CH 54

[Wedding photos?] Mianmian Rabbit tilted his head, he looked at Sivir, and asked in confusion: [Our wedding photos?]

Sivir nodded slightly.

[Hasn’t it already been taken?] Mianmian Rabbit felt strange: [When we first registered our marital status, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau came to our door and took pictures of us! Wooo!]

Tu Mianmian used his mental strength to talk to the Duke, while stretching out his rabbit’s paws, grabbing the white veil above his head and pulling it down.

Can’t pull it off. He even pulled on the hair on the top of his head.

“It’s not the same.” Seeing that Mianmian Rabbit was struggling, Sivir reached out to help him take off the veil, “That’s a marriage certificate photo.”

He took off the other clothes on Mianmian and said in a low voice: “It’s different from wedding photos.”

Tu Mianmian was taken aback.

He turned back into his human form, wrapped up in the quilt, and his heart began beating inexplicably.

Sivir was watching him.

In the past, His Excellency’s emerald green eyes looked like icy cold lakes, piercing one’s bones.

But when looking at Tu Mianmian, there was only tenderness in his eyes.

“You want to take another set of wedding photos of the two of us now?” Tu Mianmian asked awkwardly.

Sivir leaned over and kissed Tu Mianmian delicately on the corner of Tu Mianmian’s lips, “Yes.”

Tu Mianmian curled up his fingers faintly from the kiss.

He was obviously an old man, but he couldn’t help but blush a little.

Tu Mianmian wrapped the quilt around his body again, and was about to bury himself, as if he wanted to hide, “That, that…”

Tu Mianmian hummed softly, “Those small clothes can’t be secretly worn by me at night.”

So you can ask his opinion during the day before trying on the wedding dress on Tutu!?

Sivir laughed.

“Okay.” The husband was strict and the Lord Duke admitted his mistake graciously, “I won’t dare to do it again next time.”

On the matter of the wedding photos, the Duke and his little husband reached a tacit consensus.

The next day, logistics robots delivered all kinds of wedding dresses one after another.

There were big ones and small ones.

The Duke was in a good mood, and treated everyone in the Duke’s Mansion with a rare gentleness.

After all, the wedding clothes were in hand, and now the Duke will take his little sweetheart to go through pre-wedding preparations and do a wedding photoshoot!

The maids and home service robots of the Duke’s Mansion have already finished setting up the interior.

The central control system had been intelligently adjusted, so there was no need to worry about the lighting, shadows, and smoke rendering which will be carried out according to the situation.

Tu Mianmian was looking through the pile of clothes for the wedding photos in the bedroom.

He pulled out a particularly fabric-abundant skirt from it, and asked doubtfully, “Why are there still small skirts?”

Hearing his question, Sivir turned his head to glance at Mianmian’s hands, and then turned his face back.

The Duke straightened the bow tie around his neck, with a calm expression, and said nonchalantly, “Maybe they bought it wrongly.”

Tu Mianmian threw the little skirt towards Sivir directly.

You’re the one who bought it wrong!

Smelly and shameless, getting more and more perverted.

——

""

There were various styles of wedding dresses and various indoor settings, so there were also a lot of wedding photos to be taken.

Sivir and Tu Mianmian spent an entire afternoon on this.

There were many beautiful wedding photos.

There was a picture of Mianmian in human-shaped formal attire, and there was a picture of Mianmian with rabbit ears and a rabbit tail.

There was also a picture of a bunny with lop-ears, wearing a variety of small wedding dresses, being held in the palm of the Duke, on the top of the head, lying on the shoulder, or held in his arms, etc.

A series of photos were taken that were not allowed to be appreciated by outsiders.

The former two types of wedding photos were able to entertain the eyes of everyone in the Duke’s Mansion, while the latter were treasured by the Duke.

Even if one wants to frantically look at them, there is no way of stealing it from the Lord Duke to take a quick look.

“Does it look good on me?” Tu Mianmian probed his light brain, leaning close to Sivir to look at the wedding photos on his light brain as well.

He had just finished taking the last group of wedding photos, he was in his half-beast form with rabbit ears and tail, dressed like a delicate little prince.

When he got close to Sivir, the rabbit ears slipped from the side of his head and brushed against the Duke’s cheek.

“It’s beautiful.” Sivir turned his head to respond, and the soft touch on his cheek was very comfortable.

He kissed the little husband’s rabbit ears: “It’s very cute.”

With his tail cocked up, Mianmian happily went to change his clothes.

After Mianmian had finished looking at the pictures, had gone upstairs, Butler Anderson stepped forward and interrupted Sivir’s appreciation of the wedding photos: “Your Highness the Duke.”

Anderson explained: “I still have some details to ask for your opinions and ideas. ”

Sivir nodded.

The two were still in talks about the wedding.

The general process had been figured out, but the details were still uncertain.

“I think it’s better for Madam to participate in the planning of the wedding.” Butler Anderson said as he pushed up his monocle.

“Why don’t you do it according to Madam’s preferences.” Butler Anderson suggested.

Sivir thought for a while, then nodded and said, “Okay.”

“I will tell Mianmian.”

Butler Anderson nodded lovingly.

The home service robots were dismantling and tidying up the interior sets after the wedding photoshoot finished.

