After The Soft And Cute Beauty Marries The Wolf King - Chapter 29

Whether it was because he hadn’t slept well that night or not, Lang Sa’s spirits hadn’t been great for the past few days. Apart from teasing Xie Zhiqing, he seemed uninterested in other things.

 

Xie Zhiqing had no idea what was wrong with him. At first, he thought it was due to the complexities of the wolf clan’s internal affairs, but Lang Sa hadn’t been busy these past few days. Then he thought it might be because Lang Sa missed Lang Xiaoxiao, but that wasn’t the case either—

 

If Xie Zhiqing hadn’t brought it up, Lang Sa would have forgotten all about Lang Xiaoxiao’s escapades.

 

However, besides his lack of interest in anything other than Xie Zhiqing, Lang Sa exhibited no other peculiarities. For the past few days, he often accompanied Xie Zhiqing to the vegetable garden, humbly seeking farming advice from Lu Lingling.

 

This was quite a challenge for Lu Lingling.

 

“Your Majesty, you can add a bit more water,” Lu Lingling said pitifully.

 

“Oh,” Lang Sa nodded and focused on pouring water from the hose onto a single seedling.

 

Lu Lingling clutched her chest in frustration, “Not that much…”

 

Lang Sa clicked his tongue in irritation, “Didn’t you say to add more?!”

 

Terrified and heartbroken, Lu Lingling gestured with her hands, “Just a little, a little bit!”

 

Xie Zhiqing was almost laughing himself to tears.

 

He jogged over to Lang Sa, took the hose from him, and patiently asked Lu Lingling, “To what extent should we water it?”

 

Relieved, Lu Lingling exclaimed, “Princess Consort, let me teach you!”

 

Lu Lingling was indeed very serious in her teaching. She carefully explained how to tend to the small vegetable plot, covering everything from planting times to fertilization and harvest.

 

After listening, Xie Zhiqing smiled and remarked, “It’s so complicated! Who knew farming had so much knowledge.”

 

Lu Lingling chuckled, “If the Princess Consort is interested, I can explain it in more detail next time.”

 

While they chatted happily, the Wolf King sat gloomily on the ground sorting the harvested leaves. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but interject, “Hey, Deer, you gave me such a rough explanation. Do you think I can’t understand or can’t learn?”

 

Lu Lingling froze in fear from head to toe, trembling and unable to move.

 

Xie Zhiqing laughed and walked over to Lang Sa, pulling him up by the arm, “Oh, come on, don’t scare her. Let’s go find the chef to cook! How about making cabbage meatball soup?”

 

Lang Sa glanced at Xie Zhiqing with a stern face, and after a long pause, he finally grunted through his nose and said, “Fine, let’s make your jade ball soup.”

 

Xie Zhiqing laughed and poked his shoulder, “You’re so annoying!”

 

In the cold grasslands, all kinds of warm soups became their dietary preference. Xie Zhiqing felt warm all over after drinking the soup, and when he looked up—

 

Lang Sa was staring at him in a daze again.

 

Tilting his head, he asked, “Lang Sa, what are you thinking about?”

 

Lang Sa replied, “I’m thinking about how you can eat so much and still not gain weight.”

 

“…” Xie Zhiqing looked at his empty bowl, “Do I really eat that much?”

 

Lang Sa continued to tease him, “Yes, you do eat a lot.”

 

Xie Zhiqing pouted and glared at him.

 

Finally, Lang Sa half-jokingly and half-seriously explained, “I’m not thinking about anything, just feeling a bit unwell.”

 

Part of it was true—Lang Sa’s heat phase was lasting a bit longer this time. Despite having vented several times, this surge of emotions hadn’t completely subsided.

 

During his heat phase, Lang Sa often felt lethargic. Coupled with his constant worry about Xie Zhiqing, his mood was even worse.

 

“What’s wrong? Why haven’t you mentioned it?” Xie Zhiqing asked worriedly.

 

Lang Sa stretched and gave a faint smile, “It’s just a minor issue, nothing serious. Don’t worry.”

 

Xie Zhiqing nodded in half-understanding.

 

Perhaps it was because he had lied offhandedly, but before long, Lang Sa actually started to feel unwell.

