CH 106

February 25, 2022 by danmeiheaven

In the next early morning, the gentle sunshine poured into the room from the window.

The window was covered with a layer of the mist because of the cold, giving off a moist feel to it. Outside is the unique silence of winter, with no sound heard at this moment.

The three candles that were lit on the round table at the end of the bed last night had long since burned out, leaving only a little dark red wax oil on the dark wood-colored table, indicating the traces of its existence.

At this moment, there was some movement on the sofa.

Brown Sugar slowly opened his golden eyes. After adapting to the sun for a while, he opened his mouth and yawned. His red tongue stretched out to lick his lips. Then he quietly stood up, jumped off the sofa, and stretched his body on the soft carpet.

After silently grinding his claws, he flicked his tail and walked towards the quiet big bed—the pale red veil fluttered gently, slightly swaying with the wind as he walked…

Brown Sugar sniffed for Xia Zuoyi’s smell and walked towards the side of the queen-sized bed.

—The black plushy head stretched into the veil, resulting in two pairs of golden eyes meeting in the air, one ignorant and the other indifferent.

Brown Sugar tilted his head, looking puzzled at the overlapping posture of the two on the big bed.

—After a night of tossing and turning, Xia Zuoyi was already lying on the Pope, with his hands and feet on his chest and legs…

His head rested on Segalot’s shoulders, with his rosy lips slightly open, showing that he was sleeping soundly.

There was a slight blush on his face and the hair on his forehead was curled up. His regular breathing sound slowly sprayed on Segalot’s neck and face… 

The Pope was pinned down that he couldn’t move. Or it should be said that he didn’t want to move.

Segalot gently put his hand around Xia Zuoyi’s waist to prevent him from falling down and waking up.

The other hand rested relaxedly by his side, above which was Xia Zuoyi’s left hand that fell slightly across his chest.

A small snoring sound overflowed from Brown Sugar’s throat.

There’s that pale red veil on his big head, then he moved closer to the side of the bed, and licked the back of Xia Zuoyi’s hand that was hanging on Sagalot’s chest.

“Hmm…”

He seemed to feel the moist sensation on the back of his hand. He murmured in a daze and his drooping fingertips moved, as if he was about to wake up.

Brown Sugar wanted to take another lick but suddenly, a slender finger pointed at his nose and pushed his big head back.

The light red gauze curtain finally slipped from Brown Sugar’s head, blocking him out.

Segalot’s gilded eyes calmly stared at Brown Sugar, silently conveying the message—leave, go farther.

He retracted his hand and immediately held the back of Xia Zuoyi’s licked hand, while the other patted his back at the same time, soothing in a regular pattern.

Xia Zuoyi’s vaguely rising consciousness fell again, falling into dreamland once more… 

After being pushed away, Brown Sugar shook his head unwillingly.

But looking at the pale red veil, he didn’t stick his head in again. Instead, he turned around and walked back to the sofa, jumped on it lightly, and combed his dark fur.

Amidst the layers of bed curtains, Segalot slowly stopped his patting movements. He lay quietly on the bed, feeling the warmth on his body, his eyes looking at the top of the bed with carved arabesques…

Although it was a bit incredible, His Excellency the Pope is indeed distracted.

Sagalot’s neck and face were faintly red and hot due to his warm breathing, which was in stark contrast to the other side.

This experience is very novel.

In fact, when he was half asleep in the middle of the night, Segalot felt him leaning in his direction—his gilded eyes opened immediately, almost sober without any drowsiness.

Under the light of the remaining candles, Segalot turned his head.

He saw that Little Rose, who’s only wearing the upper part of the nightgown, had thrown away the pillow in his arms at some point. Probably because he felt hot. A slender white leg stretched out from the bed, and his delicate and round toes kicked his quilt to the side.

The contrast between white and black is very obvious, making someone’s secret desire grow quietly…

He looked at it for a while before retracting his eyes. Then he reached out for the kicked quilt and covered Xia Zuoyi. Then he closed his eyes and planned to continue to sleep.

The room fell silent again.

But this silence was broken again after a while.

Xia Zuoyi is like a small animal slowly shifting in its nest.

He not only stretched out his legs and feet again but also fumbled around slowly with one hand. Finally, he hugged a corner of Segalot’s quilt and leaned over…

At this time, he was half out of the warm blanket. Although it wasn’t cold in the room, it was not warm enough to get out of the quilt.

Segalot couldn’t, so he had to slowly pull out the quilt held by Xia Zuoyi in his arms.

But before he could make the next move, Xia Zuoyi, who had suddenly lost the “pillow” in his arms, rubbed forward in great dissatisfaction. His entire body is almost in Segalot’s quilt now.

His little head hung low, just under the slightly raised quilt of Segalot.

Segalot’s hand paused, his wrist hung in the air for a while, and then he slowly put down the quilt when Xia Zuoyi babbled and retracted into his arms, hugging his waist like a pillow.

After that, he did not sleep for half the night.

… 

That situation gradually turned into a scene like this in the morning.

—The quilt covering the two of them slid down to their chests, where it remained above their waists.

The nightgown that Xia Zuoyi was wearing was completely rubbed against his belly, revealing a gleaming white waist and the light and loose white underwear underneath…

His sleep quality has always been good.

He slept soundly, but his work and rest schedule was equally good. He would wake up slowly in the early morning and wait until the end of his bedtime before he put on his clothes and went to wash.

