After The Soft And Cute Beauty Marries The Wolf King - Chapter 33

In these days, it’s snowing on the grassland again. The snowflakes aren’t very big, but it hasn’t stopped, and there’s quite a bit of snow on the ground. Xie Zhiqing walked cautiously, one step shallow and one step deep, with snow sticking to his boots.

 

When he reached the cliff in front of the secret base, Xie Zhiqing stretched his neck to look down.

 

In theory, with Lang Sa’ excellent hearing, he should be able to hear his footsteps, but there was no movement below. Xie Zhiqing even began to doubt if Lang Sa had already left.

 

But he decided to go down and take a look first.

 

The previously unrepaired small steps were finally fixed. However, the last two or three steps were obviously higher than the ones above. Xie Zhiqing walked back and forth several times but still wasn’t used to it. Just like before, his feet slipped on the steps, and he stumbled down.

 

“Ah, ah!” Xie Zhiqing exclaimed a few times, worried that he might slip because of the snow.

 

With a low chuckle, he fell into familiar arms.

 

“Lang Sa!” Xie Zhiqing smiled and threw himself into his embrace. “So you’re here!”

 

Lang Sa hugged Xie Zhiqing tightly, lowering his head to ask, “How did you come here?”

 

As he spoke, he wrapped his arm around Xie Zhiqing’s waist and walked into the small cave.

 

It seemed that Lang Sa had been here for quite a while. The firewood burned brightly, making the cave warm and bright.

 

However, apart from the pile of firewood, there was neither food nor drink in the cave.

 

“Are you daydreaming here?” Xie Zhiqing chuckled.

 

Lang Sa lazily smiled, not answering directly, just vaguely agreeing.

 

After a while, Lang Sa finally looked up and said, “The steps outside are not well repaired. I’ll fix them later. Every time I see you going up and down, I’m afraid you’ll fall.”

 

“It’s okay.” Xie Zhiqing sat down beside him, poking his elbow with his finger and whispered, “I know you’re here, so…”

 

He didn’t continue his sentence, but Lang Sa understood.

 

He knew that as long as Lang Sa was here, he wouldn’t fall—As long as Lang Sa was here, he would definitely catch him.

 

Lang Sa elongated his voice with a “Hmm” and nodded, saying, “Yeah, alright, let’s not bother.”

 

The two sat quietly for a while, neither saying a word.

 

Later, it was Lang Sa who spoke first.

 

“Tannis has gone out again.” He propped his hands on the ground, in a very relaxed posture, and said, “I don’t know where he went, maybe to find Lang Xiaoxiao.”

 

“Oh, I see.” Xie Zhiqing suddenly realized, “No wonder he didn’t come to find Athena to play this morning.”

 

Lang Sa sighed helplessly, “The wolf follows the master, and Tannis has a big heart. He just wants to go out and play all day. When Athena was as big as him, she already knew how to help me herd sheep.”

 

“Oh, you’re the Wolf King.” Xie Zhiqing leaned gently against Lang Sa’ shoulder and said, “She’s not the Wolf King. She definitely doesn’t think as much as you, and…”

 

He stopped halfway through his words, unsure how to continue. After thinking for a while, he gestured and said, “Anyway, it’s just that she’s young and hasn’t experienced much, hasn’t met many people, so… there must be many things she hasn’t thought of.”

 

Xie Zhiqing emphasized, “It’s not that she doesn’t want to understand, it’s that she simply hasn’t thought about wanting to understand—Lang Sa, am I right?”

 

But Lang Sa shook his head, “These are not reasons—Xiaoqing’er, let me ask you, you and her are the same age, you would consider these things, why can’t she?”

 

Xie Zhiqing was speechless. He could only shake his head and comfort, “Maybe… it’s just a coincidence?”

 

He peeked at Lang Sa’ investigation materials.

 

After all, Xiao Qi is the prince of the Sun Yang Kingdom. It’s impossible for rumors not to spread everywhere. Lang Sa’ attendants inquired for a long time, but only found out a little bit of widely known information. And this “widely known information” was particularly worrying.

 

For some reason, this prince has never married an official wife. And in June of this year, a little concubine beside him died—dying from illness is not surprising; in their era, it’s normal for princes to have concubines. What’s really strange and worrying is that this little concubine was the third woman to die beside Xiao Qi.

 

One person is accidental, two people are coincidental, but three people seem too strange.