 

After chatting with Xie Zhiqing for a while, he unprecedentedly went to bed early.

 

Before sleeping, he looked at Xie Zhiqing’s worried expression, reached out to touch his face, and said, “Don’t worry,” before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

 

Lang Sa rarely dreamed, but whenever he did, the dreams were never pleasant.

 

From his previous life to this one, the scene he dreamed of most often was Xie Zhiqing lying lifeless by the roadside. Each time he dreamed of this, it felt as if his throat was being squeezed, making it impossible to breathe.

 

This terrifying nightmare had disappeared for a while after he married Xie Zhiqing, but it didn’t last long. Recently, Lang Sa started having nightmares again.

 

This time, the nightmares weren’t as bloody as before, but they were even more impactful.

 

He often dreamed of Xie Zhiqing getting angry at him, questioning why he brought him to the grasslands.

 

In the dream, Xie Zhiqing would scream, asking if Lang Sa knew he had family, if he knew his home was in Anyu.

 

Lang Sa had no response.

 

In the end, Xie Zhiqing would disappointingly say that the grasslands would never be his home and that the Wolf King was just a jerk who forcibly took him away.

 

Barely escaping one nightmare, he quickly fell into another.

 

*

 

“Lang Sa, Lang Sa!”

 

Lang Sa jolted awake.

 

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared sharply at Xie Zhiqing.

 

Xie Zhiqing had never seen Lang Sa like this, feeling both surprised and terrified. He touched Lang Sa’s hand with his index finger and whispered, “You’re burning up.”

 

Lang Sa stared at Xie Zhiqing for a long time.

 

It seemed like he hadn’t woken up from the nightmare. He really thought for a long time.

 

Just a moment ago, Xie Zhiqing had been berating him, his expression so cold that he seemed ready to kill him.

 

Lang Sa propped himself up and slowly leaned towards the person in front of him.

 

He thought again that a dream was just a dream. It couldn’t be real. How could Xie Zhiqing use that expression and tone to say such things?

 

He felt relieved again, thankful it was just a dream, thankful the person in front of him was the real Xie Zhiqing.

 

He sat up straight, held Xie Zhiqing’s hand against his face, and said, “It was a nightmare. It’s nothing. Did I scare you?”

 

Xie Zhiqing hesitated and nodded.

 

“Maybe I’ve just been too busy lately and haven’t rested well,” Lang Sa said with a bitter smile. “I’ll adjust in the next couple of days—hey, why are your hands so cold?”

 

He looked at Xie Zhiqing’s hands, pressed them with his palms, and frowned. “Where’s the hand warmer? It’s so cold, and you’re not using a hand warmer?”

 

Xie Zhiqing hesitated and said, “I’m not cold. Lang Sa, it seems… you have a fever.”

 

“What?” Lang Sa exclaimed, “I have a fever?!”

 

He turned over and sat up, using the back of his hand to check his forehead’s temperature.

 

Sure enough, it was burning hot.

 

Lang Sa sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while before closing his eyes and lying back down.

 

“I’m not feverish. It’s not a fever. Wolves… wolves don’t get fevers,” he said softly.

 

Wolves indeed don’t get fevers—he was in heat.

 

For highly intelligent wolves like Lang Sa, the heat period wouldn’t cause them to lose their minds like ordinary beasts, nor would they seek to mate with everyone they saw. Apart from the appearance of wolf patterns on their bodies, Lang Sa’s heat period almost had no other manifestations and was no different from the normal state of a human.

 

However, if it went on for too long without relief, it would still lead to serious consequences. In his previous life, Lang Sa lacked experience in this regard and ignored some relatively obvious early symptoms. Long-term unrelieved desires prematurely ended his young life.

 

The initial more obvious symptom was persistent fever.

 

For some reason, the fever symptom appeared unusually early this time.

 

“What exactly is going on…” Xie Zhiqing asked nervously.

 

Lang Sa opened his eyes, touched his thigh with his hand, and said in a low voice, “It’s not a fever. It’s a… heat symptom. It’s not serious.”

 

This time, Xie Zhiqing wasn’t so easily fooled. He asked again, “Your body is so hot, and you say it’s not serious?”

