Chapter 186

Zhang Fan had just entered the room when he saw Le Le already climbing down from the bed, now wriggling outward with a heave-ho. Seeing this, Zhang Fan hurried over, picked up Le Le, and gently patted his bottom.

Disobedient! Disobedient! How did you get down by yourself? What if you catch a chill? You little rascal, at such a young age you already know how to keep worrying your dad!

As he spoke, Zhang Fan gently pinched Le Le's chubby little face. Le Le felt that his dad wasn't really angry, just teasing him, so he affectionately gave Zhang Fan a sweet smile.

Ba Ke Er noticed Zhang Fan hadn't come out for breakfast after so long and grew a little worried, so he set down his bowl and chopsticks and went in. Taking a look, his irritation vanished; he stepped forward and took the still-unclothed Le Le from Zhang Fan's hands.

As he walked toward the bed, he gently said to Zhang Fan, 'Fan Fan, are you hungry? Go eat breakfast quickly! I've already prepared it! I'll put Le Le's clothes on myself!'

Having said that, Ba Ke Er had already reached the bedside, laid Le Le flat on the bed, then took Le Le's clothes from nearby and began dressing him piece by piece, carefully.

Zhang Fan saw there was nothing left for him to do here, so he nodded, smiling, and said, 'I'm hungry too! Then I'll leave Le Le in your care, Ba Ke Er—I'm going to eat first!'

After saying that, Zhang Fan turned and left the secondary bedroom. Returning to the main hall, he saw the table already filled with a lavish breakfast. He rubbed his growling stomach, licked his dry lips, and as soon as he sat down he picked up a bowl of white rice porridge and began gulping it down.

When Ba Ke Er had finished dressing Le Le and carried him out of the secondary bedroom, he saw Zhang Fan sitting at the table, at that moment wolfing down his breakfast.

Seeing a drop of rice soup drip from Zhang Fan's lips, Ba Ke Er suddenly felt his throat go dry. He swallowed hard, finally managing to douse the sudden flare of desire rising in his heart.

Just then he saw Zhang Fan finish the porridge in his bowl, then stick out his tongue to lick the rice soup from around his mouth. At that moment, Ba Ke Er was so tempted by Zhang Fan's unconscious gestures that his brain felt like it was about to crash.

Le Le, who had been quietly staying in Ba Ke Er's arms, perhaps seeing that neither his father nor his dad were showing him their usual concern, felt a bit wronged.

After struggling in vain to draw his parents' attention for a long time, Le Le finally burst into tears, feeling aggrieved.

Upon hearing Le Le cry, Zhang Fan couldn't care about his half‑full stomach; he hastily put down his bowl and chopsticks, took a quick step to Ba Ke Er's side, and, looking at Le Le still crying nonstop, coaxed anxiously:

'All right, Le Le, don't cry—it's all Daddy's fault for only thinking about himself eating. Come, let's go eat with Daddy!' As he spoke, Zhang Fan reached to take Le Le's small body from Ba Ke Er's arms.

Ba Ke Er saw that Zhang Fan's breakfast wasn't finished yet, furrowed his brows, and the fleeting, tender thoughts in his heart vanished instantly. Now his eyes held only pity for Zhang Fan.

'Fan Fan, hurry up and eat! I'll take care of Le Le—you go ahead and eat first; after we finish we can go out together for a walk.'

Saying that, Ba Ke Er tightened his hold on Le Le, fearing Zhang Fan might snatch him away heedlessly. However, even though he increased his grip, he didn't hold Le Le too tightly, as Le Le's demeanor showed.

Zhang Fan saw that Ba Ke Er had no intention of handing Le Le over, so he didn't press the matter further. Yet he also didn't immediately obey Ba Ke Er's suggestion to go eat right away.

Instead, after coaxing Le Le into laughter, he turned back to his seat, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and continued eating his unfinished breakfast.

Ba Ke Er watched Zhang Fan finally obediently go eat, couldn't help but turn his head, and gave Zhang Fan an indulgent smile.

After soothing Le Le's emotions, Ba Ke Er turned and walked to the dining table, sat down, picked up Le Le's meat soup, and began feeding him spoonful by spoonful with a wooden spoon.

After finishing breakfast and clearing the dishes, Zhang Fan and his spouse, following their earlier agreement, busied themselves gathering the things they needed to take out. Soon the family of three was ready to set out.

However, as soon as they stepped out the door, the family of three ran into Fei Er and Nuoya who had come to visit.

At the same time, behind them followed their respective partners. Several families formed a group and walked around the Tribe before each went home.

Time flew by; in the blink of an eye another month passed. During this month, Fei Er would often sneak out of his own home and come to Zhang Fan's to mooch food and drink.

Of course, every time he sneaked out, shortly after sitting down at Zhang Fan's home, he would be caught and taken back by Mo De, who seemed to have rushed over.

Once or twice, Zhang Fan thought it was coincidental, but as it happened more often, he could naturally tell it was the result of someone's careful calculation.

Thus, Zhang Fan guessed that this was definitely Mo De deliberately playing a little trick to cheer Fei Er up, and this guess was also confirmed by Ba Ke Er.

"Yes, Fan Fan, you noticed, right? I already told Mo De not to make it too obvious! You say, did Fei Er notice?"