 

For someone like Lang Xiaoxiao, who has no emotional experience and a mind as pure as a blank sheet of paper, having someone like Xiao Qi with such a past is definitely not a good match.

 

Lang Sa shrugged and said, “Whether it’s a coincidence, who knows. Forget it, let’s not worry about her. Lang Xiaoxiao’s temper, even if I tell her, she won’t listen. Anyway, when the time comes, I’ll tell her about these things, and the rest, everyone has their own fate.”

 

He even had the mood to make a joke, “Everyone has their own fate.”

 

Xie Zhiqing also smiled along.

 

He suddenly remembered the question Lang Xiaoxiao had asked him.

 

It seemed that not long ago, Lang Xiaoxiao had asked him if he loved Lang Sa, what love was to him, and inexplicably asked if he hated Lang Sa.

 

Xie Zhiqing could vaguely understand where her thoughts were coming from, but honestly, even now, he had thoughts in these areas—He had never hated Lang Sa, not even a bit. At the beginning of their relationship, he was even grateful to Lang Sa. Grateful for saving his country, grateful for always considering him, grateful for everything he did for this political marriage.

 

It was precisely because of this that when Lang Xiaoxiao asked this question at the time, he was really confused.

 

Xie Zhiqing thought to himself that at least on this matter, Lang Xiaoxiao thought more than he imagined.

 

He told Lang Sa about this, only omitting the part about “hating or not hating Lang Sa, hating or not hating this political marriage,” and comforted him, “Xiaoxiao also understands some things. Maybe she’s more mature than you think!”

 

Lang Sa didn’t even know about this. At this moment, hearing Xie Zhiqing’s words, he couldn’t believe it, “Can that crazy girl Lang Xiaoxiao say something like that?”

 

Xie Zhiqing chuckled and nudged him, “Stop scolding her all the time.”

 

Lang Sa shook his head, exaggeratedly pursed his lips.

 

They didn’t continue discussing this issue and just sat quietly together.

 

Lang Sa had indeed been troubled by Lang Xiaoxiao’s affairs these days. Now, although things hadn’t been resolved, having Xie Zhiqing by his side made him feel surprisingly better.

 

He pinched Xie Zhiqing’s earlobe and finally smiled from the bottom of his heart.

 

Seeing him finally smile, Xie Zhiqing no longer worried. He touched his own nose and said embarrassedly, “Today, I peeked at your information about Xiao Qizhen.”

 

Lang Sa turned to look at him and said, “What’s there to peek at? You can see whatever you want of mine. There’s nothing I wouldn’t let you know.”

 

Xie Zhiqing smiled with pursed lips.

 

Lang Sa continued, “What’s mine is yours—I have nothing to hide from you.”

 

Xie Zhiqing’s head drooped even lower, and that familiar shadow slowly climbed from his earlobe to the side of his face again.

 

Lang Sa cleared his throat and leaned over to kiss him.

 

The firewood burning in the cave cast a faint red glow on Xie Zhiqing’s profile. He closed his eyes, looking obedient.

 

When Lang Sa hugged him, he also actively wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, obediently letting the man lift him onto his thigh.

 

When Lang Sa bit his tongue, he dodged a bit and said, “It’s not evening yet…”

 

“Can’t it be during the day?” Lang Sa searched for his lips and asked, “Who said it can only be at night?”

 

Xie Zhiqing couldn’t argue with him, so he turned his head without answering. His eyelashes fluttered, shy yet boldly proactive.

 

He touched Lang Sa’ lips, his voice almost inaudible.

 

“Maybe… it can be during the day too…”

 

Amidst the confusion, Xie Zhiqing felt his hair loosening. Opening his eyes, he realized that Lang Sa had taken out the hairpin.

 

“Xiaoqing’er…” Lang Sa murmured his name in his ear, then lowered his head to kiss his moist eyelids.

 

Xie Zhiqing choked back a sob and stopped looking at how he was handling his own long hair.

 

Lang Sa wound his ink-like black hair around a few times, and with a few simple movements, he tied up his long hair again. Then he took out something from his chest and fixed his hair with it.

 

Xie Zhiqing didn’t pay attention. He hugged Lang Sa’ shoulders tightly, resting his chin on them, with his eyes half-open and absent-mindedly gazing.

 

The pile of firewood that Lang Sa had lit gradually burned out. As the sky outside darkened, only two faint shadows could be seen in the small cave. The fair and slender fingers clung tightly to the other person’s shoulders, and after a long time, they finally relaxed, leaving behind a series of shallow scratch marks.