 

“It doesn’t count,” Lang Sa said, covering his eyes with the back of his hand to block his vision, “I won’t die anyway.”

 

… For now.

 

No sooner had he said that than Xie Zhiqing punched him.

 

Lang Sa opened his eyes to see the teary-eyed face in front of him.

 

“What kind of nonsense is that?” Xie Zhiqing said, “Does it have to be deadly to be serious?”

 

He had long had questions about Lang Sa’s peculiar heat period and decided to take this opportunity to ask clearly: “Lang Sa, your… your heat period…”

 

Xie Zhiqing hesitated, unsure how to phrase his question. After stammering for a while, he awkwardly asked, “Why does it seem like you’re always in heat…?”

 

Lang Sa was taken aback and almost choked on his breath.

 

He felt both angry and amused, glaring at Xie Zhiqing and scaring him by saying, “Because I’ve been holding back for too long!”

 

After saying that, he couldn’t help but laugh. Yet, feeling that laughing over such a topic would tarnish the fierce image of the Wolf King, he covered his eyes with his arm to hide his barely contained amusement.

 

However, he never expected to hear the sound of Xie Zhiqing undressing in the next moment.

 

Lang Sa sat up abruptly in bed, his voice stammering, “Xiao… Xiao Qing’er!”

 

Xie Zhiqing looked up in a panic and quickly glanced at him.

 

With fingers as white as scallions, Xie Zhiqing was unbuttoning his shirt, half of his shoulder already exposed. His fair skin shone in the darkness, making Lang Sa feel dizzy.

 

At some point, Lang Sa had even held his breath.

 

“I-I thought you…” Xie Zhiqing’s expression was somewhat embarrassed, and he said nervously, “I thought you wanted this… Was I mistaken?”

 

Lang Sa exhaled heavily and collapsed back onto the bed.

 

He raised his arm to cover his eyes and murmured, “I’m going crazy…”

 

After saying that, he suddenly sat up and pressed Xie Zhiqing’s nape, kissing him fiercely!

 

The dim oil lamp cast their shadows onto the window, where the two figures blurred together, resembling swaying tree branches outside.

 

Xie Zhiqing’s clothes were torn, the clasps coming undone, and the garment falling to the floor.

 

Rough fingers gripped his shoulders, and by the time they finally let go, the skin was bruised.

 

Xie Zhiqing sank into the bedding, his slender neck arched high, allowing the person on top to bite and ravage him.

 

However, this night was different from previous times; even after hundreds of thrusts, the Wolf King showed no sign of stopping.

 

Using the last bit of his strength, Xie Zhiqing held onto Lang Sa’s shoulders, shivering as he kissed his face and called his name sweetly.

 

… But he received no mercy as he had before.

 

When he woke up again, it was surprisingly early.

 

The young prince of Anyu had become accustomed to being spoiled and lazy because of Lang Sa.

 

He moved his neck and waist, finding no discomfort.

 

Xie Zhiqing’s face turned red slowly, and he optimistically reassured himself that he must have gotten used to it with Lang Sa.

 

He couldn’t think about it anymore; his upbringing forbade him from indulging in such absurd thoughts during the day.

 

He got out of bed, just as Lang Sa pushed the door open and came in.

 

Their eyes met.

 

This time, it was actually Lang Sa who looked away first.

 

His expression was very uneasy, and seeing Xie Zhiqing already up, he felt extremely awkward. Clearing his throat, he said, “You’re awake.”

 

In contrast, Xie Zhiqing seemed much more composed. He even managed a shy smile and said, “Yes, I’m awake.”

 

“…” Lang Sa awkwardly replied, “Oh, that’s good, that’s good.”

 

Before Xie Zhiqing could ponder why Lang Sa’s demeanor and tone were so unnatural, they heard the old wolf queen’s voice from outside.

 

“Is Xiao Qing’er awake?” the woman’s voice was both charming and authoritative, “You’ve been sleeping for two days, it’s time to wake up!”

 

Lang Sa: “…”

 

He slammed the door shut.

 

Xie Zhiqing: “?”

 

Two days? What two days?

 

Who slept for two days???