After Ba Ke Er confirmed Zhang Fan's guess, taking advantage of Fei Er's inattention, he secretly whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.

Zhang Fan silently looked at Fei Er, who had been forcibly dragged out of the main hall by Mo De, rubbed his forehead, and softly said: "I think, given Fei Er's thick nerves, he probably won't discover Mo De's 'conspiracy' in his lifetime."

Before Zhang Fan's words had even finished, Ba Ke Er showed a solemn expression, nodded in agreement, and said lightly:

"My cousin has been like this since childhood—thick‑skinned nerves, never thinking too much about causes and effects when doing things, relying solely on feeling—but! He also values feelings deeply."

Regarding Ba Ke Er's evaluation of Fei Er, Zhang Fan neither agreed nor disagreed, just gave a faint smile, then stepped forward to speak with Fei Er, muttering something.

Just as Zhang Fan finished speaking, Fei Er hid to the side, clutching his stomach and laughing hysterically; Ba Ke Er and Mo De looked bewildered, while Zhang Fan walked back into the house with a faint smile.

Ba Ke Er looked at the smile on Zhang Fan's face, utterly perplexed, and despite trying to hold back, he couldn't resist asking to clear his doubts. So Ba Ke Er directly held Le Le and squeezed to Zhang Fan's front, looking at Zhang Fan with curiosity.

"Fan Fan, what were you just saying to Fei Er? Why is he laughing so exaggeratedly? Or you could tell me too, so I can laugh as well."

Seeing Ba Ke Er's full‑face anticipation, Zhang Fan suddenly thought that teasing Ba Ke Er would also be quite nice.

Thus, Zhang Fan quickly came up with an idea, deliberately extending his finger and hooking it at Ba Ke Er, waiting for Ba Ke Er to lean in, then he said slyly:

"Lean your ear over here! I'm afraid someone might hear."

At this moment, Ba Ke Er, driven by curiosity, had completely lost his capacity to think about whether anyone might be nearby; he obediently followed Zhang Fan's instruction and brought his ear to Zhang Fan's mouth.

Seeing Ba Ke Er so obedient, Zhang Fan couldn't help but burst into laughter inside, yet he kept a straight face, giving no hint of his intention to Ba Ke Er.

Ba Ke Er waited a while, but seeing Zhang Fan still silent, he grew a bit impatient and tried to straighten up, yet Zhang Fan's hand pressed down on his head.

In order not to hurt Zhang Fan, Ba Ke Er had no choice but to continue bending over, keeping his head low in front of Zhang Fan, and anxiously said:

"Fan Fan, hurry up and speak! What exactly was the funny thing you told Fei Er? Quickly tell me too! Bending over like this is also uncomfortable for me!"

From an angle Ba Ke Er couldn't see, Zhang Fan struggled for a long time but eventually couldn't hold back, gradually curling the corners of his mouth into a furtive smile. To prevent Ba Ke Er from noticing his smile, Zhang Fan had no choice but to keep suppressing it.

With difficulty, Zhang Fan finally managed to hide his smile. Seeing Ba Ke Er maintain that ridiculous posture while holding Le Le for nearly ten minutes, Zhang Fan also knew that if he didn't speak soon, he might miss the opportunity.

Thus, Zhang Fan briefly pondered, then directly brought his mouth closer to Ba Ke Er's ear.

At this moment, the distance between Zhang Fan's mouth and Ba Ke Er's ear was only one millimeter.

Just as Ba Ke Er felt thrilled, thinking he would soon learn Zhang Fan and Fei Er's little secret, he felt Zhang Fan lightly lick his ear, which thrilled him.

Because of that light lick, Ba Ke Er's whole body went limp, and he could hardly listen to Zhang Fan's secret anymore. Lost in the subtle sensation from his ear, his heart felt sweet, and gradually he had some discordant thoughts.

Seeing Ba Ke Er's intoxicated expression, Zhang Fan knew his trick had worked. In Ba Ke Er's view, he furtively curled the corners of his mouth and gave an evil smile.

"Ba Ke Er, you don't want to know what I said to Fei Er, do you? Tell me, should I tell you now… or tonight… in bed?"

Hearing Zhang Fan's usually crystal‑clear voice uttering such bewitching words, Ba Ke Er felt overjoyed beyond measure. After all, since Zhang Fan's pregnancy became apparent, he had never dared to do certain indescribable things with Zhang Fan.

He was afraid that doing so would hurt the baby and Zhang Fan; he had endured this for a couple of Beast God months, and Ba Ke Er could be considered someone who can endure.

But now, hearing Zhang Fan speak near his ear, the warm breath continually blowing from Zhang Fan's mouth into his ear gradually stirred his already somewhat restless heart.

As soon as Zhang Fan's words fell, Ba Ke Er couldn't wait to say: "Fan Fan, let's talk tonight… in bed! I see it's not early yet; I still need to go cook, so I'll hand Le Le over to you first."

Ba Ke Er blushed, hastily shoved Le Le into Zhang Fan's embrace, then hurriedly rushed toward the kitchen.

Zhang Fan lowered his head, looking at the little Le Le laughing 'keke', then lifted his head to see Ba Ke Er's somewhat hurried steps, and couldn't help laughing out loud.