 

When Xie Zhiqing woke up again, it was half an hour later.

 

He was lying on Lang Sa’ cloak and coat, covered with his own clothes.

 

The warmth of the firewood still lingered, and the cave wasn’t too cold. He tightened the clothes covering him and asked aloud, “Lang Sa, where are you? I can’t see you.”

 

At the same time, Lang Sa responded, and his footsteps immediately approached.

 

Xie Zhiqing was once again embraced by him.

 

“I was going to find some branches to start another fire,” Lang Sa said, “But when I went up, the snow was too heavy outside, and the branches were damp. I couldn’t start a fire for a while.”

 

Xie Zhiqing’s voice still had a soft and sleepy tone, saying, “No need to start another fire, anyway, you can see.”

 

“Aren’t you cold?” Lang Sa asked.

 

Xie Zhiqing moved his hands and feet, saying, “I’m not cold.”

 

Lang Sa reached out and touched, and the little prince’s hands and feet were indeed warm.

 

“That’s strange,” Lang Sa exclaimed curiously, “There’s a fireplace and hot water bottles in the room, but your feet are still icy cold. How come they’re warm now in this wilderness?”

 

Xie Zhiqing looked up at him, showing a disdainful expression where Lang Sa couldn’t see.

 

Of course, it was because compared to those things, Lang Sa’ body was warmer…

 

Xie Zhiqing pursed his lips, silently complaining about Lang Sa’ ignorance.

 

Whether it was because he had kept his worries to himself for too long and felt much relieved after speaking out, or because the mischief in the secret base had relieved Lang Sa’ bad mood, anyway, when they came out of the small cave, Lang Sa’ mood visibly improved.

 

As usual, he carried Xie Zhiqing on his back as they walked home.

 

“Xiaoqing’er, I’ve been thinking again,” Lang Sa spoke up on the way, “Maybe it’s because Lang Xiaoxiao usually gives people the feeling that she’s unreliable, so I always feel like she’ll only cause trouble. Maybe you’re right, she also has her own thoughts. So, I think I won’t speculate on these things for now. When she comes back, I’ll have a chance to talk to her properly and see what the plan is.”

 

Xie Zhiqing nodded against his back and said, “Okay.”

 

Later, Lang Sa said, “I’ve been busy with her affairs for the past few days, but starting tomorrow, I won’t bother anymore!”

 

Xie Zhiqing laughed again and said, “The work of the Wolf King is really whimsical.”

 

“Yeah, it is whimsical,” Lang Sa lifted him up, “Anyway, no one can control me.”

 

He muttered under his breath, “Speaking of which, that dead girl’s temperament is really like mine.”

 

Xie Zhiqing burst into laughter.

 

The weather tonight was very good, the moon was full and bright, and the moonlight seemed warm, shining warmly on Xie Zhiqing.

 

Xie Zhiqing lay on Lang Sa’ back, occasionally lifting his head to look at the sky.

 

The night on the grassland was always dark, except for the moonlight, there was no other light to illuminate the night. But such darkness now brought endless sense of security to Xie Zhiqing.

 

He rubbed his cheek against Lang Sa’ shoulder, thinking that with the Wolf King around, even if it was pitch black in front of him, he wouldn’t feel the darkness.

 

Xie Zhiqing hugged Lang Sa’ neck tightly and exclaimed, “The moon is so beautiful!”

 

“Yeah,” Lang Sa didn’t understand how the topic shifted here, but he still looked up at the sky and said, “The moon is really bright tonight.”

 

“Mmm!” Xie Zhiqing touched his face and whispered softly in his ear.

 

That night before going to bed, Xie Zhiqing habitually reached out to remove the hairpin—only to find that something was wrong with the feel of it.

 

He quickly ran to the dressing table and sat down, looking at the bronze mirror to see what Lang Sa had done to his head earlier.

 

It turned out that Lang Sa had replaced his hairpin with a new one.

 

Xie Zhiqing took off the new hairpin and carefully examined it in his hand.

 

It was a sandalwood hairpin.

 

Xie Zhiqing held it in his hand and felt extremely happy.

 

He placed the new hairpin neatly on the dressing table and hurried back to bed, pulling the covers over himself.

 

“Hehe!” he grinned at Lang Sa, looking silly.

 

The Wolf King pretended to push him away in disdain, but soon pulled him back into his arms.

 

Another night of sweet dreams.