Chapter 65: 41.3

So Cheng Zhaoci happily follows behind Wei Zhuo, arriving at his current residence.

It turns out he lives in a mansion not too different from the one he prepared for Cheng Zhaoci, and Wei Zhuo isn’t romantically inclined enough to have decorated anything commemorative inside, until now.

“I plan to hang a photo of you and I on that wall, there,” Wei Zhuo points to the wall directly opposite the door, completely in view if the door was left open.

“No! Wait! You can’t possibly do that!” Cheng Zhaoci refuses sternly. Embarrassing! Embarrassing enough that Cheng Zhaoci might not ever want to visit again if such a photo were hung.

Wei Zhuo is saddened immediately, but he also knows that he and the young male’s relationship isn’t settled yet. It is rather inappropriate for him to print a photo of him.

As for the possibility of the male not wanting such a photo because it made him look ugly… Of course not. The young male is handsome no matter how he framed him.

Wei Zhuo has Cheng Zhaoci take a seat on the sofa as he heads to the kitchen to cook.

Not long after Cheng Zhaoci has taken a seat at the sofa, Zhou Luoluo is messaging him.

[ZhouLuoluo: How’s the story coming along?]
[ChengZhaoci: Jin Yue caught me again. I only escaped a few moments ago, and I’m at the Squadron Leader’s place right now]
[ZhouLuoluo: ?!?! Did the bastard get caught?]

[ChengZhaoci: Nope…]

Then Zhou Luoluo lists off some hundred thousand pieces of advice for him, not mentioning the story anymore.

‘Tis a day off, then.

So Cheng Zhaoci lies sprawled on the sofa, while watching the décor around and thinking.

This house is too big. It must be lonely to live – there should be another occupant, for example, him.

Cheng Zhaoci can cook, too. As he was single his entire past life, he might not cook like a professional, but it’s at least varied and passable.

He can make money too, and do house chores. Where else could you find such a good male? Please, give him a call. Besides his ineptitude at games, he’s good at everything else.

Then a very nice smell chases away his idle digressing thoughts.

Cheng Zhaoci’s tummy then makes a great big rumble. Ah, he’s hungry, too hungry!

He flies off the couch and sniffs, saying, “it smells so nice!” How? What is the Squadron Leader actually making?

When Wei Zhuo has put the food onto the table, Cheng Zhaoci realises he was wrong.

Help Wei Zhuo with cooking? Haha, he sure was quite shameless there. By his tongue, if Wei Zhuo ever needed to, he could simply open a restaurant to make lots of money.

As the old saying goes, ‘to win his heart, first win over his stomach.’ Cheng Zhaoci was going to nonchalantly ask what Wei Zhuo likes and then show off his cooking. Now great, his efforts are in vain, and Wei Zhuo has his stomach surrendered already.

Wei Zhuo watches Cheng Zhaoci go through the food voraciously with a serious look on his face, and cannot determine if he likes or not likes the food.

Finally, when Cheng Zhaoci is completely stuffed, he can’t help but praise, “you’re really cheating, you know. You can fight, and you can cook, and you look too handsome. How unfair it is to all the other insectoids.”

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Wei Zhuo’s mouth turns into a big smile. It’s not like he’s a stranger to praise, being a grade S shemale soldier, but he’s never been praised in such a way that makes him happy from the inside out.

Cheng Zhaoci also looks really content having been satiated. Peaceful. He can feel his heart beating in response to his happy looks.

Especially when Cheng Zhaoci is looking at him.

There is some strange feeling spreading from his chest outwards. Wei Zhuo tenses up a little, before Cheng Zhaoci gives him a big smile.

Wei Zhuo feels like his heart has come to a stop. It’s like he has some pause function, and the smile feels like it’s lasting indefinitely in his mind.

“Should there always be starry skies, the ocean, and luminescent blue butterflies for romantically liking someone?” Wei Zhuo suddenly asks.

He doesn’t have much of an idea how one should properly ‘like,’ and instinctively feels that Cheng Zhaoci knows these far better than he does, like in the comic that Meng Yuele just keeps yelling happy ‘aaaah’s to.

It is pretty, and timed well, that it feels like romance should just naturally follow.

Yes, that is what ‘romance’ is.

Cheng Zhaoci assumes Wei Zhuo is talking about the comic, and explains, “it’s not set in stone. There are other things like the evening sun, the first ray of sunlight, or bathed in the brilliant river of stars of the universe,” all of those scenes are aesthetically pleasing and associated with love. Generally, these scenes are the ones that loving couples want as a backdrop for their love and romance.

Is it possible, then, that without the starry skies, the universe, the ocean, or the butterflies, or the sunrise and sunset, without anything romantic…
Just simply, finishing a meal, watching an insectoid, and suddenly feel like ‘I can just spend an entire life with him like this’-kind of romance?

Is that also ‘love’?

Wei Zhuo doesn’t need to ask, because his mind is asking him, if this isn’t love either, what else could it even be?

And he finds the thought nagging at him more and more as he thinks more deeply about it.

“Can I still come for the meals here in the future, Squadron Leader?” Cheng Zhaoci really loves Wei Zhuo’s cooking to death. More generally, he loves everything about Wei Zhuo, “you can invite me over when you’re free. You can just ignore me when you’re busy. I’m very low maintenance.”

“Of course. You can tell me about what you want to eat in advance,” Wei Zhuo thinks, and wonders if the male likes his meals because the meal he normally has isn’t actually to his liking, asking, “would you like me to cook you breakfast every morning?”

“Oh, I can’t possibly! You have work, you know!” Cheng Zhaoci himself has let love severely drag his comics on, but that doesn’t deter him from dissuading Wei Zhuo at all, “you need to rest properly everyday. Your body is more important.”

His body is important? Wei Zhuo can feel his heart beating even faster, “al-, alright.”

That night, Wei Zhuo calls his granddad, “I think I might have fallen for a male.”

The Grand Marshal, who thought his grandson would be single his entire life, dedicating himself to the defence of the insectoids “…”

He would think it’s a joke, but the prospects of his grandson knowing how to tell a deadpan joke is about as likely as him falling in love with a male in the first place.

“I want to become his cijun.”

“… Oho.”

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