slowly through the indoor air into the bedroom. The already exhausted Zhang Fan, who was about to fall asleep, smelled it and sprang up after turning over.

'Mealtime! Mealtime!' Having put on his clothes and shoes, he dashed out of the room and took his seat at the dining table in the main hall.

Ba Ke Er entered the main hall carrying the dishes and saw Zhang Fan sitting properly upright. He hurried over to arrange the dishes, then busied himself serving Zhang Fan rice. Seeing Ba Ke Er, despite his injury, helping him cook and serve rice, Zhang Fan felt deeply distressed.

'Ba Ke Er, I can do it myself—look at you, your wound isn't healed yet, and you're still busy doing things for me. What if the wound splits open?'

Ba Ke Er showed no concern at all. Instead, he gently stroked Zhang Fan's face and said softly:

'I'm fine, Fan Fan; you just need to know that it's not as serious as it looks on the surface. As for you, you've been working hard these days, busy with household chores, and still taking care of me.'

After lunch, Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er didn't stay home busy like in the morning; instead, they went inside together to take a nap.

In the afternoon, after getting up and washing up, Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er held hands all the way to the clan chief's house to find Wei Er for a medicine change.

Upon arriving at the clan chief's house, Ba Ke Er voluntarily went to the sickroom where he had stayed for several days, while Zhang Fan went to fetch the medicine liquid from Wei Er. After Ba Ke Er drank the medicine liquid Zhang Fan brought him, he shifted back into beast form and lay down again on the sickbed, waiting for Wei Er to come change his dressing.

Not long after, Wei Er arrived with ointment and bandages. After removing Ba Ke Er's bandages, Wei Er began to wash the wound with clean water. Once it was clean, he saw that Ba Ke Er's wound had already scabbed over.

Seeing this, Wei Er and Zhang Fan couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh. Ba Ke Er, seeing their expressions, also guessed his condition and couldn't help but laugh.

Wei Er looked at the expressions of Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er, the couple, and also laughed.

'Youth is great! Such a serious injury, and only a few days have passed—you're already almost recovered! All right, from tomorrow on you don't need to come every day; coming every two or three days will do.'

While saying this, Wei Er didn't stop his hands; he continued to reapply medicine to Ba Ke Er, then wrapped on a fresh bandage. Once everything was taken care of, Wei Er chatted casually with Zhang Fan and his partner for a few moments, then prepared to leave.

Zhang Fan saw this and quickly called out to Wei Er to talk about inviting guests. But unexpectedly, Wei Er politely declined, for a simple reason: because Ba Ke Er's injury wasn't fully healed, Wei Er, in his capacity as a doctor, advised Zhang Fan to postpone the gathering until Ba Ke Er recovered.

Zhang Fan then gave up, and together with Ba Ke Er he bade farewell to Wei Er and headed home. Along the way they discussed what ingredients would be good to prepare for feeding everyone once Ba Ke Er's wound healed, but by the time they got home they had come to no conclusion.

Finally, Zhang Fan had no choice but to wave his hand and declare: 'Since we two can't reach a decision, let's just wait until we have time and then gather everyone to discuss it!'

Ba Ke Er naturally raised both hands in approval! Great! Fan Fan finally stopped focusing on the matter of inviting guests. Although he also didn't put his attention on himself. (Sweat...)