And Judy was hiding in a corner, looking at the wedding photos of Mianmian Rabbit secretly photographed on her light brain, smiling so hard that you could see all her teeth.

She swiped down, and quickly covered her mouth, for fear that she would be hit by the cuteness and that she would laugh out loud.

Butler Anderson: “…”

The butler waved at Judy, “Judy.”

“Here!” Judy quickly put away her light brain and walked out of the corner.

Butler Anderson said with his hands behind his back, “Come help.”

He adjusted his glasses, “There is going to be a happy event in the Duke’s Mansion.”

“Okay.” Judy agreed first, but was a little confused afterwards: “What happy event?”

The butler smiled slyly, and he blinked at Judy, “Looking at today’s wedding photos, what kind of happy event do you think?”

“…Wedding?” Judy guessed.

Seeing Butler Anderson nodding, her eyes lit up, and she happily said, “It’s an honor!”

——

The Duke, who was in a good mood after taking the wedding photos, ended his good mood with his own hands before going to bed at night.

Tu Mianmian was still washing, while Sivir went to read the “Guidelines for Pregnant Nursing Care” before going to bed as usual.

He turned on his light brain to continue where he left off reading.

After finishing a chapter about the dangers and complications of twin births for a pregnant woman, Sivir continued to scroll down.

After seeing the next page, he sat there suddenly stunned: “…”

Sivir closed the e-book.

After two seconds of silence, he opened it again, and the contents were still exactly the same as what he had just seen.

It’s not that he opened the wrong ebook, but the content was really that way.

——

That night, Sivir woke up from a nightmare.

His back was almost soaked in cold sweat, and his eyes were dark.

“What’s the matter?” Tu Mianmian also woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Sivir in a daze.

Tu Mianmian woke up immediately from his daze, held the Duke’s handsome face, carefully observed it, and turned pale with shock, “What’s going on?!”

Tu Mianmian was shocked: “Did I sleepwalk at night and beat you up?!”

Did he give him two black eye circles?

“No.” Sivir hugged Tu Mianmian, resting his forehead on Mianmian’s shoulder, “I dreamed about you.”

“What did you dream about?” Tu Mianmian patted the Duke’s head while comforting him and asked.

He remembered that he had dreamed that the Duke had other rabbits outside, and judged others by himself, and guessed: “Could it be that you dreamed that I had other dog men outside?”

That’s why the Duke is so worried and miserable and haggard?

“Hahahaha.” Tu Mianmian couldn’t help laughing at his guess.

Sivir: “…”

He has to say, the little husband is indeed a little expert at enlivening the atmosphere.

The dull Duke immediately felt very much relieved.

""

“No.” Sivir let out a deep breath from his chest, he hugged Tu Mianmian’s waist and put his ears on Tu Mianmian’s abdomen.

It seemed like he could hear the heartbeat of the fetus, and there was a trace of blood connection felt in the dark.

“Mianmian.” The bloody scene in the nightmare was vivid in his mind as Sivir closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: “Otherwise…don’t give birth.”

Tu Mianmian: “?”

Huh?

Mianmian’s laughter stopped abruptly.

“Do you mean to abort, to kill it?” Tu Mianmian was taken aback.

Sivir got up, looked directly at Tu Mianmian, and nodded slowly: “Yeah.”

Tu Mianmian’s mouth became O-shaped, and he was shocked when he saw that the Duke’s expression did not seem to be fake, “You are so cruel!”

He was pregnant for five months, but in exchange he was given such words—“Get rid of it!”

Cruel and ruthless Duke!

Tu Mianmian kicked Sivir’s face.

Then Mianmian hugged his stomach and backed away, with tears in the corners of his eyes: “Hey! You can’t deprive me of my right to be a father!”

“Mianmian.” Sivir didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He stepped forward to hug the little sweetheart, and patted his back, “I dreamed that you had dystocia.”

Meng Tutu fell into a pool of blood, crying and telling him how painful it was. (T/N: ‘Meng’ means lovely, cute, or adorable)

“Is that so…” Tu Mianmian was stunned.

He patted His Excellency the Duke, “Don’t think wildly.”

He is a great rabbit.

Super healthy!

“I’ll be fine.” Tu Mianmian coaxed the Duke, “I won’t have a miscarriage.”

Father and son are safe!

——

It was rare for the Duke to lose his mind, and the little husband comforted him for a long time before finally dispelling the worries in the Duke’s heart.

The two fell asleep again. When he woke up the next day, Sivir stretched out his hand and looked beside him, only to find that Tu Mianmian was not on the bed.

He sat up and looked around, and saw that Tu Mianmian was sitting by the window, wrapped in a dress-robe and opening the curtain to look outside.

Sivir recognized Tu Mianmian’s coat as his own, and his gaze suddenly became very soft.

He got up and walked behind Tu Mianmian, “Mianmian, what are you looking at?”

“What are they doing?” Tu Mianmian asked, looking out the window.

Sivir followed suit.

In the courtyard of the Duke’s Mansion, transport robots were busy moving in and out, bringing in large and small things.

“They are preparing things for our wedding,” Sivir said.

“Huh?” Tu Mianmian turned his head, doubt written on his face: “Wedding?”

“Yes, wedding.” Sivir repeated these two words.

He squatted down and kissed Tu Mianmian’s eyelashes: “Our wedding.”