The melodious chirping of birds outside the window, which cannot be easily heard in winter, evoked the biological clock in his brain.

Xia Zuoyi finally woke up blurrily. He moved his slightly numb hands and feet very slowly, which made him want to stretch out and roll on the bed a few times before getting up.

However, he immediately realized that he slept in the room and bed of the Pope last night. He blinked his half-open eyes, trying to blink away the remaining drowsiness in his mind.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes again.

But his dull brain when he first woke up finally came online. The blurry picture in front of him gradually became clear and registered into Xia Zuoyi’s mind—the warm touch on his chest, under his stomach, and on his legs was clearly telling him that the situation was not right.

He opened his eyes and his body stiffened involuntarily.

He-he seems to be sleeping on the Pope’s body?!

At this moment, a low, hoarse voice came from above his head, “You woke up. Did you sleep well?”

He felt the hand around his waist pat him lightly, while the other hand gently lifted the hair in front of his forehead. There’s a smile in that voice when he heard it again, “Don’t want to get up?”

In an instant, Xia Zuoyi bounced up like a frightened cat.

He had never moved so quickly before. He retreated from the Pope’s side with both hands and feet—the blanket covering their waists was also lifted to the soles of his feet due to the force, and the fluffy and soft bed also shook and swayed.

On the sofa, Brown Sugar, who’s lying on his side while licking his paws, immediately raised his head, pricked up his ears, and whimpered. However, after receiving no response, he turned his head back and continued what he was previously doing.

The pale red gauze surrounds the bed.

Xia Zuoyi knelt on the piled-up blanket with his hair slightly curled. After tossing about, the heat hadn’t completely dissipated.

He was a little stunned, with an embarrassed blush on his face. His wide nightgown covered his legs and knees, but the shoulder part half slipped to the side because of his movement just now, revealing his fair and round shoulder.

He didn’t feel it though.

Segalot slowly sat up on the mattress. His gilt-golden eyes seemed to glow with brilliant stars under the early morning sun, but somehow it’s like falling deeply into lava. It’s fleeting.

With a calm look, the Pope stretched out his hand to help Xia Zuoyi fix the nightgown that slipped from his shoulder, and then said, “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t seem to understand why Xia Zuoyi sat up suddenly as if scared.

Xia Zuoyi: “No… It’s nothing. How could I… lie on top of you?”

Segalot: “Last night, you fell asleep after listening to me for a while. Then I also fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the morning… Maybe you thought of me as a pillow.”

He pointed behind Xia Zuoyi, where there’s the real pillow that had been doing its duty in the first half of the night.

Xia Zuoyi looked back, then his embarrassed face became even rosier. He whispered ‘sorry’.

“It’s nothing.”

The Pope’s expression was indifferent, seeming not to care at all.

So, his mood also calmed down.

This morning’s episode seemed to be over.

After Segalot waited for Xia Zuoyi to get dressed, wash up, eat breakfast, and kiss Brown Sugar, he personally took him out of the Holy Church.

Of course, before leaving, he didn’t forget his square underwear…

When they came to the front of the Holy Church, Archbishop Paul and Udit were already waiting there. The carriage was also ready outside, just waiting for him to board to set off.

Segalot said, “I’ll take you back.”

Xia Zuoyi refused but later agreed.

…

After driving for some time, the carriage stopped at the door of the Sherry Hotel.

The Pope did not leave in a hurry after sending him off. He also walked into the hotel, intending to visit Xia Zuoyi’s current residence as a courtesy.

But by chance.

Orville and Archibald also came to the splendid hall at this moment and met the two who were talking to each other.

They stopped.

Xia Zuoyi said hello.

Orville: “I came to see you last night but your knight said you weren’t in your room… Did you sleep outside last night?”

Archibald looked at Segalot.

Xia Zuoyi nodded, “Yeah, I…stayed at the Holy Church last night.”

He paused, then decided not to say that he slept in the same room and bed as the Pope… Inexplicably, he couldn’t say it.

Orville: “I didn’t know that the Holy Church became so generous, allowing irrelevant outsiders to live in it.”

Segalot looked indifferent and didn’t answer him.

The atmosphere between the three was a little subtle.

Archibald said at this time, “Little Zuoyi, come to me.”

Xia Zuoyi was puzzled. But thinking that Archie had something to tell him, he walked over, “Why…?”

Archibald gently covered his head with one hand and then smiled, “A strand of hair is curled up here on top of your head.”

Xia Zuoyi touched it, “I pressed it with water. Did it get up again?”

“Well.”

Segalot suddenly said, “Probably because you put your head on my shoulder when you slept last night…” 

Before he finished speaking, the hall, which had no outsiders, suddenly became quiet.

Archibald’s hand on the top of Xia Zuoyi’s head paused and Orville also took back his gaze from Brown Sugar.

The atmosphere slowly became still.

Xia Zuoyi didn’t notice anything, just blushing a little in embarrassment. He smiled and then chuckled dryly.

Translator’s Note:

Sorry for not updating on Tuesday, just really busy. I figured out a game plan in tackling my chores every day (school, work, and household chores) to avoid cramming when exam weeks and submission dates are coming. I’m working on the activities my teachers had given me even before the classes officially starts XD in that way, I can just listen in on the lectures with my phone while I work on translating in my laptop, a two-birds-in-one-stone kind of set-up. Hopefully, with this management, I can keep my head above the water XD.

Also, another good news; my mom has fully recovered from Covid now!! Thank you all for the well-wishers, really really appreciate them.