Chapter 67: Extra 7 and 8
Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Editor: Karai
Extra 7: “Why don’t I have any new clothes?”
At a party, Du Siyue met a famous monster fashion designer and ended up ordering two long, slim coats—long enough for a dragon over two meters.
The designer’s aesthetic was definitely different from the white dragon grandma’s—no embroidery, just flashy and extravagant. He thought dragons would like something bling-bling, so one coat was covered with beautiful gems, and the other was pure handmade embroidery, light gauzy layers piled like fluffy clouds.
The finished clothes came in huge crystal gift boxes, and even the delivery guy was over six feet tall, a handsome guy with a magnetic broadcaster’s voice. “Hello, Mr. Du, please sign here.”
After the delivery guy left, Jiang Yuhao came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and sat on the sofa, waiting to watch Du Siyue open the package, still holding the spatula he hadn’t put away.
Boss Du explained, “I’m not opening it. This is Lin Su’s.”
Jiang Yuhao didn’t get it. “Why would Lin Su’s stuff be sent to our place? Did the delivery service blacklist him for being too annoying?”
Du Siyue said, “…Because I ordered it. It’s a gift for him.”
Jiang Yuhao snorted. “What is it?”
“New clothes.”
“Why don’t I get any?”
“What does that have to do with you?”
But Jiang Yuhao, ever the diva about his patrons, got angry and insisted on buying a new bag! Du Siyue was fed up and finally pulled out his phone. “Shut up. I’ll buy it for you.”
Satisfied, Jiang Yuhao went back to the kitchen, turned the exhaust fan to max, put on a mask, and resumed working on spicy boiled fish and beef tripe stew. Du Siyue rarely looked at prices when shopping, but this time he was shocked when the fashion studio sent the new bill.
The designer personally called to explain: because the silver dragon and the little white dragon differ greatly in size, the silver dragon was just too big. They needed two extra rolls of fabric alone, not to mention the embroidery and gem decorations. High-end monster fashion prices were based on materials used. Du Siyue reluctantly pulled out his credit card.
More materials meant more labor. By the time the clothes were finally finished and delivered, they had almost forgotten about the order. Jiang Yuhao came out of the bedroom wearing slippers, holding a small pair of scissors. He squatted at the door to help Du Siyue open the package. After a while, they pulled out a sparkling box nearly the size of a tea chest.
Jiang Yuhao frowned. “What is this?”
Du Siyue coldly reminded him, “Your new clothes.”
Jiang Yuhao stared at the lace trim in his hands. “…”
Du Siyue ordered, “Put it on.”
Jiang Yuhao absolutely refused. Du Siyue also thought that if Jiang Yuhao wore this outfit, he’d look like a pervert—like one of those desperate men in skirts you see on social news. Especially now that he’d been hitting the gym every day for his new role, his muscles were more defined than ever. As a silver dragon, he was stronger than ever, and lace fashion was about as compatible as oil and water. But at the same time, Du Siyue couldn’t forget the pain of swiping the card. So he forced Jiang Yuhao to put it on.
He tossed down his teacup, grabbed Jiang Yuhao’s pajamas with both hands, and tried to force a change of clothes. He only succeeded halfway—some clothes came off, but the new ones never made it on. Jiang Yuhao lay on the bed, grumbling nonstop.
Then he whined while grumbling, saying he didn’t want to model the clothes anymore because taking care of this dragon cost too much money and his back hurt.
Jiang Yuhao finally said, “Fine, no more modeling.”
Du Siyue got furious. “Fine, then get up!”
Jiang Yuhao refused—not only that, but he leaned down and kissed him, clinging and sticky, and said, “Let’s switch to dating instead.”
Extra 8: The Hot Spring Hotel
After work that day, Shi Wenze had a stack of coupons stuffed in his jeans pocket. Lin Su held the remote and asked him, “Supermarket sale or discounted game cards?”
“Neither,” Shi Wenze said. “That monster hot spring hotel out by Qingshan City just started a trial run. They gave our department ten experience passes. Want to go soak in the hot springs together?”
Lin Su looked at the coupons in his hand and thought the place actually seemed pretty nice. So the two of them drove out to Qingshan over the weekend.
The hot spring hotel’s owner was a slow-talking old turtle dressed in an outdated Zhongshan suit, with an equally old-fashioned style. Every day he wore reading glasses and flipped through the suggestion book hanging by the cash register, chatting with guests when he could.
“I think the rooms are pretty decent,” Lin Su said. “Just the wind howling at night is a little loud.”
“That can’t be helped,” the owner explained. “Our hot spring hotel emphasizes the original, natural environment.”
Since it was all about being natural, of course they couldn’t block out the sounds of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. That was the perfect accompaniment for the place—if they installed double-pane soundproof windows, what would set them apart from the gaudy, money-making hotels in the city? Shi Wenze chimed in from the side, “I think the fancy hotels aren’t bad.”
He was always defending Chicken Foot Boss’s businesses and was known as a good neighbor in Jin City.
Lin Su actually agreed that air-conditioned, luxurious rooms were more comfortable than drafty natural ones. But as the saying went, since they were already there, he didn’t mind getting a bit closer to nature.
Zhou Yuansong was blatantly biased toward Shi Wenze. For example, all the other coupons were for standard rooms, but Shi Wenze alone enjoyed the deluxe suite, complete with an indoor private hot spring.
At nine that night, Lin Su, wearing dinosaur-print shorts, lazily soaked in the spring, his shoulders just barely exposed, his cheeks flushed from the heat.
Shi Wenze asked, “Are you tired?”
Lin Su answered, “A little. The approval process for the art exhibition has too many steps.”
Shi Wenze said, “But I’ve been handling that the whole time.”
Lin Su, feeling justified, replied, “Well, that still tires me out.”
Lin Su just felt worn out every day, didn’t want to work, only wanted to lie down and eat strawberries. He was too lazy to even keep up appearances in any form.
Shi Wenze had no resistance to this soft little white dragon. He could start from the dragon horns and kiss all the way to the tail, gently drying him off with a towel before helping him change into pajamas—long, pure cotton pajamas.
“Good night,” Shi Wenze said as he tucked in the covers. “Sleep in bed. Don’t go crawling on the pillars again at midnight.”
The little white dragon lazily responded, “Mmmhmm,” then yawned and reminded him, “Set an alarm. I have to get up early tomorrow.”
Shi Wenze’s body clock was precise. He didn’t need an alarm and usually woke up around seven every morning.
The morning sun filtered softly through the window screen, bathing the room in gentle warmth. Shi Wenze closed his eyes for a moment, then turned over to kiss Lin Su.
“Get up.”
“No.”
Not only did Lin Su refuse, but he pulled the blanket over his head. Shi Wenze was already used to this routine, so he stopped trying and finished washing up before heading out for breakfast. Lin Su stayed in bed until almost nine, then yawned and reached for his phone.
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”
“I did. You didn’t get up. You bit me.”
Lin Su thought for a moment but couldn’t recall that memory, so he denied it. He got out of bed, toothbrush in his mouth, and asked, “Where are you?”
“In a glass observation room, drinking tea and handling some work,” Shi Wenze glanced at his computer screen and saw the time. “Want me to come back and have breakfast with you?”
“Forget it. You’re busy,” Lin Su said, wiping his face. “I’ll grab a bite at the restaurant and then take a walk in the back hills. We can have lunch together later.”
“Sounds good,” Shi Wenze said. “See you at noon.”
The hot spring hotel was located close to nature—or, to put it bluntly, out in the wilds. Lin Su stepped carefully over dry leaves, breathing in fresh air and snapping pictures with his phone. The scenery was really quite nice, and before he knew it, he had walked deep into the forest where the path narrowed and huge tree canopies blocked much of the sunlight, turning the environment somewhat dark. This was the classic atmosphere of a crime movie scene.
Little white dragons were rare and valuable, the prime targets of illegal kidnapping rings. Lin Su rubbed his chilly arms and quickly turned to head back—but it was too late. With a thud, a shadow dropped in front of him.
Faced with the sudden situation, Lin Su’s first reaction wasn’t to pull out his phone but to search for his stun baton. Clearly, being a government employee’s family member had made him quick on the draw. The shadow fumbled to pull off a mask, trying to hide his face but failing. Lin Su stared and asked, “Boss?”
Chicken Foot Boss chuckled. “Hey, fancy meeting you here. I was just passing by. What about you?”
Lin Su said, “We’re here on vacation.”
Chicken Foot Boss was sensitive about this. He was a sensitive guy. When he heard two neighbors were staying at a competitor’s hotel, he immediately chased after them.
“Are you going to that hot spring hotel down by the foot of the mountain? I run a similar one, but you always refused to try it, claiming you weren’t interested in hot springs and even rejecting the 20% discount coupons.”
Lin Su explained, “It’s because the monster civil servant code says we can’t accept bribes.”
Chicken Foot Boss offered a new idea. “Then just pay regularly. I don’t mind.”
Lin Su said, “…I mind!”
Chicken Foot Boss was obsessed with money, working on a weekend, disguising himself to spy on his competitor’s customer flow. Lin Su found it strangely impressive but didn’t want to stay and listen anymore. The boss grabbed his sleeve. “At least tell me why you chose this hot spring hotel!”
Lin Su said, “Because it feels so natural to sleep here.”
The boss jotted that down, thought for a moment, then double-checked, “By natural, you mean the decor style, right? Not that anything else is primitive? The TV works fine?”
Lin Su refused to answer but had a new idea himself. When they got back to the hot spring hotel, Shi Wenze happened to come looking for him. He pulled Lin Su into a hug.
“Where did you go? You didn’t answer your phone.”
“Didn’t hear it.” Lin Su propped his hands on Shi Wenze’s shoulders, admiring how ridiculously handsome his boyfriend looked. Then he kicked him lightly. “Let’s go back to the room.”
“Not eating?”
“Nope,” Lin Su said. “We’re going to get natural first.”
Shi Wenze didn’t get it. “What natural?”
With no one around, Lin Su slid his hand under Shi Wenze’s t-shirt. Shi Wenze tensed. Lin Su casually curled his tail around him. Shi Wenze tightened his arms and silently quickened his pace. The room’s decor was very natural. And their happiness was natural too. Definitely a five-star experience.
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